Authors note. I met a female police detective at a local convention, and

we had a few drinks at the bar, well after a few more drinks, I really

just wanted to get in her pants, (big surprise,) but I had to settle for

this story she told me instead.

This chapter picks up where chapter 3 leaves off, so you might want to

read the other parts first.

When I woke up from my nap, I had to rush to get to the nursing home. I

was still reeling from the morning's events. It wasn't until I stopped

to talk to a 98 year old women, that I finally stopped thinking about

it. She told me about her life, and about some of the things she had

endured in her long life, well it made my problems seem unimportant, if

only for a little while.

Finally I was back in my room; I looked at the clock it was 9:59 P.M. I

looked at myself in the mirror; I had just come back from my nightly run.

"Was I really gonna go to the Pit?" I asked myself.

I really yearned to go dressed like I was, but for some reason I took a

shower, this time alone, and put on a tight skirt and little blue

sweater, both of which I borrowed from my roommate. I also did up my

face, finally slipping on my highest heels, all while cursing myself for

doing so. I looked at myself in the mirror, I instantly remembered

earlier today feeling like a five-dollar whore, well now I certainly

looked like one.

After a short cab ride, I stood outside the Pit just before eleven.

Looking inside the smoke covered window, I saw Suzy, Amanda, and Steven

sitting at a table covered with beers. I'm not sure if I ever would have

made it through the door, but I'll never know, as I was grabbed by the

arm by a large man, that was working the door, and pulled into the bar.

"Get your pretty ass in here," he hissed, "haven't seen you here before!"

"Yah I'm here to meet my friends," I mumbled, pointing to their table.

"No problem honey, just have to search for weapons first," he said, as

he grabbed my little purse, which didn't surprise me considering the

type of place it was, after fishing around it, he handed it back to me.

"Now I have to just check you," he said, which did surprise me as he

grabbed my hands and put them on my head. I have searched a suspect or

two in my life, but I don't think I had been as thorough as he had been

searching me.

Standing right there in front of everyone, he made sure he ran his hands

up and down the front of my body, circling each breast several times. My

body quivered as he found each nipple. Then he ran his hands down over

my back, his hands found there way under my skirt as he ran his hands

over my naked ass, several times, finishing by pulling up the back of my

skirt and giving my bare ass a good smack.

Finally I made my way over to the table my face flushed, cursing myself

for wearing thong underwear.

"Hey Fran we though you were a no-show," Steven said.

"Yah and what was that all about?" Suzy asked as she pointed at the

large man that just searched me.

"Oh the bouncer," I managed before being interrupted by the groups'

laughter.

"Bouncer, that's just Big Al, he's a regular that hangs at the end of

the bar!" Steven cried out, my face flushed in instant embarrassment. I

looked over Big Al and was meet with a wink and a blown kiss. I felt

sick, I should have gone home right there. Lately my life seemed like

one embarrassing moment after another.

After they died down I did my best to play it cool, or to at least act

cool.

Enjoy your morning run?" Amanda said as the three of them enjoyed a good

laugh.

"Yah you guys got me good this morning, but thanks for leaving my stuff

by my door," I managed although I was still pretty pissed.

"All in good fun," Steven said with that stupid grin on his face, which

made me want to smack him. Instead I got some drinks from the bartender,

who went by the name Tank, and he was built like one. Basically I tried

to have some fun, although Amanda was still doing her best to have fun

with me, poking little jokes, while Steven and Suzy acted like they were

on a date.

I was on my third beer when a tall balding guy, with a huge beer belly

came over to the table; he was talking to Steven about a football game.

When Amanda grabbed me by the shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"That's frank, he's the manager, you have to help us out, where low on

cash."

I looked at Amanda puzzled.

"He's a boob man, ask him if he wants to see your tits."

"Fuck that!" I shot back.

"Hey frank this is our new friend Fran," Amanda purred.

He reached over and shook my hand.

I felt Amanda's hand clamped on my thigh.

"She's a pretty one huh? She has something to ask yah," Amanda said

applying more pressure.

"Ah...where's the women's room?" I spit out.

After frank pointed to the bathroom, I still can't believe what I said

next.

"Thanks, Ah, Amanda told me you were a breast man, would you like to see

mine some time?"

As hard as that was to say, I still had to go through with it to answer

Frank's shaking head.

"No time like the present," he even mumbled.

With shaking hands I unbuttoned my sweater, I quickly opened it up and

held it for four or five seconds, as I gave Frank and half the guys at

the bar a look at my bra-less breasts. If I live to a thousand I will

never forget how cheep I felt at that moment. I'll never get the whole

flashing thing.

"Nice, Amanda you never disappoint. Hey Tank set up my friends with beer

and shots," Frank said.

As I thought about it, I felt like screaming at him, "they were my tits

and you thanked her!"

"It never fails," Amanda whispered, as she kissed my cheek, "man your

cheeks are so red."

And that's how it started, for the rest of the night, we drank and

drank, we didn't even pay anymore. Amanda plan of show some skin, get

some booze was working. One time she evens went behind the bar and took

of her top, and poured some drinks for the lucky drunks sitting at the

bar. She came back to the table with beers and shots, and also with a

fist full of cash. The rest of the night quickly vanished into a haze,

as I'm not a drinker, so the booze hit me hard and fast.

My next memory was of waking up and running into the bathroom and puking

my guts out, I had a feeling it wasn't the first time I had visited the

bowl, as the strange bathroom was vaguely familiar.

I felt a hand running through my hair, when I looked up I saw Steven, I

immediately checked out my body. Amazingly I was still dressed in the

same clothes I wore last night and I was still wearing my panties.

Steven held my hair out of the way, as I puked up more clear fluid.

"Man I'm never drinking again," I mumbled.

"Yah, we've all said that before," Steven whispered.

Steven got a warm face cloth and washed my face, he got some mouth wash

and I rinsed out my mouth. He led me back to the bedroom and we climbed

back into bed. My head was still pounding, but it helped a little when

Steven held me in his arms as I soon drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was alone, I looked around trying to figure out where

I was, and I walked down some stairs towards some voices.

"Hey look who's alive," Amanda cried when she saw me.

My head still hurt and my stomach felt like shit, and when I saw Steven

drinking a Budweiser, I almost lost it again.

They went on to fill me in, or poke some fun with me, about last night

at the Pit. I was a mess, I guess I puked in the parking lot before

Steven drove us back to Amanda's house, and I puked some more and then

we drank and partied some more. For the first time I felt like a real

life college student.

"Where's Suzy? Does she live here?" I mumbled

"Suzy, yah she stays here, she brought that Samantha girl to the

professor." Amanda said, as she poured me a much-needed glass of water.

Suddenly I was back on the job.

I spent the next spell trying to get Amanda or Steven to tell me about

the professor, until Amanda wanted to know why I was asking so many

questions. Steven seemed clueless about the professor and Amanda wasn't

saying anything, I seemingly struck out. I went back to my dorm and

tried to clear my head.

*** Back in class, I didn't take long to figure out things were going to

be different, Samantha not Trisha sat next to me, and most of the girls

were still a little cold towards me.

We watched a black and white film about preparing a patient for surgery,

it included a sponge bath and the shaving of a male and female patient.

I imagined myself lying on the table in front of the class, as the

professor shaved my pussy, I laughed it off at the time. Little did I

know.

Samantha wasn't saying anything about the visit to the professor either,

as hard as I tried. When I entered the room for the next class, I saw

the exam bed had been moved to the front of the class. I remember my

heart racing, my stomach turning, as I knew, I just knew.

When the professor came into the class, he had an older looking women

dressed in all white, like a classic nurse's uniform.

"Class this is Nurse Bradley, she has been a nurse for 25 years, so I

asked her to come in and share some of her knowledge with us," the

professor said before the nurse started tell her life story.

I was listening to her story when the professor, tapping me on the

shoulder, startled me.

"Take off all your clothes and put this on," the professor said as he

handed me a small white gown and then he walked away, leaving one

stunned student in his wake. I don't know how long I sat there, before I

made my way to the bathroom. I had to wash my face with cold water as it

felt like it was on fire. I took of my clothes as fast as I could and

slipped on the small gown, which did little to cover me up. The damn

thing didn't even had ties for the back, I had to hold the back together

with my hand.

"How did I get myself into this mess?" I asked myself.

There was a knock at the door, and Samantha came in to get me, when I

came out of the bathroom the class was all gathered around the exam-bed.

They parted like the Red Sea and let me through, I hopped in the bed and

pulled my gown down, doing my best to keep covered.

The nurse was standing by my side describing a sponge bath. I noticed a

bowl with stemming hot water and some sponges and a few small towels on

a small table next to her, it finally hit me hard, she was going to give

me a sponge bath right here in front of the class. Fear was now the only

feeling running through my body at that moment.

I looked up at the professor standing over my head, he just glared at me

as if he was still upset with me. I then turned my attention to the

nurse; she looked at me with sympathetic eyes and the asked the

professor if it was proper if the two male students observe this part. I

looked at Steven and John as they were standing behind Amanda and Suzy

right at my feet. The professor said that they could stay because they

would be getting their turn on the bed, and then he reminded the nurse

that this was his classroom, which brought a smile to Steven's face. The

nurse however reacted like a scolded schoolgirl.

The nurse never even looked at me in the eyes again instead she just

folded the gown down to my waist. I let out a small gasp as my breasts

were exposed to the cold air, my nipples responded naturally. If I

didn't know better I would have thought that the professor turned up the

air conditioning as it was freezing in the room, although my skin color

was bright red.

The nurse picked up a sponge and proceeded to wash my arms, my neck and

then down in- between my breast and washed my stomach, my feeling of

relief was cut short when the nurse returned the sponge to my body this

time directly washing my breasts leaving behind a trail of soap. The

room was strangely quite as I looked into the crowd, some wore panicked

expressions, maybe thinking they were next, some had satisfied looks as

if they were happy it was me instead of them. Either way it was pretty

embarrassing to have 24 sets of eyes watching me being bathed.

The nurse seemed satisfied as she patted me dry, she folded the gown

back up, momentarily covering me, but then folded the bottom of the gown

up exposing my lower half.

"Ah nurse Bradley we're going to need that for the next student," the

professor said as he lifted the gown off me in one swift motion, totally

exposing me to the class. I instinctively covered my privates with my

hands, and watched as the professor handed it to a tall girl named

Norma, who promptly turned white as a ghost and ran to the bathroom.

The nurse grabbed my hands and folded them over my stomach, she then

took her sponge and washed down one leg and then back up the other one.

I kept my legs as tight together as I could, so tight they were even

shaking. The class was seemingly mesmerized by the nurses every move,

after she patted me down with the towel she had me roll over on my

stomach. I buried me head on the bed as I now knew my naked ass was

offered to all. Thankfully the nurse was quick with her actions as she

washed and dried me.

"Ok class," I heard the nurse mumble, "now as far as the genitals go, if

it's an able-body, we hand the sponge over and let the patients clean

themselves."

I was never so happy to hear her say that, I wanted to jump of that bed

as fast as possible.

"Well for todays purposes let's say she isn't," the professor

interrupted me and had me lay back down, "plus while you're here you can

prep her for surgery." I guess I wasn't fast enough

"Ah you mean shave her?" The nurse mumbled.

As I screamed in my head. "Yah what do you mean, shave me!"

"Yes, Steven get the shaving supplies," the professor said as Steven's

face lit up like a Christmas tree, and I felt like I was just punched in

the stomach.

I could hear the nurse mumbling under her breath, I pleaded with her

with my eyes but she never returned the look. My heart was pounding, it

felt like it was going to rip out of my chest.

I covered my face with my hands, when the nurse lifted my left leg and

placed it on the metal handrail. She then slowly raised my right knee up

and placed my right foot on the bed, effectively spreading me out. As

humiliating as this position was I didn't want the class to see me

crying as well.

The nurse returned to her sponge and I felt the warm water hit my pussy,

I felt the sponge working me over and then when it left and returned the

nurse focused on cleaning my anus. I could hear a couple of gasps as she

did this. Mine must have been the loudest.

I heard her describe shaving techniques, most of it when over my head,

as I was just trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. I also

thought about my boss and his buddy in the truck, they must have been

laughing their ass off listening to this, as I felt the nurse apply

shaving cream to me. I tried to wipe away the tears, and when I looked

down I wasn't real surprised to see Steven now peering over the nurse's

shoulder, watching as she started shaving me with a long razor.

A feeling of shear terror came over me as I saw the blade glimmer, I

felt it return to me, my skin feeling the razors edge. I just prayed

that unlike mine, the old nurse had a steady hand today. I also knew

that I was just seconds to being as exposed, as humanly possible, to my

classmates.

After a minute of two that seemed like a year, I felt the nurses sponge

return and I knew she was done shaving. I could hear a few snickers in

the room as my freshly shaved pussy was presented to the room. She

finished washing and was now rubbing me with a soft towel. Just when I

though it was over, she then announced that she was going to rub in some

lotion to help cool the area. I jumped when the cool lotion quickly hit

my red-hot skin, as she rubbed in the lotion, she had her fingers in a V

and was now running them back and forth just missing my pussy lips.

The professor moved to my side, catching my eye.

"Roll over and assume the position!" He barked.

He then shifted to the nurse, "while I have you hear I want you to show

them how to do a rectal temp, as well."

The nurse flashed him a quizzical look, giving me hope, for a second,

and then she chickened out and just shrugged her shoulders. Steven again

was sent scurrying to retrieve the equipment.

"Lets go Miss Lewis," he barked, as I was still stunned.

He and the rest of the class watched as I rolled over and brought my

knees up to my chest. My heart sunk as the class now had a view of me in

the most humiliating position imaginable, and now I didn't even have any

pubic hair to protect my pussy from their view. I couldn't believe, for

the second class in a row I was going to have a rectal temp.

The nurse spread my legs apart, then I felt her spread my ass cheeks, I

almost laughed when she told me to relax, because I knew it was coming.

It felt just like the other day, except this time in front of the whole

class.

I was now squirming about as the nurse's finger entered me, followed by

the thermometer, as that strange feeling of having something sticking

out of your anus, returned to me.

"Nurse Bradley can I have a quick word with you," the professor said, as

they moved to the side of the room.

Well with the professor gone, this now left me to the verbal assaults of

my fellow students, some that still harbored ill will against me. I even

felt someone twist the thermometer even deeper into my anus. When I spun

my head around, I was met with three or four smiles, before I could

protest, the professor was back. The nurse withdrew the thermometer,

which brought some moans from the crowd, as it was covered in fecal

mater.

"Well looks like someone needs an Enema," the nurse said with a laugh.

"Good idea, Fran lets go into the bathroom and we will fix you up."

"Dr. Dan I was only kidding," the nurse interrupted.

"Well I'm not, it will be good practice, you stay here with Norma, and

I'll go in with Miss Lewis," the professor said.

He grabbed my hand and led me, or it felt like he dragged me into the

bathroom, he made me to lean over the sink. Once in place I heard some

of the other students file in as well. The professor was barking orders

like he was in a hurry; soon everything was in place. The sink was the

only thing keeping me upright, as I was now more scared then

embarrassed, as I had never had an enema before.

"Amanda has experience giving enemas, so Amanda why don't you take it

from here," the professor said, although he didn't leave my side.

Before I could protest, Amanda snapped on some rubber gloves, which sent

a shiver down my back, as it did when she applied some more jelly on my

anus, and then I felt her finger enter me, moving back and forth. I

couldn't believe the professor would let the perverted Amanda finger my

anus right in front of him.

"Ok guys," Amanda announced, "I'm ready to start now, Steven are the

bulbs ready?"

I look over my shoulder and saw them, two large red bulbs, full of water.

I was never more nervous as the bulbs disappeared behind my backside,

suddenly I felt a strange sensation, it was the warm water from the

bulbs entering me. Amanda was massaging my ass cheek and I heard some

snickering from my classmates, as the water seemed to flow and flow. I

felt the nozzle of the first bulb leave, but the second soon followed.

Suddenly my insides seem to really feel the water, as my stomach felt

like it was going to explode. When Amanda announced that I had taken all

the water, it felt like I was going to burst at the seems. For the next

five minutes, which may go down as the longest in my life, I remained

bent over the sink, as the professor reviewed Amanda's actions. He also

asked if there were any volunteers to be next. I laughed, who in their

right mind would volunteer to go through this humiliating experience.

Let alone in front of their peers.

When no one volunteered he finally called on a girl named Zola, a large

black girl. She had to undergo the further embarrassment of taking off

her skirt and slipping her panties off in front of us. The professor

tapped me on the shoulder and finally I found a safe haven inside one of

the stalls, which thankfully had a door. As soon as I hit the seat, I

emptied my bladder, enduring some unexpected embarrassment, as the

process was anything but quite.

I hit the showers and soon was joined by Zola; I did my best to wash up

and get dressed in record fashion, as I didn't want to get trapped in

the showers again. The professor was giving an enema to another girl,

but I quickly left the bathroom. As I entered the classroom, I noticed

the older nurse shaving another victim, but I didn't look back as I

raced out the door.

"Man who would want to be a nurse?" I screamed out when I finally got

outdoors.