EXTRACT FOR
The Night Nurse
(Kelly Addams)

All those years of training!

Jade adjusted her crisp white paper nurses cap and stared at her reflection. She looked good in uniform... just a pity it isn't the uniform I really wanted to be wearing!

She was qualified... highly! So okay, she didn't have years of experience behind her, but who did when they had only just graduated. And she had served her time on the wards, studying and working in a training hospital was as much about practical as it was about the books and classes and exams. She had qualified at the top of her group... of course, she excelled at everything that she did.

There hadn't been an automatic job waiting as she graduated, but she was ahead of the pack... so when the opportunity offered itself she had reluctantly accepted. She had been asked when many of her peers had been passed over without so much as a second glance.

"Too many nurses... not enough jobs!" she had been told by a hospital administrator, reading between the lines she understood that the nurses on staff were pressed hard and overworked... the administrator had sidestepped the unpleasant, but accurate truth of too little money, rather than no available jobs. "The private sector isn't exactly buoyant... but it's much more stable than the public sector!"

Weeks had passed before Jade's phone had rung, yes she was available to interview she agreed, a date was set, and Jade ran an internet search on the group. Private nursing was not what she had trained for, she had dreams of being in the thick of the business, in the theatre, assisting in life changing or life saving surgery. A private nursing home, serving Earl Grey Tea and wiping the leaky arses of those rich enough to have entire teams devoted to depriving the reaper of his harvest, it wasn't quite Florence Nightingale!

"It's a job!" she stated as she adjusted the decidedly sexy uniform. "Just money until I find something serious, something to make a difference." She studied the uniform again, it was borderline degrading, the white top tight and low cut, the skirt several inches shorter than modest. White bra and panties had also been provided by her employers, at the time she had thought it strange, now it was clear. Both items would be seen frequently, the uniform seemed almost to have been designed to reveal the underwear, now she understood that all nurses would look the same, no multicoloured panties would spoil the overall effect. She had trained intensively for years, suffered long hours of work and study, sleepless nights and hectic days... and what had she become? 

"A sexy bimbo for rich old perverts to fantasise over!" The words hurt, but she was bright enough to accept that it was entirely accurate.

Let them drool, the thought surprised her, she knew that they would, men had been drooling over her since the day she turned eighteen, and they were probably perving over me before then she admitted with a shudder. She was beautiful, it was something that she knew, but Jade had never been vain or arrogant. She was taller than most of the girls that she had trained with, and slim. Typical of her Asian heritage she wasn't particularly busty, her pert breasts a cute 32B, "Just a nice little handful," she often joked. 

Her ancestry was a confusing mix of east and west. Her grandmother had been Vietnamese, and her grandfather an American. The couple had moved away from Saigon before the war was even a rumour because his job demanded that they travel constantly. Jades mother had been born a few years later in the north of India, and when she married she moved with her British husband back to the United Kingdom. Jade had arrived only months later, her Vietnamese genes clear to see but watered down by the strong Anglo-American influence.

She had the figure of a supermodel, and as she turned away from the full length mirror she wondered if it had been her mind or her body that had secured the job. Most likely my ass she told herself as she glanced back toward the mirror as she bent forward to pull her shoes from under her bed, the panties came into view as the skirt rode up alarmingly. I'm going to give the dirty old sods a bloody heart attack, she chuckled but deep inside she wondered if the peek that she was giving really was acceptable in a home full of frail old men with frail old hearts!

I didn't choose this uniform she reminded herself as she headed toward the door, any coronaries are not for my conscience!