Bedside Manhandlers

In the staff lounge, Bella Rolland listens while Armani Black vents about Jennifer White. The patient has run her ragged, barking orders and never satisfied. Bella sips her coffee, sizing up the exhausted woman across the table. "You let her get away with that?" Armani slumps deeper into the chair, fingers tight around her ID badge. "I can’t lose this job, Bella. One complaint and I’m gone." Bella’s lips curve. She’s been nursing longer than she’ll admit and the one rule she learned is simple: patients get rough until someone tells them no. She stands, stretches, and the crisp white fabric pulls across her chest. "Come on," she says, already moving toward the door. "Watch me." Armani swallows and follows. Jennifer is propped up on starched sheets, smirk locked and loaded. The first complaint dies on her tongue when Bella yanks the blanket down and straddles her hips. No hello, no apology, just Bella’s hand sliding under Jennifer’s gown and finding bare, warm flesh. Armani hovers, breathing shallow, until Bella nods. "Grab her wrists." Armani pins them above the pillow. Bella works two fingers into Jennifer’s cunt, curling hard, pressing that slick front wall until Jennifer’s thighs twitch. The bratty mouth opens, but moans replace insults. Bella adds a third finger, thumb rubbing tight circles over the swollen clit. The rhythm is relentless; Jennifer’s heels dig into the mattress. Armani leans closer, lips parting, almost tasting the sharp scent of sex in the room. Bella drags Jennifer to the edge and stops. The sudden emptiness drags a frustrated whimper from her patient’s throat. "Ask nicely," Bella says. Jennifer’s hips jerk, seeking more. Bella smiles, leans in, and sucks one stiff nipple between her teeth. Jennifer blurts a broken "please," voice cracking like cheap porcelain. With that word, Bella nods again. Armani climbs onto the bed, straddles Jennifer’s face, and sinks onto her open mouth. Wet sounds fill the room as Jennifer licks like she’s starving. Bella pushes two lube-slick fingers into Jennifer’s asshole, twisting, stretching, then adds the head of a slim metal plug. She fucks it in deep, rocking the flared base against Jennifer’s swollen folds until the muscles flutter and clutch. Jennifer’s orgasm hits in shudders that ripple up her belly; Bella keeps the pressure steady, dragging every pulse out until Jennifer’s body sags, glossy with sweat. Bella eases the plug free, wipes her fingers on the sheet, and smooths the gown back into place. She glances at Armani, flushed and wide-eyed. "Now you know how to shut them up." Armani licks her lips, already thinking of the next patient who thinks rules don’t apply to her.