Page 5 of Pike

“That’s for your own safety. The doctor doesn’t want you up and walking yet,” she answers softly.

“Yeah, about that shit. I can stand to piss. Hell, I’ll be a good little bastard and piss in the cup if you take this thing out of me.”

“You really want me to do it? I am jailbait, after all.” She throws my words back at me, and I smirk. I like her.

“You’re right. You shouldn’t be lookin’ at my cock. Get that old nurse back in unless you don’t mind seein’ me naked.”

“You forget I’ve already seen you naked,” she reminds me.

“When?”

“When you first came in, and they had to cut your clothes off.” Fuck me, she’s right. She’d already seen the monster in my pants, and it probably scared her.

“Right. So Jailbait, how about it? You take this thing out for me?” I rip the sheet up my legs and expose myself to her. It’s probably wrong on many levels, but I could hardly give a shit at this point. I just want it out.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to do it for you, I can’t. You aren’t my patient.”

“You wanna be my nurse?” I ask her, looking her up and down in the scrubs she has on. “I’ll play along.”

“As nice as that sounds, I was just getting off. I need to go,” she says. I don’t want her to go. Not yet. I don’t know what the fuck it is about her I like, but I want to talk to her more. I know she’s young, but fuck me.

“Stay.”

“Are you always this demanding?”

“Usually. I promise to cover my cock if you stay a few more minutes.” She nods her head as I throw the sheet back over myself. She walks closer and adjusts it so I’m completely covered.

“Don’t like seein’ cock?”

“You’d be surprised at how many I’ve actually seen working here,” she giggles before dropping into the chair next to my bed.

“You actually see a lot of them?”

“Yep. Old and young.”

“Damn. I didn’t realize you’d see that many.”

“You’d be surprised at what we see come in here.”

“What’s the funniest thing you’ve seen?” I ask her. I can’t help myself. I just want her to talk. I don’t care what the fuck she talks about either, as long as those pretty lips keep moving.

“Well, since you’re obsessed with cock. We had a patient shove a charging wire up his before.”

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah. It was pretty crazy. He had a lot of mental issues and thought he was recharging.” Now I burst into laughter that kills my side. I wince and cough the pain away as Feather stands and rests her hand on my back. Fuck there’s that feeling again. The one that I got the last time she touched me.

“You should rest. You don’t want to rip your stitches out,” she tells me. Fuck resting. I want to talk to her. I want her to talk.

“Maybe you shouldn’t tell me funny stories then.”

“I’ll keep them for a later time.”

“So you plan on talkin’ to me more?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She smiles and shakes her head.

“I really need to get going.”

“What if I begged you?”

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