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Jacqueline stood nervously in front of the hospital, her heart racing. 'First day as a nurse, huh? I can't believe this,' she thought, looking down at her uniform under that she was wearing white tight thong and transparent bra. She adjusted her hair bun, thinking that she looked so much older like this, but still pretty hot, especially with those perky tits sticking out. 'Damn, again these damn thoughts,' she scolded herself and stepped inside the building, determined to make this day as quick as possible.
"Jacqueline! You're late!" a stern voice called out, making her jump. It was her supervisor, Nurse Valerie, a tall woman with a no-nonsense attitude.
"Uh... je suis désolée," Jacqueline stammered, her French slipping out instinctively. 'Damn it, why is English so hard now?' She tried to regain her composure. "I mean, I'm sorry. Won't happen again."
Valerie gave her a scrutinizing look but nodded. "Alright. You're in the ER today. Follow me." She turned on her heel, and Jacqueline hurried after her, her heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor. 'Why the hell am I in heels? Why did I choose them to...' she paused when remembered that she put on both heels and sexy lingerie to surprise and thank Marie after her shift. She smiled softly and her nipples hardened a little thinking about it. 'Stop, Jacqueline! You have a job to do! I mean, not job... and not Jacqueline...'
In the ER, Jacqueline was handed a stack of charts. "Start with room 3. The patient needs his vitals checked and a blood draw," Valerie instructed and Jacqueline felt a strong wave of nostalgia and excitement, which made no sense.
"Yes, boss," Jacqueline nodded with a soft smile on her lips. 'Boss?' She thought, suddenly confused. 'Why do I say 'yes boss'? Oh, come on, it's because I just wanted to joke, maybe it's time to stop asking these questions?!' She sighed, looking at the charts in her hands. 'Vitals and blood draw? Well, okay, here we go. Let's start' she walked confidently to room 3, but when her small hand grabbed a door knob, she suddenly paused.
'Wait! Vitals? Blood draw? How the hell am I supposed to do that?' she thought in shock and terror, her hands began to shake. She opened the door, feeling that her whole body is going into a total panic mode.
"Oh, finally you're here, sweetie!" said an elderly man with a cheerful tone of his voice and smile on his lips, "We are waiting for you, Jasmine, honey, you are the best nurse here."
The moment she looked at the room with the elderly men, all her uncertainty seemed to disappear and she smiled and answered sharply "Bonjour, boys! Are you all fine?" and her words made all of the men smile. She quickly walked inside, took some tools in her hands, and with an air of professionalism in her voice asked: "Okay, who's the first victim?" and everyone in the room started to laugh.
"Oh, Monsieur Krieger. You will be our first today, okay? Come on, step by, big boy!" she said cheerfully to the old man with a heart condition. And as she began to take the blood pressure from him, he looked at her with a strange mixture of joy and love. She noticed that and laughed softly saying: "Come on, boy! Don't look at me like that, your blood pressure will jump right away and we will be in trouble!"
When she finished and checked his temperature and other vital signs, she suddenly felt happy. Her gaze scanning all of the men in the room. She felt happy, useful, and needed. 'Love my job!' she though once before saying loudly: "Well, guys, your nurse needs to leave, je suis désolée (sorry)..." and with that, she quickly turned around and walked to the door, wagging her backside playfully. 'What a happy and nice day!'