The kind of massive ikebes I saw everyday at work was not something my mouth could describe.Briggs Memorial was really the place to be.You needed to be there yourself to see how all the nurses seemed to be heavy at the rear section, shaking their asses like there was a twerking competition on ground.I even wondered how the other doctors managed to survive in this environment without falling into the sweet temptations of the s*xy** nurses.Abi na only me dey feel the vibes? I don’t think so, because I once stumbled on an incident I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.Let me tell you about it……..
That fateful day I was on call duty owing majorly to the fact my consultant wasn’t around.There had been a case at hand.A woman who had been diagnosed with cervical cancer; and after examining her, there was a need for the Oncologist, so I took the report to the Senior Consultant on Oncology at the Oncology department.I had only reached his door when I heard moaning sounds coming from inside, and it sounded interesting.Quickly I looked left and right to ensure no one was around the corridor before bending to peep through the key hole.What I saw was unbelievable!
The man was banging a nurse.Or would I say a nurse was banging him, because she sat astride him while he was in his chair as she moved her waist like a sewing machine, with his hands grabbing her butt….Mehn see f*ck!
My hand held my crotch to prevent my c0ck from bursting my trousers.I couldn’t make out the face of the nurse because she had her back to me, and the key hole was too miniature to give me a clear view.So I wasn’t the only one feeling the nurses’ aura, eh?. “Well Mr.Consultant, time up”, I said to myself as I arranged my d!ck between my thighs and knocked on the door.There was a sudden silence before the man’s stressed voice came up.
“Who?” he asked
“Dr.Goodheart”, i responded,”May I come in?”
“No! hold on”, he said.And I heard whispers and footsteps before the door creaked open and a bootylicious nurse stepped out, passing me without looking at me or saying a word.Then I walked in.What happened after that was a ‘story for the gods’…….Now, let’s get back to my story.
Though I fancied most of the nurses in the hospital, there was one I didn’t like that much (only sey her backyard heavy wella and her bobbie na milk factory) .Her name was Nurse Mercy, but ironically she had no mercy as she would talk saucily to patients, yell at her colleagues and even at pregnant women in labour.The latter act provoked me on a certain occasion and I cautioned her severely.Ever since that day, the yeye nurse ceased greeting me.Rather she would bounce her oversized b00bs anytime she walked passed as if she was trying to spite me.No wahala! on a good day i would get her and teach her a lesson.No be me again?
Dr.Saha my boss never ceased to get me busy whenever he was around.On a one of my call sessions, he asked me to attend to a woman in labour.But her cervix wasn’t fully dilated.So I checked for Cervical Dilation and got an unimpressive result of just 5cm as she was still in the Active Labour Phase after a long period of time.She needed to reach the Transition Phase of 10cm if she was to push the baby.She was definitely having a delayed labour.So I had to inform my oga.
***2 hours Later***
I was sitted at the doctor’s common room watching TV when a nurse came rushing to me,”Doctor…doctor your consultant wants to see you (oh! not again)…its an emergency”
I stood up instantly,”What emergency?” I asked throwing on my ward coat.
“The woman with delayed labour”, she replied,”She has to be operated on” and she left immediately.I had suspected the woman would be having a Caesarian Section after checking on her 2 hours ago.Thank God her vitals (blood pressure and the others) were sound.
In no time I was already scrubbed up as one of the nurses helped fasten the straps behind my back and I wore the theatre boots, dipped and walked into the Operating Room, where I met the matron standing behind Dr.Saha, and she gave me a smile.
“Come this way youngman”, Dr.Saha said in his sanskrit accent, and we commenced the operation.I must confess that all the while the operation was on, my eyes never left the matron’s backside.Madam Grace would stir and roll her Buttocks wickedly as she stepped about the room, either getting one stuff or the other.At a point I was having a hard-on which I tried to conceal from my boss.The woman was a serious distraction.
Soon the operation came to an end with me cutting the umbilical cord and delivering the placenta.After which I strolled to the sink to wash my bloodied hands.That was when Madam Grace came to wash hers too, and ended up brushing me with her firm b00bs,”Nice job doctor”, she said and squeezed my crotch (i jerked) before walking away, swaying her hips.I was dumbfounded.So I turned back to ensure no one had seen her lewd act; and really no one did, to my relief.The woman was giving me the greenlight and I had to act fast before she changed her mind.I MUST BANG THAT BOOTY! Trouble dey sleep, nyanga wan wake am.
To Be Continued….
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