TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY NURSE

TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY NURSE

I am in my 50s, and I've spent my whole life dedicated to my career. I am a corporate executive, and a few years ago I was stationed in Colombia - you know, the South American country. I have been here ever since. One good thing about it is that land and labor are both cheap, and I have a lot of money. Enough to build myself a mansion almost the size of the Playboy mansion. I also have plenty of staff - cleaning folks, maintenance, gardening - they do a good job, and I have no problem with the Spanish language, but those kinds of girls will not do. They can quit any time they want. I need someone that is mine.

That is why I put an ad up for a Nurses Aid in the US. The only requirements were a high school diploma or GED and a willingness to live in Columbia - room and board included as part of benefits. I figured I could deal with the other details in the interviews.

Most of my applicants were people with an interest in Colombia - people who spoke Spanish and had family here, or people who wanted to get better at Spanish and get away from the US. I was specifically looking for someone with no knowledge of the language, and no ambitions in that direction. I wanted to be the only person she could communicate with. Obviously, I was also looking for someone young and pretty - and maybe a little stupid and innocent. That's how I found Hayley. Hayley was 18 and had her GED - she explained that she was home schooled, but that no college had accepted her.

Her test scores had not been good. She was willing to move to Colombia to learn to be a secretary. I contacted her right away and set up an interview in the city nearest to her with an airport. We were to meet at a restaurant - I didn't want to give her any red flags.

I was already seated and had left word with the hostess that I was waiting for her when she walked in. She was gorgeous - perfect. She was short, and though dressed modestly, her button up shirt clung to her thin frame. The buttons were straining just a little at her breasts. The pencil skirt she wore showed off her beautiful, curvy hips. She had shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. When she saw me, she smiled and extended her hand, and we shook. This was off to a great start.

I asked her a few questions about why she wanted to come to Colombia and asked her how she was with languages.

Well, to be perfectly honest, not that great. I tried to learn Greek so I could read the Bible, but it was too hard. I also tried Latin, because at least the letters are the same, but I could never get it. I hope learning Spanish is not too important to the job - you work for an American company, right?

That's right, and you'll be taking a few phone calls and going through mail. Maybe a little housework. Are you ok with doing housework?
"Yes, that's fine. I don't have a lot of experience with housework, but I'm happy to learn, she answered, with bright, innocent eyes.

After a few more questions, our interview ended. I didn't offer her the job on the spot, but I knew she was the one. When I got back to Colombia, I called her. She had the job if she wanted it. She accepted immediately, and I sent her the plane ticket.

When she arrived a couple of weeks later, I had a contract all ready for her to sign. One of the great things about Colombia is that prostitution is legal - the contract said she agreed to be my live-in prostitute. It was all in Spanish.

Upon seeing my enormous house, Hayley was awed. But before I let her explore it, I showed her the contract. She hesitated.

"But I don't know Spanish," she murmured quietly.

"If you want to go hire an attorney in town, that's perfectly fine. I can call you a cab," I answered.

"Aren't lawyers expensive?" she asked me nervously.

"Yes, and you'll have to pay him yourself. But I'm sure you can find one that will bill you later."

She shook her head no and signed. My plan had succeeded! Everything was already going extremely well.

I had already explained to my staff that I was hiring a prostitute for myself. Being a rich man in Colombia, no one was surprised. A couple of the more religious maids quit, but
I easily replaced them.

I showed her to her room - no one could argue I wasn't treating her fairly, given the situation. It was more than a room, more like an apartment, with a bedroom, a living room, and a huge bathroom with a tub. Big picture windows looked out over the gardens. The furniture was comfortable and plush. Again, she looked awed, and ecstatic.

This is so much more than I had hoped for! she exclaimed.
I hope you like the place. You can take the rest of the day to look around, I told her. I smiled at her, and then closed the door so that she could have some time to herself.
This was going brilliantly so far.

She was so innocent, that I had a plan for how I was going to seduce her - I wasn't. She wouldn't even know she was being violated.

The next day, I found her in the kitchen for breakfast. I had arranged for one of my housekeepers to feed her, and she was having pancakes.

I hope you feel comfortable here, Hayley, I started.

Oh, yes, I can't believe my good luck! She was obviously still thrilled.

There are a couple of things you should know. First of all, I got you some pills. Don't worry, I take them, too. There are a lot of diseases out here that will be foreign to you. I presented her with some birth control pills - label all in Spanish, of course. Take one every morning with breakfast.

She took one pill on the spot. So pliable and easy, I was enamored already.
We'll probably also have to do some purges. I'll show you what that means tonight. We have to get all the bad stuff out of you here, to prevent diseases.

She nodded, wide eyed, appreciative that I was so concerned with her health.

Also, you may have noticed how hot it is here. I looked down at her skimpy clothes. She was wearing very tight daisy dukes and a white tank top, through which I could barely see the brown of her nipples. Most of my staff are required to wear a uniform. I hope you do not mind, but I promise it will make you feel cooler.

No, I suppose not, she answered, clearly a little disappointed. I had seen her huge suitcases, which must have been full of clothes.

You won't be wearing the typical one, though. I need you to look more professional - like my Nurse. I'll have someone put the uniform on your bed, and after breakfast you can put it on for me.

She nodded.

We chatted a little, and I told her to meet me in my bedroom, which was also my office.
She trounced up the stairs to her room, and I watched her tight butt all the way up.
Pretty soon, I would get an even better view.

About an hour later, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, and there was Hayley, looking sexier than she had yet. Her "uniform" was a short blue pleated skirt and a white V-neck baby doll t-shirt. Upon looking her over, I noticed something was wrong.

Hayley, you're wearing a bra.

Yes, sir. I always do, she said, matter of fact.

This morning you were not she blushed. I do not mean it to embarrass you, I just would have told you sooner if I knew you always wore a bra.

You'll get too hot with one on here. You'll have to go back and take it off. Also, are you wearing panties?

She nodded.

Same with that. It is too many layers. Go and take them off, I instructed. She turned and walked down the hall to her room.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on my open door, and she stepped in. Again, I did an inspection.

To be continued