Free Use Wet Nurse

As a travel nurse, I am used to my job taking me to random cities for months at a time. And I thought I'd seen it all and done it all, even at the young age of 25.

Until I accepted a 13-week position at St. Michaels. When I saw that the pay would be more than double my highest paid assignment, I didn't think twice, and didn't even bother to read through the orientation materials. All hospitals are pretty much the same, right?

Wrong. St. Michaels wasn't a hospital so much as a rehab facility for elite athletes where the nurses are expected to breastfeed the patients on a regular basis to promote injury recovery. And to top it off? I would also need to make my body free use during each feeding to feed their sexual appetites, a policy the facility has had since the beginning to maintain the highest level of discretion and patient confidentiality.

I wanted to run, to drive the hell out of there, and never look back. But I didn’t have a backup assignment in place, and the interest on my credit card debt was piling up faster than I could pay it off, so I reluctantly agreed to join their twisted little program.

They immediately placed me on a medication and pumping regimen to induce lactation, with the chief of surgery, Dr. Black, giving me a very warm welcome on my first day.

As I started to see my patients, a quarterback with a fractured wrist, an MVP power forward with a torn Achilles, and a star pitcher recovering from Tommy John surgery, I found my body responding in incredible ways to our sessions together, awakening parts of me that had never existed before.

Even Dr. Black showed me attention in ways that bordered on unhealthy, making me feel desired in ways I never had been before.

Will I be able to sustain the intoxicating rush of these secret trysts, or will the inevitable pull of my ordinary life drag me away from the extraordinary pleasures I've discovered?