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THE LESBIAN NIGHT NURSE.
(A tale by Tunu.
Disclaimer : This erotic story contains scenes and graphic language not suitable for people below 18. Reader's discretion is advised.
Episode 1
Time was slowly flying. The night was growing darker and more silent. Noise from some of the night clubs which closed off early due to lack of a night licence had ceased. This applied to the number of men moving in and out of the theatre rooms. Slowly by slowly as time moved,the number of men coming to be serviced decreased. For the long I have been on this streets I had done my research and concluded that the earlier the night the more the customers. But once it hit mid night,the number slowly depreciated. Most of the men who popped up past midnight were those who were heading home having spent long times in their offices if not on their night duties or the normal partyholics who wanted to get laid and wade off the high rising libido that might be as a result of the several lap dances or twerks from ladies in the club.
I took out my Nokia button phone that had been lying between my tits in my bra and stared at the screen. It was two minutes past midnight. A new day had started. I know you might be judging by the kind of phone I have. Not like I can't access a good smartphone in fact, one of my clients got me a new Oppo smartphone. Talk of the power of pussy. Being one person who isn't much into electronics I couldn't tell much about the phone model. But just by looking at it, I knew its price was able to Cater for someone's rent for several months.
My past few experiences had taught me the importance of having such a small phone. From the easy of hiding it to the network connectivity ,it proved to be a better companion. Once a customer paid me,the message would reflect instantly on my kabambe and thus give me an easy time to move the cash into my lock and saving accounts before the client reversed it. Unlike some smartphone which took forever to reflect the Mpesa messages. Nevertheless in case of a fracas,it would be easier to escape or run away without the worry of dropping your phone while fleeing. I loved my Nokia phone and never regretted purchasing it. It was my companion, a part of me. It had seen better days that it performed its functions to my satisfaction despite being supported by a rubber band.
The sound of car approaching jolted me from my thoughts. I didn't realize that one hour has just flown by without me wooing a client. Nevertheless I had already made a 1000 ksh from my first two clients. I had surpassed my daily target which is 500. A black SUV (am not good at describing vehicle models. How will I be super good at that when I don't own one.) with tinted windows pulled some metres from where I stood. My fellow night nurses left their spots and circled the car. Some swaying their asses and tits to the client. I decided to remain routed at my spot. I saw no need to join the crowd only to be turned down later by the man for another lady.
Watch for episode 2
THE LESBIAN NIGHT NURSE.
(A tale by Tunu.
Disclaimer : This erotic story contains scenes and graphic language not suitable for people below 18. Reader's discretion is advised.
Episode 1
Time was slowly flying. The night was growing darker and more silent. Noise from some of the night clubs which closed off early due to lack of a night licence had ceased. This applied to the number of men moving in and out of the theatre rooms. Slowly by slowly as time moved,the number of men coming to be serviced decreased. For the long I have been on this streets I had done my research and concluded that the earlier the night the more the customers. But once it hit mid night,the number slowly depreciated. Most of the men who popped up past midnight were those who were heading home having spent long times in their offices if not on their night duties or the normal partyholics who wanted to get laid and wade off the high rising libido that might be as a result of the several lap dances or twerks from ladies in the club.
I took out my Nokia button phone that had been lying between my tits in my bra and stared at the screen. It was two minutes past midnight. A new day had started. I know you might be judging by the kind of phone I have. Not like I can't access a good smartphone in fact, one of my clients got me a new Oppo smartphone. Talk of the power of pussy. Being one person who isn't much into electronics I couldn't tell much about the phone model. But just by looking at it, I knew its price was able to Cater for someone's rent for several months.
My past few experiences had taught me the importance of having such a small phone. From the easy of hiding it to the network connectivity ,it proved to be a better companion. Once a customer paid me,the message would reflect instantly on my kabambe and thus give me an easy time to move the cash into my lock and saving accounts before the client reversed it. Unlike some smartphone which took forever to reflect the Mpesa messages. Nevertheless in case of a fracas,it would be easier to escape or run away without the worry of dropping your phone while fleeing. I loved my Nokia phone and never regretted purchasing it. It was my companion, a part of me. It had seen better days that it performed its functions to my satisfaction despite being supported by a rubber band.
The sound of car approaching jolted me from my thoughts. I didn't realize that one hour has just flown by without me wooing a client. Nevertheless I had already made a 1000 ksh from my first two clients. I had surpassed my daily target which is 500. A black SUV (am not good at describing vehicle models. How will I be super good at that when I don't own one.) with tinted windows pulled some metres from where I stood. My fellow night nurses left their spots and circled the car. Some swaying their asses and tits to the client. I decided to remain routed at my spot. I saw no need to join the crowd only to be turned down later by the man for another lady.
Watch for episode 2