Noriko was evening shift at Evergreen Estates, and Hospice. Things were fairly slow and not terribly demanding if they were staffed properly. It was Christmas Eve and she had taken the shift gladly for the cash. She was planning a trip back to Japan to see high school friends and her extended family, who she hadn't seen in forever, since moving here to Seattle with her father after her mother's passing from breast cancer when she was just sixteen. Her death had rocked both their worlds, but thankfully it had brought them closer together as they both sought comfort from her loss. She had told her father of her plans and to be supportive, he offered to match whatever she could in in extra holiday cash toward the trip. An offer she quickly accepted. Noriko was the no nonsense kind of type A personality that got shit done and was always working a stage or step to a plan to accomplish something. Most women perceived her as a threat at best to their own jobs, or sanity and had issues working with her. Opting to ghost their own responsibilities rather than suffer through the shift trying to keep pace with Noriko's work ethic.
She didn't make a lot of friends for these reasons, having a tendency to need to be in control of things, to assure outcomes by assuring the correct inputs were made to begin with. She was heading on to Stanford to pursue her first doctorate next semester and she was still undecided about her field of study.
The Evergreen Estates was a high end final homing and hospice center that spared no expense for the comfort and sanity of their employees as well as patients, and tonight's Holiday - Christmas party had been a good time and even Noriko got in on some selfies some tiktok dances with the other nursing students and she had even discovered she liked egg nogg as a beverage when properly spiked with spiced rum, a first opportunity arose from Mikala's secreted stash. It was fun to be a little naughty. Besides he couldn't make last minute changes to list status in mid delivery could he? She sadly ran the logic out and decided he was Santa, and could probably get away with whatever he wanted to.
She paused to consider what limitations might be enforced on good girl gifting and her thoughts drifted toward the new dildo she had been eyeing that was supposedly mind bending and back breaking in efficacy. She just didn't have time to date, she was socially awkward, high IQ and didn't know how to talk to men.
She liked them. She loved them, even. A lot.
Yet women were typically easier to appeal to and more accessible through her work both on campus and off.
She had no time for dullards, bigots and Hill Billy cowboys whose capacity for higher learning was practically nill. She longed for a male connection that understood her, was patient and kind and knew what he wanted in life and was looking for someone to share it with. That usually meant fishing in the older ponds for a professor or an artist or someone unique that shared her view of what dating a catch like her entailed.
She wanted to be the focus of their attention, the only burning desire on their plate or agenda, they had to be willing to grow and 'do the work' as the therapy industry coined it. They needed to be affluent and independently wealthy enough to support a comfortable if not a little lavish life style. She wanted to travel in her down time and much of her free time was spent planning such excursions or taking them when she could. From a 3 day ski trip, to a two weeks at a hyped up destination. She always wanted the experience to be as authentic as possible, which can prove dangerous at times, but Noriko was a risk taker. There was just something special about being able to pull off just about anything without it imploding your house of cards.
So here she sat behind the counter at the office control panel, browsing the internet. Pinterest to be specific but not without the appropriate 20 open browser research windows which was per her norm.
The party had been fun and there were still plates of snacks out to pick from, cheese and crackers and Christmas cookies. If she ate another one she would bust out of this sexy elf costume and likely cause a few heart attacks.
She was just 5'2" and 112 lbs. a petite but well developed small double DD cups on her tight frame were show stoppers. She just typically dressed them down to minimize the unwelcome attentions, especially in the workplace. She was strong and athletic. A gym rat who spent just enough time there to maintain her shit the way she'd committed herself too. She wore her hair in a short slanted bob cut, very cute and professional and her face was damned adorable if she did say so herself.
She had deep brown mysterious eyes full of wisdom and compassion. She had more than once thought of cashing in on the bod and going the OF route of raking in money to display her body and all her intimacies, but honestly she would lose all respect for herself and her mother would roll over in her grave...
Looking at Mikala and seeing she had nodded off in the quiet, likely due to the egg nog, Noriko wrote her a quick note. I've got rounds, enjoy your nap you deserve it.
Then set about dispensing medications into labelled cups for the hundred or so patients who lived in the lavish estates lower levels. That she had down to about 25 mins or so typically and it took about an hour or 1 and a 1/2 to complete meds and help residents make the last preparations before bed.
She went through the motions of her duties with a pleasant face and warm smile as always, chatting conversationally and showing concern or interest in her patients lives as they shared their own interests, usually about how unique their Grand Children were, or at least to them, sharing how special they were.
Sometimes, she could find a thread of conversation in the gossips and discover some little news of patient tristes and dalliances, about betrayals and even occasionally stories of true love miracle connections this late in life.
The past month since Thanksgiving, all the old bitties were raving about the new distinguished resident who had moved in and shook the single population tree.
He was a wealthy retired Admiral who had given his life to the US Navy and now intended to enjoy his senior years traveling as much of the world as he could or health and time allowed. They said he was tall, at least six foot, handsome and charming and despite his years gave off an aura of vitality when not in direct recovery from kemo treatments that sapped even the strongest of men.
Noriko as she made her rounds and shared the gossip with her lady patients began to daydream and fantasize about this Admiral Anneas Armstrong just as a distraction from the work.
She preferred older men, she knew that and she'd heard he was younger than most admissions, who found themselves facing this life, largely alone and they were highly encouraged to move in early as their dependency on others grew, to get out here and make new friends, find new interests and get a proverbial new lease on life. Seems he fell into this category and had taken the plunge.
The fantasies she was entertaining behind those enigmatic brown eyes, were about visiting far off destinations and having mind blowing and intimate sex, perhaps with a friend to keep things interesting and maximize her lovers quality of erection and stamina in the bedroom, as well as to keep it interesting and serve to meet her needs for female attentions, which she took different balms from. She had no intentions of maintaining a solo monogamous relationship without at least a poly amorous third in the mix.
Her imagination had taken the ball and run with it, and by the time she neared the end of rounds she was fully aroused and she was enjoying the sensation of her milk having soaked through her panties and down her inner thighs viscously.
