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your pants!”
    A couple of guys sitting near him laughed and nodded. I thought they probably were pulling my leg. I asked if they were just busting my balls because I was the new guy.
    “Shit, no!” one hardhat said. “The nurse’s name is Rebecca and she wears skirts cut right up to her beautiful ass. Her legs are about a mile long and those white uniform stockings she wears make them look even longer. She’s a dream come true.”
    The guy beside him chimed in. “Plus her tits are fucking huge—the kind you want to bury your head between. She’s a honey, all right.”
    I asked if either of them had tried asking her out. The first hardhat spit out of the construction trailer’s open door. “Hell, no,” he grinned. “She probably thinks she’s too damned good for the likes of us.” Then he added: ‘Fuck, she’s probably right!”
    My appointment was scheduled for the next afternoon. I kept picturing the mysterious Rebecca dressed all in white. I’ve always had a thing for a woman in white: they look so innocent and pure and ripe for getting dirty.
    I wondered if Rebecca was the kind of girl who would be into slumming when it came to sex. I’ve found that a lot of tight-assed-looking career women don’t mind having some blue-collar dick every now and then.
    When I walked into the empty waiting room, I didn’t see anyone behind the open receptionist window. But then I heard loud voices coming from one of the rooms in the back. I heard a woman’s voice yell, “You can kiss my goddamned ass if you suddenly think I’m not good enough for you any more! I’ll show you, you fucking snob!” Then she walked into view and headed towards me.
    I knew this had to be Rebecca because she looked amazing. Just as I had been told the day before, Rebecca was dressed like an incredibly hot combination of professional nurse and show-off slut. Her white uniform looked like a French maid’s costume. The top was unbuttoned to halfway down her overdeveloped chest, showing off the bulging swells of her tits and the tops of her lacy bra cups. The waistline was cinched so tight that I was surprised she could breathe. I could see the cotton crotch panel of her pantyhose as she stepped toward the counter.
    When she noticed me, she narrowed her eyes as if she wanted to say something insulting. Then she appeared to change her mind. She glanced back at the examining room and said, loud enough for whoever was back there to hear, “You know, I should fuck the next guy who walks in here just to teach you a lesson, you stuck-up prick.”
    A voice replied, “Stop bluffing.”
    My cock was pounding. Rebecca balled her hands into fists, obviously furious. She walked out from behind the reception counter into the waiting room where I stood.
    She grabbed me by the front of my shirt. “Are you man enough to fuck me right here and let him catch you?” she asked.
    This was fucking crazy. I thought she must have been some kind of psycho to propose such a thing. I had met sluts like her before, the kind who don’t seem to care who or where they fuck. Those girls usually end up being one hell of a lot of trouble. But this one was so goddamned good-looking that I wasn’t about to tell her no.
    I reached for my zipper and said, “You’re goddamn right I am!”
    “You’ve got to use a rubber. Here.” She pulled a foil packet from the uniform pocket over her right tit, I like a woman who is always ready for anything.
    This was too fucking good to be believed. In fact, I knew that nobody ever would believe it. This might turn out to be the wildest fuck of my life, but for the rest of my life, anybody I told it to would call me a liar.
    I could live with that.
    While I rolled the rubber down onto my stiff cock, Rebecca locked the waiting room door. Then she toed off her white shoes and skinned down her pantyhose. She wasn’t even wearing panties underneath!
    Rebecca sat in one of the waiting room chairs. She pulled her short skirt up around