Elena Gilbert Nurse Costume Novels & Stories

The next morning, Elena woke before the sun. Her thighs still ached. Her lips were still swollen. Her wrists carried faint red marks from the silk tie that had held her captive to Mr. Blackwell’s headboard. She didn’t touch herself. Not like before. There was no point. The pleasure didn’t come without him. Her body had learned that lesson by now. She dressed slowly, silently. No panties. No bra. Just the plain housemaid uniform. She tied her apron, pulled her hair into a bun, and stared at herself in the mirror.

"He's an Arium and he could manipulate the mind. I could not think of anyone else." "Hmm," Elena cleared her throat. "What does that mean?" he asked back. "Something is amiss. I could feel it but I could not still figure it out," Elena put down her ring on the table. It only meant one thing - she's done for the night. "I've been wondering," Jason started, and continued, ". . . where were you sleeping in the past three nights?" Elena unlaced her magician's robe. She was wearing the traditional green silk. It slowly uncovered her. He already saw her naked. The Bath was magnificent but specials should be cherished.

Beneath it, the tiny red bikini felt obscene — the top barely covering my nipples, the bottoms a thin string that disappeared between my ass cheeks. I slipped inside. The building was silent. When I entered Dr. Hawthorne’s office, Claire was already there. She looked stunning. The nurse wore a short, tight white dress that hugged her full breasts and flared over her curvy hips. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and the neckline plunged deep, showing generous cleavage. She smiled at me, her cheeks already flushed. Dr. Hawthorne locked the door behind me. “Take off the coat, Elena.” I let the heavy fabric fall to the floor, revealing the skimpy red bikini. Both of them stared at me with open h

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE SURVEILLANCE "You're not wearing that." Elena paused, looking down at her black pants and the crisp white blouse. It was essentially the uniform of a prisoner trying her best to pass as a secretary. Then she looked up at Martha. The older woman stood framed in the closet doorway, holding a silk dress the exact color of bruised wine and heavy smoke.

I said lightly, “I kind of have a bad memory.” She stared at me not even blinking m I cleared my throat. “Understood.” She nodded once and left me there. Well, that was one feisty woman. After unpacking I headed straight to the bathroom, the shower washing off the nerves, the excitement and the fear. I slipped into my nurse uniform after feeling oddly official. This was real. Seriously real. Since it was still morning I figured I should check in on Mr Kylian I stepped out walking down the hall till I found his door.

Lucas says something but I don't hear him because my eyes are fixed on a familiar figure whining and tweaking to the music in the right in the middle of the club. Elena. She is here, dancing in the sea of bodies. She is wearing a red bodyhugging gown that clings to her body like it was designed to turn men on. The neckline of her dress drapes so low in front that it makes my pulse race. Her shoulders are bare and glowing under the neon lights. And with each sway of her hips, the dress clings more to her body and pushes up a little so that it makes my mouth dry. Her long toned legs are lifted by golden stilettos with the golden straps curling up her ankles.

He needed to see his enemy up close. Elena Vance arrived at the Knight mansion precisely at the scheduled time. She was the picture of understated professionalism. Her attire was simple, a tailored navy-blue dress, sensible flat shoes, and her hair pulled back in a neat bun. There was no flashy jewelry, no heavy perfume. She was deliberately unremarkable, designed to blend into the background of a wealthy household.

The glass shattered with the force and his hand started bleeding as the shards cut deep into his hand but he was far from feeling any pain. Elena looked at herself in the mirror. Aslan had chosen an off-white georgette dress for her. It was plain, full- sleeved, maxi dress. It’s like he wanted to cover her up. She was looking like a British governess from Bronte Era or Austen Era. She tied up her hair in a pony, put on a red lipstick, wore large loops and did a light eye makeup. She was ready.

I pulled on my costume, which consisted of a short, sleeveless pink leopard print dress, cat ears, and pink fishnets. "Oh my gosh!" Ellie giggled. "That's freaking fabulous!" I laughed. "Thanks!" I did my make-up next. I wore dark gray eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner that flared out at the edges of my eyes, and eyeliner whiskers. Ellie studied me when I finished. "Wow… you look so different. You look… sexy." "Really!?" I beamed at her. "Fuckin' A!" "Do I look like a nurse?"

“No mama. It is yours “. He said, poking my nose. I frowned slightly as I looked around. It was a cozy place but I didn’t like it. “Good evening sir, Good evening miss Kaira”, a pretty nurse walked out of nowhere. She was dressed in a pink scrub that had a name tag on it. “Elizabeth”. “You must be the nurse”, Gerald asked. She nodded and I examined her from head to toe. “Babe, this is your nurse. She will be taking care of you “. I frowned and held Gerald. “What is it uh?” He asked, rocking my hair.