Nurse Ratched Costume Novels & Stories

I looked at him like he had grown multiple heads, ready to throw some insults at him, but then I remembered the handcuffs and kept quiet. I pushed the panties down, and they pooled at my feet, I instinctively covered my pubic area with a palm. Lucas smirked, he looked amused, heck, he was amused. “Turn around, Princess", he groaned loudly. I did as instructed, unable to fight back as everything had dawned on me. " Now, wear the gift”. He said casually. I trembled with excitement, as I figured every part of the costume, it was a sexy nurse cosplay costume. It consisted of a

I licked my lips hungrily and mentally cursed once I realized I couldn’t be inside her. “Um, where did you get that from?” “What? My costume? I wore it for Halloween last year.” “You went out dressed like that?” “Yep!” she exclaimed proudly. My mouth watered at the sight of my woman dressed in a skimpy nurse costume that barely covered her ass and revealed a good bit of her cleavage. I wanted desperately to reach up and unzip the zipper that ran just beneath her bust. She wore red fishnet stockings with sky-high stilettos.

##Chapter 52: Cassidy Book Two: Don't Leave "You know that what you're wearing is the antithesis of sexy, right?" I glance at the blue scrubs and fake stethoscope dangling from around my neck before arching a brow at Brooklyn. Her assessment of my Halloween costume isn't off target. "I wasn't going for sexy." Unlike a certain someone who shall remain nameless, I'm not trolling for a little hookup action tonight. Brooklyn, who happens to be a champ at multitasking, adds the finishing touches to her smokey eye before huffing, "Mission accomplished, Nurse Ratched. No one will mistake you for sexy."

“Open it.” “Are you five?” “I got shot, Beth.” “Right,” I muttered, slicing the tape open with a butter knife. “The martyr routine.” Inside the box was a folded piece of silky black fabric and a note that read: “You said keep him distracted. Mission accomplished. Love, Rach.” I pulled out the fabric, held it up—and groaned. It was a sexy nurse outfit. So short I doubt it would cover my ass. Zippered front—for easy access no doubt. With a ridiculous tiny nurse hat and garter straps attached to the dress.

"Just wait upstairs in your bedroom. Didn't you say I was with your heart? How are you going to drive without it?" "Hmm, I like the sound of this. I'll be waiting. Just be careful." I sprinted upstairs to brush my teeth and take a shower. popped a mint into my mouth and decided to indulge in a bit of role-play. That's when I remembered the nurse outfit I had gotten for a Halloween night. It was snug, perfect for the occasion. After securing my hair into a bun, i dabbed perfume on my neck and wrists, then grabbed a wool coat before stepping out.

"He's a friend and Hansel know him." The guard hesitantly nodded, his arm fell to his side. Rolling my eyes, we sauntered in front of Mom and caught the nurse's attention. Her reddish, brown hair was tied to a neat bun, wearing a white blouse with a pen tucked inside its pocket and fitted, black slocks. Her lips were stained pink, and her brown eyes looked at me with sympathy. "Nice seeing you Ms. Preston," she began with an optimistic smile, as I studied Mom's unconscious body. "Mrs. Jones looks like she's fighting."

Tonight I dressed up as a nurse. It was a short white dress with a little black lace trim decorating the hem. It was cute, but not too cute. My hair was tied into a messy bun. I wanted you to think of Pam Anderson, except I was brown, tiny waisted, and big breasted. My green eyes stood out against navy kohl, and my full lips were coated in shiny pink gloss. I was your dream fuck. I knew it. I had not worn a bra, so the gauzy white material accentuated my nipples. The fabric clung in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

I'm definitely going to get answers to all my questions, but now, he's waiting for me. I carefully lift the shopping bag and open it. There's a red dress inside. I pull it out, expecting an elegant dinner gown. Instead, I find a nurse cosplay costume. A very obscene cosplay costume. Short, revealing, a sinful blend of white and velvet red. There's a matching nurse cap with a cross sign on it, a pair of white gloves, a red belt and a pair of glasses. Inside the bag, there's a box with the image of a syringe on it. Laughing softly, I rip into the box, but eyes widen when I find a dildo instead of a syringe. And a stethoscope.

Then, without taking her makeup off, she rushed to Rotona Pinnacle Hospital. Several people in very different attires stood at the door of Rainee's ward. The leader of the group held a black leather bag under his armpit. He was dressed relatively ordinarily, but he was rather tall and big. He had a chubby face and a scar at the corner of his left eye up to his scalp, where hair stopped growing. His appearance gave off a sense of cruelty and ruthlessness. Three other people stood behind him, dressed in gang wear. They had tattoos all over their arm and piercings all over their face. No one dared to pass by the ward when they saw them.

Vivian's POV I stared at the nurse's uniform laid out on the bed. Light green. Impeccable. Complete with an ID badge that read "Julie Sanders – Nursing." I put the uniform on with trembling fingers, fastening each button, smoothing each crease. I pulled my hair into a tight bun before slipping on the disposable cap, hiding every last strand. The surgical mask came last, covering half my face and turning me into just another anonymous hospital employee. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.