It was April of '01, an Easter Sunday to be exact.
I worked at Stony Brook Hospital in Smithtown, Long Island, a teaching hospital in New York. I worked the night shift, 11-7. Nice and quiet for this mother with two kids still at home.
My husband, Mike, a reasonably attractive man with powerful tattooed arms, and to me, a good husband, and father that provided for us very well.
So, why did I work? I was bored with my life and when the opportunity came up, I jumped at it. My sister-in-law worked there and constantly checked for postings that might fit my limited skills. One day this position popped up, and the rest is history.
The position? RN. With special training in GYN/Oncology.
Right down my alley.
Sundays were usually slow, plus the holiday assured us the night was going to be long and boring. It started just like we figured.
Three nurses on shift, one nursing assistant, and one nursing station clerk.
Talk about nurses giving TLC.
We had 1 patient! The doctor's had sent all the other patients home. Our floor was a 30 bed unit, taking care of GYN/Oncology patients, on the 13th floor or MRN according to the elevator button. I guess they figured 13 was a bad luck sign.
Could be, but not tonight. It was going to be all good that night..
The 5 of us were just sitting around bullshitting, about why we had to work , when we received a phone call from the 15th floor.
They were fooling around on the computer, and stumbled across a chat room, called Virtual Places, where you can chat with other lonely souls.
Naturally we downloaded it and in five minutes, we were up and running
I picked the login name Hot Stuff, put in a password and before you knew it, I was dumped into a room called, "fishbowl."
There were all sorts of faces in there, chatting up a storm. I learned quickly the little pictures of people, were called "avatars."
I was just a plain java coffee cup avatar..ugly and boring.
Before I could say help me, I had guys hitting on me asking, "how hot was I?"
Had I missed something? Did my cup have steam coming from it?
Oh yeah, the screen name 'Hot Stuff' was the attraction. Not that I'm unattractive but the girls all called me that (I thought) because they thought I was witty and had a good sense of humor.
The crowd in the fishbowl saw it sexually, and I soon found out why.
I was trying to think of something witty to say, when one of the nurses, Kathy, typed in sssssssssizzzzzzzzling!
Well, that response certainly grabbed a lot of attention.
There were a bunch of guys, in the room, that wanted me to go private with them.
What?? Go private? I didn't have a clue what that meant. Everyone started laughing so hard, that we woke the on-call resident up.
Dr. Stephanie Hamm, opened the door and asked what was going on?
She had a bad case of bed head and drool on her chin.
Well, seeing her like that made us laugh even harder, as some rushed in the bathroom, before they peed their pants.
After a quick explanation and a tour of Virtual Places, which Stephanie surprisingly had heard of, well, it was game on.
We all took turns answering strangers question like, "how old are you?," (28) "where are located?,"(NY) "what are you wearing?"
Scrubs? Nah, too boring. A black lace bra and panties sounded much better.
The hardest question for me to answer was, "are you married?"
Do I say yes or no??? I decided to be honest, with my answers.
"Yes", I said proudly. So, after my response, I decided to take a break and go outside for a cigarette. Kathy also came down with me.
We were laughing and talking about this VP site, when two more nurses, from another floor came out who also had the skinny on VP. Much thanks to the 15th floor.
They had logged on yesterday, and were old pros by now.
They explained how powerful worrds on the screen were when coming from a real live person and not some computer generated message. They said they were fucking, sucking, given blow jobs, getting eaten out and anything else you could think of.
HOLY SHIT!! I thought to myself, what kind of place is this. Kathy was mesmerized by their stories.I had to literally pull her arm, to break the trance, so back upstairs we went.
When we got back to the floor, all the staff had scattered to the other computers, leaving the one at the front desk vacant...(moans and groans could be heard through the corridors.)
Again I thought to myself, What the fuck was going on?
I sat down looking at my screen, when all of a sudden, there he was!
A message from Masterful, asking if I wanted to ditch my java cup for an actual face. I looked at his avatar and OMG, he was the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Chiseled features, sandy brown hair, bare chested, with six packed abs, suntanned, wearing white shorts.
After snapping out of my trance I told him I had no idea how to do that and this was my first visit.
"No problem," he said he would guide me through the process.
And suddenly these faces came from nowhere, asking me to save them.
Masterful explained that you save them to your VP photo file and that you can choose which one you want to be, just by right clicking it.
Blondes, redheads,brunettes, movie stars, cartoon figures, you name it and it was there...I had long black hair and brown eyes, so I picked one that was close to that and Hot Stuff was born.
I was so horny, and couldn't wait to get home.
Mike worked the night shift also, for New York City Transit Authority, so we usually get home within five minutes of each other.
I pulled in the driveway, as he was walking to the front door.
Poor Mike didn't know what the fuck hit him.
I fucked him harder and longer then ever before, and he said it was the best blow job ever.
"So, what the Hell happened to you tonight to make you act like that?"
"Mike, baby. Sit down. You're not going to belive this?"
He sat down at our round kitchen table, "So?"
"I got in an orgy?"
"At work...on the computer!"
He laughed really hard, "Get the fuck outta here. No way!"
to be continued...
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