Tracey and Tyrone by Katie Smith
Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2019 9:29 am
Tracey and Tyrone
By Katie Smith
Tracey was beginning to wonder if the young nurse had actually had any kind of medical training at all. Ever since she had arrived at the new medical building the young blonde nurse had been doing her best bimbo impression and she was very good at it! She was now trying to extract some blood from Tracey's arm in such a haphazard way that Tracey had already squealed in pain a few times from the nurses inept jabbing at her with the needle.
“Sorry about this, she giggled at Tracey, “I've not managed to get the hang of working with needles yet.”
Tracey just gritted her teeth and smiled sweetly at the nurse as she finally managed to push the needle into a vein. Looking quickly away from the syringe Tracey looked at the wall feeling a bit giddy.
Given a choice she wouldn't be here at all but with her recent promotion at work she would have to make several overseas trips every year and that meant having a full medical to let the company bosses know that she was a fit and healthy young girl. Tracey knew she was indeed fit and healthy but there was one potential blot on her scrupulously clean medical history. A few years ago while she had been at college she had twice smoked a joint. Now okay in the grand schemebe of things that was hardly a major crime, she had even been sharing the joints with her boyfriend at the time, it had been his idea in the first place, but still this troubled Tracey. The reason it troubled her was simple, as part of the promotion depended on her passing the company medical and that company medical insisted on her body being completely free of any trace of recreational drugs. Now Tracey wasn't stupid, she knew that two joints four years ago was probably not going to show up on any test they did now, but …..... what if? She had spent two nights worrying herself to sleep about the possibility that there may be just the slightest chance that today's ultra modern tests could indeed pick up on something that insignificant, she certainly didn't want to blow this promotion and sizeable wage increase over something so silly. In the end she had to know and she found herself asking of all people John Chambers one lunch time when they happened to be in the coffee room at the same time. Normally Tracey didn't mix with John at all, he was a new employee at the company and the story was he had only got the job because his father headed up a different section of the company, an even bigger rumour was that he only kept the job because of his fathers position!
John was rude and arrogant when he had nothing to be arrogant about Tracey thought and she had tried to avoid as much contact with him as possible in the few months he had worked in her building. That morning however she had entered the coffee room on her way to her office and had over heard John talking to another girl about getting a drugs test for a new job and how it was always a good idea to get herself test and as Tracey had listened in John had given the girl the name and number of a clinic he knew that specialised in that sort of test.
“Don't worry Hun, if you've got something to hide they will find it and cover it up so deep for you nobody would ever find any traces of it.”
Tracey was instantly interested and as soon as the other girl left gratefully holding a piece of paper to her chest with the clinics number on it she had as causally as possible started chatting to John about what she had heard. She had tried to be discreet and pretend it was for someone else etc but she knew that John knew what she was really telling him but she didn't care because she too left that room with a piece of paper with the clinics number clasped to her chest.
A week later she had driven up to the clinic building and announced herself to the receptionist. The clinic was situated in a rather rough part of town, certainly not a part that Tracey would normally visit and the twenty minute wait in the less than spotlessly clean waiting are was more than uncomfortable for Tracey. The other dozen or so people waiting were on the face of it down and outs who looked at the smartly dressed business woman sitting amongst them with either thinly disguised distrust, lust or jeaoulsy. One very scruffily dressed man had even sat beside her and casually placed his hand on her leg and started stroking it up and down. Tracey had been mortified and sat there looking around for someone to come and help her but the other people waiting were looking at her with amusement on their faces until in the end Tracey had stood up and moved to a chair a few places away.
“Stuck up bitch” she had heard one of the waiting woman mutter and Tracey had been too scared to say anything back, instead opting to sit looking at the floor hoping they were going to call her name next.
A younger girl came and sat down beside Tracey a few minutes later, she couldn't of been any older than eighteen and even though Tracey was no expert she could see that the girl was a junkie and even though she tried not to make it obvious she moved in her seat slightly so she was an inch further away from her. She had only been sitting there a few minutes when a large black man had come in and sat beside the young girl,
“comon girl we haven't got time to be sitting around here, I need you out there making money.”
Tracey could see that the girl looked intimated by the man and she wasn't surprised, he was at least 6 foot 2 and built like he could take on Mike Tyson and win!
“I'm sorry baby, I just need a fix and you know they don't charge anything here and it's good stuff, will last a week.” the girl said nervously looking at the man's feet.
“Well it better and you be sure I'm going to make you earn what you miss while we wait here.” he said angrily.
Tracey couldn't believe what she was hearing, the man was obviously the poor girls pimp, not a very happy pimp either and and girl looked very scared of him and yet nobody was saying a thing, or even looking as if anything was out of the ordinary here. Tracey had never even seen a prostitute before let alone a pimp and the whole scene shocked her. What happened next shocked her even more.
“She working now?” said the old man who had stroked Tracey's leg suddenly said to the pimp who looked at him for a second before smiling.
“Sure she is old man, you want a piece?'”
“Sure do, haven't got much money though.”
“That's okay, I'm sure she can sort you out.” the pimp laughed before turning to the hooker and nodding at her to get up and go with the old man. She looked unhappy but knew better than to argue and to Tracey's astonishment she saw her gingerly place her arm around the old man's waist and lead him off to the toilets at the end of the corridor.
Again Tracey couldn't believe that nobody seemed phased by this at all and she looked around to see if there was a security guard or somebody else at all that could help but she saw nobody. She was debating whether to get up and go and have a word with the receptionist when suddenly the blonde bimbo nurse had appeared and called her name. Rather embarrassed as everyone looked at her as she stood she was even more embarrassed when the nurse turned to the pimp sitting beasise Tracey and giggled,
“Oh Hi Tyrone, got a new one I see, don't worry I'll have her fixed up and back out here for you in no time.”
“oh I'm not with h..” Tracey had started to say before the nurse took her arm and pulled her along with her saying, “Come on Missy, time is money.”
Before Tracey could try and explain again that she certainly wasn't with the black pimp she had been pulled a few yards down the corridor and rather roughly pushed into a small examination room where she was told in no uncertain terms to get undressed and sit herself up on the table before the nurse left the room.
Not understanding how the stupid nurse oulde believe that a smartly dressed businesswomen like Tracey could be there with a rough as shit black pimp like Tyrone she never the less started to undress deciding that she would sort it out once the nurse got back. She looked around for a gown to put on but not seeing anything she shrugged and took off her blouse and skirt and stockings and folded them nicely before putting them on a chair and then popping herself up on the examination table in just her bra and panties feeling more than a bit self conscious.
The door suddenly opened and the nurse came in and took one look at her and giggled,
“Come on underwear off as well, I'm surprised Tyrone even lets you wear any.”
Taking a deep breath Tracey said as forcefully as she could,
“I am not with that Tyrone, I am here for a drugs test.”
The nurse looked at her slightly startled by her tone of voice and for a second Tracey thought she had got through to her before the nurse said,
“You don't have to be embarrassed you know, I see all of Tyrone's girls, it dosent worry me what you do for a living, now get that bra and panties off.”
Tracey could scream! But to her surprise the nurse suddenly grabbed at her bra straps and started pulling them off her shoulders. Instinctively Tracey started to struggle and for a few seconds both girls were fighting to gain control of the bra straps before the nurse suddenly stepped back and snapped at Tracey,
“Okay you stupid little girl I'm going to get Tyrone in here to teach you some manners.”
Being called a stupid little girl by a bimbo was enough to make Tracey even angrier at the way she was being treated and she was about to snap back but she suddenly realised that the last thing she wanted was the nurse going and getting that brute of a pimp, maybe it might be better and easier if she just played along for the time being, the faster she could get out of this hell hole the better!
“Oh don't do that Miss.” Tracey simpered as meekly as she could and hating herself for it.
“Well get that underwear off this instant.” the nurse retorted and this time Tracey was quick to oblige and within seconds she was standing completely naked in front of the nurse.
Even though it was another girl she was standing in front of it didn't make it any less embarrassing for Tracey and to make it worse the nurse giggled and said,
“That Tyrone always knows how to pick the hotties.”
Then to Tracey's dismay she snatched up the discarded bra and panties and gave a little laugh as she said she was just going to go and get some equipment and holding up Tracey's underwear she said,
“I'll give these to Tyrone as well, he will probably throw them away for you.”
Again Tracey was about to say something but the sudden thought of the nurse calling Tyrone into the room was enough to make her bite her tongue and instead she just nodded her head as the nurse left the room.
Sitting on the table now completely naked Tracey felt completely dejected, how the hell had she gotten into this mess, she could just imagine the surprise on the big pimps face when the stupid nurse handed him her bra and panties! God knows what he would think, the quicker she got this stupid test done the better!
After a few minutes the nurse returned smiling and carrying a syringe and phials of clear liquid which Tracey though asking about but then decided that she just wanted the nurse to do what she had to do as fast as possible so she could get out of there!
“Okay lay back on the table sweetie and we'll soon get you fixed up.” the nurse said.
Being called sweetie by this little airhead did not make Tracey feel any calmer and as she laid back on the table she felt even more vulnerable but she grinned and bared it, literally!
Then came the fiasco with the needle, although Tracey couldn't really see what was going on from her prone position she could certainly feel the nurses clumsy attempts at getting needle into her and when she finally managed it Tracey let out a sigh of relief.
“Good girl,” the nurse giggled, “ that wasn't so bad was it, now lets get you all happy.”
Being patronised like that it was all Tracey could do to stop herself leaping off the bed and ripping the needle out of her arm and stabbing the nurse to death with it but she managed to calm herself and laid still as she felt pressure on the needle and tube in her arm, at least something was happening she thought to herself.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and without waiting for an answer it opened and a woman stood there looking down at the naked Tracey smiling at her before she turned to the nurse,
“Tyrone is getting a bit impatient out there, how much longer is she going to be?”
“Almost finished,”the nurse replied, send him in if you want, we wont be long now.”
The door shut again and Tracey suddenly thought to herself that maybe she didn't want Tyrone to come in and wait with her, or did she? Wasn't there something about him that she didn't like, Oh she was being silly, of course he could come in and wait for her to be finished, she was sure he was a nice man after all.
The door opened again and she smiled up at the big black man and she liked the way he was smiling down at her, perhaps she should have had some clothes on, or maybe not, maybe he liked her better without any clothes on, that made her giggle.
“She the one you gave me the underwear from?” Tyrone said to the nurse, his eyes never leaving the naked Tracey.
“Yes, she is yours isn't she?”
What' oh yea of course she is, picked her up new this morning.” he chuckled.
“Oh good, I thought I might of made a mistake like last time and given you another girl by mistake like last time I gave you that lawyer.” the nurse giggled.
“Don't worry,” Tyrone laughed heartily,”anyway she's earning me good money now.”
“Oh that's good at least I didn't screw up completely ” the nurse giggled, 'I gave this one an extra big shot as she was a bit feisty with me earlier, she'll be fixed up for a good ten days, she'll be a good little girl for you.” she laughed patting Tracey's smiling cheek.
“Thanks,” Tyrone laughed as he started to bundle the slightly comatose Tracey up into his arms.
“You taking her out naked?” the nurse laughed.
“Sure, my car is just outside.” Tyrone smiled lifting Tracey easily over his shoulder so that her bare bottom was facing the laughing nurse.
“How about her clothes and bag?”
“You got a furnace here, throw them in there, she don't need them where she's going” Tyrone laughed and with a slap on Tracey's ass he carried out the door
By Katie Smith
Tracey was beginning to wonder if the young nurse had actually had any kind of medical training at all. Ever since she had arrived at the new medical building the young blonde nurse had been doing her best bimbo impression and she was very good at it! She was now trying to extract some blood from Tracey's arm in such a haphazard way that Tracey had already squealed in pain a few times from the nurses inept jabbing at her with the needle.
“Sorry about this, she giggled at Tracey, “I've not managed to get the hang of working with needles yet.”
Tracey just gritted her teeth and smiled sweetly at the nurse as she finally managed to push the needle into a vein. Looking quickly away from the syringe Tracey looked at the wall feeling a bit giddy.
Given a choice she wouldn't be here at all but with her recent promotion at work she would have to make several overseas trips every year and that meant having a full medical to let the company bosses know that she was a fit and healthy young girl. Tracey knew she was indeed fit and healthy but there was one potential blot on her scrupulously clean medical history. A few years ago while she had been at college she had twice smoked a joint. Now okay in the grand schemebe of things that was hardly a major crime, she had even been sharing the joints with her boyfriend at the time, it had been his idea in the first place, but still this troubled Tracey. The reason it troubled her was simple, as part of the promotion depended on her passing the company medical and that company medical insisted on her body being completely free of any trace of recreational drugs. Now Tracey wasn't stupid, she knew that two joints four years ago was probably not going to show up on any test they did now, but …..... what if? She had spent two nights worrying herself to sleep about the possibility that there may be just the slightest chance that today's ultra modern tests could indeed pick up on something that insignificant, she certainly didn't want to blow this promotion and sizeable wage increase over something so silly. In the end she had to know and she found herself asking of all people John Chambers one lunch time when they happened to be in the coffee room at the same time. Normally Tracey didn't mix with John at all, he was a new employee at the company and the story was he had only got the job because his father headed up a different section of the company, an even bigger rumour was that he only kept the job because of his fathers position!
John was rude and arrogant when he had nothing to be arrogant about Tracey thought and she had tried to avoid as much contact with him as possible in the few months he had worked in her building. That morning however she had entered the coffee room on her way to her office and had over heard John talking to another girl about getting a drugs test for a new job and how it was always a good idea to get herself test and as Tracey had listened in John had given the girl the name and number of a clinic he knew that specialised in that sort of test.
“Don't worry Hun, if you've got something to hide they will find it and cover it up so deep for you nobody would ever find any traces of it.”
Tracey was instantly interested and as soon as the other girl left gratefully holding a piece of paper to her chest with the clinics number on it she had as causally as possible started chatting to John about what she had heard. She had tried to be discreet and pretend it was for someone else etc but she knew that John knew what she was really telling him but she didn't care because she too left that room with a piece of paper with the clinics number clasped to her chest.
A week later she had driven up to the clinic building and announced herself to the receptionist. The clinic was situated in a rather rough part of town, certainly not a part that Tracey would normally visit and the twenty minute wait in the less than spotlessly clean waiting are was more than uncomfortable for Tracey. The other dozen or so people waiting were on the face of it down and outs who looked at the smartly dressed business woman sitting amongst them with either thinly disguised distrust, lust or jeaoulsy. One very scruffily dressed man had even sat beside her and casually placed his hand on her leg and started stroking it up and down. Tracey had been mortified and sat there looking around for someone to come and help her but the other people waiting were looking at her with amusement on their faces until in the end Tracey had stood up and moved to a chair a few places away.
“Stuck up bitch” she had heard one of the waiting woman mutter and Tracey had been too scared to say anything back, instead opting to sit looking at the floor hoping they were going to call her name next.
A younger girl came and sat down beside Tracey a few minutes later, she couldn't of been any older than eighteen and even though Tracey was no expert she could see that the girl was a junkie and even though she tried not to make it obvious she moved in her seat slightly so she was an inch further away from her. She had only been sitting there a few minutes when a large black man had come in and sat beside the young girl,
“comon girl we haven't got time to be sitting around here, I need you out there making money.”
Tracey could see that the girl looked intimated by the man and she wasn't surprised, he was at least 6 foot 2 and built like he could take on Mike Tyson and win!
“I'm sorry baby, I just need a fix and you know they don't charge anything here and it's good stuff, will last a week.” the girl said nervously looking at the man's feet.
“Well it better and you be sure I'm going to make you earn what you miss while we wait here.” he said angrily.
Tracey couldn't believe what she was hearing, the man was obviously the poor girls pimp, not a very happy pimp either and and girl looked very scared of him and yet nobody was saying a thing, or even looking as if anything was out of the ordinary here. Tracey had never even seen a prostitute before let alone a pimp and the whole scene shocked her. What happened next shocked her even more.
“She working now?” said the old man who had stroked Tracey's leg suddenly said to the pimp who looked at him for a second before smiling.
“Sure she is old man, you want a piece?'”
“Sure do, haven't got much money though.”
“That's okay, I'm sure she can sort you out.” the pimp laughed before turning to the hooker and nodding at her to get up and go with the old man. She looked unhappy but knew better than to argue and to Tracey's astonishment she saw her gingerly place her arm around the old man's waist and lead him off to the toilets at the end of the corridor.
Again Tracey couldn't believe that nobody seemed phased by this at all and she looked around to see if there was a security guard or somebody else at all that could help but she saw nobody. She was debating whether to get up and go and have a word with the receptionist when suddenly the blonde bimbo nurse had appeared and called her name. Rather embarrassed as everyone looked at her as she stood she was even more embarrassed when the nurse turned to the pimp sitting beasise Tracey and giggled,
“Oh Hi Tyrone, got a new one I see, don't worry I'll have her fixed up and back out here for you in no time.”
“oh I'm not with h..” Tracey had started to say before the nurse took her arm and pulled her along with her saying, “Come on Missy, time is money.”
Before Tracey could try and explain again that she certainly wasn't with the black pimp she had been pulled a few yards down the corridor and rather roughly pushed into a small examination room where she was told in no uncertain terms to get undressed and sit herself up on the table before the nurse left the room.
Not understanding how the stupid nurse oulde believe that a smartly dressed businesswomen like Tracey could be there with a rough as shit black pimp like Tyrone she never the less started to undress deciding that she would sort it out once the nurse got back. She looked around for a gown to put on but not seeing anything she shrugged and took off her blouse and skirt and stockings and folded them nicely before putting them on a chair and then popping herself up on the examination table in just her bra and panties feeling more than a bit self conscious.
The door suddenly opened and the nurse came in and took one look at her and giggled,
“Come on underwear off as well, I'm surprised Tyrone even lets you wear any.”
Taking a deep breath Tracey said as forcefully as she could,
“I am not with that Tyrone, I am here for a drugs test.”
The nurse looked at her slightly startled by her tone of voice and for a second Tracey thought she had got through to her before the nurse said,
“You don't have to be embarrassed you know, I see all of Tyrone's girls, it dosent worry me what you do for a living, now get that bra and panties off.”
Tracey could scream! But to her surprise the nurse suddenly grabbed at her bra straps and started pulling them off her shoulders. Instinctively Tracey started to struggle and for a few seconds both girls were fighting to gain control of the bra straps before the nurse suddenly stepped back and snapped at Tracey,
“Okay you stupid little girl I'm going to get Tyrone in here to teach you some manners.”
Being called a stupid little girl by a bimbo was enough to make Tracey even angrier at the way she was being treated and she was about to snap back but she suddenly realised that the last thing she wanted was the nurse going and getting that brute of a pimp, maybe it might be better and easier if she just played along for the time being, the faster she could get out of this hell hole the better!
“Oh don't do that Miss.” Tracey simpered as meekly as she could and hating herself for it.
“Well get that underwear off this instant.” the nurse retorted and this time Tracey was quick to oblige and within seconds she was standing completely naked in front of the nurse.
Even though it was another girl she was standing in front of it didn't make it any less embarrassing for Tracey and to make it worse the nurse giggled and said,
“That Tyrone always knows how to pick the hotties.”
Then to Tracey's dismay she snatched up the discarded bra and panties and gave a little laugh as she said she was just going to go and get some equipment and holding up Tracey's underwear she said,
“I'll give these to Tyrone as well, he will probably throw them away for you.”
Again Tracey was about to say something but the sudden thought of the nurse calling Tyrone into the room was enough to make her bite her tongue and instead she just nodded her head as the nurse left the room.
Sitting on the table now completely naked Tracey felt completely dejected, how the hell had she gotten into this mess, she could just imagine the surprise on the big pimps face when the stupid nurse handed him her bra and panties! God knows what he would think, the quicker she got this stupid test done the better!
After a few minutes the nurse returned smiling and carrying a syringe and phials of clear liquid which Tracey though asking about but then decided that she just wanted the nurse to do what she had to do as fast as possible so she could get out of there!
“Okay lay back on the table sweetie and we'll soon get you fixed up.” the nurse said.
Being called sweetie by this little airhead did not make Tracey feel any calmer and as she laid back on the table she felt even more vulnerable but she grinned and bared it, literally!
Then came the fiasco with the needle, although Tracey couldn't really see what was going on from her prone position she could certainly feel the nurses clumsy attempts at getting needle into her and when she finally managed it Tracey let out a sigh of relief.
“Good girl,” the nurse giggled, “ that wasn't so bad was it, now lets get you all happy.”
Being patronised like that it was all Tracey could do to stop herself leaping off the bed and ripping the needle out of her arm and stabbing the nurse to death with it but she managed to calm herself and laid still as she felt pressure on the needle and tube in her arm, at least something was happening she thought to herself.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and without waiting for an answer it opened and a woman stood there looking down at the naked Tracey smiling at her before she turned to the nurse,
“Tyrone is getting a bit impatient out there, how much longer is she going to be?”
“Almost finished,”the nurse replied, send him in if you want, we wont be long now.”
The door shut again and Tracey suddenly thought to herself that maybe she didn't want Tyrone to come in and wait with her, or did she? Wasn't there something about him that she didn't like, Oh she was being silly, of course he could come in and wait for her to be finished, she was sure he was a nice man after all.
The door opened again and she smiled up at the big black man and she liked the way he was smiling down at her, perhaps she should have had some clothes on, or maybe not, maybe he liked her better without any clothes on, that made her giggle.
“She the one you gave me the underwear from?” Tyrone said to the nurse, his eyes never leaving the naked Tracey.
“Yes, she is yours isn't she?”
What' oh yea of course she is, picked her up new this morning.” he chuckled.
“Oh good, I thought I might of made a mistake like last time and given you another girl by mistake like last time I gave you that lawyer.” the nurse giggled.
“Don't worry,” Tyrone laughed heartily,”anyway she's earning me good money now.”
“Oh that's good at least I didn't screw up completely ” the nurse giggled, 'I gave this one an extra big shot as she was a bit feisty with me earlier, she'll be fixed up for a good ten days, she'll be a good little girl for you.” she laughed patting Tracey's smiling cheek.
“Thanks,” Tyrone laughed as he started to bundle the slightly comatose Tracey up into his arms.
“You taking her out naked?” the nurse laughed.
“Sure, my car is just outside.” Tyrone smiled lifting Tracey easily over his shoulder so that her bare bottom was facing the laughing nurse.
“How about her clothes and bag?”
“You got a furnace here, throw them in there, she don't need them where she's going” Tyrone laughed and with a slap on Tracey's ass he carried out the door