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Take a journey through lust as one man discovers the pleasure awaiting in the underground tunnels of a Psychiatric Hospital. First having sex with willing women that are confronting mental problems for the small price of a few cigarettes. After many conquests he meets his sexual match in Tanika. A smallish black woman who can pleasure him like never before. Soon they are joined by a third, Monique, a red-headded bombshell that drains them both. They have three way sex like they never thought possable. Orgasm after orgasm are produced after this group gets together. Eventually they settle into a perfect relationship, or is it?
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Hospital Lust
As a guard at a Psychiatric Hospital, once the patients start calling you “Pops” it’s probably time to think about leaving. I took this job 5 years ago after retiring from a career teaching in middle school. I thought “what the heck middle school, mental patients just about the same thing”. I was right. My mentor early on was a legend among the guards, officer Miller. He had years of service and the stories to go along with it. One of the first things he told me was “never let them see that you are scared”. This was pretty easy advice to follow, after all, having taught in Middle School for over 20 years, I followed the same basic principal. I soon found out that Miller and I had quite a bit in common. He had been a History teacher in a local high school. For some reason (I never asked) he got fired. If you know anything about schools and teachers, you know that it is next to impossible for a teacher to get fired. It has to be something really, really bad. There were lots of rumors but no one at the hospital really knew, except, of course, Miller. He also said to me that for the most part “don’t feel sorry for the patients at the hospital. The reason a lot of them were here was that they had a good lawyer”. “What would you rather do” he said “if you committed a murder”? “Spend possibly a few months or years here, getting treated, cured and sent home, or spend the rest of your life in jail”. He had a point. Miller continued “if I found myself in court for some crime I would pull my pants down in front of the Judge and shit on the courtroom floor to make sure that I got into this hospital”. Sage advice from the legend.
Miller and I worked together for about seven months before he got fired from the hospital. Well, he really didn’t actually get fired. We worked for a contract guard company. No one working for our company ever got fired. They would be re-assigned to another, more undesirable location in the hopes that they would quit. In Miller’s case this was exactly what happened. The story goes that he was in work one day at his new assignment and had had enough of his boss. He ripped off his uniform and threw it at him saying “fuck it, I don’t need this crap” and stormed out of the room. I never found out if he got dressed in something or just left in his underwear.
I can’t say exactly how or why I got involved with becoming a security guard. I know I was bored after retiring and there was an ad on the internet, it seemed that the job would be exciting. Also, it payed pretty well, not teacher pay but enough to supplement my pension until Social Security kicked in. The day that I interviewed for the job I was told that I was “way too qualified for the position advertised”, given a uniform and a badge, and told to report the next day to my new job. I guess I passed the interview process.
As instructed I showed up to the hospital office at the arranged time. There I was told to report to the Park building where I would hand wand the patients and visitors with a portable metal detector, if they “beeped” after going through the walk through detector. Officer Miller was over at the building and would explain the job in more detail.
Meeting him for the first time I was impressed. He was a smallish black man, mid fifties with his hair just starting to gray on the sides. He looked distinguished, appeared to be in good shape and wore the uniform well. Shaking my hand he introduced himself, “Officer Miller, but everyone here calls me Allen”. The phone rang, he lifted his hand and pointed his index finger into the air, the universal sign for ‘just a minute’ “yes, yes he just walked through the door”, pause, “yes, no problem, will do”.
“Obviously the front desk asking me to train you in this position”. “Like da, what else was I to do with you”?
“Well, thank you”, I said, “I can use all the help I can get”. “My name is Tom Spring, but most people call me Woody”. I didn’t want to say that, it just slipped out.
He didn’t ask me how I got the nick name. Thank God. I really did not want to go through the story of the most traumatic day in my life, at least the most traumatic in high school. I was changing out of my gym cloths in the boys locker room trying to hide a hard on that just popped up for no real reason. Unsuccessfully trying to hide it. It took weeks to convince my friends, and others who heard about the incident that I wasn’t gay. So, from that day on I was Woody, probably better than Dick Head or something like that. I have to admit the story got embellished over time along with the size of my member. Let me just say I did pretty well with the girls from then on. They were all curious about certain aspects of the story and wanted to find out for themselves. So I really didn’t mind being called Woody.
“So Woody, what do you know about the job here at Park”?
“Not much” I confessed. “I was told that I would ‘wand’ people”.
“OK, that's a start and that’s exactly what you will be doing” he said. “Everyone who comes to this building goes through the metal detector, staff, visitors and patients”.
