Private Care Unit



She showed Alena where to find her schedule, how to make changes, and how to communicate with other STATs when she needed help or a replacement.

“We don’t say ‘sub,’” she raised an eyebrow. “That means something else, doesn’t it?”

She also explained where to order supplies, medications, and meal vouchers. All of this information would then be synced to Alena’s wrist com for easy access. Her girly voice moved a mile a minute as she spoke, full of energy and excitement.

“Now, the color codes. As you can see, we have similar with a few exceptions. You will do all oral, that’s red, and have a deep throat specialty in purple. You also have brown, an icky reference to anal! Blech! Butt stuff!”


Alena chuckled in surprise. This girl may be only nineteen but anal has been popular for decades.
“Blue is top, green is bottom. Pink is lesbian, I know, so dumb, but it works. You don’t have these, but black is for Dom, white for sub. Yay! You have orange! Me too! We like threesomes. Yummy!”
Alena asked, “And yellow for – ?”
They said it together, “Pissing.” Bea made another retching noise.


“Now, I only put on my scrubs and bracelet right before a session. I’m loud, dramatic, and love being the center of attention — no color code covers that!”

She had walked to the drawers in the wall under the video screen, posing like a display girl at a vehicle dealer. She tapped and one slid out with pristine sets of scrubs for Alena. She held up the see-through white garments.

“They are nice looking and almost feel like they are not there. Your shoes are here. Sensible and super comfy cazh. You can wear heels if the session asks for it.”


She stepped closer to Alena, who was still taking everything in. “That’s as fast as I could go! And we still have over an hour to get settled. Now, let’s get you out of these street clothes and into something more comfortable.” The little whirlwind tugged gently at Alena’s jacket and pants, guiding her toward a change of clothes while laughing.
Bea’s fingers ran up the light brown thigh below and up through her puffy tan and pink petals. Alena moaned while still looking shocked at the brashness. Bea giggled and hot-kissed the new girl again. It would have been a pantie soaker had she been wearing any.

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