It started as any other Saturday morning for nurse Carla Espinosa. She got up at five thirty, took a shower, dressed for work and left the house at a quarter past six. Her shift wouldn't start until seven thirty and since she lived really close to the hospital she didn't need to get up so early. But the thing was that she wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible.
When she moved along with her family the house, that looked more like a manor, in the suburbs of Los Santos, seemed like a dream, but just a couple of months after they had finished unpacking their stuff Turk's diabetes took a turn for the worst, and he lost a foot. That changed everything. It was as though he had lost his will to live, he stopped going to work and was fired from his position of Primary of Surgery, forcing Carla to go back to work. Obviously her salary wasn't enough to live in their house, but Turk didn't care one bit. Whenever she talked to him about their problems he would just stare at her blankly, and at night he kept her awake, trying to choke his sobs.
Turk had also completely lost his sex drive. Before the operation he had a huge libido, that annoyed Carla, that often refused him, but now she was the one crying for attention, and he kept denying it to her.
This made her insecure about her looks, and started looking for attention at her work place. She started dressing more provokingly and even got a boob job. Turk didn't even notice, and she got so mad at him that she did something stupid. She slept with his husband's best friend, J. D.
She wasn't particularly attracted to him, and frankly thought he was an idiot, but that seemed the a perfect way to make Turk pay.
Right after the deed she realized what she had done and what this could have meant to Turk, that was already incredibly depressed. She decided to keep it all to herself, and she started taking even more care of her husband, but he kept denying her any attention, and barely spoke a word, which made her hate him more and more.
To J. D., what to Carla was a simple intercourse, not even a particularly satisfying one, meant something more, and he kept pressing her to continue with their secret relationship. Carla gave in out of loneliness and for a while they kept going on with it.
Then they were found, right in the middle of the act. Not by Turk, who almost never came out of the bedroom, but J.D.'s wife, Elliot, Carla's best friend.
The aftermath was brutal. Elliot screamed and even physically assaulted Carla. She divorced J.D. and moved to Liberty City, which left Carla in an even worse position, abandoned not only by her husband but by her closest friend, that had been an anchor that she held on to for the past months, she had to cling to J.D. not to be left completely alone.
Their relationship deepened, but while he was lost in love with her, thanks to the sexual component of their relationship, that was way more satisfying than the one he had with the frigid and insecure Elliot, Carla proved affection and nothing more towards him, too much devoured by guilt to enjoy it completely.
With the excuse of taking care of his best friend, J.D. moved in with them. The cohabitation was really helpful to Carla. Her kids loved him and he helped her out with taking care of them, but her feelings towards him weren't anything more than the ones towards a close friend, and when J.D. started sensing that he started resenting her.
Now she hated staying at home, with her depressed husband whom she couldn't look in the eyes anymore, her lover that kept treating worse and worse, insulting her in front of her children that were growing apart from her.
She got to the hospital early as usual, and passed time chit chatting at the coffee machine with her co-worker Lloyd, the driver of the ambulance she rode on. He had taken a lot of interest in Carla's body, that in the last few months represented the exact opposite of what she had inside. In the hope of reviving Turk and getting him out of his spiraling depression she started working out and dressing more sexily. She had realized that it was all useless, and could have stopped, but she really liked the way she looked, like she hadn't in years, and she had gotten used to her new breasts. Her own body seemed as though it was the only thing she had control of, it was her only hobby.
Of course this meant that men like Lloyd eyed her constantly and pestered her with indecent proposals. Everyone in the hospital knew about her and J.D., and they all considered her a slut, especially the women treated her as garbage. But she didn't care about that, not anymore.
Her body and her looks were the only things in her life she was satisfied with, and she wasn't willing to let go of that just for a bunch of sexist pigs and jealous assholes.
That particular day she was wearing her usual pink scrubs, tight on her ass and around her chest.
The trousers were low rise, and the tight shirt revealed some of her stomach and the string of a thong peeked from the elastic waistband. Lloyd had immediately noticed that and vulgarly complimented her on that.
She didn't even respond.
When the shift started they got on their ambulance, in the parking lot of the Sacred Heart Hospital of Downtown Los Santos and quickly took off. They had to go pick up a man a few blocks away that had to receive a surgery and was apparently too lazy to get there on his own. The whole thing didn't take more than half an hour and then they were back at the coffee machine. Lloyd had given up on trying to pick up Carla and started bad mouthing the other nurses.
"What I'm saying is you shouldn't care about what they say behind your back, they are just jealous bitches"
This made Carla even angrier. Clearly Lloyd didn't give a fuck if the other nurses insulted her behind her back, he probably often joined in with them, he just wanted to get in her panties, and thought this could have been a good strategy.
A few months back she would have replied angrily, with one of her famous rants, and he would have definitely stopped bothering her, but she wasn't strong enough, not anymore.
"Don't call them bitches" She sighed it, without even believing it.
Lloyd didn't seem to hear or care, and went on with his bullshit.
"They envy you because you are way hotter than them, because they don't have the balls to dress up slutty like you do"
Carla gave him an unconvinced pissed off look.
"Hey, I mean it in a good way".
The second call of the day was an emergency. An accident on Vinewood Hills, in a uninhabited zone.
It was a few miles away, but Sacred Heart was the closest hospital, so they were sent.
Lloyd was a fucking idiot, but at least he could drive well.
He sped swiftly through the luxurious cars of Vinewood, the siren blasting, and arrived quickly at the place of the call. There was a damaged SUV off the street, and a man covered in blood was standing in the middle of the street, waving to the approaching ambulance.
Lloyd stopped the car and they both descended.
"What the fuck?!" She heard Lloyd's scream, quickly followed by a thud and the noise of something heavy falling to the ground.
Carla's heart jumped in her throat as she ran around the hood of the vehicle, just to find Lloyd laying on the ground, in a pool of his own blood, spreading from a bad wound on his head, and a young black man standing over the body, with a bloody metal pole in his hands.
She heard footsteps approaching right behind her, and then the metallic sound of a gun getting loaded.
She turned her head slowly and found herself staring down into the mouth of a big handgun, held tightly by the bloody man that was signaling them. He had a crazy look in his eyes, and something in the way he was holding the gun told Carla that it wasn't his first time and that he was more than ready to pull the trigger.
"Don't move, sugartits, or I'll blow your head off".
They let her out of the ambulance after an hour of driving, in front of a trailer in the middle of the Grand Senora Desert. It was small, old and looked like a meth lab. There was dusty red jeep parked nearby, the only car in sight.
They lead Carla at gunpoint to the trailer, the younger man, the black guy, opened the door with a kick.
They hadn't spoken a word during the whole trip, and Carla was startled when the young man spoke in a deep, rough but harmonious voice.
"Hey, M, we here. We brought a nurse to take care of yo ass"
A voice came from a door slightly ajar on the left side of the trailer, it sounded weak, but had a hint of humor in the tone.
"Is she pretty, at least?"
He looked at her as he had just noticed her, and took a few seconds to admire her body.
"She's fine, M. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine too, F. Is T with you?"
"Yeah, he's parking the ambulance"
"Good"
F pushed gently Carla, steering her in the direction of M's room.
In the short journey towards the room, even though she was scared out of her mind, Carla couldn't help herself to notice the similarities between the man that just kidnapped her and was pushing her, and Turk when he was younger. They were the same height, both had athletic bodies, they spoke the same way, with the same tone and inflexion, the same swagger attitude. And they also looked really similar. F wasn't bald, but had a military haircut, and had Turk's eyes.
As it turned out M was a fat, middle-aged man with a nasty bullet wound in his side. He was laying on a dirty bed, a haphazard medication barely contained the bleeding. He was also the reason Carla was kidnapped, along with the ambulance. They wanted her to heal him, and couldn't go to a hospital because they'd all probably would have gotten arrested.
Carla tended to the wounded man for hours and, thanks to the supplies inside the ambulance, she managed to stabilize his conditions.
She was terrorized out of her mind, but that didn't keep her to make a good work, after twenty years of being a nurse she had learned to work under a lot of pressure.
After she was done working was when it hit her. They were probably going to kill her after this, they clearly didn't want to get caught by the cops, and she was a loose end.
The strange thing was that it didn't scare her as she thought it would. Maybe she didn't care anymore. The thought reassured her, in a weird, twisted way. She exited the room, to find F sitting on a faded leather couch. He was holding a gun in his hands, casually, like it was a continuation of his own arm.
T wasn't in sight.
He looked up at her, worried.
"How's he?"
"He'll survive"
Carla responded in a whisper, realizing just now how tired she was.
She fell on a ragged armchair and let out a long sigh of weariness and quiet desperation.
"I'm sorry" F said.
"What?"
"I said I'm sorry. About all this."
"Are you going to kill me?"
F's eyes widened in surprise, not of the question but of the tone it was asked.
"Why would you think that?"
Carla let out a little unconvinced laugh.
"I don't think we'll have to"
Now Carla was surprised.
"But... I'm a loose end..."
It sounded as if she actually wanted to be killed. After all it would have been a huge relief.
"We know who you are, Mrs. Espinosa. We know you have kids and we know where to find them. You won't go to the police"
The conversation ended there and they stayed silent until T entered the trailer, holding two shopping bags full of groceries.
"So?" He looked even more worried than F.
"M must be someone special that you both are so worried about him" Carla said, immediately regretting it.
T gave her a wild look of anger.
"He'll survive"
T turned away from Carla and gave a look of relief to his comrade. He dropped the bags and took out a pack of beers, he gave one to F and approached Carla.
He had a dangerous look in his eyes, but then he handed her a beer and simply said: "Thanks".
She couldn't sleep, so she went outside to take a breath of fresh hair.
There was a full moon that lit the naked desert of a pale, bluish light and the breeze was chilling.
"Wanna escape?"
She jump for the surprised and turned to F, leaning on the side of the trailer, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
"You scared me..."
"Sorry"
F walked slowly in her direction, and her heart started pounding inside of her chest. There was fear in her, but just a little bit. She felt as she used to with Turk.
He got closer and closer, until she could feel the heat of his body on her skin, and could smell the tobacco in his breath.
"I didn't mean to"
"Don't worry" Carla whispered.
Then he kissed her and she forgot all the trouble she had gone through, there were only the two of them, and the passion of their kiss.
Carla pulled away first, and took F's hand, pulling him with her towards the ambulance parked behind the trailer.
The back doors were open, she got inside and he followed her, their hands still joined.
They undressed at the same time. Carla removed her bloody scrubs, revealing to her new partner a slim but fit body, firm fake breasts held tightly by a white semi-transparent bra, long brown legs, tight muscular thighs, her crotch covered by skimpy low rise panties the same fabric of the bra, some hair peeking out inviting.
F was more buff than he looked with his clothes on, he had a wide chest, his arms were strong and even though it was cold some sweat drops slithered over his muscular abdomen.
They jumped at each other, kissing with even more passion, caught in their animal lust.
F pulled away from Carla's lips and kissed her chin, then moved to her neck, her collarbone, her breast.
He sucked and tongued her nipple, while he slid his hand from her hip to her ass, and then to her crotch, rubbing her from over the fabric, that got immediately wet. She started moaning, one hand brushing his man's hair and the other gripping the hard muscles of his back, digging her nails into his flesh. He pulled down her panties and kept on rubbing, stimulating her clit. Her moans got louder and louder, until she almost screamed when he introduced a finger inside of her.
He dug deeper and deeper, adding another finger, and kept on sucking her nipple.
When Carla felt like she couldn't take anymore of the tease she pushed him down onto the stretcher, removed her bra and her soaked panties, then pulled F's boxer briefs, exposing his turgid black cock to the cold hair of the Sonora Desert.
His cock was beautiful. Turk's was great, thick, almost eight inches long, but this one was massive compared to his. It was easily nine inches long, and it wasn't even fully erect. She couldn't help herself, she grabbed it and started stroking it vigorously, spitting on it to reduce the attrition. Now F was moaning, his eyes were closed, a look of pure bliss painted on his face.
Carla felt that he was close to climaxing so she stopped.
She got on the stretcher, and inserted his member inside of her. She felt the cock completely filling her cavity, sending shivers of pleasure across all her body.
She had her hands on the firm chest of F, while his hands were gripping painfully tight her asscheeks.
She started moving, and almost came with that first motion. They picked up speed until she climaxed on top of him, juices flowing out of her and sliding down his hard cock.
She descended, her legs shaking, and brought her mouth to his cock. She had to suck just for a few seconds before he came. He squirted out an incredible amount of semen, most of which ended up on Carla's face, dirtying her hair. She kept on stroking during the ejaculation and even after, teasing the tip with her thump and holding tightly his balls.
They fell asleep together on the stretcher.