By the time that my blue dressing had come around the new hospital that had replaced the old hospital was itself old. The replacement hospital was being built in stages and this was causing allsorts of disruptions. The third year intake behind us that would be qualifying next and a few staff nurses which qualified ahead of us entered into secret negotiations to decided on the blue dressing. Thiswas made even more interesting because that year the pass rate was abysmal. Only five out of the remaining 9 students of our intake passed and two of them had already moved away to start new careers on the strength of their hospital finals. So this just left three of us to be blue dressed. The tradition for blue dressing up to that point had been that you would be stripped naked and then re-dressed into your staff nurses uniform. This was the basic blue dressing if they liked you they’d add in a shave, if they didn’t like you it would be a shave and cold bath, no one knew what they’d do if they really disliked you.
We all set off for a night in Newcastle going around the clubs and pubs. In the mid 1980’s the Newcastle scene wasn’t as glitzy and welcoming as it is now. We’d organised a bus to take and pick us up. We had a great time and all to soon we where on the bus coming back. Nothing had been said all night. Suddenly I’m pulled from my seat into the aisle and quite drunk and now having three colleagues holding me or pulling me in a confined space I was just not read for a struggle so by the time I realised what they intended which was only a few second my top had been pulled up over my face further causing me the inability to fight back. I felt my panties being pulled off from under my skirt and my two colleagues who had also passed their finals start to scream when they realised what was happening to them.
“No bra” I heard a friend shout obviously making a reference to the absence in one of my colleagues. I now began to fight but I was much too late and once the top was up around my head the bra followed. Now laying there breasts available to the world they quickly tidied me up and had me left in my skirt. My belt proved to be my friend in hampered their progress and now I dug in trying hard to prevent them removing it then my skirt. It was a uneven fight and eventually I was naked.
My two colleagues hadn’t faired any better in fact the furthest back in the bus had been naked within seconds. No bra so just the top to pull off and her trousers and panties came down as one. My other colleague was still holding on to her panties as I was stripped but now more hands assisted and she was naked.
The girls had been very good to separate out us three, spacing us out on the bus for the return journey. It was only now that I was naked hands and arms held well away from the body that I thought of the driver. I looked towards the central mirror and could just to say make out my nakedness in it. One friend was giving the driver direction and after a lot of tight turns and beds we arrived goodness knows where.
“You’ve got a choice you can either streak down to the round about and back or we can leave you here naked to walk home” the staff taking charge said. “Well Sandra”” she asked. I was puzzled then realised. “Please don’t leave me here” I said. “Good that’s one streak” she said.
We all of course agreed so where allowed up and manhandled off the bus.
I was first out naked and stood on the grass verge covering as best I could. My two colleagues came next very uncovered everything on show until they where off the bus and on the verge and covered. “You goy 30 seconds to streak then we are off, starting now” my friend said and closed the bus door.
We three took to our heels and dashed for the roundabout we could see at the bottom of the hill. We where on a very well lit industrial estate. Due to the hill and the 30 second seconds threat covering wasn’t really a option. I was first to the roundabout it was now that I had a problem. I was at the edge of the road, did they mean me to cross and touch the round about or was this point reaching the round about. I decided to be cautious with the time and turn back.
“Right around the roundabout” my friend shouted from the bus. They had all filed out and where lined up on the grass verge or in front of the bus. A few could be seen inside watching. The alarming thing was that one had a new fangled video camera. Her boyfriend worked in TV media and had a well paid job and fancied himself as the next Robin Cook. There where a good few stills cameras as well.
The run back up the hill was much slower, and the steepness got my breath and made concealing impossible so there was plenty of shots of me completely naked breast and bush well on show. As I neared the bus I could now see the driver. He was just well in heaven. Three 21 year old very beautiful girls where stark naked in front of him. I just died at this realisation but it was such a rush. The climb back on to the bus was awful. I had to grip the hand rails with both hands so the driver got to see everything close up. For our health and safety he had switched the interior lights on so we could clearly see the steps. Wasn’t he very thought full.
I dashed for a seat covering as best I could. Not sure why everyone had seen everything. I plonked myself down in my seat and looked for my clothes none came. My colleagues returned to the bus and found their seats similarly very well displayed. The bus set off again. It now drove back into town and our living area. My colleague who’d not worn the bra was put off first. I felt for a moment we where all going to have to make a naked dash home but at the last moment her clothes where produced and chucked off after her.
Next stop was mine and my other colleagues we lived together. It was really scary walking back down that aisle naked with the lights on knowing full well that the driver could see everything. Then climbing down the steps to stand on the pavement outside my flat. I reckoned that the bus will have woken everyone up and right about now they would be looking at my naked body. For a moment I thought they weren’t going to throw out my clothes but they did. I went for my bag and my key, grabbed the clothes and dashed for the front door. The bus had pulled away so for a good 10 to 15 seconds I was naked outside my front door with my friend.
No comments:
Post a Comment