Nursing Home by Christina

Twelve years ago now I lost my job in a large chain of stores when it was bought out by another chain. I thought being a manager I’d get a job fairly quickly and besides my husband was in a good job. About a fortnight after I had finished work not having found a job during my notice period my husband was told that he had to move to another part of the country or look for another job. We decided having two young children and a large family locally that upping stakes and moving wasn’t a viable option. So he’d work away from home and come home weekends. This put even more financial pressure on us and I got to the point where I’d have taken any job. Then any job came along.

My mother had a friend who owned a nursing home. She said that she could employ me as a care worker until something better came up for me. I was so desperate I agreed to the job after an informal interview without any experience or real knowledge as to what would be involved.

When the letter arrived confirming my appointment I was shocked to find it was a night time job. The owner said that was all she had and besides it paid more. My mother agreed to look after the kids.

The work was horrible but the girls where all very nice. My first set of night shifts seemed easy. The girls kept saying that it would be a different matter when X was back. I won’t use any names.

Well X came back off her holidays and immediately I realised the difference. You really grafted under her. I came home exhausted. The fourth shift of her being in charge I was trying to get a old lady who was a bit demented back into bed. X comes along and tells me to get on with it. The old woman played up more and X just lifted her by the arms and marched her back to her room and dumped her on the bed. I was pretty shocked at X way of handling the situation.

At break I approached the subject with X. The room fell quiet. X just exploded and called me everything under the sun. She actually scared me. But I sure knew my place. The other girls told me that questioning X authority was not a good idea. That I was very lucky that I had just got the verbal assault.

Some further shifts passed and one night after break I was sitting in the upstairs lounge reading a magazine. X came in and saw me before I could put it away and look busy. She came over and snatched the magazine out of my hand. It was open at a page about underwear.

“You won’t need anything sexy like this with your hubby away” she said.

I got on with trying to find work to do. Truth was with her on your case you got everything done twice. Later I was down in the laundry room when X and her lieutenant appeared along with the other two care workers on duty. They didn’t say a thing. I just knew something bad was going to happen. They grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor and before I could really appreciate what they where about had my uniform off leaving me in pants, bra and socks. They just dragged me out of the laundry and cuffed me to the handrail that ran along every wall in the home and left me there walking off sniggering. About an hour later one of the girls came back and released the cuffs. I went and dressed but stayed to complete the shift.

I told my mother what had happened and she told her friend. There was a meeting some days later when X was severely reprimanded but not fired as I expected her to be.

I wasn’t due to work after that day for three nights. When I arrived I was surprised to find my mother’s friend there. I thought this was to see that nothing happened. The shift went especially well until about 2am. I was on the upper landing when X, her lieutenant and the owner appeared literally out of nowhere. Before I could say or do anything they just set about me. I was stripped to my underwear. This time they made sure that everything else was taken. I fought as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t believe that my mothers friend was part of this.

I’d worn some sexy underwear that day to cheer myself up. This added further to my embarrassment. It was black sheer nylon, translucent see-through. It showed every inch of what should be covered. My pubic bush, although sandy could be clearly seen along with my brown large nipples. They cuffed me to the rail gathered up my clothes and left.

The really scary part was that this end of the upper floor was all old men and they had a habit of wandering in the night. It wasn’t long before the first one of them came out of his room. He looked at me trying my best to cover up and quickly as if he knew there was trouble went back to bed. The next guy wasn’t so accommodating. He was a bit senile and came up to me asking for a train ticket we had a strange conversation for about 10 to 15 minutes me just being in my very revealing underwear trying to conceal myself. Eventually one of the others came up and released me.

It took a while for me to find my clothes I had to walk the length and breadth of the home. In my travels coming across another couple of residents and the other staff. I found my clothes in the laundry.

I didn’t really know what to do after that. I needed the job. Obviously complaining to the owner wasn’t an option. The job continued as before. I kept looking for another job. One day the owner was in the office. She called me in to say that she had received a reference request for me and that she wouldn’t be giving me a good one. I was now trapped in a awful job. My mother eventually got the second incident out of me and my husband when informed went mad and told me to leave. But we where still losing far more a month than the both of us where bringing in. He said he’d go and have a word with the owner. I begged him not to but he did.

I was surprised that there was no retaliation. Well other than me being assign to the worse residents. After another couple of months I got a new job. It was to start in the New Year after Christmas. I was relieved that I’d just have 27 more shifts to do then I would be out of there. X was now especially nasty to me at every opportunity. This included swapping my shift so that I couldn’t make the staff Christmas party. Not that I was really bothered.

She landed at the home at about 3am. Drunk but very in control. She called me allsorts and then said that she was going to make an example of me and make sure I never forgot her. I made for the door but she caught me with her hangers on and dragged me back into the main lounge. She set about me and it wasn’t long before my tunic and slacks where being removed. She did not stop there on this occasion and although I tried my best to defend myself I was soon naked.

She pulled my arms away from my body and smiled. “You can run or you can hide’ she said, “But if I catch you I’m going to drag your naked ass outside and beat the crap, out of you”. I just took to my feet and made for my locker. My goal was my outside coat and car keys. I made it with her walking after me calling out I’m coming to get you. Barefoot I started back for the main door. No sign of her now. I got to the main door but it was locked. She appeared from the office and held up the key. Her two helpers appeared behind her.

“I told you what I would do” I tried to run but they where too quick for me. I was knocked to the ground and dragged back. They soon had me naked again. The front door was opened and I was pushed out into the cold December night. My car keys thrown after me. It took me a while to find them and then drive home naked. needless to say I never went back.