Kamilah

By Sarah Pliton

Sarah, nurse at the exclusive private school Carmichael's, loves her job, and - being relatively young and inexperienced - was lucky to get it.

Unfortunately for her, many of the Carmichael's seniors are not nearly as sweet and innocent as they first appear, and seem set on tempting Sarah into the sort of liaisons that could end in her losing her job... or worse.

Kamilah, the indulged and demanding daughter of a rich Gulf family appears relatively quiet and modest compared to many of Carmichael's party girls. Nevertheless, as Sarah is about to find out, this spoilt, conventional young lady has hidden depths.

The first book in the Sister Sarah series, once you've had a taste of the work of renowned eroticist Sarah Pliton you'll be hooked.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.Z.C.
• Release date: Jun 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310717642

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Kamilah

By Sarah Pliton

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Copyright 2013 © Sarah Pliton/D.Z.C.

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Kamilah

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Kamilah

I was surprised I ever got the job as head Nursing Sister of the School's Infirmary. I thought I was too young and inexperienced. But at the interview, Carmichael's Headmistress, Ms. Rogers, said she thought I'd be better able to relate with the schoolgirls than older applicants she'd interviewed.

Since starting a month ago I'd hardly earned my keep but Ms. Rogers assured me that when the cold and flu season hit, I'd be run off my feet. She also muttered something about getting sick and tired of dealing with girls asking how to use tampons and pads, or words to that effect.

Carmichael School for Girls is an exclusive private boarding school for girls with an enviable scholastic record. I was just 24 when I took the job.

I had just come out of a three year relationship with my girlfriend Lynn only two months before, packing up for the interstate move to Carmichaels. Everything about the new job was going better than expected. And my 10 o'clock this Friday morning was with Kamilah.

* * *

Hi you must be Kamilah, please come in, I'm Sarah, I said as I poked my head outside my office door to see Kamilah sitting in the tiny reception area.

Kamilah was one of the few Seniors at Carmichael's and was now into her seventh year having repeated the final year. Her Infirmary file was empty and her academic record was average. She was tall with a mane of straight black hair cascading down her back. Having arrived several years earlier from one of the Gulf States, she appeared – based on my relatively brief acquaintance – to be a remarkably shy young woman. Unlike many of the other Arab girls who saw a term in a Western school as an opportunity to go wild, Kamilah stuck to her studies and seemed to take no interest in the parties to which her fellow students flocked at weekends.

She swished into my office and plonked herself down on the chair opposite my desk.

You've gotta help me, she spluttered forcefully.

Well I'm sure I'll be able to. What seems to be the problem?

Well ... see ... I've, the words trailing off.

Kamilah, anything we talk about here is absolutely confidential, I said as her eyes widened and locked onto me.

Yeah, I know that, she said shrilly.

You see . . . my friend Jasmine. Do you know Jasmine? Anyway, she had nipple studs put in because her plastic surgeon said it would keep her inverted nipples from retracting and it looks great and I want one, Kamilah blurted out breathlessly, her gaze fixing on me, and before I could process the information, she was off again. My right nipple's fine but my left nipple's retarded and I'm sick of looking lopsided, covering up and... What about boyfriends? They're going to treat me like some fucking lab animal, she wailed, hands waving around in animated angst, her language un-Carmichael's-like and surprising.

Oh Kamilah, it's nothing to worry about, it's very common, affecting up to 10% of women, I said with some authority. Kamilah's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she dismissed my words.

Don't you think I've seen a Doctor about it? Don't you think I've Googled every last web page on inverted nipples? Kamilah's sarcasm cutting through.

Oh I'm sure you have, Kamilah, it's only natural to want... but I was cut off mid-sentence.

Yeah, well I want a referral from you to Jasmine's doctor so I can get this fixed, Kamilah said with considered authority.