Chapter 1: The first encounters

The email had been sent from her agent. Now that she was eighteen she thought it would be a good time to be a bit more proactive with her image. Before it had been all well and good that she was just another celebrity with the tabloids being a more lenient due to her age though now that she was ‘legal’ this would no longer be the case and she was considered free game.

Emma Watson read over the short document provided. On the face it seemed like an easy thing to do. Visit one of the cities assorted assisted living facilities for the infirm and keep them company for a short period of time. Nothing overt in the way of publicity but as her agent Charlene detailed this would be a way of testing her first foray into more mature awareness campaigns.

Quickly tossing off a reply she indicated her consent to join into the program. Scarcely after the message had been sent did she receive the automated reply back with the pertinent details. Noting the location Emma synced it with her smartphone map program loading it into the calendar as well for a reminder.

The next Friday found her taking the tube towards one of the more economically deprived regions of the city. Sitting on the hard plastic seats she noticed that her outfit seemed a tad more upscale than what the rest of the seemingly blue collar class sharing the car with her were wearing. Frankly the fact that she had someone managed to remain somewhat anonymous in the group was rather starling. A pair of flared black trousers and a pale cream off white blouse. Around her waist an Osman designed wide black belt with faux gold buckle. Her shoes though were the indulgence, a 3-inch heeled Christian Louboutin with the distinct red bottom signature, giving her a few extra inches of lift and that delightful sounding click as she was walked across tile and asphalt. All covered by her Burberry black coat that came to mid-thigh length on her.

Arriving at her stop Emma joined the rest of the masses getting out of the tube station. Using the map function on her phone she quickly found herself at the front of her stop. The Sunny Shores assisted living facility. A completely inaccurate name she pondered considering the nearest shores were at least twelve miles away and the English climate very rarely allowed for a sunny state. Shaking her head at the mindless minutiae that intruded she glanced around the lobby of the facility. The buildings external appearance, weather worn and battered, belied the interior. Rather different than what she had imaged she found the clean linoleum of a hospital style floor at odds with the exterior of the building though it did fit the medical facility impression.

“Welcome to Sunny Shores Miss Watson!” The voice came from behind her.

With a start Emma turned abruptly to find a matronly woman standing there clad in a nurse’s uniform.

“Oh, hello. I’m here about the outreach program... “Emma began to say.

“I know all about that. I’m nurse matron Gallo, but you can call me Dolores. Why don’t you come with me to the office and we’ll get you all settled”

“Thank you Dolores.” Emma replied with smile. Following along behind the matronly woman she let her eyes drift to take in the surroundings. Outside of a few rare occasions visiting family she had never spent much time in this type of facility. Seeing the residents sitting in what must be a day room she noticed that there were quite a few elderly individual but only a sparse few younger people that she assumed to be volunteers spaced out. At least she assumed they were volunteers based off the badges they all seemed to be wearing.

“As you can see you’re not the only young lady who has taken the chance to volunteer” Dolores commented. Having noticed the eyes of the young starlet wandering as they walked towards the administration rooms.

“How many people have volunteered?” Emma inquired.

“We have seven that are fairly regular at this time but another two or three that come by occasionally to help out.” Dolores replied.

Emma nodded silently in response. The number seemed a bit low to her. A depressingly stark reminder that people sometimes forgot those who came into these types of facilities. Left to run out the clock as it were on life. Shaking her head to clear such minutiae she glanced back at the other volunteers that she’d soon be joining. They all seemed to be wearing similar clothing. Not nurses scrubs though.

Emma wetted her lips to inquiry about the volunteer’s attire when they happened to pass an open door to a residents quarters. Naturally curious she let her eyes slid over to glance inside and nearly swallowed her own tongue. The ebony skinned occupant was just standing there, clad in nought but an open dressing gown, and dangling between his legs was the largest penis she had ever seen. Sagging from his pelvis, it seemed to dwarf his legs, the thing reaching well down past mid-thigh. Its owner obviously not aware of the lewd display he was making. The ebony body well into advanced age. Showing hints of its former glory.

Emma could only gawk at the sight of the drooping phallus as she followed the nurse matron deeper into the care facility. Dolores seemingly not noticing the distracted nubile celebrity who had stopped paying attention as they moved deeper into the facility.

“I’m eager to see that young ladies such as yourself are taking time out to become involved in this program.” Delores commented as they reached the admin section of the building.

Taking in the décor of the office they finally arrived at Emma felt a moment’s hesitation over remaining at the residence but decided to forge on ahead. Bringing her attention back to the reason she was here Emma pushed the images out of her mind. “Yes, I’m glad to be involved in such a worthy cause.”

“I’m happy you think so. It’s refreshing these days to see the youth take such an interest in the care of our residents.” Dolores responded. “While we do have a bit of paperwork to fill out the last thing we’ll have you do today is get fitted for a volunteers uniform.

“I did not realize that I would be wearing a uniform?” Emma commented.

“For simplicity’s sake, we like to have all the girls in similar attire. This also ensures that if there are any accidents the girls don’t end up with an unseemly stains on their personal clothing.”

Emma could certainly see the logic in that reasoning. Nodding her assent she returned to a few other questions she had. “What types of duties would be I undertaking. I want to be treated just like everyone else if at all possible.”

“Well the standard would be for the volunteer staff to help out with meal times. Getting all the residents to the dining facilities if they’re mobile enough. If not, then taking the meals to their rooms. Otherwise it’s a program designed to keep the residents entertained. Sit with them, talk to them, and keep up their spirits. That sort of thing.”

“I see.”

“And to put your mind completely at ease, at no time would you be responsible for any sort of medical procedures such as medication or bathroom assistance. The most that would be asked might be taking a resident or two to the hydro therapy room where you would remain with them during their exercise period.”

“What type of hydrotherapy?” Emma queried.

“The standard is water aerobics. The guests would be in the pool and attempt to swim a few laps and other basic exercises. If you assist in that then suitable attire would be provided of course.”

“Of course.” Emma stuttered. Unbidden her mind flashed back to the sole resident she had already seen sans apparel. Her mind quickly placing the two of them in the yet unseen pool with her helping in exercises that were all revolving around that stupendous piece of manflesh. Flushing slightly she forced the images from her mind and brought her attention back to the present.

The nurse matron seemed unaware of the stimulating thoughts plaguing her newest volunteer. Having continued with a list of other possible activates that would be her responsibility to assist with.

“For today we’ll have you shadow Jessica. She’s one of our volunteers who has been around the block a few times.” Delores stated. Hitting a buzzer on her desk she quickly summoned the lady to the office.

Emma turned towards the opening door surmising that the other girl had probably been outside waiting with how quickly she arrived. The other girl was blonde of about 20ish years of age was of similar height and build to herself though clad in the volunteer uniform. A black skater style skirt paired with a form fitting scoop necked white top with short sleeves.

“Yes Nurse Matron?”

“Ahh, Jessica. Good. This is Emma, she’s thinking of volunteering here for a time and I was hoping that you would show her around today. Have her shadow you and see if this is something she’d want to come back for?” Dolores ordered.

“Sounds good. Emma, why don’t you come with me and we’ll get you kitted you. I’ve got a spare uniform so you can wear that instead of getting those nice clothes all messed up.”

Emma nodded her assent.

Following Jessica down to the locker rooms. Emma was wondering if perhaps that Jessica didn’t recognize her or had Dolores deliberately not used her name to avoid drawing attention to her celebrity status.

Arriving in the locker room Emma noticed that no one else seemed to be present. Apparently either all out working or no one was scheduled to start at this time. Glad for the privacy she followed the seemingly older girl to the locker and waited while Jessica quickly grabbed the spare uniform.

“Here, this should fit. You can go ahead and put your stuff in my locker and I’ll give you the spare key for the lock. This way you don’t have to worry about someone running off with that gorgeous coat of yours.” Jessica beamed.

“Thanks.” Emma replied. Noticing that the older girl had turned away to give the illusion of privacy, leaning up against a row of nearby lockers, she shrugged off her coat onto the bench. Taking the uniform she quickly doffed her outfit down to her underwear and heels.

Jessica took that moment to turn around. Glancing at the young starlet in her bra and panties she quickly informed. “Just FYI, but that skirt is probably going to show your panty line something fierce. I swear it was designed that way.”

Quickly drawing the skirt up and fastening it at her waist she turned to have her ass face the mirror. The standard effects of heels making her ass arch out quickly verified Jessica’s worry. The French cut panties she was wearing were plainly visible. “What do you think I should do?” Emma worried.

“Not much you can do for today, unless you want to go bare.” Jessica smirked.

Before Emma could even stutter out a denial to that option Jessica continued on.

“Just do what the rest of us do, and wear a thong.” With that the older girl turned and flipped up her own skirt proving that she was in fact wearing a tiny little black thong underneath the skirt. “Feels a bit naughty but it’s not like anyone here is going to know or care if you do.”

Doffing the uniform shirt Emma tucked it into the waistband of the skater style skirt. Using her Osman belt she finished getting dressed. The top once tucked in molding itself to her skin with the cups of her bra clearly outlined in the fabric. A glance at the other girl showed that she was apparently going braless if the readily apparent nipples attested to.

“Alright, now that we’ve got you ready we’re going to go visit Mr. Horny.”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Mr. Hor-neigh, he’s one of the older residents and a bit grabby.” Jessica answered as she lead the new volunteer our as the lamb to the slaughter.

“Oh.”

“Usually he’s pretty harmless. Likes to talk about the good old days and how he used to be this big ladies’ man. Always going home from the pub with a new young thing,” Jessica said, filling her in on the old lech.

Arriving at the room Emma was shocked to realize that it was the very same room she had passed on her way in when she arrived. Glancing at the old man sitting up in his chair, who had apparently dressed fully in the time since arrival, she got her first look at the man. Well in to his either late seventies or early eighties, bald and black as could be.

“Well hello there Mr. Hor-neigh.” Jessica said as the two ladies came fully into the room. Though she drew out the name making it more like horny Emma thought.

“G’day Jessica, is this the day you finally decided to accept my proposal and run away with me?” He replied with a laugh.”

“Not just yet, maybe some day.” Jessica laughed. “Today I brought in Emma. I’m showing her around and you had better be on your best behavior.”

“Oh, I’m always on my best. Just you girls don’t seem to realize just how good I can be.” Horneigh replied.

“Good to meet you sir, I’m Emma.”

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Earl Horneigh at your service.” The elderly man said while his eyes seemed to rove across her body seeming to spend a good amount of time on the expanse of skin that the shortness of her skirt revealed.

“Why back in my day, girls like you’d be the thing I’d be looking for at the clubs.” A lecherous look settling on his face as his eyes once again wandered over the girls bodies. “Still got some fire in me, maybe you girls might want to spend some time with an old fella. Let him relive some of the good old days.”

“Oh just you stop Earl. You got plenty of good days left, but ain’t gonna be Emma or me helping you out with that.” Jessica replied. “Time to head on down to the PT room.”

Shocked at the blatant appraisal of her body by a man who was likely older than her grandfather she found her eyes, unbidden, in response darted down to his bulging crotch. The fabric of his trousers seeming to mold to the fleshy python that was swathed in the loose fabric. It visibly bulged as his hand seemed to flex around the shaft.

Tearing her eyes away from the old man’s body she brought her attention back to Jessica who was prodding Earl to get up and get down to the physical therapy room.

“You’ve got to start taking these sessions more seriously. I know I’m not a nurse but even I know it’s not a good idea to lay around on your behind all day.” Jessica prodded.

“Yeah, yeah. Old busybodies with nothing better to do that torture me. I’m eighty-three years old, I’m entitled to a little me down time.” Earl retorted. Though he did seem to be getting up. Having grabbed his walker the two girls followed the man down to the physical therapy room where they joined up with several of the other residents.

For the next four hours Emma followed Jessica around on her rounds. Talking to a few of the other residents. One of them having been a nurse back during World War 2, having enlisted while underage, and had a few stories to tell. If the stories seemed to meander and get lost Emma didn’t mind. It was nice to be able to listen to them even if some were not fully coherent. Though her mind always seemed to wander back towards Earl and that huge black phallus of his that she had seen. The image of it was burned into her mind.

At the end of the shift Jessica lead Emma back down to the locker rooms to retrieve her belongings. “Delores should have a few uniforms in your size for when you come back.”

Emma nodded in appreciation. Shucking the borrowed uniform she rapidly redressed back into her street attire. “Are thongs really the only way to go with those skirts?” She asked with a nervous tone.