Published:
June 15, 2023
Altenheim Athene
Eine Freundin von uns sprach mich an und wünschte sich eine Geschichte, die mit einem Altenheim zu tun hat. Sie selbst arbeitet in einer solchen Einrichtung, was für mich auch die Möglichkeit ergab, sie an ein paar Tagen zu begleiten. Dabei sammelte ich eine Menge Eindrücke, bekam aber auch mit, wie die Alten sich durch die Tage quälten. Spaß gab es dort so gut wie nicht mehr.
Vor allem die Hände der alten Männer verirrten sich doch ziemlich oft an die hinteren Backen der jüngeren Pflegerinnen. Aber auch die Damen packten bei den männlichen Mitarbeitern auch gerne mal zu. Sie meinten das nicht einmal böse. Es waren einfach nur die stummen Hilfeschreie nach ein bisschen körperlichen Zuneigung. Das ergab dann dieses Buch und ich machte mich an die Arbeit.
Chapter 1
My small desk was piled with work I still had to do. If only I'd known what paper trail I'd have to deal with every day before taking up this job, I would've run away screaming. Writing and documentation were never my thing, but in this profession there was no way around it. There were always new regulations from the health department and other agencies wanting a look at our records. The management kept their distance because it was solely our responsibility. We had almost no time left to care for and tend to the elderly. A few years ago, this was my dream job.
Meanwhile, I didn't even want to go to my shift anymore. They gave us more rooms full of old people needing care, plus constant documentation, and the pay barely covered survival. The management wasn't interested in it anymore. We were just human capital for society, which wanted money for work that kept increasing. There was no relief anymore—just more and more duties we had to take on. Instead of getting better, things only got worse. At the Rosanna Nursing Home where I learned my trade, there was no way up.
I started as a nursing assistant until I became a qualified nursing staff member and led a department with a colleague. The nursing service management was about as accessible to me as the North Face of the Eiger for an asthmatic. Let alone the facility leadership. These positions were occupied and only appointed by the board. Without licking the tail of one of the top bosses, you couldn't go further here. However, that wasn't really my goal. Pretty early on I realized that you could only move up if you became the head of a home yourself. That was my big dream.
During my time at the Rosanna Nursing Home, I learned a few more things. The nursing staff constantly had to fend off attacks by residents. How often had I as a nursing assistant already felt a hand on my backside or one of the elderly residents trying to stroke my undergarments. It happened daily and they'd forget it within minutes. You couldn't get rid of the oldest human instinct even in this age. It was always there and couldn't be suppressed. Naturally, we were instructed to fend off sexual attacks, but we never had to report such things.
Nothing ever happened to the elderly anyway, and if anything did, it was always our fault. They always said we wore too open clothing and had to expect such things, aside from the fact that the residents weren't in a position to control themselves anymore. If they caught even the hint of a few smooth breasts, their self-control was gone. But people of the other gender were also not safe from attacks we had to prevent. In this age, nobody wanted to find two people in one bed who were having sex. That was another instruction from the facility management.
Why should we allow the elderly any fun? They couldn't do anything anyway, but it wasn't about allowing them to have fun—it was just about keeping them alive like hens whose only task was to lay eggs. How long they lasted was completely irrelevant. We put them in a home because they could no longer take care of themselves, and the working family didn't want to take that on either. Every month a lot of money was spent, which went entirely toward their upkeep and the profit of the operating company. Fun wasn't planned for the residents anymore. They already had enough time for that seventy years ago.
It was simply about supervising them, giving them some activity, and bringing them food until they finally passed away. You could also call it waiting for the redeeming death, but you obviously didn't want to hear that from the upper management. We occupied them with group singing, watching TV, a few games of chance, and endless boredom. If I had been able to decide, another approach would have been much more promising. Why should we deny the elderly any fun until they eventually died of malnutrition or illness?
I thought more about giving them a pleasant retirement. If they wanted to have sex, let them. Nothing much was left in that age anyway, and you could neglect the illnesses. Who cared if an old stallion caught hepatitis from an old mare? At first I tried to prevent the attacks, but now it had completely stopped bothering me. Let them test my backside or touch a few smooth tits if they wanted fun. The residents were already in bad shape anyway, so at least they could spend their last years of life with a little fun. Death would come soon enough.
However, my initiatives in this direction were completely unsuccessful with the facility and nursing management. Even some older colleagues called me a "prostitute for mummies." I had never slept with them. On my shift there was an old goat whose sleeping cock stood up every morning when I washed him. He always got excited if I had early duty and stood in his room shortly after seven. He had to be washed anyway, and it didn't matter how quickly you cleaned his intimate area. At least twice a week I took some extra time and gave him a good shake from the palm. For Heinz that was already the whole day saved.
The documentation on the computer was pure torture. From the condition of the stool in the morning to the exact description of how much food they consumed, every little fart was noted and stored. Once a year we were inspected and the health department went through all our records. They barricaded themselves for three days in a small meeting room and looked at all the mess we collected throughout the year. Not for each resident, but randomly some were checked. Some residents who still had clear minds were even interviewed until the evaluation was fixed and they left us alone.
This situation was no longer bearable for me. I hadn't become a nursing staff member to manage death, keeping the elderly alive only as long as they died. I wanted them to have a pleasant and fun exit. Therefore, I dealt outside of work with finding an appropriate object where we could make a nursing home. Funding was another problem that worried me. But for this I got help from my older colleague Martina, who had the same approach. Naturally, we were the outcasts in the Rosanna Nursing Home, but it didn't bother us anymore.
Meanwhile, it was almost 2 PM and I left my workplace. On the way out I met my colleague Heike, who was about to retire. When she saw me in my street clothes, she started grinning and joked, "If a resident sees you like that, you won't be able to escape their proposals, Vanessa."
"That's fine. They can't even go outside anyway, Heike. Women in light clothing with almost thirty years old they already see enough on TV, so I'm not much of a distraction anymore."
Heike laughed, "So Heinz would like to marry you."
"No, just my hand," I laughed. "With the rest he doesn't know what to do anymore."
"That sounded different this morning. He said if only he were thirty years younger, you'd fit perfectly into his fantasy."
I grinned, "I don't think I'd get involved with a 48-year-old. That's still twenty-one years difference. So desperate am I not yet."
Heike put her arm around my shoulder and whispered, "Are you still looking for a building, my love? I have something for you if you're interested."
Surely, I was still interested in a building. There I could at least set up a nursing home according to my ideas, if I somehow managed the funding. Heike told me about a small old abandoned hospital a bit outside the city. The city had decided to get rid of the cost factor that was slowly declining. Around the building there were plenty of green meadows with old trees that belonged to it, and nobody wanted to buy the land. For nursing home operators, such buildings were too small. There were only seventy rooms for residents, and the costs would never pay off. But for me, this would be a perfect start.
It wasn't about the money I could make with it. It was about the elderly and their care. If our concept took hold and we got another building or could build one, the income would also increase. However, we needed suitable staff, which wouldn't be easy to find. Nursing staff didn't grow on trees, and for the special services we wanted to offer, they had to be willing too. It was no use if the residents were having orgies among themselves while the nursing staff just shook their heads.
Best would be if they also participated, but that was obviously hard to arrange. Let them watch it but accept it. Heike gave me the exact address and the name of the responsible employee in the town hall. It was still early in the afternoon and apart from a bit of shopping I had no plans. I took my phone from my handbag and called Martina, who had a free day today. She was immediately on fire and we made an appointment at the old hospital. We wanted to explore it together. My first stop was directly at the town hall in Thorsen Meringhof's office, the responsible official.
Meringhof was a man in his thirties with neatly trimmed sideburns. On his desk there were no files or papers. Everything was completely tidy and extremely parallel. This must have been an inner compulsion for him. His speech also sounded perfectly clean. Better than any TV moderator could speak high German. He gave me permission in the afternoon to inspect the building and handed me the key. At the same time I received the printed offer from the city, which would cost us the basic ownership. It wasn't actually that expensive. We just didn't know what it would cost us to renovate and modernize the building.
The offer for the abandoned building was not really bad at all. The city had a big interest in getting rid of it, and there was nothing preventing its use as a nursing home. Outside there were no neighbors, but only a small lake and meadow with some trees. Apart from a few paths and benches, that's all you needed. To prevent the confused people from running away, a fence could be built around the entire property. Naturally, we would then need some caretakers who could also mow the grass and do minor repairs in the facility.
Martina was already waiting at the entrance for me. She had already circled the building once and was very excited. The lower floors had their own small outdoor area instead of a balcony. Well, the flowers formed no real barrier, but a wooden fence wouldn't cost the world now. If necessary, we could both put it up ourselves. According to the offer sheet, the entire building was already forty years old and the last use as a hospital was eight years ago. When I opened the door with the key, a rather dusty air and a musty smell hit us. Naturally, it had been abandoned for a long time, and I could understand why the city wanted to get rid of it.
Martina was significantly more optimistic than me. There was hardly any facilities left, but we would have to buy them anyway. Only one big advantage did the building have for us, which immediately caught our eye. The entrance area was quite spacious and with some tables and chairs you could set up a large cafeteria. The individual rooms were well separated and more than enough for one person. They even had their own bathrooms like in the Rosanna Nursing Home, which only needed modernization. Even a call system was already installed here, which you could put back into operation again. Together we explored the entire building.
Stunned we found the large kitchen. It was still completely present and sufficient for all the residents. There were even two separate cold storage rooms that just needed to be cleaned to be used again. It was simply perfect. Martina joked, "We just need to run a cleaning crew through here and could open a few days later. I've already looked a bit for usable staff, Vanessa."
"And which staff did you have in mind?" I asked.
Martina laughed at me with her predatory grin, "The brother of my ex-boyfriend spent a few years as a caretaker in a retirement home until it closed. I talked to him this morning and he knows some people who would work for us. He knows some former prostitutes who also worked as nurses in a hospital."
The more I thought about it, the better I liked this idea. Former prostitutes probably had no problem with sex and would definitely participate themselves. If they also had experience in caring for the sick, we could employ them as nursing staff too. We needed only one qualified specialist on each station to satisfy the authorities. At first, Martina and I alone were enough to open at least one station. The only problem was financing the whole business. But that had to be somehow possible. Martina gave me an idea here.
After all, our company was a social institution that also received support from the city. Additionally, Martina and I could apply for a subsidy for starting a business. Also, a small loan from a bank was possible for her and me. So we could already gather some money to make our nursing home a reality. It just had to somehow add up in the end.
Chapter 2
Martina and I spent the entire afternoon wandering around the building. We made a list of what we needed to modernize and what parts of the building we could still use. My partner even called her ex-boyfriend's brother, who immediately agreed to help us. Half an hour later, he arrived with a colleague, and together we examined everything once more. Manuel and Stefan knew their way around well and checked out the building. They had no objections about joining this venture and would work as caretakers after its opening.
Martina laughed, "The age of these women probably doesn't bother you either. The main thing is that you have something to fuck."
Stefan just grinned, "The aunt is old-fashioned, but every day she gets rammed."
"I guess you'll have to put on a rubber cap," I added. "As far as we're concerned, you can have fun with the residents once the work is done."
"That's manageable," Manuel reassured.
To them, it seemed irrelevant how old the women in our facility were. After all, when do you get the chance to satisfy your lust for an entire day and even be paid for it? All I cared about was that they completed their tasks on time and we could rely on them. Then it wouldn't matter how often they had sex with the residents. But before that, there was still a lot of work ahead of us. Our two craftsmen made rather grim faces when they finally informed us how much it would cost to renovate and modernize everything.
They calculated around 200,000 euros just to renovate one wing of the building. Besides all the money we had to spend on the setup so that the elderly could live comfortably, it shouldn't look like a clinic anymore. The residents should feel at least a bit comfortable. Naturally, they knew their families had abandoned them, but that didn't mean it had to look like a sterile clinic. It should be livable and somewhat cozy. After all, they hadn't ended up in a prison but in a nursing home where they could enjoy themselves as long as they were alive.
After our meeting, the two men went home. For Martina and me, the real counting began. She had photographed the entire building with her phone, and based on what the two men told us, we knew what still needed to be done. According to their statement, they could do it all themselves, although it would take a long time. Martina and I were eager to open our doors as soon as possible. We were both only 27 years old and couldn't claim much experience, but we wanted to implement our idea as quickly as possible. We had been planning this home for more than five years, but so far we hadn't found a suitable property.
We now had the building and it seemed perfectly suited for our purposes. With Stefan and Manuel, we already had caretakers who could handle renovations. Both were only slightly employed at the moment and would be happy to start working for us today rather than tomorrow. Martina joked that they probably preferred to work for us. But they were definitely mistaken. I didn't have anything against men, but these two certainly weren't it. There were clearly more attractive and loving examples if we really needed one. Martina saw it the same way. She had been with Manuel's brother at least once and could tell some things.
My experience with men was anything but extensive. My life so far had been entirely focused on work. I wanted to make something of myself, and men only distracted me. They diverted my attention from what was essential and took away a young woman's innocence along with a lot of time. At least I had long since lost my virginity, but they hadn't taken that from me. Whether our dream would come true positively or negatively didn't matter; there would still be plenty of time to find someone to start a family with. In our work environment, there were enough young women who became pregnant early and now struggled as single mothers.
This fate didn't threaten me. Martina was almost in that situation once. Fortunately, she hadn't gotten pregnant when the guy ran away with another woman and not only his money but also hers. We weren't exactly living like queens. Martina and I could barely afford big jumps with the little money we earned. It at least covered our running expenses and a small apartment on the edge of town. Over a bottle of wine, we sat together at Martina's place and calculated what the calculator batteries could provide.
To get our dream off the ground, we needed almost a million euros in pure calculation. That included the building, renovation, and at least a tiny care facility. We would have to save quite a bit on the wages of our employees at least initially, but if the business took off, we would increase the salaries. Martina showed me some pictures of potential staff members she had found for us on her laptop screen. Was there really a special reason why former prostitutes always needed huge tits? Even in adult movies, the women mostly had medical balloons stuck to their chests. That didn't look very nice, did it, or did men find that attractive?
What was wrong with Martina's C and my B cups? We all have tits, but do they really need to be so big that you fall forward when you just tie your shoes? Maybe I should talk to Heinz in the morning. He had enough life experience and at least could tell me what was nice about it. Late at night, I arrived at my apartment. I completely forgot to go shopping. The entire afternoon and evening were consumed by our big dream. In my refrigerator, there was only a low-fat yogurt left. You couldn't really call that food, but at least I had something in my stomach before crawling into bed.
A million euros for both of us was already a big shock. We had calculated with a large number, but it turned out to be so much that it actually made us uneasy. Martina and I had thought about about half of that. But just the land with the building would cost us 700,000 euros. Raising that amount was already difficult enough. But for one department alone a full million, divided between Martina and me, was another whole number. I absolutely had to speak again with the official at the office. Martina would have a conversation with her bank the next day.
At least we now knew how much money we needed to raise for our dream. That was a small advantage for both of us, but it didn't make our task any easier. Which idiot would entrust two 27-year-old hens with a million euros? In the night I couldn't sleep at all. Thousands of numbers were still swirling in my head, and I wondered how it would turn out. Could our plan really work? Of course it could, even if it went terribly wrong. Then Martina and I would be in debt with a million euros that we somehow had to pay back.
Raising a million from our modest salaries as nursing staff bordered on a miracle. In the early morning, my alarm clock rang, and I didn't want to get out of bed. All night long I lay awake turning from one side to the other but found no sleep. The foundation of our dream was already robbing me of sleep, even though we had only made a small plan so far and kept refining it again and again. According to our opinion, this should actually not go wrong, but what did we know about life? After my shower and a breakfast consisting of a warm coffee, I set off for work.
During my restless night, one resident had left us. She was already 103 years old, and her body simply didn't want to keep up anymore. This had been evident for some days, and we weren't surprised. Her corpse was transported into the small room where family members said their goodbyes, and her room would be cleared by us in the morning. After that, the caretakers would do a short renovation, and then the room would be available for a new resident. The waiting list was long enough. There were more elderly people than places in a nursing home.
In Heinz's room, everything was already brightly lit again. He had always been an early riser and was waiting for me. Naturally, he knew exactly that I was coming to him today. As usual, I brought him a cup of coffee to his room. His happy smile greeted me at the door. Heinz was a real joker and couldn't be disturbed by anything. Only for me did he have a weakness. I helped him get up and supported him into the bathroom. There I took him out of his pajamas and sat him under the shower. While doing this, I asked him casually how it came about that men were attracted to large busts.
His grin automatically widened as various images from his life passed through his mind. These memories had been stored over the years and would never leave him. He explained it in his own way. The bigger a woman's tits were, the more the view into the décolletage reminded of a well-endowed behind, which was already a special characteristic for good breeding long before standing upright. That was what evolution was about for humans. In men, it was genetically programmed to have as many children as possible with their genetic material.
Since the view of the tits resembled a behind, this seemed to fit what Heinz told me. However, there were also more than enough men who preferred smaller busts in our women. Heinz laughed and made it very clear to me that I was right for him, and he would gladly be with me. Despite his advanced age, I had caught his attention, and he left no doubt about it. Naturally, I noticed the wet hand on my backside but let him have his way. Let him enjoy grabbing a young woman's ass. For him, there wasn't much fun left in this place anyway.
For me, it was also not much if I kept delaying further. Heinz cost me more than enough time, which I then had to save again with the other residents. This constant rush in the early morning made one sick, but the care of the elderly had long since lost its significance in this republic. If you could save something, it was us, and during the time we still spent with them. This time has been decreasing over the years while additional workloads kept increasing. All nursing staff were working at full capacity, but that wasn't enough for politics anymore. They wanted even more from us and preferred to pay almost nothing for it.
We were already running all day long and couldn't afford much time for individual residents anymore. At least this would be different in Martina's and my home. However, we had to make a few compromises regarding which residents we accepted. They should at least still be able to care for themselves mostly and not have to be constantly cared for. This would give our employees more time to have fun with them. Martina and I didn't want to get involved with the hardest cases of care. As long as they could, they should enjoy a good time with us. That was our demand.
In Germany, facilities were divided into three categories. Besides an old-age home, there was also a nursing home and a specialized care home. Martina and I currently worked in the last category. In the Rosanna Nursing Home, there were only cases that needed constant care throughout the day. In a nursing home, which is what Martina and I planned, there would be minimal need for care, if any at all. The first category was an old-age residence. There were almost no other services, and the elderly still maintained their own household. Therefore, it should be a nursing home for us. These residents no longer had their own households but simply lived in a room within a larger facility.
During the short lunch break, I met Martina. She hadn't been able to sleep at all either, like me. Consequently, we sat together in our break room, quietly discussing our plan and what we still needed to do this afternoon. I absolutely couldn't forget shopping, otherwise I would be stuck at home without food and have to survive on window cleaner. There was nothing else left in my kitchen, apart from some insects, that could be found. From air and love, I couldn't get enough, and in my case, nothing remained except for air.
In the afternoon, the great documentation began again, which we had to do in addition to our job. This should clearly be easier. In this world flooded by technology, it should be possible to take this work away from us so that we could spend more time with the residents. But of course, they wouldn't grant that to us. Rather, they wanted even more data from us. Meanwhile, one of our caretakers was already playing around in the abandoned room. After a basic cleaning the next morning, another new resident would move in by the afternoon, whom we should take care of.
Short before dinner time, I sat again at the computer in the sister's room and typed all the collected data into our system. Martina on the other station was working on the same problem as me. Just before dinner time, we had to write this nonsense down. However, time kept moving continuously until dinner time. After changing clothes, I first set off for the next supermarket. My shopping was a bit larger than usual. There was still so much to do until the weekend, and I didn't know if I would have time again to get groceries. After that, I made my way back to the town hall. I still had the key to the building in my pocket.