An Opportunity for PR

Diana licks her lips. “Why not? It’s not like demon worshippers put out neon signs.”

“That’s the spirit!”

You both have only carryons so you quickly make your way to pickup. Your Uber awaits.

Diana gives you a lusty look. “So where are we headed? You promised cock.”

“I thought we’d mix business with pleasure. We’re headed to the DSD headquarters.”

“Mm, I bet there are some nice cocks there.” She slips her hand down her pants. “Mind if I...”

“Not at all, Diana, but wouldn’t you rather my tongue?”

“But, the driver...”

You look at the driver. She is mature and clearly infected. The strain is already beginning to firm up her body.

“I’m sure our driver won’t mind the show.”

The driver licks her lips. “No ma’am.”

“Just don’t wreck the car.”

You turn back to Diana who already has her pants down.

You dive into her sex slipping your tongue in deeper than any human could. Two orgasms later and you pull up to the DSD.

Diana straightens up her clothes and the two of you step out. You wonder if the DSD is completely infected or if some agents avoided the emitters. You cross your fingers and head inside.

You come up to a security desk. The agent there is moaning. Underneath the desk his cock is getting sucked. Both agents are infected.

“Stop. Do...oh...you have an appointment?”

You flash your ring. “I don’t need one.”

He looks at you with awe.

“Go right in, miss?”

“Just call me Greta.”