Day 0: Erika Stronic Director of a pharmacist

Erika Stronger, the director of Hope-God Pharmaceuticals, was sitting in her office, poring over some papers when she threw them in the face of her young employee.

“You can't just write a report, Vazquez!” she exclaimed without hesitation.

“I... I'm sorry, boss... I fell asleep last night and couldn't do it properly,” said a young man in a shrill voice.

Erika gave him a glare so fierce it would scare a shark.

“This is the third time this month; you can't be more competent.”

The young employee gave a shy smile, showing off his large, shiny braces.

“I’ll try harder, boss.”

A prominent vein was clearly visible on Erika's forehead. His ridiculous smile and shrill voice irritated her greatly. Victor Vásquez, or as they nicknamed him, Tin Vásquez, was 19 years old and had only been with the company for two months, and everyone thought he was useless!

His repulsive braces and terrible voice alone had already earned him the displeasure of his boss. With his tardiness, bad reports, and constant accidents, he had earned the hatred of Erika Stronger.

“I'm going to give you an ultimatum for the next mistake… You're fired!” Erika said firmly.

Victor gulped so hard she could hear him, yet his fear didn't stop him from looking at his boss's cleavage, which she also noticed. And that was another thing she hated about him. He constantly looked at her with excessive lust. She felt him drooling all over her body, and it disgusted her.

"No... he won't regret it... I'll do better," Victor said without looking up.

As a blonde with blue eyes and measurements of 90-60-90, it was normal for Erika to be the center of men's attention, but she never considered them an option. Since she had always been a lesbian, and besides, for any woman, Victor Vásquez would be her last choice.

"What are you still doing here? Go away!" Erika exclaimed.

Scared, he left the office as quickly as he could, so fast he almost hit the door.

"God, so much incompetence in one person... he won't last even three days," Erika said, alone.

At her age, she had achieved what many girls aspire to: she was the director of a major company, had an excellent salary, and lived in a luxurious house. She had earned it all through her talent and hard work, not through influence or giving away her body... she was a natural winner.

Except for that incident, her day passed without any major problems. When she finished, she got into her silver BMW and headed to her favorite bar.

She loved going there quite often; she usually ran into her friends with benefits, and occasionally their get-togethers ended in a good night of sex with some of them, although it had been a few days since she had last been there.

She stayed there for a few hours, had a few drinks, but didn't see any of her friends, nor did they answer any of her calls, which was unusual for Erika. As she was leaving the bar, she practically bumped into one of them, Lisa Watson.

"Oi... sorry, Erika," Lisa apologized, wiping the saliva from her mouth.

"Oh... oh, nothing happened... by the way, why so late?" Erika asked, fixing her hair.

"Hmm... uh... I was busy with... with something unexpected," Lisa said hesitantly.

Erika noticed that her friend was very restless, sweating profusely, and her face was flushed.

"Do you know anything about the other girls?"

Lisa's gaze lifted over the blonde, almost skipping, as if desperately searching for something.

“Uh…no…I haven't heard from them since…since…a couple of days ago,” Lisa said, not looking at her.

Her friend's behavior disconcerted Erika, but she thought she could still salvage the night, so, without warning, she went for her and kissed her passionately.

“Mmm!”

To her surprise, she didn't get the same response from Lisa; on the contrary, she pushed her rather roughly.

“But…why?”

Lisa looked as confused as Erika, unable to understand what she had done.

“I... I'm sorry, Erika... hmm... I... I don't know... I don't know what happened to me... I'm not in the mood today; maybe another day,” she said, saliva dripping from the corner of her lips.

“Uh... okay, I think it was my mistake this time. Bye,” Erika said, not understanding anything.

Without saying goodbye, Lisa ran out of sight of a confused Erika…

“That was strange, very strange… What’s happening to Lisa? I could even swear her breasts were bigger…” the blonde murmured in her car.

She arrived home, still thinking about her friend's strange behavior, and while lying in bed, she watched the news on YouTube.

“URGENT! An unknown virus has been discovered. This virus only affects lesbians over 18 and is transmitted through saliva…”

“How much crap do people make up on social media these days?” Erika said, laughing as she continued reading.

“…I don't know its origin yet, much less an effective cure… the infection takes only three days to reach the final stage of the illness, and these are its symptoms…”

Reading the symptoms on each of her three days, Erika became more and more convinced that none of it was real. The virus turns gay girls into horny sex slaves to the guys they hate the most… Pure fantasy!

“Ha ha ha… this seems like something from the mind of a pervert with nothing else to do with his life… ha ha ha… what some people do for a few minutes of fame.”

“Remember, if you're in the risk group, refrain from going to public places and avoid contact with other lesbians if possible.”

She stopped reading, dismissing it entirely. How could anyone believe something like that? Surely that lie was created by a poor, frustrated man who hates lesbians.

“Ha ha ha… Nothing and no one will take away my freedom!”