Jonathon believes in carpooling.

You slide into the back of the limo almost bumping into the platinum blond Greta. You are stunned by what the statuesque blond is wearing. Her black dress plunges so deep you can nearly see the nipples on her ample breasts. She smiles at you and licks her lips.

"We missed you at the festivities. Tara, I do hope Sara is allright."

Greta doesn't even give you time to answer, pulling you into a hungry kiss. You try to pull back, but you can feel her hunger for you, her passion. You feel compelled to respond, kiss her back fiercely.

"Mmm, Tara. Let's get you out of these ugly pajamas."

Greta slides her down your fleece sweatpants caressing your sex as she slides them down and off. You help her, nearly tearing off your shirt. She kisses your naked breast, sliding her hand in your inner thigh.

You hadn't even noticed Jonathons presence, until you feel his powerful hand grasp your shoulder. You turn and witness his naked form in all its glory. You don't even remember him getting into the limo, let alone shedding his expensive suit. He is a chiseled Adonis, his penis is fully erect and impressively large. He leans in and whispers, "You don't have to if you don't want."

Despite the choice he has offered you know you are in a catch 22. You can fuck him and be infected for certain. Or say no, and he'll know you aren't infected. In the end you realize your only chance is to fuck him and hope Melissa can still get you help. You slide back letting your pussy grind into his erect cock.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me already Jonathon!"

He slides into you with a triumphant grunt. As he slides in and out bringing you to the edge of orgasm, the edge of madness, Greta licks away at your breasts. Little orgasms rock you as he hammers away at you, occasionally touching your cervix.

Then you feel him come. As his cum coats your insides you orgasm. It is a massive rolling wave. You rest for a moment on Jonthon's lap, in Greta's arms. After a moment you look up, ready for round two, only to find the limo pulling into Lilapharmatech.

Jonathon and Greta begin to dress. You realize you have no clothes.

Jonathon smiles at you. "Don't worry Tara, I've taken the liberty of ordering you a few dresses. Take my key card and this robe and head to the executive spa."