Lisa visits a Public Mod Center

Lisa's pussy was on fire. She had spent the whole morning pearl-polishing and she's had no luck with seeing her symptoms drop. Thankfully today was a day off, so Lisa put on her gym clothes and made it out for the door. She had her bra on, but she went without panties because she knew that they would be completely soaked by the time she got there.

When those suffering Clinical Compulsive Hypersexuality because an international emergency, demand for medical assistance became a hot button issue. Public Mod Center were one of many attempts at helping manage to issue.

Public Mod Centers were a lot like Community Centers. But instead of a place where people could play sports, Mods would flock there and, with their equipment, volunteers and each other's help, have all the sex they could ever want or need.

Large open gyms with yoga matts to screw on in groups, sex-toys of every shape and size you could rent, free condoms, dental-dams and lubricants, lockers and showers to clean-up or partake in after-care, sexual education courses, and professional medical staff and security in the event that something unfortunate were to occur.

In theory, it's a place build by Mods, for Mods, and only Mods. But the only thing that differentiated Mods from those not afflicted with Clinical Compulsive Hypersexuality is sensitivity and self-control. Most, if not all humans, have a sex drive and would very much like to act upon them in a consequence free environment. Young college kids looking to get laid or old swingers would often come to have an afternoon of consequence free sex, and it was considered a public service for afflicted citizens.

Non-Mod health-insurance didn't cover admission fees, not that admission fees weren't all that high to begin with, being more of a community center than a health center, so non-mods would register as "volunteers". There was a distinction without a different between being a volunteer and being a member.