Maybe the hospital has answers.

You see a jogger running by and the first thing that pops into your mind is dragging him into the alley and fucking him senseless. You notice your pussy is so wet it has soaked through your panties. You know you are infected. You want to stay clear of human contact, even your best friend Mara, for fear you will turn and infect her. The hospital seems like an ideal place to stay until a cure is found.

City General is only a fees blocks away and you make it without any further encounters. You walk into the ER and there are surprisely few people. The nurse receptionist in a hoarse sexy voice says insurance and reason for you visit. As you hand her your insurance card you get a better look at her. She is hot. Long blonde hair, pouty lips, round full tits, and curves in all the right places. You could imagine throwing her against a wall and licking...

You thought is interrupted by her clearing her throat and saying, "Reason for your visit?"

You whisper, "I...I think I'm infected."

"Oh, do have seat darling, we can help you."

You sit down in the waiting area with two others, a twenty something flat chested girl who is busily fingering her twat and a man with a leg that looks broken.

The girl leans toward you and says, "Fuck me, please FUCK me."

In your present state licking the girls wonderfully moist slit sounds delicious, but you manage to control yourself, and move a few seats away. You look at the man with the broken leg, and wonder if he can still perform. Would the pain make his getting laid even better? You lick your lips and wonder how much longer you can hold out.

A tall muscular orderly brings out a stretcher and motions for you to lie down. You do, admiring his chiseled body and cursing yourself for not going to med school. He proceeds through the swinging door and as soon as he is through fastens the straps.

"Is that really necessary." you ask.

He laughs "Just a precaution miss."

He wheels you down a corridor and you see a doctor walking toward you. He smiles, showing movie star white teeth, which contrast with his tan, dark hair, and piercing eyes. He puts a strong masculine hand on your shoulder and says, "Don't worry, you're in good hands." All you can think of is a deep desire to play doctor with him. He enters a room to your right and you swear there are sex noises coming from it. You try to shift your body, but you are strapped in quite tightly.

The orderly brings you to a room and leaves you with,"A nurse will be with you in a moment."