Lois feels...hot

Lois paused in the alley, clutching the idol to her belly. All the way up the stairs and through the club, a burning heat seemed to have been building inside of her, and now it had settled in her crotch and nipples. It was like a fever, but not settled in her chest or temples, and Lois staggered for a moment, hands like claws as she tried not to drop the gravid stone statue.

She remembered a time, when she was at college her freshman year. Something had been making the rounds at the student dormitories—flu or maybe mono, but it was laying people out. Including Lois. Her roommate had ditched, gone back home for a couple days and left her to stew in her own plague, feverish and achy, tired and haunted by strange dreams and...horny.

It was a strange thing, to be horny when you were sick. When your body was already hot, when you already had that kind of post-sex lassitude, but there was a frenetic, almost **** energy to rubbing your clit, shivering despite the heat, sweat building up as you wallow in your own filth, and just wanting, needing to get off, even though she knew, just knew, that it wouldn't really make anything better...but she'd huddle under her blanket, the air trapped in there almost like a greenhouse, stewing in her own juices as she desperately frigged herself in between fever dreams...

It was like that now. Not as weak, not as tired, but the burning, pulsing heat from her genitals was almost unbearable. She staggered down the narrow alley, the plan still in her mind, to catch a cab, get back to her apartment...

...and almost ran straight into the man in a trenchcoat holding his dick.