You got the job!

"Excuse me, Stefi? I asked you about the salary for the position. If you like the starting rate, we can get the paperwork finished today and you could start as soon as tomorrow morning. How does that sound?"

You needed to get that voice out of your head. A physiatrist, or something. Something soon. The room was starting to spin slowly around you. You were so horny...

"That sounds great!" You smiled and shook his hand again, savoring the smell of his cologne. Karl dropped you off at the front desk again, and told the woman you'd met (her name was Julia, apparently) to get your hiring paperwork sorted for the next day. Julia congratulated you and sent you on your way, but you saw the whole thing as though in a daze. You smiled blankly, but found yourself unable to focus on what anyone was saying. You felt another wave of heat rise through your body.

Finally you stepped outside, pulling your phone from your purse, and called Aimee. She picked up on the second ring, and you heard her chipper voice chiming through the phone's tinny speaker. "Hey there Stef-anie! How did the interview go?"

You answered without thinking, , "Hi Aimee! I need help... The interview went pretty well I think, but I'm-" you paused, looked around to check your were alone, then continued, "I'm super horny, Aimee. They said I could start tomorrow! I think Karl liked my boobs..." You lost your train of thought, brushing a hand across your chest, and sighed audibly.

*Karl definitely liked your boobs,* said the voice. *He sure didn't hire you for your witty banter!*

"Well you do have nice boobs," said Aimee, laughing, "and congratulations on the new job! I knew you could get it. What are you up to now? We should celebrate!"

You stepped away from the building, brushing your chest again though your dress, and bit your lip. That felt *very* nice... You struggled to summon more willpower. Something... This was wrong.

"Aimee. I'm playing with my boobs on the side of the road. I can't... I need your help. Come get me...? Please...?" You spoke into the phone, and sat at the bus stop, sitting on your other hand. "I'm at the bus stop near Amaranth. Can you come get me?"

Aimee (finally) understood you. Her voice was softer when she replied "Wow, you're really out of it, aren't you? Alright Stefi, I'm on my way. You sure you're okay? Hang on."

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm... Pretty hot." You sat down, thankful that the bus stop was empty. Mostly you hoped it would stay that way until Aimee picked you up, but part of you really wanted to meet someone new.

You waited on the bench for what felt like an eternity, your breath coming in short gasps as you struggled to get a grip on yourself. This was *very* wrong. You'd been feeling dizzy, horny, and maybe a bit giggly lately, but you hadn't felt a *need* like you did right now before.

Your pussy felt so hot, and it was taking all your willpower not to start groping yourself in public waiting on the bench. What was going on?

You'd heard about rohypnol... Had somebody spiked your drink? That was ridiculous though; you'd only had two drinks today, both coffee, and one of them you'd made yourself. Plus, you'd been feeling these... symptoms... before you'd eaten or drank *anything* in Cedar Springs. No... this had to be something psychological.

Rewarding yourself for this bit of logical reasoning, you rested your purse in your lap, and slipped a hand (just one!) under the purse. You were panting, and looked to both sides to make sure you were still alone, then pressed the hand, moderately hidden under your purse, gently against your clit, through the fabric of your skirt.

If the best chocolate and champagne and the best musician ever combined into a feeling, it would be the one that flooded into your brain at the touch. You whined, needy, ****. You weren't going to last long here...