Hey, remember that orderly?

I exited the hospital room and was looking for my next target when Charissa, the slim young orderly hurried up to me.

"Sir!" she said breathlessly. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Oh, sorry," I said. "I just decided to go on my own."

"Well, did you find who you were looking for?"

"Oh, OK, well, that's good. I'm sorry, though, that I couldn't find your phone. Let me just bring you back to your room, so you can get it yourself" she said.

"Actually," I replied, "I really need to use the bathroom."

"Um, well," she said, "like I said, I'll just take you back..."

"Actually, it's pretty urgent. Is there one here?" I asked.

"Um, yeah, well, there's a staff bathroom on every floor. Let me just bring you there," she said.

"Thanks, Charissa, you're the best!" I said jovially. I sat back in my wheelchair and let her push me to the nearest staff bathroom. She locked the wheels, and I stood up and opened the door. "Um, would you be able to come in with me?" I asked, feigning timidness.

"Sorry, sir, I really can't do that."

"Please, Charissa, I need your assistance."

"I'm just now allowed, sir. I wish I could help."

Making sure no one else was watching, I lifted my hospital gown above my enormous cock.

"Sir, you can't do that!" she hissed at me. "Please, cover yourself!"

I didn't, of course, and as her features softened, I could tell that the pheromones were having their effect.

"Now Charissa, please. I need you to come into the bathroom with me."

"Well, OK, fine, but only because I can tell you really need my help," she said. We stepped together into the tiled room and closed the door behind us.