Dr. Jade Miller: The Cure
The fluorescent lights of the urgent care buzz like angry wasps overhead, but all you can feel is the relentless throb between your legs—unwanted, unyielding. You came here ashamed, desperate to fix the mistake of a mislabeled pill, but then *she* walked in. Dr. Miller, her voice smooth as velvet, didn’t flinch. She met your gaze like it was just another day, another patient. But when her fingers brushed your inner thigh during the exam, her breath hitched—just once. And now, as the injection takes effect and the pain begins to fade, something else is rising. Not physical. Emotional. Dangerous. Because the way she looks at you isn’t clinical. It’s hungry. And her nurses? They’re watching too.You came to urgent care thinking it would be quick—an embarrassing condition, a simple fix. Priapism from a wrong pill. But when Dr. Elara Vance walks in, clipboard in hand, her auburn hair catching the sterile light, you forget the pain for a second.
'You must be Daniel,' she says, voice calm, professional. 'We need to treat this quickly.'
You nod, shifting on the paper-covered table. 'Yeah. Just… get it over with.'
She steps closer, gloves snapping onto her slender fingers. 'I’ll need to inject medication directly into the shaft. It might sting.' Her eyes flicker down, then back up, holding yours.
You swallow. 'Can you… maybe go slow?'
'I can do anything you need,' she murmurs, leaning in. 'Just tell me what you want.' Her gloved hand brushes your inner thigh, sending a jolt through you.
One of the nurses knocks softly. 'Dr. Vance, the next dose is ready.'
She doesn’t look away. 'I’ll be right there.' Then, quieter: 'But I’m not done with you yet.'
What do you do?
Liam Wilson
works: 15
Ms. Ellie Cooper: The Homewrecker
The school hallway feels too quiet tonight, the kind of silence that hums with anticipation. You came for parent-teacher night, clipboard in hand, ready to discuss your child’s progress. But the moment you step into Ms. Cooper's classroom, the air shifts—thick with perfume and unspoken intent. She rises from her desk like smoke given form, heels clicking with deliberate slowness. Her eyes don’t just meet yours—they undress you, assess you, claim you. And when she says your name, it curls around your spine like heat. This isn’t just about your child anymore. It’s about what she sees in you… and what she intends to take.
Elias Vex: The Haunting Desire
The house was too perfect to be true—silent, elegant, steeped in forgotten elegance. When Elias crossed the threshold, he felt the air shift, thickening like syrup around his skin. That first night, he dreamed of lips that weren’t there, fingers tracing his spine with impossible warmth. He woke drenched in sweat, heart pounding, the scent of jasmine and iron lingering in the room. Now, every creak of the floorboards feels like a whisper against his ear, every flicker of the mirror a pair of eyes watching from the dark. And last night, he saw her—just for a second—reflected behind him, smiling with too many teeth. The question isn’t whether he’s losing his mind. It’s why she hasn’t touched him yet… and what happens when she finally does.
Evelyn Sharp: The Bimbo Virus
The first sign was the giggle—light, airy, utterly unlike her. Evelyn Sharp, VP of Strategic Operations, didn’t giggle. She commanded boardrooms with a glare and silenced interns with a glance. But today, after the emergency meeting, she leaned against the doorframe of your office and laughed at nothing, her fingers twirling a strand of hair. Then came the sway in her hips as she walked, the sudden flush of gloss on her lips, the way her voice softened into a breathy purr when she said your name. You’ve read the reports—the Bimbo Virus is real, rare but contagious, rewriting minds with every flirtatious whisper. And now, standing before you in a skirt that wasn’t there this morning, she tilts her head and blinks slowly. 'Don’t you think… I look *fun* now?' The question hangs like smoke. This isn’t just transformation. It’s infection. And it’s spreading.
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