The pharmacy. A dreary place headlined by the despondent faces of the sick and elderly. As a healthy thirty-year-old guy, Michael was no typical patron, but alas it was time to get another vaccine shot. With his printed consent form in hand, he walked up to the pharmacist, a mild-mannered bespeckled old man, and checked into his appointment. He was directed to the room next door.
Michael sat down onto one of the cotton sofas near the entrance. The room was dull, the only things on the wall were posters advertising membership discounts on certain drugs and whatnot. There was a water cooler in the corner standing opposite to a three-foot-tall plant, the type you might see at a typical dentist's office; but unlike those dentist's offices, there was no TV, no magazines, not even any music. If Michael didn't have his phone with him, he would have been bored to death.
He pulled up his text messages to check if his boss had contacted him. His boss, Calvin, was a very pernicious man. He had an unhealthy habit of contacting his employees during their time off for the most innocuous of issues. Luckily, there were no such messages this time. His fiancé, Sarah, had messaged him to pick up some groceries, but that was it.
Sighing a breath of relief, Michael stared towards the interior door. Now for the vaccine. He hoped the side effects wouldn't be as bad as last time. He remembered having a pretty bad fever six months ago. Part of him wanted to chicken out, but the last thing he needed was to get sick right before his wedding.
He tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. When were they going to come in? He felt like he had been waiting at least ten minutes. What was the point of making an appointment if they were going to be late anyway?
Just when Michael was about wonder if they had maybe forgotten about him, the door jarred open. Then he saw her, a beautiful young woman who looked way too gorgeous to be a nurse. She was dressed in a typical nurse's outfit which wasn't supposed to look sexy but looked hella hot on her. Her massive breasts were bursting at the seams of her scrubs and the hem barely covered her long slender legs. On her feet were a pair of sexy two-inch heels, which looked more appropriate in a bedroom than in a workplace.
Her soft brown eyes made contact with Michael's and he could feel his entire body melt. He was mesmerized by her luscious red lips and sexy smile. As she walked towards him, her face seemed to glow framed by the mass of voluminous dark hair that fell gently over her rosy cheeks. He had never felt this way about anyone, not even about his Sarah. The more of her perfect figure he drank in with his eyes, the harder he became. He felt guilty for getting so horny, but what could he do? It wasn't as if he could turn his cock off like a light switch.
The angel spoke first. "Hello Michael, how are you today?" God, even her voice was sexy. Lithe, innocent, yet sultry at the same time.
"I'm good, thanks. And you?"
"Great thanks to you," she replied with a playful wink. "My name is Rose and I'll be administering your vaccine today. Why don't you take a seat over here?" She pointed to a chair next to a short medical stand.
Michael obeyed immediately. It wasn't as if he could actually say no to this goddess.
"Now what?" he asked, looking up towards her for approval. His eyes met hers again. She was so unbelievably gorgeous. Truly beautiful women have a way of distorting reality. His peripheral vision vanished in a swirl of vertigo, taking the dull room with it; all he could see was her. It was so easy to get drowned in those beautiful cocoa pools and the way she smiled just sent chills through his heart. He wanted to kiss those plump red lips of hers so bad. In a feeble attempt to hide his obvious staring, he looked down towards his feet, crossing his legs so his painfully hard boner was less visible.
With a knowing smile on her face, Rose said "It's okay, I'm not offended. A cutie like you gets hard for me, I like that. It makes me feel sexy." Then she added with a chuckle, "You know the old boomers I usually work with can't even get it up anymore. It's kinda sad."
She thinks I'm cute?
Michael considered himself to be a pretty good-looking guy, he was tall and had a toned body, but for a sexy twenty-something girl like her to say that... well, it certainly was a boost to the ego. Not sure how to respond, Michael just smiled back with a nod.
"Pull up your left sleeve for me please."
Michael pulled up his sleeve, revealing an impressively sized bicep. As Rose was applying the rubbing alcohol, Michael couldn't help but notice the bright red nail polish on her catlike fingernails. He fantasized about how it would feel, her fingers clawing at his back as he fucked her lithe body against the wall. It would probably be quite bloody, but totally worth it.
There was an awkward silence. Rose was still preparing the syringe next to him. He clenched his fist against the armrest.
"So, that weather huh? They say it's gonna rain tonight. I've lived here my whole life and I'm still surprised it rains so hard in the desert."
Rose noticed his anxiety and giggled "You nervous stud?"
Michael's face flushed red. "No. I mean a little bit. I mean I was afraid of needles as a kid but now-"
His rambling stopped when he felt a prick on his arm. He protested "Hey! I wasn't ready!"
"Exactly, it doesn't hurt as much when you're not expecting it."
Michael crossed his arms like a child but eventually sighed "I guess you're right. It does make sense when I think about it." He rubbed the band aid on his arm. "So what now?"
"You gotta stay here for ten more minutes so I can make sure there's no allergic reaction or anything. Did you have any bad side effects last time?"
"Kinda? I had a pretty bad fever, and maybe some soreness?"
"That's normal," Rose nodded. "Well, sit tight. I'll be back soon with your card and you can get going."
Michael watched as Rose turned her back to him. He couldn't help but ogle her amazing ass as she sashayed towards the door.
Licking his lips, Michael said "Actually, Rose? Do you mind staying here with me? It's kinda lonely in here. And besides, what if I end up with one of those bad allergic reactions you were talking about? I'd feel safer if you were here to save me."
