I leave Ward 305, smiling at the nurse as he passes me. My boyfriend is in hospital, healing from the ass-kicking he got, so I figured I’d drive over and improve his mood. The best way to do this, obviously, is to wear a pale lavender coat over a thin, white blouse that does nothing to hide my nipples, and a red miniskirt, short enough to reveal the hint of my stocking tops. Of course, tall heels too. As soon as all the staff were gone, my coat was off and I was stroking his cock under the blankets, but we were interrupted by other visitors before we could get anywhere, and after fifteen frustrating minutes I decide to just call it quits and head home again. So, I leave the ward, passing the nurse, and trying to remember which way the exit is in all the confusing hallways.
I hold the coat tight around me, realizing I look kinda suspicious in these heels and with so much of my legs on display. I seem to remember coming up in an elevator, but I don’t see it anywhere and try some stairs, but they don’t seem to have any signage and when I get to the bottom, it’s like a basement area and all the signs point to weird-sounding places like ‘Clinical Radiography’ and ‘Applied Orthopractics’