District A1: Week 02

Lindsey wiped small beads of sweat from her forehead and lightly squeezed her breasts to relieve the rest of the tension that had been building up before she orgasmed. She sighed, and after about thirty more seconds, all of the semen had been ejected and the rod shrunk back down to its original size. Trish removed the rod from Lindsey's vagina, moving a small plastic cup underneath it to catch some of the remaining semen, lube, and vaginal fluids that now dripped down from the open hole. Once the leak tapered off to a very intermittent dripping, Trish tossed the cup of fluids in a nearby trash can. She grabbed another handful of paper towels, wet them in the nearby sink, and used them to wipe up the remaining juices from around Lindsey's vagina.

"All done!" Trish said happily, tossing the towels in the trash as well. As she moved the chair back to its upright position and folded down the stirrups, she added, "That definitely didn't take as long as last time."

"I always keep my promises," Lindsey grinned. Her voice sounded slower and more calm than it had before. Her orgasm had clearly affected her already positive mood for the better, as orgasms had a tendency to do. She hopped out of the chair, pulled up her panties, and squeezed back inside her jeans.

Trish wiped off the sticky spot Lindsey had left in the exam chair and started cleaning the also sticky rod in the sink. Once it was completely disinfected, Trish clamped it back to the supporting column of the chair and removed her gloves. She looked at Lindsey and said, "Just promise me we won't have to do that again."

"I promise..." Lindsey reassured her, before adding, "...that we won't have to do that again this week."

Trish chuckled, shaking her head. "Come on, let's get outta here," she said, her extremely long work day finally behind her. She opened the exam room door only to have Lindsey stop her.

"Wait, we've gotta put our results in the computer," Lindsey reminded her.

"I just made you cum, the least you can do is put your own results in," Trish joked, although she was also frustrated that there was yet one more thing that was still keeping her at work.

"Aaaaand, done!" Lindsey exclaimed moments later, as she rapidly typed in and entered their test results. "Let's go the fuck home!"

"Yes," Trish agreed. It was all she could think to say, her thoughts already focused on falling into her warm and welcoming bed. They left the exam room, entered the waiting room, and walked over to the front doors of the hospital. They stepped out into the streets of the District, the dark night sky roiling turbulently outside the dome over their heads.

"Well, I'll see you again next week," Trish said softly, turning to Lindsey.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Lindsey corrected her. "You're coming over to my place so I can repay you."

"For what?" Trish asked. "I'm just doing my job."

"I know, but an orgasm's an orgasm. I haven't had many since I got here."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Look, just come over to my place tomorrow afternoon, all right?"

Trish didn't find Lindsey particularly attractive, so she knew she'd most likely have to fight off some of her sexual advances. She didn't really mind though, and had mostly gotten used to it over the past week. "Fine," she gave in. "You can make me lunch."

"It'll have to be a lot," Lindsey teased, poking Trish in the belly. "You are eating for two, after all."

"Don't remind me," Trish groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm about to pass out, though, I'll see you later."

"All right, hon, see you later," Lindsey said, giving Trish a friendly hug before they both turned and went their separate ways, heading home for a well-deserved rest.