Tracy's New Urges Can't be Ignored!

Once she made it past her office, Tracy only had about fifty feet of corridor to cover before she would be in the privacy of the stair tower where she'd left her clothes. "Almost done," she thought, seconds before the law firm's door swung open. With nowhere to hide anywhere nearby, she stood still and covered herself as well as she could as a janitor pushing a mop and bucket joined her in the corridor!

"Miss! You can't be walking around here like that!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry," she answered, "I'm on my way to get dressed right now."

Stepping closer, the grey-haired man squinted and said, "Say, I know you! You work in the building, don't you!"

"Uhhh, yeah," she stammered, "please don't tell my boss. I agreed to a stupid dare, but I promise I'll never do it again." She wasn't sure how he knew her, she pretty much never worked late enough to be around when he was, and couldn't remember ever having seen him before that moment. Whatever she thought, he seemed sure that he recognized her, and even worse, knew where she worked.

"Yeah, I remember! I couldn't forget a pretty girl like you! I've seen you plenty of times working in the Starbucks next to the lobby."

Fighting back an urge to laugh, Tracy realized she knew who he was mistaking her for. She didn't think she and the barista looked all that much alike, maybe a little, but guessed having her standing just a few feet away stark naked was throwing him off. She replied, "You got me; Can we make a deal? I'll give you one free coffee a day for a week if you don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

The man thought a minute before replying, "Make it three weeks, and you got yourself a deal!"

"Deal!" Tracy replied, "Three weeks of free coffee it is!" She stepped forward, her right hand extended for the handshake sealing their deal. The janitor smiled broadly as they shook hands, looking forward to claiming his free coffee, a nice bonus on top of what had already been his best night ever on this job, or any job, really. He'd had the occasional free cup of coffee before, but he'd never seen and talked to a naked babe while he was on the clock!

Tracy was pleased with her free coffee prank, wishing she could be there to see how the janitor's attempt to collect his first free cup played out. Once she had said goodbye to the janitor, she entered the East stair and climbed quickly up to the roof level. As long she'd been away from the bar, she could only wonder what Kyle might be thinking she was doing. "Probably nothing even close to what I've actually been getting up to," she laughed as she pulled her skirt up and zipped it. She got dressed as quickly as possible and hustled down the stair.

She paused outside her office for a look at her clothed reflection and straightened up her clothes a bit, then took the elevator down to street level. She rejoined Kyle and her workmates in the bar, apologizing to them all for being away so long.

"No worry, we've been having fun chatting with your hubby," Ella said.

"And they're plying me with beer in hopes of getting me to tell them some juicy story about you," Kyle added, pointing at the three empty bottles in front of him on the table. Slurring his speech slightly, he added, "but don't worry, I didn't tell them about you going skinny dipping at Jason's place!"

"Okay! Looks like it's time we were leaving," Tracy said, acting a little annoyed, but actually kind of enjoying the idea of a racy but essentially harmless bit of gossip about her circulating at work.

A few days after her escapade stripping on the roof of her workplace, Tracy was clearing out the miscellaneous mail, receipts and junk which had been accumulating on her home office desk; she came across the paperwork included with the prescription she'd been taking. She finally took the time to read all the tiny print listing every known side effect of the drug. When she got near the end of the less common ones, she felt herself blushing. "What the hell, how did I miss this, I mean 'may cause excessive risk-taking behavior' and 'unusual strong urges, including sexual', it's like they're writing about me!" She called her neurologist right away.

Sitting in an exam room a few days later, Tracy discussed some of her recent uncharacteristic behavior with Dr. Pizoni and asked if her prescription might be to blame for her recent bold behavior. She worked her way up through some of her increasingly indecent actions. He stopped her when she described her naked trip out to her car to look for her phone. She began to understand how extreme her behavior had become when Dr. Pizoni told her he'd heard enough to know she was having a serious problem before she had mentioned any of her experiences where she was actually seen while topless or naked.

"What you describe does seem to fit the profile of this drug's less common side effects. I can prescribe a different drug which doesn't have any effects like the ones you're having; the only reason I didn't suggest it in the first place is that it's no more effective and unfortunately costs several times as much as what you've been taking." She agreed to try the other drug, and went to the pharmacy later that day to pick it up.

"Your total comes to $167.75, will you be paying with cash, credit card or check?" the pharmacist asked her as he put her new prescription in a bag, "and do you have any questions?"

"Yes, I do actually," Tracy replied, "Would this drug be much more expensive per dose if I only got a one-month supply instead of a three-month supply?"

"No, the unit price is the same either way, it's just more convenient to get the larger quantity."

"In that case, can you change today's order to a one-month supply? I haven't tried the new drug yet, so I don't know how I'll do on it,"

"I'm sorry, I thought you understood," the pharmacist said, pointing to the bag, "what you're getting there for your $167.75 IS a one-month supply."

"Oh." Tracy pulled out her credit card, doing the math in her head before handing it to the waiting pharmacist. "Somewhere around $2,000 a year," she thought sadly.

The pharmacist said, "I forgot to ask if you wanted to pick up a refill of your other prescription; when I looked up your records today I noticed you're about due for a new supply."

Kyle had always been the one to pick up her previous prescription, so she actually had no idea how much it cost; she asked the pharmacist what a three-month supply of the prescription she'd been taking would cost.

"Since you've been getting the generic version, a little under $30," he answered, "that script has three refills available between now and next spring."

"Wow, that's a huge difference, "she said, "lets hold off on the new one today, just give me a 90-day refill of the old one."

As she waited for the pharmacist to prepare a three-month supply of her old prescription, she couldn't help worrying about how it had sometimes affected her behavior, but eventually convinced herself the difference in cost was just too great for their budget.

"I'll just have to get better at managing how I react to the original drug," she said to herself, "and besides, the side effects weren't all that bad!" She smiled as she waited, and absent-mindedly began unfastening one of her blouse's buttons...