Time to pass it on! She had been a nurse at the STI clinic for six years and had always been so careful. But two months ago she pricked her hand on a syringe needle that had been left sticking out of the disposal bin, how could people be so fucking stupid. Week after week she secretly took hiv fast tests to see if she was infected. Two months had past when she began to think she had been lucky, that was when the test came back positive. She retook the test twice more that day, all positive, eventually she submitted a blood test for viral load results, under a fake name of course. Her viral load numbers were high, nearly 800,000. She was in the early stages of her infection where she was at her most contagious. She was so angry that one of her colleagues caused her infection. In her book, it was time to make everyone in the clinic suffer. Some she infected when giving her colleagues booster shots, with needles she clandestinely dirtied with her own blood. The ones she really blamed for her infection were the clinic senior staff. Over a few short months she fucked, sucked, face sat, sissored, and pegged the two senior nurses and one of the two senior doctors, they'd be getting the fuck flu soon. Today was the day she was going to pozz the Clinical director of the clinic. She flirted with him for weeks, slowly breaking down his resolve to remain faithful to his wife of 5 years. She liked to wear scrubs, but when she knew she was going to be working with the director she wore scrubs that we're a size bigger on top and a size smaller in the pants. She could see him catching glances down her top, where she wore white lingerie, contrasting acainst her ebony skin, or her ass when she bent over within his eyesight. The late clinic on a Thursday was the time they were both rostered to work. She made sure to schedule as many of the young hooker patients to have clinic appointments that evening. She knew the young prostitutes liked pushing Dr. Brennan's buttons, telling him about what they did with their clients, them jokingly offering the good doctor a free trick or two. They loved making him blush and act nervous. By the time the clinic ended it didn't take long for Dr. Brennan to be buried balls deep, ironically, in the person with the highest viral load in the clinic that evening. He would have been safer ass fucking and sharing needles with the hookers than he was with the poz nurse he was dumping his last neg load into. She made sure to Roster the two of them for the next two Thursday late night clinics. He couldn't keep his dick out of her by the last night shift they were working together If she was going to suffer, they all were. It truly was going to be an STI clinic from here on. One by one the clinic staff started exhibiting hiv infection symptoms and returning positive test results, no one could figure out how it happened. At least the clinic's insurers would have to cover all the staff's hiv treatment meds.
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Time to pass it on! She had been a nurse at the STI clinic for six years and had always been so careful. But two months ago she pricked her hand on a syringe needle that had been left sticking out of the disposal bin, how could people be so fucking stupid. Week after week she secretly took hiv fast tests to see if she was infected. Two months had past when she began to think she had been lucky, that was when the test came back positive. She retook the test twice more that day, all positive, eventually she submitted a blood test for viral load results, under a fake name of course. Her viral load numbers were high, nearly 800,000. She was in the early stages of her infection where she was at her most contagious. She was so angry that one of her colleagues caused her infection. In her book, it was time to make everyone in the clinic suffer. Some she infected when giving her colleagues booster shots, with needles she clandestinely dirtied with her own blood. The ones she really blamed for her infection were the clinic senior staff. Over a few short months she fucked, sucked, face sat, sissored, and pegged the two senior nurses and one of the two senior doctors, they'd be getting the fuck flu soon. Today was the day she was going to pozz the Clinical director of the clinic. She flirted with him for weeks, slowly breaking down his resolve to remain faithful to his wife of 5 years. She liked to wear scrubs, but when she knew she was going to be working with the director she wore scrubs that we're a size bigger on top and a size smaller in the pants. She could see him catching glances down her top, where she wore white lingerie, contrasting acainst her ebony skin, or her ass when she bent over within his eyesight. The late clinic on a Thursday was the time they were both rostered to work. She made sure to schedule as many of the young hooker patients to have clinic appointments that evening. She knew the young prostitutes liked pushing Dr. Brennan's buttons, telling him about what they did with their clients, them jokingly offering the good doctor a free trick or two. They loved making him blush and act nervous. By the time the clinic ended it didn't take long for Dr. Brennan to be buried balls deep, ironically, in the person with the highest viral load in the clinic that evening. He would have been safer ass fucking and sharing needles with the hookers than he was with the poz nurse he was dumping his last neg load into. She made sure to Roster the two of them for the next two Thursday late night clinics. He couldn't keep his dick out of her by the last night shift they were working together If she was going to suffer, they all were. It truly was going to be an STI clinic from here on. One by one the clinic staff started exhibiting hiv infection symptoms and returning positive test results, no one could figure out how it happened. At least the clinic's insurers would have to cover all the staff's hiv treatment meds.