Pharmacy Passion | NEON LIT

Collecting my prescription—boring errand, done a hundred times. But today Aisha was behind the counter, and everything got interesting.

She was slim, gorgeous, with thick glasses that made her look like a sexy librarian. The white coat should have been clinical, but on her it was something else entirely.

"Thompson? I've got your prescription here." She handed over the bag. "But there's a note. You need a consultation."

"About what?"

"Side effects. In private." She looked around the empty shop. "Follow me."

The consultation room was tiny—desk, chairs, posters about diabetes. She locked the door.

"There are no side effects," she said. "I just needed an excuse."

"For what?"

"This." She kissed me, quick and confident. "Been watching you pick up prescriptions for months. Finally worked up the nerve."

"I'm glad you did."

She was all efficiency, pulling off her white coat, then her blouse. Underneath, a lacy bra that was definitely not NHS standard.

"Like what you see?"

"Fucking love it."

Her bra came off, revealing small, perfect tits. I took one in my mouth while she gasped and fumbled with my jeans.

"God, yes—been thinking about this—"

I pushed her onto the desk, pulled down her work trousers. Her knickers were damp, and when I touched her, she moaned.

"Don't tease—just—"

I buried my tongue in her. She came fast, hand over her mouth, legs shaking.

"Inside me—need it—"

I slid into her on the consultation desk, her legs wrapping around me. Posters about health watched us do something very unhealthy.

"Harder—yes—right there—"

She came twice more, each time pulling me deeper.

"Close—inside me—"

I came deep, feeling her clench around me.

Someone knocked on the door.

"One minute!" she called, already fixing her clothes. To me: "That was the best consultation I've ever given."

"Regular appointments?"

"Weekly. Same time." She unlocked the door. "I'll put a note on your file."

Walked out with my prescription and her personal number.

Best side effect ever.