Cole was in the bathroom of his RV, right after waking up from an afternoon nap. He was just about to pull his pants up when suddenly a scaly green arm reached around him and three spindly fingers wrapped tight around his shaft. He turned his head to see Greta smiling at him as she tugged on his rope.

He managed to pry the three fingers off his privates and run to the front of his RV as he fastened his trousers. Then he tried to walk out the front door. One foot hovered over nothing. He stepped back in and closed the door when he realized she'd somehow parked the car next to the edge of a cliff while he slept.

He turned towards the kitchenette. A cupboard suddenly burst open and she leaped out of it, wrapping herself around his neck and covering his face in kisses. He pulled her off and threw her to the floor. Then he ran into his bedroom.

Suddenly, two scaly arms reached out from under the bed and grabbed his ankles. She'd somehow beaten him there. She pulled him under the bed and climbed on top of him. He was trapped between her and the floor.

Soon, the RV began to rock. And everyone around knew better than to knock.

When Greta was satisfied, she jumped out the door of the RV and slid down the cliff. At the bottom, an ambulance was waiting.

"I can't believe it!" a panicked girl was saying. "Randy tripped and fell off the trail, and now both his arms and legs are broken!"

Greta got one look at Randy on the stretcher, licked her lips, and realized it was time for her camping trip to be over.

She latched on to the back of the ambulance as it drove off.

That night at the hospital, Greta was happy. She'd enjoyed her time at camp. Through the wonders of science, that magic lotion had allowed her to soak up some sun and take a dip in the lake. Still, it felt good to be dry and in a dimly lit building, stalking her prey through air conditioned corridors. Like the Brain gremlin would have said, it was all about civilization.

When Randy was alone, she tugged a cord to pull the remote to call for a nurse out of Randy's hand. Then she climbed up on him.

He was in casts on his arms and legs. She was in a starchy white sexy nurse costume. The miniskirt barely covered her womanhood. A frilly bra peeked out from the top of the blouse, shiny yellow cleavage on full display. She was wearing dark eye shadow and lip liner, and her pouty red lips matched the plus sign on her cap and on her breast.

Randy tried to wiggle away but could barely move in the bed with his major limbs in casts.

She kissed him ferociously on the mouth.

"Don't hurt me!" he pleaded.

She kissed his cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said.

She licked his ear, and then she whispered to him, sending tingles through his entire body.

"Nurse Greta wants to make you feel better."

His eyes rolled back as she made sure to cover every inch of his face in sticky kisses.

"You. Muah. Are. Muah. So. Muah. Cute. Like a little injured birdy!"

She moved on to his neck, then crawled down him to turn her attention to his bulge. His barely-there hospital pants slid out of the way like they were nothing. Then she put her mouth on him.

"Ow!" he said. "Do you have to suck so hard?"

"Yes," Greta said.

"Oh! Oh! Okay, then!"

Footsteps approached, and she disappeared just as he sprayed all over the front of his pulled-down pants.

A doctor, a nurse, and his girlfriend looked at him, pants pulled down and covered in his fluid, face and dick covered in red lipstick.

"Baby, I can explain!" he insisted.

But how could he?

Meanwhile, Greta hadn't gone far. She was obscured on the other side of his bed. She'd seen movement on the other side of the curtain.

She raised her ass in the air and slid it along the curtain until she felt something.

Randy's roommate Ray had climbed out of bed and was facing the curtain when a round ass in a tight white miniskirt poked through. The green and yellow legs in the high-heeled white nurse shoes were a little off-putting to him. But he couldn't argue with the way her hips were moving.

Three green fingers reached back and pulled the skirt up, showing off her shiny yellow ass cheeks. Ray responded by pulling his hospital pants down. He grabbed his own member to angle it right before shoving it between her cheeks.

They grinded against each other until she pulled away and he ejaculated all over the curtain.

Greta scurried away and hid in an empty examination room. Dr. Wolf was passing by when he thought he saw movement. He entered and tried to turn on the light, but the bulb wasn't working.

The door closed behind him, and then something grabbed him between the legs.

"Now turn your head and cough," Greta rasped seductively.

She squeezed and walked forward, signaling him to walk backwards to the exam table. He sat on it.

She climbed into his lap and began wiggling her ass in it. Then she twisted her head and reached back and angled his head so she could pull him into a long French kiss.

She grabbed his hands and pulled them between her white blouse and frilly bra, guiding them to squeeze. He could feel her nipples poking through in the palm of his hands.

"Okay, then," he said.

Whatever she was, he decided she was close enough to human to just proceed with what she was leading him to.

He lifted her up and adjusted her on the exam table, standing behind it. He dropped his pants and pulled her skirt away, and then he thrust inside of her. They both gripped the exam table for support as he kept thrusting until he came inside of her. Then her legs wrapped around his neck and she pulled him in so he could work his tongue between her legs.

Soon, he was out of energy, laying over the exam table half passed out. Greta left him the way she loved to leave her lovers, thoroughly exhausted.

There was a chapel nearby, and for a moment she thought if she had a new wedding dress she could lure Dr. Wolf there. What girl didn't dream of marrying a doctor? And he seemed nice enough. At least knew to give a girl exactly what she wanted. But she shook away the thought. Still too soon since the disastrous end of her first marriage to consider that right now. She still had plenty to get out of her system before she considered settling down again.

Especially when she saw the janitor in a supply closet right across the hall. She stealthily crept in, then pulled away the doorjamb so they were shut in the closet together. Then Nurse Greta gave that janitor their own personal seven plus minutes in heaven.