Chapter 5 Don't worry, there's no one that evil in real life

Joe;

I hated being in hospital, this was my fifth visit with the same issue, I had a whole array of symptoms but the most obvious was the pain. It racked my whole body making wrestling even harder to do, so until the Dr can tell me what was wrong or fix me, I was off with injury. I looked over at Iziah, who was sleeping. She was a pretty enough girl even with the ink running down her arms and from I could tell across her flat tummy. Iziah shuffled in her sleep, moving so I could see her cleavage, and when I shuffled down slightly, it looked as though Miss-drunk-fight-picker wasn't wearing a bra. This just got interesting. There was nothing of interest in the room to stare at so I just decided to look at supple tits. Iziah shuffled again making them wobble slightly. She moaned and groaned in her sleep saying words that I couldn't quite catch. After a moment her features relaxed, she looked so peaceful but then my eyes drifted again, a part of her shirt had come open further and I swear that if she shuffled slightly to the left her whole breast would come out to greet me.

"You can keep lookin but it ain't gonna pop out"

"Keep moving Iziah, we'll see" I got out still trying to hide the fact that she had given me a fright, I really thought she was asleep but apparently not.

"So what are you in for Joe?"

"They don't know"

Iziah rolled her eyes, which with the silver was hard to tell if they had stopped moving or where they still rolling in her head. It certainly helped with the psychotic look.

"Of course they don't, Dr's are idiots, well except me"

"You're a doctor?"

Iziah nodded as she sat up in the bed, re-adjusting her clothing so I couldn't see any more cleavage. Now I'm really disappointed.

"So you'd be able to tell me whats wrong?"

"I could tell you Joe but in order to do that, you'd have to be dead" Iziah let out an evil laugh sending aroused chills up my spine. "I'm a medical examiner, my specialty is dead bodies"

"You get to do autopsies on people?"

"Trust me, it gets old really fast" She looked at me thoughtfully, "Are you sure that your real?"

"Yes Iziah I'm real"

Which made what she did next really surprising, she shuffled out of bed as though she wasn't wearing a cast. "You know what I like Joe? Human re-action, it fascinates me ever so much"

She came over and managed to put her tight little ass beside me, her good hand started on my knee and painfully slow she ran her hand up my thigh. Her voice echoing in my skull.

"See right now your brain is fighting with what to do, your first instinct is to push me away and yet you're not gonna do that because you are well aware that my hand is almost at the promised land."

The annoying thing was she was right, her hand on my thigh and still climbing higher was a major distraction. Then her hand stopped moving and even though I was trying so hard to not get aroused, her silky voice had taken over my entire core.

"In about ten seconds you're gonna go from almost hard to fully hard and I'm gonna walk away and leave you with your issue, now you could wait til it goes away but we both know it won't go away so you can either deal with the pain or you can relieve yourself in the bathroom but we both know what your doing and why your doing it. By the way, its been ten seconds"

Her hand gave a gentle squeeze, sending more blood to my all ready hard cock. Like she said she walked away and went back to her bed and slipped back into the crisp white sheets, a seductive smirk on her face.

"You're evil you know that"

Iziah laughed "That wasn't evil Joe, that was mean, if I was being evil I would've used my mouth"

"Lucky boyfriend"

"You're fishing Joe"

"Maybe I am"

"Why so interested?"

"I like to know that the pretty young lady feeling my junk is single"

She let out a smirk, leaving me to dangle for a few seconds, then she relented. "Yes I'm single" She rolled over and went back to sleep.

I was sure about one thing if I was gonna be stuck in this room with her for two more days I would make sure that I left with her number. One way or another.