Traci just stood there, idly thinking of what she always thought of. Sex, clothes ,cocks,  makeup and more sex.

Traci was quite happy.

 The medical men at the clinic had said she had suffered over-exposure to some sort of chemical stuff that she didn’t understand.  She didn’t care because they were cute and looked sooo hot in their white coats. Traci liked men in uniform. Come to think of it, she liked men out of uniform more. She giggled at that clever thought. They had dropped her off here at the club, and told her to have fun. She did wonder, but not for long, who the medical men were and where the clinic was. She soon got bored of that though, she had more important things to think of. 

Like sex, clothes ,cock,  makeup and more sex.