I met an attractive lady at the bar and noticed at first glance that she was interested. I moved a little closer to her and also signaled interest. “Are you vaccinated?”
I asked, sucking in her intoxicating perfume. She nodded in the affirmative and looked deeply into my eyes. At first, I wanted to say that she smelled like Yves St. Laurent, but then it struck me that it could also be Sinovac. “Wasn’t that a bit too cheap after all?” I thought and decided to choose a better-sounding alternative.
“BioNTech, isn’t it?” I asked, confident of victory, expecting a reaction that would appreciate my demonstrated sensitivity. “Oh no,” she whispered mysteriously, tossing her long black hair back so that the wave of her scent almost made me fall off my barstool.
“But almost,” she added with a smile, “I mix my own perfumes. What you smell is BioNTech mixed with Astra-Zeneca.” Just the combination of those names made me shudder. I felt my body react. An erotic tension like I had only very rarely experienced before.
“And you?” the beautiful stranger asked back with a seductive look in her eyes. I moved closer to her and was almost intoxicated by her scent. Very close to her ear I whispered: “I have a COVID-certificate. Not older than 24 hours!” She let her shiny hair stroke my cheek. My remark must have triggered something in her because she came with her body so close to mine that I could feel her soft forms. My breath quickened and my pulse raced.
“Show me,” she whispered and I felt her excitement. “I want to see the original, not a copy,” she breathed almost inaudibly. With trembling hands, I took the stamped certificate from my vest pocket, unfolded it slowly, and showed the magic thing to her. She took it in her hand and read it attentively, with her eyes almost glued to the letters. Then she pressed it passionately against her breast. I felt her hand in mine, soft and wet, and sensed how she came, slowly, trembling and fluttering.
“The original!” she cried softly and put her head on my quivering chest. “You make me completely crazy!” “Oh, you’re welcome,” I whispered, you made me so happy! “Cool”, she replied, folded my certificate six times in slow motion, and put it into my trousers.
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