It was a late night at the morgue, they had this tradition that the new employees had to stay the night and make out with one of the bodies.

It's gross, but at least I get to improve on my kissing skills. Guess the older workers knew of the tradition because the moment I walked into that glorified ice box, there was a body on one of the tables.

"Oh haha, real funny guys." I muttered before caressing the girls face. It was weird, it was firm but with a little give to the skin and muscle; after what felt like an hour I thought... what the hell, I should probably get some action tonight.

I proceeded to have sex with the corpse, it was odd given its frigid feel, but after a while, the body became warmer and softer from the rigorous love making.

By the end of the night, I had completed the ritual and was one of the inner circle workers; however every other week I take the night shift and "hook up" with any new bodies.
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You find this powerhouse of a woman out in the middle of a war zone. The chaos has passed and the damage is being picked up; she's all yours.