Sisters Penny and Pepper are passed out from a night of hard partying. Unfortunately this is more than a mere hangover, it seems they took way too many drugs last night. The dude they were raging with was kind enough to call 911 before slipping away. Soon, an EMT bursts into their apartment and begins triaging the multiple casualty emergency.
He identifies Pepper as the most critical patient based on her shallow, practically nonexistent breaths. The EMT places her on the floor and begins working through his protocol of CPR and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When that fails, he strips the thin ginger out of her panties and top, revealing her delicious pale flesh. The increased skin contact does the trick and Pepper regains consciousness! She gasps for air and moves to the couch so the EMT can start working on saving her sister.
At first, the morgue tech was annoyed that he had one more corpse to take care of before his shift ended, but his mood brightened when he saw that it was a smoking hot babe. Some people like a certain type of woman. Big boobs, big ass, big beautiful women, jungle fever, yellow fever, bimbo lovers; it seemed that everyone had some type that drove them wild. Not this morgue tech! He liked all types equally, even the dead ones. So, it’s no surprise that he’s got an aching boner by the time he’s done stripping the clothes from her body, her nakedness lying limp and yielding. With no one around, he sees no reason not to get a little satisfaction from her tight, defenseless holes. After all, he’s the one that has to clean it up anyway. I guess every job has its perks.
Casey is chatting on the phone and doing an exercise routine in her living room, when her lungs begin to suddenly tighten. She can’t breathe and she feels her pulse pounding in her head. Somehow, she is able to tell her friend to call for help before collapsing to the floor. An ambulance rushes to save her life.
Soon, a handsome EMT breaks through her door to find the unconscious blonde lying on the carpet. He uses every tool and technique at his disposal to save her life. Methodically stripping her down, blowing air into her lungs, pumping away at her chest and even unleashing hundreds of joules of electricity through her pale body, making her back arch with each convulsion.
Grimacing at the weight of the woman’s corpse in his arms, the man let’s out a groan as he walks into the empty morgue. “Of course there’s no one around to fucking help me with this!” Heaving his burden onto one of the unoccupied, stainless steel examination tables, he begins to undo the plastic sheet she had been wrapped in. Stretching her long, slender limbs to work out the rigors of death, he has ample time to ogle her naked body, to feel her soft, smooth skin. “There’s really no one around, huh?” He starts to get hard, as the possibilities of the evening unfold before him. “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, hot stuff. And what’s the harm in having a little fun?”
Christy is doing her beach body aerobic routine in her living room, when a sudden tightness grips her chest. She can’t breath and a rush of dizziness fills her prettly little head. With her last ounces of strength, she places a panicked call to 911 explaining her emergency. Christy collapses to the floor, unconscious. Will the ambulance reach her in time?
Soon, a handsome EMT breaks through her door to find the unconscious beauty lying on the carpet. He uses everything at his disposal to save her life. Stripping her naked, blowing air into her lungs, pumping her tanned chest and even unleashing hundreds of joules of electricity through her fit body, making her back arch with each convulsion.