by Cariad Hal
“The doctor would expect you to remove all your things… but maybe keep your panties on if you would feel more comfortable? Maybe that will be enough.”
“Yes. Thank you. I would feel better.”
“No problem. Just sit up on the table when you are done.”
She removed her clothes and slipped on the gown. “I guess I’m ready,” she said without enthusiasm, hitching herself up onto the table.
“That’s great. I’ll give the doctor a buzz. He won’t be long.” She smiled reassuringly and patted Thea’s hand. “Don’t look so worried. Think of the great job you’ve landed—and that gorgeous car!”
Thea tried to smile. “Right now I’d rather not be here. It didn’t occur to me there’d be a medical, and I’m not really ready for one.”
“When was your last one?”
“Ages ago. A year or more?”
“I’ll tell the doctor so he is aware you are feeling a little anxious. Now, I must be off. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon. Good luck with the new job.”
“Thank you. And thanks for your help.”
Chapter 4
She did not have to wait long.
“Right. Anna tells me it has been some time since you had a medical?”
She nodded.
“How long is ‘some time’?”
“I… I can’t really remember…”
“Before medical school? During your studies?” he queried.
“Before.”
“A comprehensive exam would be in order, then.”
“I guess so.”
He looked at the medical history form she had submitted with her CV. “Nothing untoward here in your history or family history. No surgeries. Pregnancies? Terminations?”
She shook her head.
“Good.” He put the notes down and picked up a tongue suppressor. “Let’s get started. Open wide.”
He pushed down on her tongue to look at her throat. She gagged as he pushed further back but he made no apologies for his firmness. He looked around her mouth, her teeth, and her gums.
“All clear,” he remarked, almost to himself. He pulled her eyelids down and made her look in all directions while he examined her eyes. The light was painfully bright. Next were her ears and he shone a light up her nose. After making notes, he moved behind her.
“I’m just going to feel the back of your neck, your shoulders, and your spine.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to feel the muscles and bones beneath her skin.
She tensed at his touch.
“Try not to tighten, Thea. Your muscles are almost rigid in your shoulders and back.” He pushed her gown to each side, exposing her back and moved his fingers down both sides of her spine, probing.
“That hurts.” She winced as his fingers found knots of tension.
“Mmm. Do you exercise at all? Yoga? Anything?”
She shook her head again. “No time.”
“You mean you have devoted all your mind and body to work and study.” A statement rather than a question.
“Yes, I suppose I have.”
“You’re a doctor. You should have more sense,” he reprimanded.
“Life isn’t always that clear, is it?” She tried to turn to look at him.
“Health is everything. As well you know… or should know. Without health you have less of a life. Less enjoyment, less productivity, less choices. More boundaries. Less freedom. I could go on.”
“Yes, well, sometimes in life you have to make choices,” she countered.
He ignored her and took up his stethoscope, placing it on her back, listening to her lungs. “Deep breaths, please.” He moved all over her back, then moved around the table in front of her. “Slip your gown down, please.” He turned aside to make notes.
She dropped her gown but left it so it still covered her nipples. She looked away, blushing.
He turned his attention back to her. “You have a problem exposing your breasts?” he queried.
“I… don’t like to…”
“This is a medical, Thea. I need to do certain examinations, which I should hardly have to explain to you.”
“I know, I know.” She felt flustered. “I suppose I wasn’t prepared for this…”
He sighed, then placed the stethoscope on her chest, listening. She was thankful that he did not push the gown lower. She was young and fit so this would soon be over and she could go home.
He stepped back. “Right. If you could lie down, please, on your back.”
Not over yet, though, she thought. She lay back, pulling the gown back up again.
“Now, I’m going to lower your gown to your waist so I can examine your breasts…no nonsense, please.” He reached up to her shoulders and slipped the gown down, exposing her breasts, before she could protest. She swallowed hard. No one had seen her breasts for so long. Her nipples hardened and pushed upward. He looked down at them, examining them with his eyes. Then his hands were upon them, feeling, rolling her flesh, pushing her nipples this way and that. Then her right breast alone and next her left. Pushing them together and pushing them up. She could feel her body easing with the intimacy of his probing and the softness of his warm hands
“Any discharge from your nipples?” He looked into her eyes as he pinched her nipples with his fingers and thumb.
She caught her breath. “No,” she whispered.
“Any pain? Episodes of mastitis? Cysts?”
“No, I have never had any problems.”
“Excellent.” He removed his hands. “You have well-formed breasts, Thea. Good nipples, good responses.”
“Oh, good. I’ve always been self-conscious about… my nipples.”
“Why?” He watched her.
He was so disarmingly direct. “Because they are big… and prominent… stick out,” she said with embarrassment. This was hard to talk about.
He reached out and squeezed her hand. “Hey, don’t worry so much. Let’s move on. As you are concerned, you may cover your breasts.”
Gratefully she pulled up her gown. At the same time, he flung a blanket over her legs and began to pull the gown up past her waist, exposing her abdomen. Once more his hands were exploring her flesh, pushing deeply into her stomach, around her waist, under her ribcage, and around into her back.
“Loosen your muscles, Thea. Don’t resist.” He smiled at her. “Hard being on the other side of things? Patient instead of doctor?”
She nodded. “I thought this was just a job interview.”
“I like to be thorough from the outset.”
He pushed the blanket lower down and started to push her panties down. She flinched and instinctively tried to resist.
“They are coming down, Thea. I need to examine your genitals. Ordinarily your panties would not be on for a full medical.”
“I came for an interview,” she protested.
He paused and looked at her. “I am happy to stop now if you wish but it would negate your contract. What do you want to do? I have little time for protests.”
She looked up at his determined face. It was evident that there was no point of compromise. She could get up and walk and end this embarrassment or surrender to the indignity. Not getting this job now would be too awful. She had already been imagining her new life with the car and apartment and to see the dream crushed now before it had even begun would be gut-wrenching.
“I’m sorry. I want to carry on,” she said in a small voice.
“Then remove your panties and let me examine you,” he said firmly.
Chapter 5
Reluctantly, she slipped her panties down her legs, the blanket still loosely covering her. He moved to the end of the table and pulled out the metal stirrups.
“Feet in the stirrups, please.”
She settled her feet as instructed. She did not want this to be happening. The man about to examine her was now her boss. This was bordering on unreal.
He pulled the blanket off, throwing it on the nearby chair. “I know you
obviously have the knowledge of these examinations, Thea, but, in this situation, you are the patient, which is how I am regarding you, so suspend all your professionalism… and try and relax. You are too tense.”
He smiled at her and his unexpected understanding of how she was feeling shook her a little. Then she remembered something.
“Oh, I… I’m so sorry,” she began, flustered.
“What for?”
“I-I… have not shaved… waxed…”
He pushed the gown up to her waist and her knees apart to observe. Dark hair covered her pubic area and genitalia. Well-endowed and untouched. Just natural.
The cool air and her splayed legs accentuated her feeling of exposure. Swallowing hard, she could only allow him to look. It was so humiliating even if he was a doctor. But then he did more than look and began to push his fingers through her private hair.
“What are you doing?” She could barely conceal her discomfort.
“I’m not the least bit concerned about your pubic growth, Thea, but it does need to be checked and the skin beneath.”
No choice. She had to endure it. Her heart was thumping with the unfamiliar feeling of fingers pushing through her pubes. He was gentle, his hands warm. It almost felt like an intimate massage. His hands now moved lower, firmly palpating her labia on each side, down to her perineum and up again. Inserting his thumbs, he rolled her lips between his thumb and fingers, feeling for swellings, up and down, each side.
“I’m going to ease back the hood and examine your clitoris now. It may be a bit sensitive. Try and stay nice and loose and relaxed.”
Easy for him to say, she thought, then caught her breath sharply as he hooked his thumbs under her hood, pushing her flesh upward and out. Her clitoris eased out, released to the cool air. He held her folds back and took a long look, then with one hand began to feel all around the root of her clit, pushing deeply, not touching its head. Her body began to respond to this invasion of her sensitive bits, untouched for so long. She was beginning to hope he would fully examine all over her special button.
“Hmm,” he said, still observing.
“What is it?” she asked, her thoughts crashing. “Is something wrong?”
“You have a large—or enlarged—clitoris, my girl,” he said thoughtfully. He pushed his finger around it some more and she shivered. “Not necessarily abnormal but certainly unusual.”
Right now she did not care. Even if it was large, it was working. She had not given it any attention for so long and this was, strangely, beginning to feel good, however much she was horrified that he was a doctor and this was not a sexual encounter. But it felt like it. Her button was beginning to gently pulsate and she could feel she was becoming increasingly wet under his fingers. He must have noticed. It would be so good to surrender to it and push her body up to his expert hands.
“Are you sexually active?” He cut through her thoughts again.
What? She wrestled with her mind and body to be back in this examination again and not easing into a pleasure fantasy. “I’m not in a relationship, if that is what you mean,” she said with some indignation.
Her clitoris throbbed as he continued to probe. “When did you last masturbate? Orgasm?”
Whatever happened to job interview questions? This was unreal. “Er… not recently,” she offered. Why did she feel ashamed? What business was it of his, at any level, right now? Why was she going along with it?
“Heavy petting? Foreplay?” he queried.
“No!” she exclaimed. “Really, is this all necessary for an interview?” Her breathing was a little shaky as he fingered her button.
He looked up at her sternly and with warning in his eyes. A moment later she gasped as he inserted two fingers into her vagina. “Just relax. The quicker we do this, the sooner it will finish and you will be on your way home.”
Any answer was impossible as he gently pumped his fingers in and out of her sex and she breathed deeply with each push of his hand, the other hand still holding back her hood as he watched her clitoris respond. She was so wet. This was madness. Her body, unaccustomed to this touching, was beginning to want more. She had to stop it while she could.
“Please,” she breathed. “Could we stop?”
He looked up at her and assessed her in one glance. Slowly he slipped his fingers out of her vagina and released her hood. “Take a few deep breaths, Thea. Your body will stabilize.” His voice was soothing.
With some relief she felt the tension begin to ease. Finally it was over. But then, just as her body was settling, he began to reposition the supports holding her legs, pushing her knees up toward her breasts and even further apart. Immediately she was back in the moment.
“What now? What are you doing?”
“I’m checking your bottom. Stop worrying, Thea.”
“My bottom is fine…” she protested.
“And when was the last time it was checked?” he questioned. “About the same time as your last exam maybe? Or maybe not at all?” He raised his eyebrows. Sliding back his stool, he ripped off his gloves and snapped on a fresh pair, then turned his attention back to her now very exposed bottom hole.
Groaning resignedly, she had to let him carry on. It was clear he had every intention to complete this very thorough examination. He probed her lips again from this new angle and the pad of her perineum, then gently began stretching the flesh around her anus with his thumbs and finally her actual rim, easing and pushing her hole. It was so sensitive she felt like screaming. She screwed her hands into the gown to stop herself from crying out.
“I’m going to examine your anus and rectum a little more deeply, Thea, so hang on in there.” He reached for lubricating gel.
No! She had never had a rectal exam. “Please, I’m sure it isn’t necessary!” Panic was rising as he smeared gel over her hole. His finger began to press against it.
“Relax. It won’t hurt. Just try and loosen your anal muscles for me.” He massaged her rim as he spoke.
A moment later, before she could protest further, she felt his finger penetrate her bottom. Her gasp caught in her throat, sounding guttural and choked. Her bottom eased. His finger pushed deeper inside her. The friction of her rim rubbing over his inserting finger felt shamefully gorgeous and left her feeling totally powerless, at the mercy and will of his probing as he slowly rotated and examined her private cavity. She felt every slide and twist of his exploring finger, inserted as far as possible in her bottom, the pressure of his hand pushing against her rim. Her throat tightened as she tried hard not to let a sound betray her body’s response to the fullness in her bottom.
Slowly he began to slide out his finger and, in a moment, she felt her bottom release its fullness and close, empty once more. Her body visibly relaxed and sank back onto the table. He grabbed a medical wipe and wiped her hole and crack, then ripped off his gloves, throwing them in the bin.
“Well done. We are done for now so you can get yourself up and dressed. When you are ready, come and join me back in the office.” Pushing his stool out of the way, he stood up, released her from the stirrups, and left her to dress.
Relieved, she pulled her gown down to cover her exposed genitals and sat up. What did he mean ‘for now’? Her head felt woozy so she did not rush to grab her clothes and dress. Why did she feel so shaky? It had only been a medical exam, after all. With a sigh she eased herself off the table and slowly put on her clothes. Grabbing her bag, she walked back into his office.
Looking up at her, he smiled. “Come and sit down. I won’t keep you long.”
She sat down on the chair opposite him and waited while he wrote things down. Her head felt so fuzzy and she was sure her hair must be a complete mess.
“Your medical was fine,” he began, reading his notes. “So I have completed your contract…”
Thea smiled, relieved. “Thank you. I shall look forward to working.”
“Just one slight change,” he continued, looking up at her again. “I want you to be admi
tted as an inpatient.”
“What? Why?” She was shocked. “I’m not ill. You said the medical was fine…”
“Indeed, it is. But I am somewhat concerned about your clitoris and would like to run some tests on it and its function as it appears a little large.”
“I… I’m… sure it is okay,” she stammered. “I’ve never had any problems with… it…”
“I understand… though, shall we say, it has not been used lately and, therefore, not checked or examined?”
“Well, no…” she had to agree.
“Then it is best to check it out, wouldn’t you agree? And, as you happen to be a member of staff at a clinic with specialism in the field, it seems only sensible to take advantage of the skills here.” He watched her carefully.
“Yes, but…” What could she say? Of course it made sense.
He continued. “As you are a member of staff I shall be your consulting physician and all investigations, care, and treatment will be directed by me.”
“But I don’t want to. I just want to work…”
He interrupted. “I should warn you, Thea, that your contract is dependent on your compliance with this.” His voice was cool. “It is not accepted practice, but in view of the unusual outcome of your medical, you may decline the plan I recommend… but you will also be declining the position offered and I will cancel your contract forthwith and you may go on your way.”
She knew she wanted the job, badly. She had come this far. Got through the interview. Got through the embarrassing medical. Surely she could get through another few days? And, after all, she’d get free medical care, treatment. What was she thinking? She did not need any treatment for anything. Or, at least, she had not been aware that she did.
“I did not know that a ‘normal’ clitoris was a requirement of the job,” she said with a touch of sarcasm.
“Thea, I really do not have the time to continue this. I need your response.”
She shook herself inwardly. “All right. I will come in as a patient as you wish. I do not want the contract cancelled.”
He smiled. “Excellent. The right decision.”