by Kara Rose
I looked up, thinking that she had been called, but the nurse at the station kept her head down, absorbed in whatever she was doing. I bet she’s playing Candy Crush, but making it look like she’s oh-so busy.
The intake form balancing on my lap stared back at me empty and waiting, expecting to be filled out. The more I looked at it, the more I felt I couldn’t do it – I couldn’t say that every thought that raced through my mind for the past few months had been only of being pumped hard full of cock. How do you say that politely to a grey-haired old nurse? Is there a way to mention it in polite company, saying that I’d just seen a doctor pass by and I wanted to rip his clothes off and do unspeakably filthy things to him right there under the florescent lights for everyone to see – though it would give some of their patients either a heart attack or the best day of their lives!
“Maggie Albright”
I looked up to see the old nurse calling me and I skulked over to her counter, my form still blank and slapped it on her desk, so she could peruse its emptiness.
“You haven’t filled it out?” She sighed and pushed it back to me. “I’m afraid my dear that you won’t be seeing any doctor until that’s filled out.”
“But I already know who I’ll be seeing – I’ve got an appointment with Dr Pennyroyal.”
“Hmmm,” She thumbed through the worn pages of her appointment book and could see my name scrawled in red chicken scratch, but she seemed to hope that flicking through the pages would make it disappear.”
“It’s there,” I pointed helpfully.
“Yes, well, even if you have managed to get an appointment, I’m afraid you won’t be going in to the doctor without this form – so fill it out.”
I picked it back up, defeated, but figured I would have to be creative in how I filled it out. I wasn’t about to let her know I was horny as hell all day and night.
Sitting back down, an old man smiled at me and when I felt myself getting excited at that, I knew it was time for professional help. I would have to suck it up. My pen seemed to run across the page almost by itself and when it came to the little rectangular box with “Reason for visit” beside it – I put a nice “unspecified urges” down – hoping that would get her off my case and me behind the door of the doctor’s office.
I had only gotten the appointment through my best friend Georgia. Her father was a specialized gynaecologist, dealing with problems that other doctors hadn’t been able to help with. Apparently he was much in demand and getting an appointment with him usually took months.
She had offered to come with me this morning but I had declined, not wanting her whole family to know that I had been like a cat in heat for months. I had known her father when we were kids, but he wasn’t really around much. He was always too busy working, always at the office. Georgia hadn’t seen much of him as a kid and now we were both at college, she saw him even less. Still, he had been kind enough to give me the appointment, even if he hadn’t seen me in years.
The nurse behind the desk sighed loudly and called me again. This time I handed her the chart and she was finally satisfied. She nodded her head in the direction of a doorway down the hall and told me to go in, remove my clothes and put on the gown, the doctor would be with me shortly.
Walking towards that door, I realized the hallway had no lights, shading it in a dimness that certainly didn’t reassure me. I stepped inside and listened for the click as I closed it behind myself. I looked around and seeing the room, I breathed a little sigh of relief. It was warm and spacious, clinical of course, but there was a small square window in the farthest wall, through which I could see opened out onto a little garden. The weak winter sunlight trickled through and spilled over the floor, adding a golden glow to the space.
I turned and saw that the bed lay in front of me, so I pulled off my top and unhooked my bra, before slipping my jeans down over my hips. Should I take off my panties? They were already wet from my perpetual state of horniness and he might want to examine me, so I guess they should come off too.
Stuffing them into the pocket of my jeans, I stood naked in the room, feeling a wisp of cool air blow over my skin and it brought me out in a shiver of goosebumps. I picked up the robe and had it only halfway closed before a knock announced itself on the door.
Dr Pennyroyal didn’t wait; he came straight in looking very serious as he carried my chart in his hand.
“Hello Maggie” he said, obviously not noticing that I was half naked at the back, not having time to do up the knots…