Iris, a pretty 19-year-old redhead with a shy smile, sat nervously in the waiting room. Her heart raced as she fidgeted with her fingers. She had just graduated high school and desperately needed a job. The only offer she had received was from Dr. Wilson's practice, following a phone interview with the previous receptionist. She had been offered the position of receptionist, but there was one condition: she had to undergo a full medical examination. Iris felt quite lucky that medical care was included with her junior position but felt very nervous.

Nurse Carlton, or Sally as her name tag read, called Iris back. She was a brunette woman with a fit body, around 40 years old, with a no-nonsense attitude that was clear from the way she held her clipboard. She had a ponytail that bobbed slightly as she walked, and she was dressed in a blue nurse's dress with a crisp white apron.

"Alright, Iris," she began, her voice firm yet kind, "First, I need to perform some initial hygiene checks and conduct some observations before the doctor sees you."

Nurse Carlton's eyes scanned over Iris's form, noticing the slight blush that painted her cheeks as she asked her to stand. "Please remove all your clothing except for your underpants," she instructed, her voice maintaining a professional tone. Iris fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as she began to strip in front of the nurse. Her clothes fell to the floor in a heap, revealing her soft, slightly chubby figure. Her breasts were large and full, the kind that jiggled slightly when she moved, and her stomach had a gentle roundness that she had always been self-conscious about. The nurse took no notice of Iris's nudity, instead handing her a thin, blue hospital gown. "You can put this on, but leave the back open," she said, her tone no-nonsense.

Iris slipped the gown over her head, feeling the cool fabric graze her skin. She took a deep breath and tied the strings loosely at the neck, making sure to keep her backside open as instructed. Iris felt a moment of relief that she could keep her underwear on, but it was short-lived. "Remove your underpants and hand them to me, please," Sally said without looking back up, as if it was the most mundane request in the world, holding up a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on with an efficient motion. Iris's heart skipped a beat, but she complied, sliding her panties down her thighs and handing them over with trembling fingers. The fabric was damp with nervousness, and she felt a twinge of embarrassment as the nurse took them. The nurse looked closely at the crotch.

"Sorry about this" Sally began, her voice steady, "but it's part of the thoroughness we maintain here at the clinic. We need to ensure you're clean and healthy, especially since you'll be in close contact with patients. Plus, the doctor is quite particular about his staff's hygiene." She placed the panties on the trolley on the side and then said "you can sit down on the table."

Iris nodded meekly as Sally approached her with a small, handheld mirror and a comb. The nurse's gloved hands were gentle but firm as she parted Iris's fiery hair and scrutinized her scalp, moving the comb through the strands with meticulous precision. The coolness of the metal sent shivers down Iris's spine, and she could feel the nurse's breath near her ear as she leaned in closer to inspect. "No lice or dandruff," Sally murmured to herself, making a note on her clipboard. "Good, good." Iris felt a strange mix of relief and embarrassment at the intimate inspection, her eyes locked on the nurse's reflection in the mirror.

Next, Sally tilted Iris's head to the side and peered into her ear with a penlight, the beam of light illuminating the pink inner flesh. "This one looks clean," she announced, and Iris felt a sense of pride for some reason. The nurse then took a small cotton swab and dipped it in an antiseptic solution before swirling it around the other ear, ensuring that every crevice was spotless. The sensation was both soothing and invasive, making Iris's body tense and relax in equal measures. She could feel the nurse's gaze on her, noting every little detail.

Sally then asked Iris to tilt her head back, which she did, exposing her throat and the soft skin beneath her chin. The nurse's gaze lingered there for a moment, before she shone the penlight down Iris's nostrils. "Your nasal passage is clear," she said with a nod of approval.

Moving to the next step, Nurse Carlton instructed Iris to open her mouth and say 'ahh'. The young receptionist complied, feeling a rush of cold air hit the back of her throat. The nurse peered into her mouth with the penlight, the beam of light reflecting off her teeth and tongue. With a pair of gloved hands, she inserted a wooden tongue depressor, pressing it down firmly against Iris's tongue. The sudden sensation of the smooth wood on her taste buds made Iris's eyes water, and she could feel the nurse's grip, firm and unyielding, as she inspected every corner of her mouth.

"Good, your teeth look clean," Sally murmured, "but let's make sure everything's in order." With that, she began a thorough examination of Iris's oral cavity, the light dancing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Iris felt a strange vulnerability, her mouth wide open and on full display. The nurse's eyes narrowed as she poked and prodded, her movements meticulous and precise. Iris's eyes watered and she gagged reflexively, the feeling of the wooden instrument invading her mouth was overwhelming. Sally's expression remained calm and focused as she inspected her throat, the sound of Iris's muffled protests only serving to emphasize the power dynamic in the room.

Finally, the nurse removed the tongue depressor with a pop and told Iris to close her mouth. "Now, I need you to lower the top of your gown and put your hands on your head," she said, her voice still calm but with an underlying firmness that made it clear this was not a suggestion. Iris's pulse raced as she slowly pulled the material down, exposing her large, round breasts to the cool air of the examination room. The nurse's gaze lingered for a brief moment before she nodded in approval. "Good, now keep them there."

Sally moved to the side of the table and began to inspect Iris's armpits. "You've shaved these well," she murmured, her voice slightly softer. "It's important for our staff to be well-groomed at all times." She gently tugged at the skin of one armpit, stretching it out to inspect the smooth, hairless flesh. Iris felt a strange thrill at the sensation of being touched so intimately by the older woman.

Moving down, the nurse then instructed Iris to pull the gown up again then lie down on the table her cheeks flushing deeper at the exposure of her bare skin. The nurse took a moment to examine her ankles and feet, noting their cleanliness and making a quick check for any signs of fungus or infection. "You're doing well, Iris," she said, a hint of warmth in her voice. "Now just a quick look..." she whipped up the gown to reveal Iris's groin.

"Oh dear, did you not receive the instructions about shaving?" She tutted as she observed the ginger hair around Iris's pubic region.

"I I I... thought you just meant underarms and legs..." Iris stammered.

"No, no," Sally said with a shake of her head. "The instructions were very clear. We expect complete hair removal down there, for hygiene and visual accuracy during the examination. I'll have to do it for you, it won't take long"

Iris felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she nodded, understanding that she had made a mistake. The nurse opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh, sterilized razor and a small cup of warm water and shaving cream. She spread the shaving cream across Iris's mons pubis and began to shave with swift, precise strokes. The coldness of the razor was a stark contrast to the warmth of the room, and the gentle scrape of metal on skin sent shivers through Iris's body. She could feel the nurse's hand steady on her thigh, keeping her in place as the razor moved closer and closer to her most intimate parts. The sensation was both strange and arousing, as if she were being groomed like a pet. Iris bit her lower lip, her eyes flickering between the nurse's gaze and the razor that danced around her labia.

Nurse Carlton was meticulous in her shaving, ensuring not a single hair remained. She worked her way down to the crevice between Iris's buttocks, the razor gliding over the sensitive skin with surprising gentleness. The young redhead's breath hitched as she felt the cold steel trace the line of her anus, the nurse's touch light and professional, yet unmistakably intimate. It was a humiliating yet oddly erotic experience, one that made her stomach tighten with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Once the shaving was complete, Sally dabbed the area with a warm cloth to remove any excess cream and then had Iris sit up. Sally took a moment to put on a fresh pair of gloves before approaching the table with a thermometer in hand. "I need to take your rectal temperature, you need to stand up, feet shoulder width apart and bend over the table" she announced, her eyes meeting Iris's in the mirror. The young redhead's eyes widened with shock, but, tremoring, she got to her feet as instructed. "Feet a little wider please, and your chest flat to the table." Iris complied her face flushing.

The nurse lubricated the thermometer with a cool gel that sent a chill down Iris's spine, and she took a deep breath as she felt the nurse's fingers part her cheeks.

The tip of the thermometer pressed against her anus, and she could feel the nurse's hand gently pushing it inside. The sensation was strange and slightly painful, but she bit her lip and endured it, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. The thermometer slid in smoothly, and Iris felt the nurse's firm grip as she held it in place. The nurse's other hand rested on Iris's hip, keeping her steady and in position. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the tension thick in the air.

Nurse Carlton waited patiently for the thermometer to do its job, her eyes never leaving Iris's reflection in the mirror. She watched as the young girl's face contorted with a mix of discomfort and arousal, her body reacting to the intrusion. After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled it out and made a note on her clipboard. "Everything looks normal," she said, her voice cool and detached.

Iris let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension in her body ease slightly. "Now, I'm going to need to perform a visual inspection of your back passage to make sure everything is clean and healthy," Sally said, her voice calm and collected. "Please reach back with both hands and part your cheeks for me." Iris didn't think her face could turn any redder as she followed the nurse's orders. Nurse Carlton shone her torch over Iris's most private place. "You'll feel my finger now." And Iris did, the nurse's index finger gently, then firmly pushing into her anal canal. The nurse swept her finger round, clockwise then anticlockwise before withdrawing it.

"Seems fine." She said, "When did you last open your bowels?"

"Umm... about an hour ago..." Iris muttered.

"Well that's good news - I'd hate to have to give you an enema." The nurse sighed.