With a nod from the doctor, Nurse Carlton stepped back, allowing him to take full control of the exam. He released her breast and took a step back, his gaze never leaving hers. "Pull the gown up. Lie down," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "And put your feet in the stirrups."

Iris swallowed hard, her heart racing as she complied with his orders. The cool leather of the stirrups pressed against the backs of her thighs as she slid her feet into them, the cold metal of the table beneath her. She lay back, the gown covering her breasts and torso but leaving her body exposed. Dr. Wilson approached the table, his expression unreadable. He adjusted the stirrup, spreading her legs wider. The action was so intimate, so personal, that she couldn't help but feel a surge of fear. The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and her own womanly aroma.

He took the other foot, his movements methodical and precise as he secured her in place. "Comfortable?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine.

Iris nodded, unable to speak. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. She watched in the mirror as he moved to the side of the table, his eyes on her exposed pussy. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, and she knew that he could see it too.

"This will be a very thorough pelvic exam, Iris," Dr. Wilson said, his voice calm and firm. "It may seem invasive, but it's necessary for your health, and for my peace of mind as your employer."

With that, he positioned himself between her spread legs, his face mere inches from her exposed pussy. She could feel his breath, hot and moist, on her skin as he began his examination. His gloved fingers parted her labia, his gaze intense as he studied her most intimate area. The sensation of his eyes on her was strange, yet oddly erotic, and she felt a flush of arousal that she couldn't control.

His fingers moved with surprising gentleness, tracing the contours of her vulva, his thumbs pressing lightly on her clit as he inspected her inner labia. Iris had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, the sensation so intense, so overwhelming. It was as if he were mapping every inch of her, claiming her with his touch.

"Everything seems normal," he said, his voice brusque as he withdrew his hand. "Nurse Carlton, note that the patient has healthy discharge and shows no signs of infection."

Nurse Carlton nodded, scribbling something on her clipboard, her eyes flicking from the doctor's face to Iris's exposed pussy. Iris felt a strange sense of exhibitionism, as if she were putting on a show for the nurse's benefit. The idea that they were both watching her, both judging and assessing her, was strangely thrilling.

"Nurse Carlton will now take some external swabs." Dr Wilson wheeled back from the table and the nurse took three swabs: one from Iris's labia, the next she pushes into the entrance of her urethra, Iris hissed at the sharp sting. Then the nurse firmly swiped around the entrance to her bottom, before stepping away.

"Now for the speculum," Dr. Wilson said, his voice low and firm. "This may be a bit uncomfortable, but it's a necessary part of the exam. I can see from your intake form that you have previously been sexually active so we will run a full STD panel, as well as a cervical smear."

He picked up the cold, metal device, and Iris felt a flicker of fear as he approached her. He inserted it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror, his expression unreadable. She felt a slight burn as he pushed it in, her body resisting the intrusion before giving way with a soft pop. He spread her open wide, the speculum cold and unforgiving as it stretched her delicate tissues. He shone his torch around, "the inner walls look like a very healthy shade of pink, with healthy lubrication and secretions."

With the speculum in place, he began to take swabs, the nurse handing him each one with a clinical efficiency that seemed almost seductive. Each time he inserted one, it brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel her juices coating the metal, and she knew they could both see it, shining in the harsh light of the room.

The doctor was thorough, his movements precise as he explored her most intimate areas. He took swab after swab, his eyes never leaving hers, as if daring her to look away. Yet, she couldn't, held in thrall by the intensity of his gaze, the sensation of his hands inside her.

"Now, for the bimanual exam," Dr. Wilson said, removing the speculum slowly, his voice a low murmur of authority. He instructed her to lie back and relax, his eyes never leaving hers as he inserted two gloved fingers into her vagina. His other hand moved to her abdomen, his eyes flicking to the nurse as he began to palpate her stomach, pressing firmly as he felt around her internal organs. "Clench your muscles for me, Iris," he said, his voice a command that she couldn't ignore.

Iris did as she was told, squeezing around his fingers as he pushed deeper inside her. The sensation was strange, a mix of discomfort and arousal that had her panting softly. His eyes narrowed, watching her as he began to move his hand, his thumb pressing against her clit as his fingers explored her depths. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Now, cough for me."

Her body responded instinctively, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she coughed. She felt a strange sense of vulnerability, her body betraying her as she grew wetter, her arousal obvious to both the doctor and the nurse. Yet, she couldn't help it, the sensation of his hand inside her, the pressure against her clit, was too much to ignore.

He continued to manipulate her, his thumb rubbing slow circles around her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her. "Again," he said, his voice a low rumble of demand. "Cough."

Her body jerked with each cough, her muscles tightening around him, her pleasure mounting. She could feel her orgasm building, a delicious pressure that she couldn't resist. It was as if he were playing her like an instrument, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a caress that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're doing so well."

Dr. Wilson picked up a retractor, a tool that was definitely not part of a typical job interview. He spread her labia further apart, exposing her clitoris to the cold air and their combined stares. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense. "This will help us to examine your clitoris more thoroughly," he explained, his voice calm and clinical.

The retractor was cold and unforgiving, but the anticipation of his touch was almost too much to bear. She watched in the mirror as he leaned closer, the skin of the hood of her clitoris held back away from the sensitive pink nub. His gloved thumb hovered for a moment before he made contact, the pressure firm and insistent. She gasped, her body jolting as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

"Your clitoris is engorged," he said, his voice devoid of judgment. "This is a common reaction to stimulation." He began to manipulate the retractor, the cold metal pressing into her clit as he spoke. "Now, I'm going to test your Bulbocavernosus reflex." He tapped the retractor against her clit one more time before setting it aside and picking up a fresh set of gloves. He snapped them on with a sound that made Iris jump, her entire body tense with anticipation. Dr. Wilson's eyes never left hers in the mirror as he reached for the lube, his movements slow and deliberate.

"This is the Bulbocavernosus reflex test," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "It's important for us to understand your body's response to internal stimulation." He coated his gloved index finger with the cool gel before sliding it into her ass, the sensation both strange and intrusive. She felt a flutter of panic, but his gaze held hers, his expression unyielding, and she forced herself to stay still.

Once his finger was in place, he began to squeeze her clit, his movements slow and methodical. Each squeeze sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, her muscles tightening around his digit as she fought not to buck against the table. It was as if he were conducting an experiment, testing her limits, and she found herself eager to prove herself, to show that she could handle whatever he threw at her.

Her breath grew ragged as the doctor continued his examination, his finger pressing firmly into her g-spot, his other hand moving in rhythm with the squeezes of her clit. The pressure built, the sensation overwhelming, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep inside her.

"Do you feel that, Iris?" he asked, his voice a murmur of approval. "Your body's response is quite normal and shows good healthy muscle tone." He watched her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before he withdrew his hand, leaving her feeling empty and exposed.

The nurse, Sally, stepped aside as Dr. Wilson prepared for the next part of the exam. Iris felt a knot of anxiety coil in her stomach as he approached the table, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now, I'm going to perform a rectovaginal exam," he said, his voice calm and firm. "It's essential for a thorough understanding of your health, and it will also help us to assess your suitability for this position."

With a nod from the doctor, Sally handed him a fresh tube of lubricant. He applied a generous amount to his gloved fingers before asking the nurse to hold Iris's cheeks apart. The cool gel was a stark contrast to the heat of his touch, and she felt a strange sense of vulnerability as he slid his finger into her anus, the digit pushing past the tight ring of muscle with surprising ease. She could feel his finger moving inside her, the sensation foreign yet strangely arousing.

"Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Now, I need you to relax your vaginal muscles." He inserted a second finger into her pussy, the dual penetration sending a shock of pleasure through her body. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on his instructions, trying to push past the embarrassment of being so exposed and manipulated. She could feel his fingers in both her ass and her pussy, the sensation of being filled and stretched almost too much to handle. Yet she remained still, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests.

"Now, I need you to bear down," he said, his voice a gentle command. "As if you're pushing something out."

Iris did as she was told, her muscles straining as she pushed against his fingers. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that had her toes curling, her body arching off the table. His eyes never left hers, his expression a mask of concentration as he watched her reactions. With a final stroke, he withdrew his hand, the loss of his touch leaving her feeling empty and needy. "Good," he said, his voice still calm and professional. "You did very well, Iris."

The nurse stepped forward, handing him a towel to clean her up. Iris lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of arousal, her mind racing. The exam had been more than she had ever anticipated, a blend of humiliation and eroticism that had left her feeling exposed and yet oddly powerful.

"Now, I need you to get into position for the anal exam," Dr. Wilson instructed, his voice firm and unyielding. "On all fours, please."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she complied, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. She felt the cold metal of the stirrups pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thighs as she shifted, her pussy still pulsing with need.

The doctor positioned himself behind her, his eyes on her exposed ass. He took the lubricant and applied it generously, his touch gentle as he spread her cheeks apart. The cool gel was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, and she couldn't help but whimper as she felt his first finger enter her bottom.

"Don't make a fuss, Iris," he said, his voice firm as he began to explore her anus with a surprising roughness. His finger moved in and out, stretching her, preparing her for the speculum that she knew was to come. Despite the discomfort, she found herself eagerly anticipating the sensation of being filled, her body responding to his commands. He inserted a second finger, scissoring them apart to widen her opening. "Her muscles are quite tight," he commented to the nurse, "nice young firm grip."

The speculum was cold and unforgiving as it slid into her, the doctor spreading her open with a firmness that bordered on brutality. She could feel herself stretching, the sensation uncomfortable yet strangely thrilling. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. The feeling of the speculum opening her up, the way his fingers moved inside her, it was all too much.

"Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "Very good." He began to scrape the speculum along the inside of her anus, the sensation strange and yet oddly erotic. She could feel her body tightening around the metal, her muscles clenching as she fought not to moan. She could feel the heat of a bright light shining on her, making her exposure even more intense.

The nurse made a note on her clipboard, her eyes never leaving Iris's in the mirror. Iris felt a strange mix of emotions, humiliation and arousal warring within her. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she knew that she would do anything to satisfy the doctor, to prove herself worthy of the job.

With a final, lingering glance, Dr. Wilson removed the speculum and wiped her clean. "You can get dressed now, Iris," he said, his voice still firm but with a hint of something else, something almost tender. "There will be a follow-up appointment to discuss our findings."

Iris slid off the table, her legs wobbly, and reached for her clothes. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she slipped on her underwear and dress, the fabric a barrier against the cool air and their watching eyes. Yet, as she dressed, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, as if she were being denied something she hadn't even realized she wanted.