Dr. Miller says “I’m going to check your reflexes now.” Rachel sees him take a little rubber mallet, and he taps her knees. He then takes her left lower leg in his hand to check her ankle reflexes. He loves how her silky smooth shiny nylons feel in his hand. He checks both ankles. All is normal. He checks her elbows and wrists with light taps, all normal.

Rachel is hoping that this is it, that she will be done and can get dressed and get the hell out of here. But her tiny glimmer of hope is extinguished when the doctor says “Now for the next part of your physical. The forms you filled out indicate that your last Pap test was about three years ago, is this correct?” Rachel, feeling her face flush red and her heart beating harder, says in as quiet a voice as possible to try and keep everyone from overhearing her “Umm, yes, that’s correct.” Dr. Miller replies in a not so quiet voice “The insurance provider requires all age and gender appropriate tests and screenings be up to date, and since I need to include a pelvic exam today, I will go ahead and include a Pap test.” Rachel, in a desperate attempt to avoid a speculum invasion, says in a low voice “I have a physical scheduled with my own doctor next month, and she will be including one, so you can skip it and I will have her send you the results to prove it.” Dr. Miller replies “We used to do that, and often the required tests and screenings would not get done for one reason or another, it became an administrative burden to keep having to contact the employees that weren’t complying, so now we just do it here. You provided the contact information for your doctor on the forms, so we will be sending the results of today’s exam to your doctor, so you won’t need a Pap test done next month. Maybe your doctor will decide there’s no need for a physical and will just meet with you to go over the results of today’s exam.

Rachel is almost in a panic. Her heart is pounding in her head, her face and chest feel flushed with embarrassment, knowing everyone outside her cubicle heard this conversation. Before she can think of anything else to say, the doctor says “Go ahead and slip off your panties and place them on the chair, you can leave your stockings and heels on, then have a seat back on the end of the table.” Rachel, realizing that this is it, there is no getting out of this now, slowly slips off the table and walks over to the chair in the corner, the sound of her high heels clacking on the tile floor echoing throughout the cafeteria, her back to the doctor and nurse. The doctor is side eyeing her tight as a drum heart shaped ass, her perfect ass cheeks split by her thong, her round, firm sexy buttocks on full display. Rachel hears the nurse gathering supplies from one of the plastic totes under the exam table as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her shiny red thong panties, then slips them down over her firm, curvy hips and ass, and down her stocking clad thighs and calves, then steps out of them and places them on top of her folded dress on the chair. She reluctantly turns around, her hands covering her bare, buttery smooth mons and vulva as the doctor reaches under the exam table to the second plastic tote. He pulls off the lid and reaches into it, and pulls out what looks like two candy cane shaped, stainless steel devices, with what looks like padded U shaped parts on the curved ends. As the doctor slides the long ends into slotted brackets on the legs of the exam table on the foot end, making lots of loud clanging noises as he does, she realizes what they are. Leg rest style stirrups. She has never been examined in those before, for all of her past pelvic exams she has always had her feet in typical exam table foot rest style stirrups that fold away when not used. She feels nauseous now, knowing her knees will be in those supports shortly.

The doctor steps back and says “Have a seat, then lie back and place your knees on these supports” as he pats the padded U shaped supports with his hands “and I will adjust them for you.” Rachel nervously walks over and sits back up on the exam table, and lies back, making the table paper crinkle loudly as she gets into position. She places her knees onto the supports. The supports only cup the back of her knees, her feet and calves dangle freely and the backs of her glossy nylon covered thighs are fully exposed.

The doctor says “I’m going to get your legs into position, I need your knees as far apart as you comfortably can, let me know if it’s too wide for you.” He adjusts each support, Rachel is so flexible her legs are spread obscenely wide, her legs up high enough to fully expose her completely bare and stubble free mons, vulva, perineum and tightly puckered pink anus. The doctor locks the supports into place by turning a knob on each bracket.

The doctor steps back and takes a pair of white nitrile gloves the nurse hands him. He dons them with a loud snap, making Rachel cringe. She knows everyone has heard all of this, including the snapping of gloves. They all know she is laying on an exam table, legs held wide and high apart, wearing only a bra, nylon thigh top stockings, and high heels. They know the doctor just snapped on gloves and is about to begin probing and penetrating her most private, intimate place. A place only her husband and personal doctor ever gets to see. And she hears poor Sarah next door being told that she will need a Pap test and pelvic exam as part of her physical today since her last one was almost four years ago. Sarah is told to remove her panties, she can leave her stockings and heels on. Apparently Sarah also prefers stockings over pantyhose like Rachel does. As Sarah walks over to the chair in her cubicle, the sound of her high heels on the tile floor echoes around the cafeteria.

As Dr. Miller has a seat on the rolling stool, Rachel hears familiar metallic clanging sounds as Dr. Taylor installs the leg supports for Sarah’s exam.