Appointment #3

Emma sat on the table, sheet on her lap, swinging her legs. The information posters on the walls were so boring. They really could use an update to their interior decor.

A knock on the door and LT walked in.

“Hello 28.” He greeted her.

“Hello LT.” she answered. They both spoke as if nothing special was on the schedule for today.

“How have you been?” He asked, straying slightly off the medical script.

“Doing fine.” She answered. It was small talk, but comforting.

He proceeded through the same questions, looking for any problems associated with the injection or unusual skin reactions. Emma answered no to all of them.

“Alright, I guess it’s time to proceed.” He said, setting down the paper and pen. He put on a pair of gloves as Emma stretched out on the table. Without much thought about it, she pulled the sheet up to her belly and held it bunched up in her hands. Usually she stayed covered and he would fold the sheet down only when ready, but Emma was getting used to the process. She knew how much exposure was going to happen eventually. A little more time with her legs and bush showing was not a big deal. Maybe it was subconsciously a way to make things happen faster.

She stared up at the ceiling, waiting, and then she felt him. His broad hand pressed against her mound. It was steady, and comforting. In an odd way, this is what she had been looking forward to the most. She realized lifting the sheet wasn’t to make the appointment over sooner, it was to get to this feeling sooner. The feeling of being touched and protected.

LT used the regular technique and removed the hairs one at a time. Emma answered each pluck with an “AYEiiii…” or an “Mmmmrrph..” 1, 2, 3, 4. Into the containers they went. Emma let out a sigh.

“You are getting better at this.” LT said, trying to put her at ease.

“Or maybe I’m getting used to it.” Emma replied. She didn’t dare admit how much his touch made her feel better.

She gave him a partial smile as she scooted down towards the end of the table. The sooner her legs were up in those stirrups, the sooner she could feel his touch again. It was difficult to rationalize this desire, but for some reason it just felt good. When her legs were up in position she gathered and clutched the sheet on her belly. She made sure her view between her raised thighs allowed her to see when he was moving in close. By chance, her finger tips came in contact with the upper edges of her pubic hair. She curled her fingers through it as she gripped the sheet. It acted as an anchor to the bundle.

LT placed his hand on her vulva and drifted it to one side. Emma sighed with content. As he pulled on the first hair her pelvic muscles tensed. Also, her hand grip tightened, and pulled gently at the tuft of hair caught in her fingers. While the sensations were very different, Emma liked the idea that they were both touching her public hair. It dawned on her that she did not feel like a victim here, but she was a willing participant. She possessed the valued commodity, and was willing to trade it for some personal contact. That, and an envelope of cash.

Emma made it through those four hairs without swearing. She had found a heavy grunt to cope with the intense sensations. She was almost sad that those four were over.

She changed position to be on her hands and knees. She backed up to the edge, closer to LT. She was no longer worried about the procedure, and settled into a more relaxed frame of mind. She also allowed her belly to hang lower, curving her spine down. This rolled her pelvis slightly, elevating her butt cheeks and exposing her vulva a bit more. Even if he wasn’t going to touch her there, she liked being seen.

Just as he pulled on the first hair from her crack, her eyes caught sight of her pants folded on the chair. Her panties were poking out of her jeans pocket. The bright green and orange stripes stood out against the dark jeans. She was instantly worried that LT could see them. How could she have been so careless? Even though he was currently staring directly at her spread ass, exposing the secret of her underwear was surprisingly embarrassing. It didn’t make much sense, but him knowing what her underwear looked like felt way more intimate. As he worked through the last 4 hairs she kept hoping over and over that he was just staring at her ass and not at her clothing.

After the injection and the bandaid, she worked her way back to sitting. LT finished up his tasks and left to get the paperwork. Emma lifted herself up and hopped off the table, but to her surprise the paper stuck to her and followed her down. She reached back and pushed the paper back into the table, straightening it out as it had been. That’s when she saw it. She had left a big wet spot on the paper. It was so obvious. She now felt the wetness herself as she redressed. Her pussy was slippery, far more than previous appointments. It surprised her at first, but quickly realized the entire appointment had in fact been more arousing than traumatic.

She got dressed quickly, trying to figure out how to hide the wet paper, but LT returned too soon. He glanced briefly at the exam table as he handed her the paperwork. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. They both knew what had happened. They just weren’t discussing why.

Emma exchanged her paper for the payment, and rushed out of the building. She was certain he had noticed it. It was beyond embarrassing. It was humiliating. She was afraid he might think she was enjoying it all. He might think she was some sort of weird freak that got off on pain and humiliation. She briefly thought about quitting the trial to avoid seeing him again, but knew that was a bad idea. She would face him next week, and pretend nothing happened. Surely he wouldn’t say anything. As long as she could forget about it there would be no repercussions.

At home that night she showered and got into bed. Without any disposable income, her end of day routine had become fairly simple. Tonight, it also included peeling the bandaid off her butt cheek. It was the only tangible reminder of the appointment. Even though the TV was on, her mind kept wandering back to that exam room. It wasn’t the plucking that came to mind, but the moments when LT was pressing his hand to her body. It was not what she would call a fantasy, but the image of being back on that table, exposed to him, was a strong feeling. She thought about how he touched her. The glove, the firm pressure, and his presence so close to her nakedness ran through her imagination as she brought herself to the edge. By pure coincidence, she reached the plucking part of the memory as an orgasm rippled through her body.

It was confusing to cum while thinking about that unpleasant experience. The procedure itself was not sexy or fun in any way, but there was something soothing about him. It was not a passionate touch from a date. It was a clinical touch by a medical professional. It was sterile, but also intimate.

She rolled onto her side and tried to stop thinking of the appointment.