Appointment #6

Emma sat on the exam table, just as nervous as the first day. The butterflies in her stomach and her elevated heart rate had been with her off and on since she woke up. She wasn’t nervous about the procedure. She was nervous about her secret plan. She had stripped down to wearing only a shirt. She was going to show LT a little more than usual.

Emma had practiced at home with different shirts to find one that would slide down her back just the way she wanted. She also selected her sexiest bra and panties. They didn’t match, and LT wasn’t going to see her wearing them, but she wanted to leave the best visuals on display during the procedure.

On the way to the appointment she could feel the effect of her own arousal between her legs. She hoped LT would also get to feel it before the day was over. She glanced nervously at her clothes on the chair. Her pants were folded. Her panties were dropped on top in a sassy crumpled pile. Her bra was draped over the back of the chair, one cup and strap dangling in view. It was a rather provocative arraignment, not usually seen in the exam room.

There was a knock on the door and LT walked in.

“Good afternoon, 28” he said.

“Good afternoon, LT.” she answered in a playful way. “Are you all busy today?”

“Not really.” LT answered. “What makes you ask?”

“I’ve seen a new guy around recently, red scrubs?” She inquired casually.

“Ah, yes. A new employee.” LT explained. “He just stared couple weeks ago.”

“Does he… do procedures like this?” She asked, motioning her finger between LT and herself.

“Not yet.” LT answered. Emma was disappointed to learn this. “He is restocking, assisting, prepping rooms, and chaperoning.” LT noticed it immediately. The way Emma’s eye responded when he said the word chaperoning confirmed her interest.

“Oh.” She replied, trying to sound carefree, but giving away too much of her desire.

LT paused, looking at her, trying to figure out what she was after without outright asking her. He saw her bra draped over the chair back. She had not needed to remove that. She was clearly looking for a reaction.

He proceeded through the usual questions, and Emma gave the usual answers. Then he added one more question, in the tone a teacher might use when trying to elicit a confession from a guilty student.

“Would you like me to call a chaperone today?” He asked, putting her on the spot.

Emma froze. Her cheeks flushed hot before she could utter a single word. She and LT had developed an unspoken level of comfort around their awkward procedure. Now he was offering to go further. Offering Emma the chance to share her intimate ordeal with the hot guy from the hall. She was suddenly afraid of crossing the line between reality and her fantasies. As if on autopilot, with her clit doing all the thinking for her, she nodded her head.

“Yes. please.” She said quietly, in a shy, confessing tone of voice.

That small phrase spoke volumes. LT gave a little smirk, confirming his suspicions, and then pressed the button on the intercom. He stood there, watching her squirm, trying her best to manage a small panic. She was about to get what she had been wishing for. Was she ready for it?

It felt like ages, but a few seconds later there was a knock and in walked the hot guy.

“Just need a chaperone.” LT said to him. The hot guy nodded, smiled at Emma, and closed the door. He stood with his back against the door, placing his hands behind his back. He looked at Emma, then at LT, and then back to Emma. She was melting under a hot flash of nerves. His eyes, his gaze, his presence so close to her was throwing her off balance. She smoothed out the sheet in her lap just to keep her hands occupied. Avoiding eye contact, she looked down, and studied the way his scrubs hung from his body.

“When you are ready, you can lie back and stretch your legs out down here.” LT instructed, gesturing to the length of the table. Emma’s horny cravings had thrown her off the usual routine, and needed LT to remind her of the next step.

Emma carefully adjusted herself on the table, keeping her legs together and covered with the sheet as she swung them up into place. She centered herself on the table and reclined back. Her heart was racing like on day one, but for completely different reasons. She was about to expose herself to these two men in a very private and professional setting, but her body wanted to be very unprofessional.

As LT put on his gloves and adjusted the light, Emma tightly gripped the edge of the sheet. She looked up at the ceiling, doing her best to observe the hot guy in her peripheral vision.

“I’m going to begin now. Are you ready?” LT asked.

Emma inhaled quickly and braced herself. “Yes.” She answered in a breathy voice that surprised even her.

LT folded the sheet down to her thigh, exposing her to the hot guy for the first time. Emma’s short glances at him confirmed he was looking at her bare tummy, her bushy pubic hair, and the valley between her thighs. She continued her deep breaths, not knowing exactly how her fantasy would unfold. She felt the comforting press of LT’s palm over her mound, and he swayed her bush to one side. She knew the first hair was about to be pulled, and she did not want to repeat the vulgar swears she had blurted out during her first appointment with the older woman watching. Emma had more control now, or at least she hoped she did.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 the pain climbed up the scale. “Aahhhh…” she let out as the hair pulled free. It was a breathy exhale with just a hint of sound mixed in. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, trying to help the pain fade away. LT placed the hair in to the container and clicked the first lid closed, still holding his palm against her.

Without the sheet to grip, Emma dug her fingers into her tummy then relaxed them. She ran her hands up her tummy on to her rib cage, and then back down again to her pubic hair. She stopped short to touching LT’s hand there. LT returned with the tool, selected the next hair, and began to pull.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. ”Ayeaahhh” she gasped. Emma realized her nervousness and extra breaths were giving her outbursts a vaguely erotic sound, like struggling to keep quiet while engaging in a vigorous fucking. Those wounded fairy sounds when a desperate orgasm was just out of reach. It was embarrassing to be making sounds like that, but they made sense to the devious craving in her subconscious.

LT lifted his hand before swiping her hair to the other side. Emma rolled her pelvis up to meet his hand, trying to feel that firm contact as soon as possible. A quick look at the hot guy confirmed he was focused on her hips as she lifted them up. LT’s palm touched her and gently pushed her back down, and swaying the hair to the other side.

Emma rolled her head side to side, preparing for the next sting, and catching another glimpse of the hot guy. She noticed the way his scrub pants fit in front. She wanted to smooth those wrinkles away and find the one hiding his bulge.

LT plucked the next two hairs in the usual manner, and Emma answered each time with her newly acquired gasp. It was higher pitched, and more desperate than a moan, but in the same family.

LT restored the sheet back over Emma’s tummy, and then flipped the stirrups up into position.

Emma scooted down to the edge of the table. She was very aware that the exam table was placed diagonally in the room. LT was sitting on his stool in front of her, but the hot guy standing against the door was behind him, off to one side. It was now or never, so Emma gathered her courage. One at a time, she lifted her legs, set them in the stirrups, and then let her knees swing wide open. The hot guy now had a clear line of sight between her thighs. She was open to both of them.

While adjusting his seat and rolling tray, LT and the hot guy had a full view of Emma’s spread legs and everything in between. She hoped they were both studying her, and making nefarious plans. After a lengthy exposure, LT pressed his open hand to her vulva and swayed it to one side. He selected a hair and began to pull.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 “AAAhhhhh.” Emma moaned in a high breathy voice. She focused on the pressure from LT’s palm centered over her opening. She was certain the palm of his glove would come away with the glistening moisture flowing from deep within her. She had felt her own arousal growing when she had first arrived, and now LT was touching her wetness while the hot guy watched.

LT shifted his hand and swayed it to the other side. Emma responded by spreading her knees as wide as they would go. She wanted LT to make contact with all of her. As he pulled the next two hairs free, Emma continued with her new found squeal of desperation. The intensity was clear, but the skew towards either pain or pleasure was difficult to read.

When LT was done he removed his open hand. Emma did not watch, but she assumed he had inspected his palm for a wet shine. Emma kept her eyes closed, and her knees spread wide. She wanted the hot guy to get an unobstructed view of her parted lips and glistening entrance.

After a rather lengthy pause, during which she hoped they were both helping themselves to a visual feast, LT finally spoke. “Alright, we are ready for the last four.”

Emma opened her eyes and looked at the hot guy. She caught him looking down there between her legs, and then returning his gaze to her face. There was no disapproval or shame like the other chaperone. His look was friendly, admiring, and appreciative. Emma could now tell which fold of his scrub pants was more filled out. He was clearly enjoying the show.

Emma worked her way back up the table and then turned over to be on her knees. That’s when she noticed the wet spot on the paper she had left while sitting before the procedure started. The hot guy had been able to see it the whole time. All three of them were now well aware of her condition.

She backed up on her knees until her toes hung off the edge, then she lowered herself down on her elbows. This rolled her pelvis back nicely. Then she spread her knees a little bit for stability. She paused briefly, and then walked her elbows forward until her face was down on the paper and her arms were both outstretched in front of her. She placed her open hands palms down on the table surface, just like she had practiced at home. It was a very vulnerable pose, and it made Emma feel very submissive. She wished they would take advantage of her in this way.

LT placed a hand on her buttcheek and squeezed it to help open her crack. Right on cue she felt her shirt slide down her back and collect at her shoulders. Her tits were now exposed on the sides. In this position they hung down and accentuated a pointy shape, culminating in her nipples almost touching the table.

As LT pulled on the first hair she gently rocked her pelvis. It was an involuntary response to the sting, along with her anus and pelvic floor clenching. She couldn’t stop that from happening, and she didn’t want to. She just wanted to be sure both these men could see it happening. It was a naturally occurring winking of these ring muscles. Her holes were puckering up for kisses.

With each hair pulled she moaned, rocked, and wished they would touch her in a sexual way. She was giving them every opportunity and encouragement she could.

Emma turned her head and looked under her bicep towards the hot guy. She could only see him from the chest down. She wanted to run her hands up under his shirt and drag her nails down his chest. She watched as he moved his hands from behind his back, and brought them together in front of himself. He used this as cover to hide him adjusting himself inside his pants. He curled up the fingers on one hand a few times, working his hidden erection from a folded over crumple into a more vertically elongated position. Emma almost moaned out loud just watching him do this. Knowing she was having an arousing effect on him made her all the more horny, craving to be touched in a dirty way. She was face down, ass up, presenting herself to them. Why did they have to be so damn respectful?

“Ok. That was the last one.” LT interrupted her day dreaming. “Hold still and I’ll get the shot ready.”

Emma took deep breaths, allowing the rise and fall of her chest to rock her hips back and forth. She wanted LT to take his time, and give them both the chance to work up an urge and ravage her. She waited and waited, and then felt the cool wipe of the alcohol pad. LT slid the needle into her buttocks, dispersed the fluid, and withdrew it.

“Do I get a bandaid?” Emma asked quickly without showing her face. “Was I a good girl?”

“Yes, you were.” LT answered with a chuckle. “You earned a bandaid.”

Emma felt him apply the bandaid, but she didn’t move. She waited for his next instruction.

“We are all done now.” He said. “I’ll fetch the paperwork.” She lifted her head and looked back at them.

“You may get down now and get dressed.” LT said and he headed for the door.

Emma connected eyes one last time with the hot guy. His gaze was warm and inviting. His smile was comforting, and his lips looked yummy. She wanted to taste him, and swallow him. They left the room and closed the door.

Emma adjusted to sitting on the table, next to her first wet spot. She wiggled her hips a bit, grinding on the table before hopping off. She turned to admire the little damp spot from earlier next to the largest wet patch she had ever made. She wanted to get laid so bad. She got dressed just as LT returned.

Emma looked left and right down the halls as she left the clinic, but there was no sign of the hot guy. She assumed he was so worked up that he had gone to hide in a supply closet to relieve some pressure. She still had a couple hours before her shift started, so she decided to head back home and relieve some pressure of her own. The very fact that LT and the hot guy had remained professional and respectful throughout the procedure was what made Emma want them even more. If they were going to resist her advances like that, she was just going to have to turn up the heat.