Sorry about any typos. I'll update and continue when I can.

The first glass door buzzed open. He second, of opaque white buzzed open almost immediately after. This one had SFSF stencilled on it. She walked into a smallish waiting room with several typical waiting room chairs. A glass window framed one wall hat looked into an office. He other walls were decorated with, well, it shouldn't have surprised her. A bust of a naked woman sat on a table. A painting of a nude on one wall, another of a tastefully framed pinup of Betty Page on another. A third picture was a charcoal of a woman snapping on a pair of exam gloves.

"Hi, Laura?"

"Yes. You must be Tom."

"Yup. Welcome to SFSF."

"Thanks." She took off her coat and hung I on a rack hat was empty. She pulled out a notebook. "No pictures or recorders, but can I take notes?"

"Sure. Let me tell you a bit first." He motioned her to a chair. "The Society For Sexual Friendships was conceived on an online discussion board. We're a co-op, if you will. We all chip in for the cost of maintenance, supplies, mortgage and whatnot. I own the place but its about people coming together to share their fetishes in a safe place. We have very strict rules--twice a year STD checks, no inebriation or drugs, that sort of thing. Last year we kicked of a member who showed up drunk. It wasn't pretty. He's petitioned to come back, but I don't know what the board will decide. May e with a steep fee. Oh, we have about 30 full time members and about 20 twice a year members for people who live far away."

"Yes, but what is his place?"

"Let me take you on a tour." He stood and headed out a door by the glass windows. They entered a long hallway, a staircase on one side and a door immediately on the other. "The stairs go to our locker room where we store our clothes and stuff. The other goes to the office."

Laura noticed that the other doors down the hallway had little flags outside the door, like at her doctors office. Tom stopped at the first door on the right. A green flag was out but he red and yellow wee against the wall. He opened he door to show a well appointed exam room. An exam table stood dominating the middle. A door went off on the left. Posters of anatomy hung on the walls. A sink and counter and cabinet were on the other side. On the counter were jars of usual do for stuff, but also one with condoms. Boxes of exam gloves hung on a nearby wall.

"So, you have, like, doctors here?"

"No, no. We role play. We pretend to be doctors and give exams. Although we do have anurse who helps with STD checks, cpr certifications, tutorials, how-to sessions. that sort of thing. but just wait. We have more than this though."

He lead her out the door. He opened another door to another exam room. This exam table was different, less traditional. It had arm rests that jutted out at angles, leg holders that shot into the air, a padded head rest. "We have four different exam rooms. He other two are in use."

Tom pointed to he last two doors, each had a red flag jutting from the wall. "In between these rooms are shared bathrooms, each with a toilet, sink, biddet."

They came to another door. Tom opened it. Inside was a couple of washing machines, a dishwashers, a couple of sinks, and some other cleaning devices that Laura couldn't identify. "Loaded with all sorts of cleaning supplies, including UV cleaning stations," he said, pointing to a couple of cases on the wall. He lead her out the door and to the opposite door. "Here's our prop closet and toy bin." He opened he door for her.

The light ticked on with a motion sensor. Inside was a large room full of... Of....

"Wow," said Laura.

"Most of his is donations-- from out members. But anyone can use anything placed in here."

Laura walked in and held her hand out as it brushed along a long row of scrubs, lab coats, johnnies, latex and rubbery johnnies, aprons, lingerie, underwear and matching bras, a couple of rubbery catsuits, and nearly a dozen latex or rubber nurse outfits. "Wow," Laura said again. She was surprised and awed by he variety of clothes. She had reported on many odd trends over the years, but she had never seen such a mix of clothing before.

"And look over here." Tom opened a couple of cabinets, revealing all sorts of medical supplies, sex toys, straps, gags, tubes, electric boxes, and things she couldn't recognize.

"Wow," Laura said again.

Laura looked ran her hands along a couple of terrycloth and silk robes. Under the handing clothes were some slippers of various sizes and shapes and fabrics. A few pointy stilettos as well. She pulled open a drawer and found various doctory implements--including some speculum.

Tom looked at Laura. Mid-twenties, with long dark hair tinted a faint red. Her soft white skin of her face was youthful and beautiful, a slender angled nose and bright red lipstick. She was of average height and build, with mid-sized breasts. She wore a dark blue skirt to her knees, black stocking, and knee-high black boots, a longsleeve tshirt that swooped down to show a hint of cleavage a simple silver chain around her neck.

Laura looked back at Tom. "This really is quite the array of stuff." She had noticed his charm. Maybe mid forties, silvering black hair, and surprisingly fit for his age--he lacked the belly most 40-somethings seemed to have these days.

"Thanks. Here, let me show you something else."

He took her out of the room and down the hall a bit. He opened a door to reveal a smallish space dominated by a large X-contraption in the back of the room. "For bondage," Tom said. He closed that door and opened the one on the other side of the hall. This one was painted dark red with black furniture of strange shapes and configurations. there was a table, a bench, some sort of chair with straps. Hooks on the ceiling. "More bondage. Not my thing, but a lot of people like it around here. nice to have some variety."

They stepped out of the room and walked down the hall to where it ended in a door. Tom opened it and they stepped through into a large lounge room. There were many chairs, sofas, chaises group in small areas. Art of scantily clad or nude women adorned the walls. A large TV hung on one wall. Another wall was blank, though there seemed to be cuffs dangling from a human sized frame. "What's that?" Laura asked.

"Oh, it's for human artwork. A lot of fun."

"Human artwork?"

"Sure, we paint their bodies and hang them on the wall for display."

"People like that?"

Tom thought back to his friend, a lovely beautiful girl. She did seem to enjoy it, especially since he slipped a vibrating bullet in her. "Yup."

Laura turned to him and stopped. A couple nuzzled on a couch. The man was awake, dressed in green scrubs. She lay her head in his shoulders and dozed, wearing a short robe that rode up a bit too far. "Oh, sorry," Laura whispered.

Then man smiled and waved.

Tom tugged at Laura's arm gently. He spoke softly. "We meet here often. The people here are great people. We socialize and talk and play games. Sometimes swinger style games, other games, regular games. It's a nice community. We sometimes play naughty videos off the TV over there. One of our patrons sells TVs and donated that one and the dvd player."

He lead her through another door on the other side of the room. This room was hot and steamy. White tile adorned nearly every surface. Several tubs sat off to one side of the room, sunk down a bit into the floor. Two tables sat under shower heads. A large shower area was off in one corner. All of this was completely open. "There's also a sauna over there." Tom gestured to a door. "But it gets too hot in there for my liking."

They stepped through and found a space with a tiled bench. "For messy things," Tom said. He pointed to some private toilets through a door. Then the slipped out of the room. A staircase went upstairs and a door went through straight ahead of them. "That way is storage, workspace, and some additional space we haven't made plans for yet. We have a plumber and an electrician who are members. They get a discounted membership for providing their services. Many of us chip in to help build and stuff. We all clean up after ourselves, clean the rooms, the gear, the clothing. We have a cleaning service that comes once a month." Tom chuckled. "One of the ladies who came to clean brought her husband and they joined."

"How many members do you have?"

"We have about 10 couples who come nearly every weekend. Another 20 or so who pop in once every month or two. There are a few who travel from across the country once or twice a year. And we have a few single men and women who like to meet up or play with other couples. I'm in that category."

"And you also manage the place?"

"Sort of. I'm the initial investor who owns the building. I'm a building guy. Real estate is my thing. So I saw a deal, got 20 people to invest, and bought the place. Took a couple of months of hard labor to get it up and running. We have a board of five members. One is a lawyer who made no guarantees, but he helped us to get the legal waivers and stuff taken care of. And set up rules. No drinking or drugs, no inebriation. Full consent, that stuff. But we're all good people who like to have fun and like to feel."

"Like to feel?"

"Sure. Who doesn't like a good orgasm? but sometimes it's about being touched, cared for, treated nicely. Come."

He took her up the stairs. They entered another large closet filled with bins and racks. "This is our wardrobe and locker room, if you will. People can store their gear here, though it's urged to keep valuables locked in the car, just in case. But never had a problem. This is all personal stuff. But the buckets are there for whoever wants to stash their shoes or boots or clothes or whatever."

"What about guests?"

"Sure. Every member has a few guest passes per year they can use or give away. They still need to fill out the forms and whatnot."

Tom took her through another door into a large room filled with beds of all sizes. "Dormitory. For people who want to crash here. A lot of people do. Through the far door are some bathrooms and my private quarters." Tom shrugged. "My building. I can have a quiet place if I want."

"What do you get out of it?"

"Fun time. I don't make any money. Membership fees defer the cost of the building and a pay for the mortgage payments. I don't make any money. SFSF is nonprofit; we even have the nonprofit numbers. Our members make donations and deduct it."

"Nifty. Can I interview some people?"

"Sure. It's pretty quiet now, but it will get busy later."

"So, what's it like?"

Tom eyed her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, playing doctor or I guess whatever."

"Fun. Both ways. As the doctor, you get power and control. And the patient, it's all about feeling, letting go."

Laura hesitated. Tom looked at her. "You have another question?"

"I... no. I guess, I mean. No."

"You want to try?"

Laura hesitated again. Then she looked up. "I'm just a journalist working for a paper."

"You could get to the bottom of the story. But no pressure. If you want to try something out, great. if not, that's totally okay. You can get a story through interviews well enough."

She thought. Would she regret it if she said no? "Yes." She blurted it out. "i want to try it."

Tom smiled. "How about starting as a patient?"

"Okay."

Tom led her through the dormitory, out a door, down a stairs that led back to the waiting room she first entered. "Wait right here, okay?"

Laura looked around again, then sat in a chair. A moment later, Tom came back out with a clipboard, a pen, and some papers. "I need you to fill out these forms. I'll check in in a minute." Then he slipped away.

So, Laura busied herself with the papers. The first were about privacy regulations of SFSF's part. Then there was a form about her consenting to participate at SFSF. She hesitated, then signed. The next was a health form. She signed that she had been to the doctor within the last year and was healthy of mind and body and free from any STDs. She signed after hesitating another moment. The last was a health form. She started in answering typical questions about emergency contacts, medications, allergies, and whatnot. Tom popped in. 'How's the paperwork? Any questions."

She sighed. "Um. No. guess not. Bit unsure."

"It's fun." He sat down beside her. "But if you're not sure, you can always bail. Let's have pineapple be our safety word. Okay? Say pineapple and we'll stop whatever we're doing. Okay?"

"Sure."

So Tom took the paperwork when she was done. A minute later, a woman opened the door. She was short, 50's, a little plump around the edges, but it made her soft and friendly. But, she wore a latex nurse's outfit. Bright white with a little red cross over her right breast. She had a matching hat perched on her head. "Laura? This way." She held the door open with a smile.

Laura stood and grabbed the notebook she was scribbling notes in while she waited. She followed the nurse. "Hey, did I see you in the... lounge was it?"

"Mm... I did fall asleep there for a while." Then she whispered, "After sex glow nap. Nothing better."

She led her to a door, opened it, and flipped a little flag outside the door. "Come on in."

It was the first exam room she had seen. A traditional exam table sat in the middle of the room. On it sat two pieces of folded clothing. "Have a seat there, Laura," said the woman pointing to a nearby chair. "I'm Patty."

"Hi Patty."

"I'd like you to start by filling out this form. Then you can pick what you would like to wear for your exam. Put your clothes in this bin here, okay?" Patty gave a wink and slipped out the door.

Laura looked at the paper work. Two identical lists. At the top, she filled in her name and the date at the top lines as instructed. Then she looked at the first list: "Things I want in my exam." the second list headed: "Things I don't want in my exam." A message read, "If you are unsure, do not check either box; your RP health clinician will discuss the option with you."

She looked down the list and checked off the basics--blood pressure, heart, lungs, eyes, ears, abdomen, the usual. She didn't know what some of them were: soundings? What was that? She left the orgasm by boxes unchecked. She wasn't sure she wanted oral, finger, dildo, vibrator or e-sim, whatever that one was. She checked no for an enema. Maybe next time, she thought, joking to herself. She checked anal sex as a definite no.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Hi dear." It was Patty. "Okay, let's have a look. Oh, not dressed yet? okay, that's fine. Any questions about that?"

"Umm, some I didn't know."

"Then best left unchecked. Tom probably won't need to do any of that anyway."

Patty unslung her stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. She wrapped it around Laura's arm and deftly took her blood pressure. "Wow, are you really a nurse."

"Nope. Just done this a fair bit."

Patty took Laura's pulse. Then jotted the numbers down. "Okay. Well. In the bathroom there, you will see a cup. Please get me a urine sample. Please follow the instructions. Okay?"

So Laura slipped into the bathroom. she used the wiped to clean then peed into the toilet, saved a bit for the cup, then finished. She wiped and returned.

Patty took the cup. "Thanks dear. Now time to get undressed. You can go traditional, paper gown," she said patting one of the folded bundles, "or more crazy. Latex Johnny." she patted the light green bundle. "I'll be back in a few to get your bin."

Still a bit unsure, Laura peeled off her shirt, letting her necklace tumble back to her chest. She folded it and put it in the bin. She took off her boots, and stockings and put them in too. She hesitated looking at the options. She felt the paper gown. Slightly scratchy. The latex was something new and felt interesting under her fingertips. She took off her bra as she made her decision. She unclasped her skirt, stepped out. Then, with a deep breath, she took off her underwear. She was glad she wore something a little sexy. A blue cotton bikini with a little lace trim. Not that anyone would see it as she buried it and her matching bra to the bottom of the bin.

Then she put on the latex johnny.

Laura found the johnny sticky and hard to put on. Then she found buttons down both the front, the back, and two on each shoulder. She undid the front ones and slipped it on, fastening it again. it felt... fun. Tight and kind of sexy. The light green was a nice color on her skin, she thought, as a knock hit the door. "Come in."

"Oh, good choice," said Patty. "It's fun. And you look really good in it." She picked up the bin. "Now try to relax and have fun. Dr. Tom is good and will be with you in a minute."

Sure enough, a moment later, another knock sounded on the door. "Hi Laura." "Doctor" Tom now wore green scrubs. He pushed a small cart in that had some stuff on it covered with a cloth.

"I see you're ready. Nice choice, by the way. I've looked over your paperwork. Don't worry, we'll stick to basics."

"Thanks."

"I want you to be comfortable. Let's start with some questions." And he asked her questions, about her life, her health, her family's health. He jot it down on a tablet. Then he started to ask her about sex.

"Oh, five months ago before my breakup."

"Sorry to hear about it."

"He was an ass."

"Oh, okay. So now let me ask you about..."

Sexual preferences, experience. Things she liked and disliked. It made her a bit uncomfortable as she sat there on the exam table in a latex johnny, in a weird building she was suppose to be writing an article about. But here she was. So she went with it.

"Okay. Let's begin with the exam."

Tom took his stethoscope from around his neck and held it to her chest, then back. Then chest again. Then abdomen. "Lean back." Then her chest again. "Breathe deep," he said. "Again. Again."

He looked in her eyes, nose, ears, mouth. He put on some gloves and felt under her tongue, between her cheeks and gums. He squeezed her tongue. He palpitated under her jaw.

His hands worked down her neck, touching here, gently pressing there. He felt along the back of her neck, her dark hair tickling her as he inadvertently moved it as he moved his hands. He felt along her collar bone. "Okay," he said. "I want you to hop down a moment."

He helped her down. "Okay. Stand here." He put her in front of a red line she hadn't really noticed before. "Okay. Stand straight. Then bob your head three times and look at me." She did so, feeling a bit self-conscious about her posture. She had good posture, didn't she? "Good. Now hands to the side. Right. Bend to the left. Now tot he right. I'd like you to turn around. Good. Now bend over at the waist."

She bent over, feeling a bit of blood rush to her head, her hair falling down. Then she felt the top most buttons on the back of the johnny be pulled apart by Dr Tom's deft hands. When did I start thinking of him as a doctor--she thought. He peeled the latex fabric apart and ran his warm hands down her spine, stopping at the last snap, right where her butt crack began. If all the blood wasn't already in her head, she might have blushed.

"Very nice." Slowly stand back up. He held her arm and left one hand hand on her back as he slowly guided her upright. Little stars swam about her vision. He slipped behind her and buttoned up the buttons.

Dr Tom had her squat and perform a few other positions. "Okay. Hop back up." She climbed up. He took out a reflex hammer and tapped just below her knees. They bounced. "Great. You look very fit."

"Thanks. I jog and ride my street bike."

"You wrote that on your forms. I hope you wear a helmet."

"I do."

"Excellent. Lie back."

She lay down on the exam chair. She felt the rubberiness of it. Don't these tables usually have paper-- she thought.

Dr Tom pulled out a drawer-rest to put her feet and legs up on. He tapped her feet with the hammer. he put it back on the nearby rolling tray. She looked up at the ceiling, pulling the green latex a bit further down. Or trying to, rather unsuccessfully.

"Okay, I'm going to check sensation in you extremities. You'll feel some prickling. Indeed she did. Some sort of prickle-device that he rolled up the base of her foot. Her foot twitched back, but he caught it. he ran it along her toes. "Ouch."

"Sorry. I want to check sensations."

he worked the other foot, and though it didn't hurt, it still wasn't pleasant. Then he worked her hands. She watched. It felt less prickly, but still not comfy. Thankfully, it subsided immediately. The tool was a handle with a spinning wheel, like a small pizza cutter, but little pinpoints sat on the edge. He did the other hand and fingers as she twitched the whole time.

"Good," said Dr. Tom. "Now, while you're there, we'll check the breasts."

She was at a slight incline. She sighed as the unsnapped the top two front buttons. He pulled back the right hand portion of latex, letting her breast spill into the open. She looked up at the ceiling again, away from her breast, unsure of what she should be doing. Dr Tom took her arm and lifted it over her head. He touched along her arm pit, palpitating gently. he moved over, closer to breast. Then he started working circularly around her boob, gently pressing deeply, making little circles with his fingers. He reached her nipple. He pressed against it. Then he squeezed it. Then he flicked it, squeezed it, flicked it once more. Laura was surprised by the sensations that were growing from there. She felt his hot breath on her exposed boob as he looked very closely at. Very closely. He gave her nipple a little rub around with his thumb. "Good," he said.

He went around the table to the other side, performing the same operation. He nipple was already hard on the left side as he got to it. His squeezing and touching felt good. She was surprised.

"Looks good," he said.

He walked away, leaving her boobs out in the open. She thought about closing up the latex gown, but decided not to. she wasn't quite sure why. He returned, wheeling the cart with him. "Okay, now we're going to start the pelvic exam."

"Um, oh, okay." Was this really part of it--she wondered.

He lifted her feet and slide the padded drawer surface back into the table. He spun some stirrups into place, lifting one knee then the other into place. She's never had this sort of stirrup before, only the heel rests when she goes to her other doctor. Other doctor--she thought. And then she realized she could see her. She flushed and felt her nipples go a bit stiffer, if that was possible.

Tom pulled a stool into position and flipped on a little nearby light. She looked back up the ceiling, if she didn't look, maybe it wouldn't really be happening. But she wanted it to happen--right? She heard the slap of gloves going on. A tube was opened a little pppbbfftt sounded from the tube. "Might be a bit chilly." Then his finger started to rub around her. It felt kind of good. It slid in. It felt good. It moved around a bit. A second finger entered. He pressed down against the top of her private area, the neatly trimmed pubic hair. I'm glad I trimmed this morning, wait, why did I trim this morning--she thought. The fingers continued to move a bit as she looked at the dotted ceiling tiles. It did feel good. Then the fingers pulled out. She heard a metal clicking and looked up. a speculum. Oh great. "No worries. Just a little open." And she felt it slide in as she looked up again. It clicked open and she felt the tug. I can't believe this--she thought. Why did I agree to this? Did i really ask to do this?

She felt something touch her. Dr Tom knew she would like it. Other women had. Instead of the pricking wand usually used for papsmears, he used a rubber-tipped tool. He moved it around, knowing she would enjoy it.

Laura hadn't expected that. it felt good. Real good. She squirmed a bit and sighed. Then the rubber was gone. The speculum lessened and was pulled out. "Is that it?"

"Not quite. Hold on."

She heard more lube squirt from a tube. Two fingers entered her. It felt good. Another finger touch her anus. She jumped a bit. "Relax. Quick check of the sphincters. Push a bit like you were going to poo."

She did. "Now relax."

She did. And a finger slipped inside her. The other fingers felt really good. The fingers from the two hands touched. and palpitated. Then the fingers all pulled out. She sighed.

The gloves were pulled off. She looked up. He smiled at her. "We're all done unless you would like me to check your sexual responses and health."

Did that mean what she thought that meant? But her pussy was warm and eager. "Okay. Do it."

He smiled at her. He stood, took something from the tray. He went over to her left hand side and slid something around her wrist. She almost protested, but he said, "I don't want you squirming off the table or anything. If you want me to stop at any time, say "grapefruit." Okay?"

"Okay... doctor." That was fun. She smiled and let him secure the padded strap to her wrist then to the table.

He secured her other wrist, then one strap across he abdomen between her belly button and hips. He attached four more, one above each knee, and one below each knee. She sighed again, looking at her wrists, knees, her exposed boobs and the strap across her abdomen. Dr Tom appeared in front of her. "Ready?"

She nodded. He took a small box and placed it next to her on the examination table. He took two cords and plugged them in. At the end of each was a suction cup. He put a bit of goo of some sort on each and placed them on her chest. He flipped a switch. her heartbeat thumped from the little box. It sounded a bit rapid to her. "Now you are ready," he said, smiling. He wiped a small lock of dark hair from her eyes.

He moved to stand between her legs. He put on gloves with a small "thwap" noise. He squirted more lube and began to touch her outsides, letting fingers slide around the foldes and groves. He played with her small fins and slid the fingers up and down, back and forth. Other fingers slide into the crooks between her legs. A thumb, she thought it must have been, slipped down, rubbing between her anus and her vagina. She craned her neck to see, but she couldn't see much. Dr. tom's slight smile as he regarded his work, gloved hands working. her head fell back. The ceiling. The fingers. She closed her eyes and sighed. fingers slid into her. Touch. Feeling. Wasn't that the word he used? She panted as her heartbeat increased. How long was he at this now? She tried to pull her hands to her boobs, but they couldn't. she sighed deeper. She wanted to move her legs, but couldn't She squirmed under her hip restraint. Her feet and toes curled. She could smell her sex now. Her head lolled from side to side. her hear beat--thump-thump-thump. the fingers sped up, then slowed down. Fast the slow. Deeper they pushed then pulled back to play with the outer lips, then deep again. the fingers curled up then deep then up then out then deep then out then up. "Oh," she moaned. The thump-thump-thump. The fingers. She flexed hard against the restraints. She moaned deep. Laura sucked in her breath, held it as waves of sensation thrummed through her. Again, again, again. Thump-thump-thump. She grunted. She rocked back, squealing a bit. The fingers continued and she tump-thump-thumped, flexing, moaning, for ages it seemed. Then she fell back, limp. Her heart softened. She felt fingers slide out from her. A studdering sigh. She felt the suctions taken off her. She looked down to see Dr. Tom wipe her with a warm, wet cloth. She sighed again, let her head fall back. She nodded off.

She woke up sometime later. Her wrists were released and her legs were out straight on the folding drawer. A blanket lay over her--a thick fleece one. But under that was something rubber. a second one, a rubber or latex sheet maybe. She squirmed her legs, enjoying the sensation. He pussy was still damp. She hadn't been asleep long, but she had been out. What was it that Pam said--after sex glow nap? Nothing better. Then she realized her hip restraint was still on.

She let her head fall back, enjoying the warmth and smell of the rubber and her pussy. A few minutes later, the door cracked open. It was Dr Tom. "Hi there sleepyhead," he said. "What did you think?"

"Lovely." She sighed. "I know why you like this place." She tried to unbuckled the retraint under the blankets.

"Here, let me help." He slowly pulled the sheeting off, giving her skin a small thrill in the process. He deftly unbuckled the strap. His hands took hers and he slowly pulled her up to sitting. "Careful. Easy now."

"Thanks."

"No problem. My pleasure."

"No, it was mine."

Tom smiled. "Come, I've got something prepared for you."

he helped her to stand, keeping one hand on her to steady her. She needed it. he snapped the two buttons together and with one arm around her, he led her from the room.

They went down the hall, through the lounge. Pam was there in her nurse uniform. She gave a little wave and a wink. They walked through and out into the bath hall. He took her over to a tub sunk down into the ground. He unbuttoned her gown from the back. They let it fall to the ground. She didn't care anymore. He helped her into the luxuriously warm tub. She found herself sitting back, reclined a bit. there were rest for her legs, bent. She found the position very similar to the stirrups from the exam room. "We designed and built this tub here. It's pretty nice. This button here for air jets. This one here for, well, for fun. I'll go clean up the exam room."

And he was gone. Laura closed her eyes and wallowed in the warmth. She found a cloth nearby, dunked it, and set it over her eyes, letting the water trickle down her face. After a few minutes, she turned on the jets, bubbles blasting at her. Then she was curious. The fun button? she turned it on. Bubbles and water blasted right up between her legs. Her eyes shot open. "Oh," she said. She reached to turn it off. But stopped. "Oh" she said again. The bubbled flowed and washed all over her legs, crotch, anus, pussy. She felt her lips pulled back by the force. Her hands slipped down, spreading herself wider, letting the wash take over. Her head tilted back. She breathed deeply. Sensation swarmed over her. Again and again it rippled along her body, through her body. Then she turned off all the jets with a sigh and felt quiet in the hot water.

She lounged in the water for a while. She didn't know how long. Two orgasms? Wait, how many did she have in the "Exam"? She couldn't remember. Even this bath, this odd-shaped bathed, was wonderful. Designed to be fun... the fun button. She chuckled and and sighed into the water.

"Hit the fun button?"

It was Dr Tom again. She looked up. He was there, still in his scrubs. "Yes. I know why you call it that."

"It took us a couple of tries to get it just right. Several of us worked on it for months. A bit expensive working with the fiberglass and all, but I think it was worth it."

"Who paid for it?"

"Some came from donations by one benefactor who really wanted it. Took some from our development fund."

Laura realized he had a very good view of her breasts as she sat, sunk down into the floor like this. It made her feel small even though he had crouched down next to her. She covered her breasts with her arm. "I've already seen them. They're nice. Let them out."

Laura smile and move her arms. "So, how did you learn that?"

"Learn what? Making tubs? Research mostly."

"No, the whole doctor thing."

"Ah, that, well, mostly imagination, knowing what will feeling good. Practice. I spent a lot of time online role-playing."

"No job shadow hours?"

"No, not for me." Tom chuckled. "But it's been done. I think Patty is going to run an exam with her husband. Want me to see if you can watch?"

Laura, a bit unnerved at the prospect of watching this, hesitated. "Um, I don't know." Then she thought, since I'm here...

"Yes, I'd like to."

"Okay. I'll be back in a few."

And he was gone.

She closed her eyes and thought about the fun button, but she refrained. And she noticed the water was getting cold. She was about to turn on the hot when Tom appeared through the door. He went over to some shelves and took a large fluffy towel from a cubicle and came over to her. He reached down.

Laura took his hand and he pulled her upright. She stepped up from the tub, a pretty large step, and he wrapped the towel around her. His hands ran up and down her back, shoulders, arms as he dried her off. He took the towel back and ran it along her neck, squeezing some trickles from her hair. It rand down her back, then up then down and arm, around it as he pulled her arm away. He wiped her armpit and side, then her stomach, around her breasts and up her neck.

It made her feel silly, she could do this herself. "You know, I can towel myself off."

"Full service."

"Okay." And she let him. It felt kind of nice in a way. The towel was soft and he was gentle, yet firm. He raised her other arm and toweled that one off. He crouched down and gently forced her legs apart. Her pussy was inches from his face. She's never even let a boyfriend do this, even after showering or a romantic candle-lit tub--which rarely happened. The towel ran up and down, patting her legs. He gently dabbed at her crotch. Her hair had dripped back down her back so she turned. He got the message and toweled up her back. She took the towel from him then and worked her hair herself. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Nurse Patty already started. But she said once you're properly dressed you can join them."

"Great." She wagged the towel behind her ear. "Where do I get dressed? In what?"

"When you're ready."

The towel quickly found itself in a bin.

Tom took Laura up stairs. She was naked and didn't seem to mind. She was normally a bit shy about being naked, but she went with it because, she thought, what the hell. There was the room full of tools and toys and costumes. She scanned the rack, feeling the rubber, latex, PVC, cotton. So many outfits. She grabbed a pair of pink scrubs and held it up by the hanger. It was a nice colour, she thought. But she put it back. Her hands went back across the clothes and stopped at a light blue dress. She pulled it off the rack. It was a beautiful light shade of blue, latex and stretchy. A white cross hovered at the right breast and other on the left sleeve. This was the one.

Tom helped her into ti. It was tight and tough to fit on. He oiled her hips, butt, breasts and arms. She slid right in. And it felt good. It amazed her how electric her body felt. Tom zipped up the back. She went over to a mirror near some windows. She looked good. The blue set off her red-dyed hair wonderfully. She pulled her hair back and turned a bit. Her body never looked so good--so smooth and curvy, in all the right places. "It's good, real good," said Tom.

Laura struck a pose. His eyes widened, ever so slightly. She thought, I can't believe I just did that.

"Shoes." Tom said. He went over to a cabinet and opened it. There were lots of shoes. Laura chose a small flesh-colored pair with a slight heel, not much. They were comfy and fit.

"Good?"

"Uh huh."

"That's all you have to say?"

Tom seemed a bit fuddled. She could tell he was turned on. There was a bulge in his pants. "Really good."

"Good. Now where's Nurse Patty?"

He took her to a door that was closed. A couple of plastic flags pointed outward. Laura didn't know what they meant.

"Okay, no do whatever Nurse Patty says, okay? And don't worry, I'm sure Bill will love to have two women work on him."

He wrapped with his knuckles. "Enter."

Tom opened the door and held it for Laura. She entered.