By: Polly Patient

Melissa Thomas walked down Farragut Street holding a piece of paper with an address on it. She was looking for the medical office of Beth Lindsey, nurse practitioner. Melissa had just come from a job interview and was told to report for a pre-employment physical exam. She hated the idea of a doctor visit but she was from out of town and had to fly out that night. She found the address of the six-story medical building and walked in. She took the elevator to the fourth floor and found room 412. Melissa Thomas licked her dry lips and nervously entered.

The nurse's waiting room was half filled with teenagers and adults of all ages. Obviously Nurse Lindsey had a family practice. Melissa approached the reception window. The young blond seated at the desk looked up approvingly.

"I'm Melissa Thomas, I have an appointment for a job physical," said Melissa in a low inaudible whisper.

"Oh yes, they called about an hour ago," said the receptionist. "Are you here for a complete physical?" asked the receptionist looking through papers and forms.

"Er….No. This is an employment physical, just a check-up I assume," answered Melissa, feeling the start of a blush spreading from her ears downward. Melissa hoped and prayed that she wouldn't have to undress for a total exam. The young job applicant feared doctors and the poking and the embarrassing things they did.

"Take a seat, Miss Thomas, we'll be with you shortly."

Melissa took a seat opposite a teenaged boy of about seventeen. The door opened and another assistant stuck her head out to ask the young woman, "Melissa Thomas, you're here for a physical?" Melissa nodded and gave a low-voiced affirmation to the question, then cast her eyes down in disgrace. She just knew that obnoxious boy sitting across from her was leering at the thought of her plight. She nervously tugged the hem of her short skirt down. Of course he's leering she thought, aware of her own sexual attractiveness and innate beauty. At twenty-two, Melissa Thomas was a lovely 5' 6" brunette with an exquisite figure and refined features. She had on her best dove-gray business suit with an ivory colored blouse and matching pumps. But how much longer would she have her clothes on before being told to remove them for her exam? The very thought of it mortified the hapless brunette and she wished she could somehow disappear.

A nurse in scrubs swung the door open saying, "Melissa Thomas, come in, please." That person was nurse practitioner Beth Lindsey and she introduced herself to Melissa as she walked inside. "Well let's see," said Beth, "you're here for a complete physical?"

Melissa tried to explain that this was merely an employment physical, hoping there was a vast difference between the two. "I know it's just a routine check-up," said Beth, "but it says here that you haven't had a physical in four years. Since you're here at their expense, you might as well have a thorough going over." The words dealt a death blow to Melissa's hopes of getting off easy. She was sure now that her examination would be an embarrassing one. "You understand," explained Beth, "that I'll do the exam so you won't have to be seen by a male doctor at all." The words, meant to calm the anxiety of the young brunette, did little to soothe her nerves. What's the difference thought Melissa, I'll still be undressed and maybe naked.

By now the two women reached room 2. Melissa entered the clean white room. There were the usual medical furnishings and no windows. She stared transfixed at the examining table, which was beige with black upholstery. A strip of white paper lay loosely down the center of the tabletop. Melissa was feeling warm. Nurse Lindsey walked Melissa to the side where there were clothes hooks and hangers.

"Melissa," said Beth Lindsey, looking the cute brunette in her pretty brown eyes, "I'll need for you to take everything off and put this on." The nurse handed Melissa a gown and then left her to undress. Melissa forlornly removed her suit jacket and quickly moved to the buttons on her blouse. Undoing all the buttons, she removed it and hung the garment. Flustered and mustering all her courage, the young patient stepped from her shoes and undid the short little skirt that had attracted the attention of the ogling boy in the waiting room. Was it the skirt or Melissa's shapely firm legs that held the boy's attention. As she stepped free of her skirt and half slip, Melissa caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. In just her bra, panties and hose, the luscious young lady looked as captivating as any fine piece of ass anywhere. Averting her eyes from the reflected image, Melissa unsnapped her bra. The air of the room caressed her pouty nipples and brought them to involuntary erectness. Melissa shivered. Without waiting she rolled her sheer stockings down and posed for a moment in her final garment.

Melissa couldn't help admiring her own image reflected in the mirror as she divested herself of her brief white panties. She stood naked in all her pristine loveliness feeling wicked and abashed at her humiliating state of undress. She gave herself a quick appraising glance front and back. She smoothed the short curls of her pubic mound. Her hair was trimmed to accommodate today's revealing bathing suits and she was glad she had just shaved the night before.

With a sigh of resignation, the pretty brunette donned the sleeveless gown and not a moment too soon, either.

Nurse Beth Lindsey tapped on the door and stuck her head in before the knock was answered. Melissa was modestly attired by that time, if one can call an exam gown "modest". The gown had only two fasteners in back and both were half way to the top. From the mid-back downwards the loose flaps revealed plenty of bare skin. "Shall we get started?" asked Beth, who looked anxious to begin. Melissa nodded self-consciously. "I'd like to weigh you first," said the nurse waving her patient to the scale. As Melissa Thomas was being weighed, Beth pressed the intercom and said, "Doreen, room 2, please." In a moment the nurse's assistant entered to help with the examination. Doreen, a young woman wearing glasses and her hair pulled back severely, stood by for instructions.

"I'll be right back," said Beth Lindsey, "Doreen, take Melissa's temp, BP and vitals." Beth walked out leaving Melissa in the hands of her competent aide.

"Please sit on the table, Melissa, " said Doreen politely. Melissa climbed up and sat on the white paper which crinkled noisily. The aide applied the arm cuff for blood pressure and moved on to pulse and then temperature. "Lie back and turn over onto your left side," instructed Doreen as she shook down the rectal thermometer. She snapped on a latex glove and took up a tube of lubricant.

Melissa Thomas took the ignominious position and asked, "Excuse me, is this thermometer……?" She didn't finish her sentence but Doreen smiled and understood her patient's embarrassment. "Yes, this is a rectal. It's the most accurate," said the aide as she gently pried Melissa's buttocks apart. She held Melissa's cheeks open with thumb and middle finger spread wide and then carefully inserted the slimy glass tube two-thirds of the way into her anus.

Melissa was dying of embarrassment by this time and laid there for several minutes while the procedure continued. Beth Lindsey returned to find her young patient lying with gown open in back and thermometer protruding. Doreen finished up, wiping the gooey instrument and then reading the numbers.

"Hmmm, that's odd," said Beth, "Your temp is 100.2, that's a bit high. Have you been feeling all right?"

Melissa felt the pangs of guilt gnawing at her and confessed to a recent bout of constipation and stomach upset. Little did the poor young woman know that she was inviting a most humiliating treatment. "Doreen, get me a Fleet enema and warm it up a bit," said nurse Beth Lindsey as she prepared the exam table for a brisk enema treatment.

"Oh, please, I can just take a laxative when I get home," pleaded Melissa, fearing the embarrassment of an enema.

"This will get your temperature down so we can give you your physical," explained Beth as nice as could be. Doreen returned with a nicely warmed enema bottle. "Melissa," said Beth intently, "slip your gown off for me and lie back on the table." The words knifed through Melissa's brain like a death sentence. She was being told to strip bare, naked. Flustered and near tears, Melissa undid the back snaps and dropped the garment down her arms. Doreen stepped over to remove it completely leaving Melissa Thomas as naked as the day she was born. Melissa blushed and shivered at the nudity she was experiencing, but this was just the beginning of her humiliation. "Now lie back, please and lift your ankles," instructed the nurse. "Now bend your knees all the way back to your chin." Melissa assumed the missionary position turning crimson as she did so. Doreen stepped close to hold her patient's knees tight to her shoulders, exposing Melissa's entire anal area.

Beth Lindsey next stepped close and greased Melissa's anus with jelly lube. Beth Lindsey's finger wormed into Melissa to spread the lubrication. Then the slender nozzle of the pre-packaged enema was slid into the pretty brunette's anus and squeezed until its contents gushed into Melissa's bowel. Doreen rubbed Melissa's tummy and pressed enough to get something started. It was all Melissa could do to keep from dumping on the table as she jumped off and headed straight for the john.

In a few minutes Melissa emerged from the bathroom as composed as she make herself and was immediately asked to lie, once again, on her stomach on the exam table. "We've got to re-check your temp," said Doreen as she shook the thermometer down for the second time. Feeling totally ashamed, Melissa climbed naked onto the table and took the desired position. For the second time the glass tube was stuck deeply within her rectum. She prayed for this to be over, but Melissa's examination was just beginning.

* * * * *

Nurse practitioner Beth Lindsey walked into the room as Melissa Thomas lay there having her temperature taken rectally. Doreen, her assistant was standing near Melissa and withdrew the glass tube and read the numbers aloud. There was a mutual sigh of relief as the temp was deemed normal and now all was ready for the continuation of Melissa's physical.

Melissa turned over onto her back and realized that she was naked. Her gown was nowhere in sight and to make matters worse she was about to get her breasts examined by Beth. It seemed senseless to ask for a gown now. Beth began palpating Melissa's right breast in slow circular motions, feeling her for lumps and pressing to examine the firm mammary texture. "Any pain when I do this?" asked Beth. "How about your nipples, any discomfort or discharge noticed?" Melissa responded negatively. Beth's skilled fingers were now holding the nipple and tweaking gently to observe any changes. The insistent pinching was unbearable to Melissa as both of her breasts were now under assault. The distraught brunette tried not to respond with an embarrassing erection of nipple tissue, but her involuntary triggers were winning out. In a matter of seconds Melissa's nipples were hard and firm under the expert touch of her examiner.

"This is quite normal, Melissa, don't be embarrassed," soothed Beth, noticing the woman's obvious distress. "We're just checking to see if your responses are normal." Doreen moved closer to observe, with some envy, the delicate procedure being performed by Beth. Melissa moved uncomfortably and soon the probing fingers of Beth Lindsey moved down to Melissa's abdomen, palpating and generally feeling the young woman almost as one would feel a ripe melon in a grocery store.

"Now, let's scoot you down to the end of the table and have you place your heels into the stirrups," came the next order. Melissa was biting her lower lip praying this would not be what she imagined. Unfortunately for the attractive young brunette, it was exactly what she feared it might be, a complete pelvic examination.

Beth ran some warm tap water over a stainless steel speculum and Melissa seeing this cried, "Oh, please, is this necessary?"

"This is just a routine vaginal exam," explained Beth in her politest voice, "we do them all the time, nothing to worry about.

Ready?"

Melissa Thomas closed her eyes and prepared the humiliation of her young life. Beth quickly ran her gloved fingers over Melissa's vulva and spread the outer lips. Meanwhile Doreen was applying a thin coat of KY jelly to the movable bills of the speculum. Melissa felt the hard steel of the speculum enter her. She tensed momentarily as the instrument glided into her vaginal cavity. She gripped the sides of the table when she felt the speculum turn and spread its wings inside her. The speculum opened to its fullest extent and Melissa's sexual chamber was dilated to the diameter of a silver dollar. Any more and Melissa was sure she would rip apart. Another few clicks were felt and now the hapless patient found herself spread open to the absolute maximum.

Beth inserted a long wooden swab to collect a few cells from Melissa's cervix. She stopped and said, "Doreen, bring that light a little closer so I can examine her clitoris." Melissa died at the thought of having her sexual root intimately scrutinized and blushed anew. Beth Lindsey pushed the fleshy hood enveloping Melissa's clit back to expose the dormant morsel of her womanhood. "Melissa, I'm just going to check and see if you are sexually responsive," said the nurse practitioner matter of factly.

"No, Please," pleaded Melissa, not wanting to be touched there.

"Don't be upset," replied the nurse apologetically, "It is quite normal for a healthy girl like you to respond to this sexual stimulation. Just relax and don't be embarrassed. With Doreen looking on, Beth began fingering Melissa's clitty with the intent of arousing her and observing her reaction. In the meantime, Melissa's vagina was still fully opened by the speculum and the double feeling of vaginal and clitoral stimulation was overpowering. "See, her moisture is building," Beth murmured to Doreen. "Now I'll put some KY on my finger tips and pluck a bit."

"OOOH," squealed Melissa, arching her back and responding to Beth's slippery friction.

"Sorry, Melissa, just a bit more. I can see your clitoris growing in size, a classic response to sexual foreplay," said Beth studying the brunette's tumescence. "I know what you're going through, so relax and let it happen. Try not to be embarrassed, you're excitement is natural." Melissa was very stimulated by now and was getting dangerously close to orgasm and she knew it. "How are her nipples, Doreen?" asked Beth. The assistant leaned back to look at Melissa's nipples. "You might try a bit of stimulation there, too," suggested Beth, obviously enjoying her work. Doreen placed her finger tips on Melissa's breasts and felt the brunette's nipples until they, too, were erect and stiff.

"AAH, Ahh, oh, please," gasped Melissa, unable to contain her emotions. Melissa was now wiggling in the stirrups, her ass bouncing slightly to the rhythm of Beth's touch.

"Are you near to climaxing, Melissa?" asked Beth patiently.

Melissa couldn't answer, but the response was obvious. Melissa was about to have an orgasm right there on Beth Lindsey's examining table. Her knuckles were white as her grip on the table intensified. Her breath came in short spastic pants as her threshold neared.

Talking to Doreen, Beth said, "Here, I'll just give a little attention to her inside."

What happened next was a near explosion. Beth took a free finger and stuck it into Melissa's open quim. She felt the silky walls of Melissa's vagina and tickled around until the thrashing brunette could no longer stand it. Beth kept up her clitoral massage as well as two fingers into her pussy through the open speculum. Melissa's nipples were rock hard. Her delightful pink sex hole was about to cum. Melissa grunted and bit her tongue to hold back a scream as a full-fledged orgasm rocked her loins. As she came, Melissa's hips jiggled side to side. Beth's fingers were still at work until even she knew that the sexually aroused girl was blowing her cookies away.

Melissa's armpits were damp with perspiration by the time she regained her composure. Her skin had a sheen of attractive sweat and she felt thoroughly used. She felt, at long last, the speculum close and withdraw, but by this time her distended pussy remained open and dripping with sexual goo. Still, Melissa's exam was far from over.

Doreen rubbed Melissa's hand as the naked young patient lay there regaining her composure. Melissa felt ashamed and embarrassed over what had happened. Doreen assured Melissa, "Your reaction was normal. That's what we expect to happen." Beth added, "Melissa, your sexual responses are normal and healthy in every way." So saying, the nurse practitioner moved on to the next part of the exam. "Since we've already given you an enema, I can expand your rectal exam to include your colon." Melissa flushed with dismay at the thought of another intimately invasive procedure. Beth told Melissa to turn over onto her stomach saying, "I'm going to start you off with a routine DRE, that's a digital rectal exam. After that you'll feel me slide a lubricated tube into you called a sigmoidoscope. It's flexible and will allow me to see several inches up your colon." Doreen was already wheeling the equipment nearby and Melissa prayed for a merciful end to her humiliating torment.

Beth Lindsey pulled on a rubber glove and lubricated the middle finger. "Doreen, hold Melissa's cheeks open, please," said Beth who was about to examine the brunette's rectum. Melissa was told to spread her pretty legs, which were now dangling from either side of the table. Melissa hung on for what she expected to be an uncomfortable, if not painful, experience. Doreen placed her fingers on Melissa's firm buttocks and parted them. Beth found the young woman's pink anus and gently pushed her finger in. Melissa's sphincter muscles instinctively closed on Beth's finger making it all the more uncomfortable for the naked examinee. "Just relax," admonished Beth as her finger turned and felt the interior of Melissa's rectal sack.

"Take it out, it hurts," complained the beautiful brunette, as she squirmed pitifully. Doreen kept a close hold on Melissa's bottom cheeks as her employer continued to delve. Frightening images flashed across Melissa's mind; what must she look like.

"Just a minute more, Melissa, sorry….'" Trailed off Beth's voice.

At last the invading digit was withdrawn and Melissa gasped in sheer relief, for she was about to burst into tears. Immediately Doreen prepared the apparatus for further anal penetration. Melissa was beside herself with self pity. She could only imagine what was coming next.

"This flexible scope will go up your heinie," announced the nurse practitioner. "Doreen, will you get her into position?"

The perky aide pushed Melissa's knees together and said, "Please kneel on the table, Melissa, rest on your elbows and knees." Melissa's heart sunk as she took the horribly ignominious posture requested of her. She could think of no pose more humiliating and embarrassing than the one she was now assuming. Melissa shivered as she felt Doreen's gloved hand apply a thin coating of anal lubricant all around her opening. Doreen snapped the gooey glove off and stood in front of Melissa, supporting her shoulders. From behind, Beth Lindsey began to insert the optical hose into Melissa's distended anus. The first feeling was electric for the unfortunate patient. Melissa's initial reaction was to move her bowels and expel the awful probe. Melissa bore down, but the flexible tip kept going in.

"Ugh. Oh, oh, my," cried Melissa as she felt the tip enter her intestine. Now she felt it turn and snake to the left and right. Beth wormed the optical probe with precision and watched dispassionately as Melissa twisted and wiggled under the onslaught of the anal scope. Doreen held Melissa steady at one point when the young woman's upturned ass rose and trembled vigorously as the instrument bottomed out deep within her bowels. Now came the painstakingly slow retrieval process as the slimy tube oozed its way around the turns and bends in Melissa's colon. Melissa contemplated her unseemly pose on the table, naked and fully exposed, as the wiggly hose eased out of her hind end with juicy sounds. How embarrassing to have Beth wipe the excess KY from her goo smeared hole. Utterly debased by the demeaning treatment, Melissa collapsed on the table, totally exhausted. Her ass was sore, her breasts ached and her pussy throbbed.

Melissa Thomas received a clean bill of health from Nurse Beth and her employment forms were signed off. Melissa started work two days later. The memory of her excruciating exam remained with her for a long time.