You watch as the door closes behind the nurse who lead you to the room, the audible click of the door seeming impossibly loud in the room, though how you hear it over your heart beat you couldn't come up with a reason if your life depended on it. Swallowing you look around the room. Ok so it's nothing special, typical doctors exam room. Sink, cupboards, table, blinded window, equipment on the wall, and of course the picture that someone bought to try and make the room look more comfortable when really it just makes you wonder where they got their taste in art from. But really, the room is just a distraction, and you know it, anything to keep you from grabbing the door knob and running practically screaming from the office. Yet part of you would never let you do that. You are too excited. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach, which only adds to the wetness you feel between your legs.

Trying to see out the window blinds you think you hear someone coming. You jump back and hear the blinds make a crinkle noise as they snap back into place. You hold your breath, and wait...nothing. Slowly releasing your breath you look around the room and grab an out dated magazine. Doesn't matter though, it's not like you are actually going to read it, you just need to keep your hands busy. As you flip through the pages you see some medical add and you instantly think of the website.

You weren't sure when you had gotten into the medical fetish or really what made you have butterflies the moment a doctor walked into the room to examine you, but you found out there was much more involved than you ever imagined possible. Oh sure there was the typical following doctors orders, and maybe the idea that their hands and eyes could literally go everywhere, but searching you found there were more tools, more tricks, and each time you found out something new, you craved to find out what it was like. Your eyes leave the magazine and scan the instruments you can see, out on the mini counter, and the drawers with labels, some of them you know what they are, others you are half tempted to see if you can pull them open and look inside. After all, you want to know what might be in store for you...or do you? All the stories, all the videos flash through your mind so fast you could swear the room was spinning. If you knew what was coming, would it make it easier...or harder?

Chewing on your bottom lip you look at the drawers, then the door. Would you even have enough time? How would you explain it if someone walked in and caught you? Would they hear you slam the drawer and dive for the exam table after they knocked on the door? You smirk, your luck you'd miss the table or jump so fast your head would run smack into the wall on the other side...now that would put an entirely new spin on your meeting.

Meeting...meeting... maybe you should have gone for the traditional coffee first 'meet and greet' instead of diving in. Sure you've talked to the man for what seemed like ages, but that doesn't stop your heart from racing at the thought that you are on his home turf, offering up yourself for his...examinations. Not to mention it was night, after his offices were technically closed. Though it was the best time to not interfere with anything, and could give you the time to be more alone...

Your face goes beat red, the nurse you saw earlier when you thought maybe, just maybe, she knew what was going on, must definitely know. Maybe you should just leave, inch out into the hallway and sneak away to lick your wounds. You lean back, and the back of your head hits some cords and instruments. Gawd you hope you didn't break anything or make anything fall. When nothing falls to the table beside you, releasing a breath you curse silently, wondering why in the world they would put all that crap on the wall right where you totally want to lean on it. Ok so granted it has its purposes, but still!

You look at your cell phone. It's only been about 15 min but you start to wonder if perhaps your "doctor" has had cold feet. Looking back at your cell you flip through some of the text messages you still have on your phone. Smiling particularly at one when you suggested he come over to even just watch a movie and he can bring his stethoscope, he responded, that if he brought his stethoscope he would be focusing on you and not the movie....no he didn't have cold feet. Though maybe he was giving you the window to change your mind, give you those few moments before finally walking in, where you can run. The sensible side of you says you should, that this was weird, but you kick that sensible side in the ass and place it far in the back of your mind.

Knocking on the door echoes in the room. Your heart stops beating as you look at the door. This was it...