My wife had an interesting experience when she applied for a state job. It was for the Secretary of State,basicly the DMV. They sent her for a drug screen to a lab relatively far away from where we lived. I was curious why we had to drive so far to this one lab, but she really wanted the job and who I'm I too complain. We drove 45 minutes to the lab, which was open 24 hours, after dinner, around 7:30 pm. The place was a little run down and seedy. The furniture was cheap and old. When we got inside, there was a young man, about twenty, at the counter discussing his drug screen that he wanted. Apparently, he wanted his own screening and paid cash, which I thought was peculiar. He seemed nervous and twitchy., I can only imagine why he wanted it. The lady he was talking to, took his money and ID and wrote something on a clipboard. She then quickly walked over to a door adjacent to the window and opened it and invited him back right away. She was wearing dark blue scrubs and was average height and a little heavy.
She saw my wife and I and said she would be with us in just a minute. She shut the door and we waited. My wife was not nervous and we chatted about the job and the location where she would work. Soon, the door opened and the guy walked out, shutting the door behind him. The woman reappeared at the window, which was very large, in fact it was basicily an opening in the wall, chest height that ran nearly six feet across. Shew motioned at us to approach. When we stood at the counter, I could see all the way to back wall of the lab. Desks and file cabinets were arranged against one wall. I noticed a jantior mopping the floor absentmindingly. I could see that there were two narrow aisles that led off from the main office area. The nurse took the paper my wife had and quickly looked over it. She asked if my wife had picture id and when my wife showed her dirvers license, the nurse clipped it to the clipboard on top of the paper. She then told my wife to leave her purse and jacket with me and go to the door. She was very curt and she rubbed me the wrong way, but my wife, bounced to the door as the nurse opend it from the inside.
I remained standing at the counter, holding her purse and jacket. I could hear everything that was happening.
Apparently, they just took a few steps to the left of the doorway. I could hear the squeaking of a chair on the floor and the nurse ask my wife to have a seat. She asked her full name and birthdate, I guess to check it agains t her license. I heard scribbling and the ripping of computer labels or the like. She then asked my wife if she had anything in her pockets. My wife said no.
"I need to check" the nurse replied and I heard the telltale sound of gloves being put on. "Stand up please," the woman said to my wife. I could hear everything as it was only six or so feet away. It was silent as I guess she was checking her pockets. Later my wife told me that she felt her pockets, front and back roughly. " This is a high security drug screening," the nurse told my wife," so I need to check you". My wife later told me that she thought that was it for the search, but it wasn't.
"Lower your pants and underpants to your ankles," the nurse calmly told my young wife. I couldn't belive my ears. I honestly thought I misheard her, but I heard the jangle of a belt being undone and a zipper being lowered, followed by the whisper of her slacks being pushe down. "Panties as well," the nurse admonished her. I could only imagine my wife striping from the waist down in front of this stranger. I must admit, I got turned on, but at the same time I felt bad for her.
"Now take on foot out and place in on the seat of the chair," the nurse demanded. I heard the rustling of fabric and the screech of the chair against the tile. Everything was silent for almost a minute. " I'm sorry about that, but the state demands we do that," broke the silence.
"Pull your things up and urinate in this cup. Fill it to here or it does'nt count." and then the sound of my wifes high heels on the tiled floor.
A few minutes later I hear her high heels again and the sound of the chair on the floor. "Ok, we will send the results to your employer, have a nice night" and that was it.
My wife emerged from the door, her face beet red. She avoided my eyes and quickly walked out of the lab. As we were getting in the car, I asked if she was alright.
"Well, she certainly got to know me well," and that was all she would say. I didn't let on that I had heard her disrobing, as I didn't want to add to her embarassment. When we got home she immediately took a bath. I suspected something had happened but she wouldn't talk about it.
Many months later, she confided that the nurse had performed a cavity search on her. She had penetrated her rectum and vagina while my wife was leaning over the chair with one foot up on it. She told me that the nurse was rough and had penetrated her very deeply front and back. My wife, being very young and naive, thought that it was normal. What made it more embarssing to her was that it was done in basicly a hallway that led to a restroom with no door. She supected that the guy moping the floor had seen it on the sly as well.
She had gotten the job and really liked it, and it didn't seem to bother her too badly, in fact we joked about it a little later in the year. I am fairly certain that the nurse was out of order and took advantage of my wifes naivete and eagerness for the job.