My fantasy (and also my nightmare) visit would go like this: I've always found it arousing to fantasize about scenarios in which I find myself in a situation where I'm in my Hanes white briefs, in the company of attractive women. It's a fantasy and also a nightmare, since such a scenario would be humiliating. I've had this fantasy nearly all my life but it has remained precisely that: a fantasy.
I go to the office for some type of exam. The women in the fantasy are women of color because I've always found Latin and Black women to be incredibly attractive. I'm 24, white and straight.
First, an African-American nurse, about 35, with thick curves and a gorgeous smile, escorts me to the exam room and directs me to disrobe to my underwear as she leaves I do so slowly, almost reluctantly, because I dread the embarrassment to come. She returns shortly. I'm in my Hanes white cotton briefs and a sleeveless undershirt. The floor is cold, so I'm still wearing my black socks and black leather wing-tip shoes. I'm mortified to be in my underwear, but I have no choice. She's very professional and is clad in a classic, tight, white, starched nurse's uniform. Her stoic demeanor makes the humiliation exponentially worse. After blood pressure, temperature and some routine questions, she departs.
After a while, the doctor enters. She's Hispanic, about 30, jet black hair swept back into a bun. She's wearing librarian glasses and a smart grey pantsuit with a lab coat. She introduces herself and begins the exam. She's a fast talker and tells me in a direct voice what I should do. She seems to be enjoying my compromised state. Being in my underwear next to an attractive, professional woman is bad enough, but she's 5-8 with 3-inch heels, and therefore, a aggregate inch taller than me now.
She departs to take a phone call. I wait. a moment later, the door bursts open. It's the records clerk - a petite Latina about my age (24) - with papers in hand, looking for the doctor. She's embarrassed to walk in on me, and stifles a giggle followed by an eye roll, as she hurries out while repeatedly apologizing. As if my visit is not bad enough, now I'm being embarrassed by the non-medical personnel.
The doctor returns and informs me that 2nd half of the exam requires a "chaperone," as per the group's insurance. She explains that its for the "benefit" of the patient as well as the doctors. She further explains that her nurses are all busy so the receptionist will perform chaperone duties. I immediately protest, but she puts me in my place.
"I don't have time to waste, today," she bellows.
"Consuela is qualified to stand in. There's no reason to be embarrassed," she promises me.
Enter Consuela. Beautiful; Venezuelan with an intoxicating accent, about 27, 5-7, pencil skirt, white ruffled blouse with 40D boobs like headlights on a Model T. Full-bodied blonde har that cascades, lavishes upon her broad shoulders. Ruby red lips; strappy high heels and a fire-engine red pedicure.
The two women seem to sense my embarrassment and they exchange muted smiles. At this juncture, I feel as I've been reduced to a public spectacle. As the women continue to quietly but noticeably relish my subjugated position, I feel like I'm being made a fool of.
Half of me wishes I could live out this fantasy in real life, while my other half hopes it never happens.