Jemina Mena was sitting in Dr. Brock U.R. Pym's waiting room, shaking and fidgeting. Had her luck finally run out? Had she fucked one john too many? Had she caught an STD? She was always cautious, always particular about her clients using condoms (though she hated the feel of them, separating her vaginal walls from all that luscious cock), so she should have been safe, but what if...?
Oh, hurry up in there! she thought; that woman's been with the doctor for twenty minutes now. Surely she's just about done with him by now. I can't wait any longer! I've gotta know if I've caught anything. The suspense is killing me!
The nurse walked out of the examination room, but she was wearing a jacket. She walked out of the clinic.
Where's she going? Jemina wondered; Bitch, I'm next! C'mon!
The woman before her finally left the examination room. Jemina couldn't stand it anymore. She got up.
I'm dressed appropriately, she thought, looking at herself in a mirror next to the door of the examination room, and fixing her wavy black hair, which flowed down just below her shoulders.
To understand what she meant by 'dressed appropriately', one only needed to see what she saw in that mirror, and to remember that her doctor was a (presumably straight) male: she was wearing a tight red dress that came down just below her ass by a few inches, black high heels, a matching lace bra and thong, and bright, heavy makeup, including dark red lipstick. Added to that, she'd thoroughly cleaned her pussy and asshole, inside and out. To top it all off, her big, silicone tits would surely please the doctor. He would be charmed enough to examine her even though it was around the time for his and his nurse's lunch break.
And if he liked what he saw, and assuming she had no STDs, she might have a new client. And if she liked what SHE saw, she'd be happy to offer him her...services.
She barged in the examination room. "I'm next, Doctor," she said. Speaking of liking what one saw...
The handsome thirty-something man had just taken off his white coat. He was wearing a navy blue suit and tie.
There's something about a man wearing Armani, she thought, biting her lip as she looked him up and down, mirroring his ogling of her, which he quickly snapped out of in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," he said...and indeed, he was regretful of what he was about to say. "I can examine you after lunchtime. My nurse isn't here to assist me."
"We don't need her," Jemina said, unzipping her dress at the back. "I don't mind you examining my body without her."
"You're OK...with being undressed...in front of a man...with no nurse present?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, letting the dress drop to her feet so he could see her in her black underwear. "I'm used to strange men seeing me naked. I make money from it." She unclipped her bra.
"You're a p-prostitute?" He hoped his boner wasn't showing. You little bad girl, he thought.
"That, and a stripper." The bra came off with a titty wiggle. "A lap dancer. I don't mind if you get turned on. I'm used to it. In fact, if you weren't turned on, I'd feel insulted." She dropped her bra on the floor and slid her thumbs in her thong at the hips, ready to pull them down.
Nurse Bellamy won't be back till one, he thought; I just might get away with this.
She pulled down the thong to reveal a Brazilian wax and no tan lines. She kicked the thong aside, then slipped her feet out of her high heels. Completely naked before him, she turned around so he could see her ass, then looking back at him to see his reaction, she gave it a shake.
"That's...quite a t-tan you have, Ms...Mena?" he asked in pants, checking her name on his files.
"Yeah," she said, grinning as she turned back around so he could see her tits and crotch again. "I'm darker than an Indian from New Delhi, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are, my Rani," he sighed. If only you'd kept the high heels on, he thought.
"Thank you," she said with a grin, noting the twinkle of lust in his eyes. "Can you get a good look at my vagina and anus, please?" She turned around again and bent over, with her legs spread out, so he could see. "I'm worried about STDs."
"OK," he panted, stepping closer to her. Bad girl, he thought.
She held her buttocks open wide so both holes were even better seen. Looking at him upside-down from between her legs, she saw his face just inches from her ass.
"I cleaned myself thoroughly for you, so I should smell OK," she said, seeing the smirk on his face.
"Well, that was...thoughtful...of you."
"Just so you know, if you like what you see, and assuming I have no STDs, a straight lay is $200, anal is three, a blow job is one, and it's a thousand to have me for the whole night, everything included, within reason, if you know what I mean. No whips, chains, or weird stuff, like peeing or shitting on me. Spankings are OK, though."
"I see." I divorced my wife, Cecilia, over circumstances similar to those I could have with this girl, he thought; I find there to be a strange kind of honesty in a relationship with a prostitute. We both give each other what we want or need, without any pretence of love. If Ms. Mena has no STDs...and so far, I see no herpes or anything like that on her anus or genitals...I may find myself in an encounter with her soon enough. My ex-wife remarried, so I don't have to pay alimony anymore...this offer of Jemina's is tempting.
She noticed the bulge in his pants. "In a minute, I'll give you my card. It has the address to the strip joint where I do lap dances. Do you know where 'Hennessy's' is?"
"Yes, I know that one," he said, staring in awe at the beauty of her perfectly purple-pink cunt, and the chocolately brown swirl of wrinkles on her asshole.
He got blood and urine samples from her. She was willing to squat and pee in a bowl in front of him, and she even offered to let him clean her vagina in a small shower stall in the corner of the examination room, but he, looking at the clock and worrying about an early return of his nurse from lunch, declined, as enjoyable as washing that pussy would have been.
After a thorough examination of her breasts, vagina, and anus, she was ready to get dressed and leave. It was 12:56. She just walked around totally nude, looking around the room, pretending to be curious about all his equipment.
"Ms. Mena," he said. "We're finished. You can get dressed now."
"I don't mind letting you look at my body," she said, turning around so he could see her frontal nudity again. "Aren't you enjoying this?" She gestured to her T and A.
"Yes, but Nurse Bellamy will be here any time now. If she sees you nude with me, I'll have some explaining to do. She is supposed to be present with every disrobed patient I have, and you being...so..."
"Yummy?" she asked with a lewd grin, then approached him and stroked his hard-on.
"Yeah," he grunted, then sat down. She sat on his hard-on. She rubbed her ass against it, then leaned back and let him get a whiff of her perfume-smelling hair. "You little...bad girl."
"This is what my lap dances are like," she purred.
He could hear the voice of his nurse from the other room, her talking to his receptionist. "Quick! Get dressed, or I'm dead."
She got up and ran over to where her clothes were. She picked up her thong and lifted a leg to put it on.
"Never mind your undies," he said. "Put your dress on."
"OK," she said, grabbing her dress. "Take it easy."
When she had it on, she put her underwear in her purse, then took out her name card, put on her heels, and walked over to him.
'Here's my name card," she said, handing it to him. "Check my cellphone number, and the address of Hennessy's."
"OK, thanks," he said.
