I stood in the open door of the nurses' station and felt rather foolish. Coach had sent me here after I got hit by a stray tennis ball, but I was okay already. Perfectly all right. Well, maybe not perfectly; a dull throbbing still remained where the ball had hit me, but it was almost gone. Certainly nothing to bother the tennis club's nurse with. But Coach had insisted, so I went. Some insurance shit, I thought. Or maybe they were afraid I'd sue their asses off. As a matter of fact, I had no intention of suing them since my own clumsiness had played a major role in the accident. Besides, it would be too embarrassing.
"Hello? Anybody here?" I called and got no answer. I wondered if that absolved me of my obligation to see the nurse, but quickly decided it didn't. Coach wouldn't accept any excuses for skipping the check-up. Certainly not such a lame one.
"Hi! You looking for me?" A sweet female voice asked from behind my back. I turned and looked straight into the eyes of one of the loveliest girls I had ever seen. Sexy green eyes, beautiful, well-tanned face, framed by shoulder-length reddish-blond hair. A white lab coat hid her body from shoulders to mid-thighs and the only discernible features were two nice bulges on her chest and a small nametag proclaiming her to be Janet.
I could have looked at her all afternoon, but the expression on her face was already turning slightly quizzical. I guess she was wondering why it took me so long to answer a simple question. "Yes, I'm looking for you," I said. "If you're the nurse."
"I am," she chirped merrily. "Come on in."
I stepped aside and ogled her backside as she walked around her desk and sat down. She pointed to a visitor chair and I sat down. "How can I help you?" she asked when she had looked me up and down.
"Coach sent me for a check-up, but I don't think that's really necessary," I said.
"What happened? Did you pull a muscle or something?"
"No, I got hit by a tennis ball."
"Happens all the time," she said. "Where did it hit you?"
"It hit me in the crotch," I said and felt my cheeks go red. If she laughs, I'm out of here, I promised myself. But she didn't laugh; she looked genuinely concerned. "Not very hard," I added quickly. "I should have paid more attention, but I was looking at . . . ummm . . . I was distracted and reacted too late. Nothing serious, though. It doesn't even hurt anymore."
She got up and motioned me to the back room. "Okay, let's have a look at it."
"I don't think that's necessary," I said awkwardly as my cheeks went to an even brighter red. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"What's your name?" she asked suddenly.
"Jason. Jason Coonts," I replied automatically. "Will you report me to the principal if I refuse?" I added testily.
"You bet," she said sweetly. "And you'll be suspended indefinitely. No more tennis. At least not in this club."
"Wouldn't be the first time I get suspended," I said and managed a weak smile. However, the truth of the matter was that my boss played at the club twice a week and getting my butt kicked out wouldn't look good, to say the least.
The nurse sensed that she had hit the mark and smiled. "Look, Jason, this really isn't a big deal. We'll just--"
"Then why do you insist on it?" I cut her off.
"Two reasons. The club doesn't want to get sued, obviously. And your health is important to us. You carry some pretty important equipment between your legs and you don't want it damaged. And neither will your girlfriend."
I was tempted to tell her that my girlfriend had split two weeks ago, but bit my tongue. She was right, of course. Not about being sued, but about the importance of the equipment. So I got up and followed her to the small examining room at the back of the office.
"Take your shorts and underwear off and sit on the couch," she instructed me.
Reluctantly, I pushed my shorts and briefs down my legs, stepped out of them, and plopped my naked ass on the cool plastic cover of the couch. I looked down at my crotch and saw nothing the least bit out of the ordinary. "See? It's perfectly all right. No problem whatsoever," I said.
"Are you a doctor?" she asked, a bit annoyed.
"No, I'm not a doctor, but I know a few things about dicks."
"A nurse, maybe?"
"I'm not a nurse, either."
"Any kind of medical training?"
"No."