"James?"
The nervous-looking young man looked up from his magazine in the waiting room of the Thompson Clinic and beheld Nurse Jensen standing in the doorway to the examination and treatment area.
"You are James Jeffries? Speak up, now, we are quite busy here." The young man, about 20, hesitated at the abrupt intrusion. He didn't want to be here at all, and was certainly not prepared for the commanding presence of Nurse Jensen.
"Uh, yes, uh, yes I am, uh..."
"Come along, then. I have a room waiting. This won't take long." Nurse Jensen crooked her fingers in an impatient beckoning gesture, and James nearly jumped from his chair as he hurried to comply. She moved briskly down the hallway and he almost had to trot to keep up with her purposeful strides. Her crisp, white uniform was a throwback to a time when an experienced nurse commanded respect as well as obedience, and it fit her trim figure perfectly--not a wrinkle or crease to be seen. Nurse Jensen was an attractive woman in her early forties with a no-nonsense air about her. Her blonde hair was short and efficient, and mostly hidden by her traditional nurse's cap. She turned into an empty room and sat immediately at a small desk at the far end.
Addressing James, she said "Close the door, would you? Good. Now, take everything off please. You won't need a silly gown. Then just sit on the edge of the table and I will be with you in a moment." She made notes in James's file, as he made his way slowly to a straight-backed chair that was in the opposite corner. There was a hanger on a hook, and he started with his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as if he had a way out of this situation.
Nurse Jensen took the phone and dialed an extension. "Dana? Yes, we're ready for you. Examination Room 12a, hurry now."
Moments later there was a small knock at the door, startling James, who was just placing his socks on top of his shoes. He still had his jeans on, and was just pulling at his belt when a young woman of 18 or 19 entered the room. She was very pretty, perhaps 5 feet tall and 95 pounds, with dark hair and an olive complexion. Her uniform was similar to Nurse Jensen's, albeit with her skirt hemmed somewhat higher, and she did not have a fraction of the authority and confidence of the older woman.
"James, is there a problem? Why aren't you undressed as I asked?" Nurse Jensen's tone made it clear she was annoyed, and she simply looked at James until he began to undo his belt and the top button of his jeans. Dana looked at the young man, having just noticed him, and not wanting to interrupt her superior, simply watched as he pulled down his jeans and laid them on the chair seat. Nurse Jensen was silent, clearly awaiting the young man's obedience. He seemed frozen until Nurse Jensen sighed heavily, strode across the room, and held out her hand. "Underpants, please."
Having no alternative, James slipped his briefs off his hips and down his legs, bending slightly to pick them up off the floor, and handed them to the Nurse Jensen. "Thank you" she said with impatience, as she tossed them on top of the jeans. James stood there nude, his hands clasped instinctively in front of his genitals, as Nurse Jensen addressed the pretty nurse. "Mr. Jeffries is here because his family is quite wealthy and they have paid a considerable sum to have his DNA secured to ensure the continuance of the line. This is in case of an accident or his death, or anything else that might prevent his producing heirs to the Jeffries fortune. Isn't that true, Mr. Jeffries?"
James stood there naked in front of the nurses, lost in embarrassment and confusion, and finally stammered, "uh, yes, I guess so..." "Right. Dana, please examine Mr. Jeffries as we discussed earlier today, and report your findings. Nurse Jensen went back to writing in the file, and Dana approached James, trying not to appear nervous.
"Please clasp your hands behind your back for me." She said quietly, without the air of command that Nurse Jensen had employed for many years, even as a young nurse. Blushing furiously, he obeyed the young woman, exposing his private parts to this stranger. Sitting on a wheeled stool, she scooted towards him until she was only a foot away. His pubic hair was light brown, and in the cool air of the examination room, his testicles were pulled tightly to his groin. Remembering her instructions, Dana took his penis in her gloved hands, stimulating him just enough so he became semi-erect. As her hands worked on him, the warmth caused his scrotum to loosen, and she took each of his testicles in her hand. This allowed her to complete her visual and tactile examination, noting the generous width and length of his member. For a fleeting moment she saw herself being impaled by the handsome youth, and she felt the heat of her own arousal building.
"Nurse Jensen? He seems fine, ma'am." The older woman wheeled around and came close to the young man, naked and mostly erect, and Dana pulled away from him at her approach. "Let's see, then. Oh, he is quite ready, isn't he? She took James's penis in her hand and squeezed gently. By this time he was very hard and awash in a sea of conflicting feelings. "Let's have him on the table then. Pointing down, I think."
Dana looked at the mortified young man and said, "James, please get up on the examination table, on your hands and knees."
"But I, what...Do I have to..."