I stretched and smiled at the start of another working week. I felt the thin woollen dress caress my thighs above my hold-ups and around my flat stomach, brushing over the thin thong panties that I wore. Life is good -- a rewarding job and an exciting marriage.
My name is Michelle and I am a tall, brunette, South African-born doctor working at a private hospital doing health assessments. Having done service in the Accident & Emergency section of a busy, large city hospital, this was a much better option -- five examinations per day and plenty of time to write up the reports. No anti-social hours and every week end off.
I prepared for work that Monday at the hospital. As in all hospitals, the room was always slightly too warm. I either dressed in thin trousers and blouses or in a thin dress. From time to time I had to wear a white coat over the top but this wasn't required when doing these health assessments.
Today was just the dress which buttoned through the front with thong, thin 34c bra and hold-ups. Eighty percent of clients were male and generally middle-aged. They did not mind seeing a tall, attractive doctor lightly clothed.
I worked with Mike, a nutritionist and lifestyle adviser who always did the first part of the assessment on each patient: weighing, taking blood samples etc. He was good fun and we teased each other about the better looking patients, both male and female.
We dropped into our banter the acronym GLP standing for Good Looking Patient when appropriate and it was a source of dismay for Mike that it was only in my part of the examination that clothes were removed.
That Monday was pretty standard until the last patient at 4.00 with Mike, then 4.45 with me. Mike popped his head round my door at 4.15 and said that I would be very taken with the last patient, a male, South African GLP.
I was intrigued and looked at my notes -- they told me nothing useful about the client as this was his first assessment so there were no notes from previous examinations.
At 4.45 Mike showed him in and introduced him as Leon. My jaw probably dropped a little: Leon was 6'2", lean and fit with short, dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes. We said hello and established that we were both from Cape Town.
I liked him immediately and could feel myself getting damp and warm under my thong. In the introductory discussion I established that he was a qualified accountant but was not working as such in the UK. I asked what his current job was and he smiled, looked me in the eye and said "underwear model".
