Dana, the blonde stripper in The Gold Star who was lap-dancing Dr. Henry Farnham, was being unusually friendly. She'd never used to give him the eye contact she was giving him now, which was getting him even harder than her soft bum could do, as she rubbed it back and forth along the length of his cock. Before, she would just grind on his lap, put up with his roving hands, and take his cash. Now...
"So, what do you do, Henry?" she asked when the song ended (she was still sitting on his lap). "You never told me before, I don't think."
"I'm a gynaecologist," he said.
"Really?" she asked with a bright grin. "That's just what I need. A checkup."
"Oh?" he said. "What medical problem do you have?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just want a general checkup. I wanna know: do I have any STDs? Am I developing breast cancer? You know, things like that."
"When would you like to come over to my clinic?" he asked, giving her his card. "I have regular weekday office hours."
"I'm not available during weekdays. How about the weekend?"
"Well...I could h-have you this Saturday afternoon at 3:00, but my nurse won't be there. She insists on weekends off."
"Oh, that's OK. Why should she need to be there?"
"Dana, for a thorough examination, you have to be fully naked."
"I'm fully naked now. You've seen it all. I don't mind." She giggled, as if she'd like to show it all for him again.
"The lighting isn't exactly dim there. I'll see you all in the bright light. You won't be uncomfortable about that?"
"Not at all. My body is still nice to look at, even in the brightest light," she said with a smirk and another giggle.
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That Saturday afternoon, Dana arrived on time. She was wearing a sleeveless black top, tight blue jeans, and high heels. Her face was brightly made up: thick black mascara, dark blue eye shadow, blush, and red lipstick.
"Hi, Dana," Dr. Farnham said. "We'd might as well start right away, so if you'd go behind the barrier over there and take off all your clothes..."
"Oh, I don't mind stripping right here," she said with a smile, pulling off her top. "You've seen it all, anyway."
"As you wish," he said, admiring her black bra as she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to reveal her black thong. Then she kicked off her high heels and took off her bra. He needed her to sign something on a clipboard, so she stood there in nothing but her thong and signed it, then gave him the clipboard and pen. "You'll need to take the thong off, too."
"OK," she said, then pulled it down, revealing her shaved pussy. The thong fell to her ankles, and she kicked it off. Now she stood completely naked before his admiring eyes. She giggled as his eyes went up and down and all over her body.
"You've never reacted so positively to my ogling before," he said, admiring the dragon tattoo on her left shoulder, which he could now see clearly in the light.
"You've never appraised my body so positively," she said, still grinning as his eyes went from her small but firm breasts to the little slit between her legs, then back up again.
"When hadn't I appraised you positively before?" he asked. "I've always told you how beautiful your body is." And since when does dim-witted Dana use words like 'appraise'? he wondered. My late wife had a vocabulary like that, though not a body like Dana's.
"Oh, I remember a time when you weren't so enthusiastic about my body," she said, turning around so he could see her bottom. "When you didn't like my former self. Shall we start?"
"OK," he said. I was always enthusiastic about her body, he thought; the only aspect of her 'former self' that I didn't like was her cold manner. It was my wife's body I wasn't attracted to, I'm sad to acknowledge, though I loved her as a person. Better not think about her any more, or else I'll start sobbing again. "It's very naughty of you to tease me with your grinning, Dana. I may have to spank you."
She turned around again and pointed her ass at him.
"Very well," he said, holding Dana up with his left arm and using his right hand to give her curvy little buttocks their first spank.
"Oww!" she squealed, then giggled after the second whack.
As the smacks on her bottom continued, she alternated between screams and giggling. His hand stung and reddened each cheek, but the hits delighted her.
"Oh!" she squealed in a high pitch, like a little girl. "You're hurting my little bum!"
"Very well," he said, stopping and letting go of her. "You've been punished enough. Please go lie on the table over there." She did. "Roll over and get on all fours, please. I need to examine your vulva and anus." She did as he asked, her ass pushed out and her legs spread out wide so he could see both holes clearly. She even put her hand on her right buttock and spread it out wider so her pink pussy was opened like a mouth showing awe, and her puckered, brown asshole seemed to be blowing him a kiss. He bent down to get a close look. She smirked at his roving eyes.
"Do I look OK?" she asked.
"Oh, better than OK, my dear," he grunted, fingering both holes to open them wider and feeling his hard-on hurting against the zipper of his pants. "You look amazing back here."
"Doctor!" she whined in pretend annoyance. "That's very naughty of you to say. I'm completely naked, and you're thinking dirty thoughts," she teased.
"An occupational hazard when I have a beauty like you to examine. Normally, my patients are chubby, fifty-something women."
As I once was, she thought; at another time, in another life.
He brought his nose closer to her cunt. "You even smell nice."
"Thank you," she said as he kept sniffing. "I showered thoroughly before coming here. I didn't want to smell bad for you."
"How thoughtful of you." He kept her labia open so he could get one last good look. "Everything looks OK here. Let me examine your breasts for lumps. You can stand up."
"OK." She got off the table, and he stood behind her; then he put his arms around her to reach for her pretty little tits. She smirked the whole time.
"I don't remember ever feeling lumps when you gave me lap-dances, but why not make sure?" he asked.
"Of course!" She giggled as he gave them gentle squeezes. She squealed when he pinched her nipples.
"OK, I'll need a urine sample from you now," he said, giving her a small metal bowl to piss in. "You can go in the washroom over there and fill it up. I don't need much."
"I can squat and pee for you here," she said, squatting and putting the bowl under her pussy. "I know you like to watch."
"Oh?" he said, then wondered, When did I ever tell Dana I like watching women pee? I've never told anyone that. I never even told my wife. I've privately watched peeing porn videos, that's all. It's possible my wife found out about that, but how could Dana have known? This is very strange.
Out poured her piss from her urethra, splashing against the bottom of the bowl. She looked up at him and grinned, happy to be pleasing him, in spite of how pervy she thought he was being as he looked down at smiled back at her.
She had a lot more to piss out, but she didn't want the bowl to overflow, so she held the rest in when the bowl had reached half full. She gave it to him and stood up. A little piss spilled on his hand as he took it.
"Oh, sorry," she said in a girly voice. "I got my pee-pee on you."
"Oh, that's OK," he said, putting the bowl on a nearby table. "It's an honour getting your sacred urine on me."
She giggled at that odd compliment. He took some tissue and wiped her between the legs.
"Thanks; I need to finish my pee," she said.
"That's fine," he said, taking her by the hand (with his clean hand) and leading her to the washroom. "You can sit on the toilet and finish there. Please squeeze out a little turd, too, if you can, while you're there. I need a stool sample."
"OK," she said, sitting on the toilet with her legs spread out and looking up at him. He smiled as he watched the line of gold pour from her urethra into the toilet bowl water. She looked up at him with the wide eyes and opened mouth of a trusting child.
She finished her piss with a few final squirts, each one accompanied by a girlish yelp and a giggle. Then she squeezed a little stool through her pretty brown asshole, giggling with embarrassment at the loud fart that preceded the dropping into the toilet bowl.
"Alright," he said. "If you would get up, please, I'll scoop out the stool." She got up. He had a small, tubular plastic container for the stool, and its lid had a fork-like stick attached to it for fishing out the stool.
"But you'll get my pee all over your hands," she said.
"I don't mind," he said bending over and fishing it out. "It's your holy pee, remember. Besides, when I clean you off in the shower stall over there in the corner, I'll clean my hands, too."
"My bum is itchy. I need to wipe it."
"Oh, let me, please. Get on the floor on all fours, spread your legs wide, and I'll wipe your bum." He ripped off some toilet paper as she got on the floor, pushing out her ass so he could see her asshole.
Lines of darker brown were visible on the wrinkly, light brown orifice. She looked back at him and noted his smile as he wiped the small streak of shit away.
After that, he had her go in the shower stall. She turned on the water while he took the soap and worked up a lather. She got the water all over her, from her shoulders down, and he got lather all over her, his soapy fingers probing her vagina and rectum with especial thoroughness.
She moaned softly as he slid his fingers in and out of her vagina and anus. When he rubbed the lather on her clitoris, she sighed higher and louder.
After rinsing her off and drying her with a big, thick towel, he brought her back into the main room.
"Please go sit on the examination chair over there," he said. She did, putting her feet in the stretched-out foot rests, while he got a chair and sat between her legs.
"I'm so glad you cleaned me," she said as he leaned closer to examine her vagina. "I don't want to smell bad for you."
"Oh, don't worry about that," he said, opening her labia to get a better look inside. "You smell nice, and look even prettier."
"Dr. Farnham!" she whined, grinning. "You're so bad! You must really like your job, getting to look at naked women all the time."
"Well, as I said before, most of my patients are older, chubbier women. To see beauty, I have to see you dancing at The Gold Star."
