"We just need to sign a non-disclosure agreement," the pretty receptionist said, flashing her pearly whites at me.
I was putty in her hands. Like an idiot, I skimmed through the document before me and aptly signed.
"And this one too honey," she added, placing another lengthy document before me.
"urgh, yeah ssure...." I signed this one without a second thought. I guess you could say I was intimidated by her beauty, needless to say it clouded my judgment. I should've paid more attention, alas before I knew what was happening I was handed a white hospital gown and ushered into a small private booth.
"Okay, so just get undressed and I'll have the head nurse fetch you when she's ready," she left me feeling flustered. I could feel my pulse in my ears as I tried ever so hard to maintain the image of red blooded alpha male.
I didn't even get her name, but already I was fantasizing about her. She was tall, she was busty yet athletic. Her piecing blue eyes burned through my soul. I kept daydreaming and fantasizing as I disrobed, to run my hands down the nape of her back, to clasp her hips and to press that body close to mine. I imagined what lucky asshole got to see her naked, got to experience her. What it would be like to have our bodies entangled in post coital bliss.
I stood before the mirror in nothing but my briefs. I looked and felt foolish, feeling my cheeks burning. I quickly put on the little white gown and sighed sharply in anticipation of what was to come. This was my last shot, I was totally desperate.
You see, I'd lost my job roughly a few months ago. After my savings ran out, I began relying on the kindness of friends, which was short lived. Now, I was on the verge of being homeless. At first, my roommate, Brad, was sympathetic, even offering to pay my share of the rent until I got back on my feet. Unfortunately, this put quite the strain on our relationship.
Angela, his partner moved in to pick up the slack. In another world, it would have been me that 'got' Angela. Alas, Brad swooped in and won her over. I was the one that saw her first in a crowded bar, I was the one that approached her, offered to buy her a drink. It only took Brad minutes to barrel me down and overwhelm her with his display of machismo that just turned her into putty in his hands. It was over. He bedded her that evening and the evening after. It was torture, making love to my hand while he make love to her on the other side of the wall.
Soon after, they became an item. Every time I saw her, it stung. I'm sure she was oblivious. I'm sure of it. Angela was basically my dream girl; busty, tall, leggy, brown eyes with confidence, attitude and moxy. My god, I'm crazy about her.... Having her see me like this was utter torture. I must have seemed like less than half a man to her. Every time I saw her, I felt utter shame.
To my surprise, she actually offered to help. Angela suggested I take part in a study for male sexual health at the clinic for male wellness. At first, I was thrown aback and flat out refused, "Are you sure? It pays two hundred bucks per session! And if they like you, they'll use you again and again. The previous subject was used at least four times the other week," she said.
It sounded too good to be true. "Thank you so, so much! I can't believe it! I can't believe you'd offer to help me like that!"
"Oh of course silly! I care about you," she said before adding, "You're so sweet, you're like a little sister."
Brad snickered, trying to hide an obvious chuckle. But it's true, that's how she saw me, an emasculated effeminate broke weirdo. Oddly enough, being embarrassed before her only seemed to drive me crazier. In short, I wanted her more than ever. Knowing that it would never happen aroused me beyond comprehension.
As this was going through my mind, the head nurse emerged and extended her hand, "Good afternoon, I'm Nurse Elizabeth."
I rose, awkwardly shaking her hand, not quite knowing what to expect. She was a breathtakingly beautiful middle aged woman with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes and luscious pouty lips. Her scrubs clung to her body tightly. God she was tight with curves in all the right places.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and followed her.
She led me into a small Amphitheatre.
In the center of the room was another man, dressed in a matching white gown. "Hey bro," he said to me as Nurse Elizabeth instructed I stand next to him.
"This is Carl, he'll be part-taking in the study with you today," she said before adding, "If can just get you both to remove your robes," she instructed.
Greeting him with I warm grin I said, "Hey man, nice to meet you...." I suddenly felt very awkward, "Just out of curiosity what is ha-----," I was interrupted when the doors from above swung open as Nurse Elizabeth's class filed in. I counted twenty female nursing students.
To my mortification, Angela was front and center. She met my gaze and smiled at me, "I'm so glad you're doing this!" she said to me in almost a whisper.
I still had no idea what the hell I'd just agreed to, but I was soon going to find out.
Nurse Elizabeth began, "Okay gentlemen. Today we will be doing an in-depth analysis of the male organ. We will examine you erect and study your seminal fluids. This is the first of four sessions. Thank you for agreeing to take part. Very, very brave of you both."
The color left my face and it felt like I suddenly had heart palpitations.
"Well start with you!" Nurse Elizabeth pointed to me, "I'll just get you to disrobe."
My ears began to ring, it felt like I couldn't breathe. Suddenly I had become overly self-conscious about my body.
"Urm.... Excuse me?!" I asked, beyond terrified.
"Didn't you read the agreement!?!?" Nurse Elizabeth responded, practically barking at me.
I examined the crowd, twenty sets of eyes burning through my soul was beyond terrifying. There were muffled snickers and giggles, most of the ladies before me were beyond amused, some sitting forward in anticipation. Angela met my gaze and arched her eyebrows, she knew this would happen.
I must've looked so mortified.
Carl stood beside me, slightly annoyed that I was holding everything up, "Come-on dude! We don't get paid if you don't play ball!" he said, irritated.
I knew I was far from impressive. I knew what I looked like when I was nervous, cold and afraid. I looked like a frightened pale turtle. I certainly did not want a room full of women to see me like this, especially Angela.
Alas, I had no choice.
