Days have gone from the meeting with the hooker. My ass has been a little sore but surprisingly fast it recovers. I have thought a lot about the meeting and what to do with the number she gave.
I do not have to think that very long because I have a message from that number in a few days.
"We are moving on in a private stage in our sexual life together. So now is time to make some things clear. I have a small group of people in my inner ring. In this ring, we have full thrust in every people. We avoid having sex with other people and if we do we only practice safe sex. In our ring, we do not have to use protection. We are all tested regularly. We use all the same lab and doctor. I have the results from the tests so I know who has tested and when. Also, I know if there is some disease involved. So you will have another message where is time and place told you for your tests. When I have the results from your tests I will take that as an indication that you want to be in our ring," she tells me in her message.
Soon after the other message comes. There is the time and place like she has told. It seems to be a small clinic at the midtown in one of the old office buildings. I think that building is quite empty of offices nowadays when they have moved to more modern buildings but seems that someones have stayed there.
My visit is for the next day evening. I am a little early in the town and find that place easily. There are a few staircases in that building ad I choose the B corridor where the clinic is. It is on the top floor of that six-floor building. Everything looks like from the 1980 century or even older.
I take the lift to the right floor and it goes up making some noises as old elevators do. When I go out of it I am in a corridor that has two different class doors with the class you can not see through. The other door has no names so I think it is an empty office behind it but the other has an old sign that has my clinic's name on it.
There is a doorbell and I push it. I hear a buzzing sound when the electric lock opens.
I go in. There is a small reception and a woman sitting there behind the window. I tell her who I am and that I have an appointment there.
"Yes, I have here a little list of tests that the doctor has ordered for you. We can go to the lab and I take them right away," she says and stands up.
This going smoothly. Maybe this is it. She takes some tests and I am out in a few minutes.
We go to a small room and she shuts the door behind us.
She gives me a little jar and tells me to piss in it.
"Piss on that jar in that corner where the toilet seat is so you can piss the rest in there that can no fit in the jar," she tells me.
In the corner of that room is old looking toilet seat. I take my penis out and start to fill the jar. I have drunk a lot so it is easy.
She looks the whole time at what I am doing.
"I have to be sure that the piss is yours," she says when I look at her.
She puts the jar on the table and covers it. Then she puts gloves on and takes a long cotton swab.
"Come here with that penis of yours. I will take the sample from your urethra," she says and sits on a chair.
I go to her and she takes my penis in her hand and sticks the swab in my penis about four centimeters and circulates it. It hurts but I try to take it like a man. I see her smiling a little so I think she likes what she is doing.
"Now you can you put your pants up and sit on that chair," she says and puts that swab to some bottle.
The chair is a big leather chair with headrest and wide places for hands on the sides.
I sit on it and she takes it down so that I am almost horizontal position.
"So many men pass out when I am taking a blood sample from them that it is better to do in this position," she says and moves my left hand to the handrest.
She takes a couple of tubes of my blood and then puts some bandages on my arm.
"You think you are capable to rise?" she asks.
When I nod she puts the chair in a sitting position.
"So there were the lab tests. The results take their time but we send them to you. If there are some foundings we also give you time for a doctor," she says.
I thank her and start to leave when she says: "Next we can go to the other room."
She goes out of the room through the door and I follow her. I already thought that I can just leave but now what?
We go to the other room and it looks like some bathroom. There is also a toilet seat and a narrow bed with plastic coverings.
"Take your pants off and lay on your side facing the sealing on that bed. Draw your knees to your chest," she says.
I am wondering what this is when I notice the enema bag hanging from the bedpost.
"Why the enema if I am here for tests about sexual diseases?" I think but did not start to protest. The nurse looks like she is not taking any protests.
I lay there on that cold bed. I hear her filling that bag. Then she puts the bag on the post. I feel her hand on my buttocks. She exposes my crack and I feel the nozzle going in.
Then the water starts to run in me. I jump a little for that and she holds the nozzle in.
I have cramps and then she massages my belly.
The water just keeps running.
To my fortune, the bag goes empty just when I think I can not take more.