I was so nervous, sitting there in my skirt and blouse, Phillip's hand running up my thigh in an effort to both taunt and comfort me. I was terrified and he knew it, the slight grin on his face verifying it whenever I happened to find the courage to look up. I didn't want to be here, to be doing this, but at the same time I could feel the moisture leak from my lower lips and begin to soak my panties. I'm sure he knew as well. He always did.
As the nurse called my name, I didn't want to stand. My knees were weak, my stomach turning. Nevertheless, you rose first, pulling me up by my hand and leading me through the door and into the more clinical side of the office. It always smelled like alcohol in those places, I realized. Alcohol and something else. I never could distinguish that other, underlying odor. Iodine? No, maybe the gloves or some other disinfectant that merely added to the alcohol.
"Alright, let's just get your weight really fast," the nurse said, bringing me out of my short attempt at distraction.
I did not have a bag with me, all of my essential items for the day safely tucked away in Phillip's wallet. I say nothing then as I slipped off my shoes effortlessly, immediately standing on the digital scale. I looked down absently, catching "128" flash.
"Alright, you can step down now." I did, slipping on my shoes once more and following the nurse and Phillip until we reach the exam room at the end of the hall. "Just slip into the gown on the table and the doctor will be with you in just a few," she said brightly, opening the door and making a slight gesture with her clipboard before depositing it into a slot near the sill. She smiled but it looks less than genuine. She probably says the same thing 80 times a day, if not more. She disappears almost immediately, leaving me to prepare for my fate.
Phillip closed the door behind us, his hands immediately going to my shoulders.
"You're doing so well," he whispered, his fingers playing up the side of my neck. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'll be right here with you."
"I know, I'm just..." I could barely speak, my knees quivering and my throat wanting to close. "No one has ever... Not besides you."
"I know." He kissed the back of my hair, his fingers going to the buttons of my blouse and slowly moving down. "Turn around for me." I did as he asked, my face burning red as he unbuttons my garment and pulls it free from my body. He then takes a moment to stare at my chest, only to almost immediately remove my bra. I make the instinctive move to cover myself, but he stops me.
"No," he grumbles. "I've told you before I won't have you covered up."