Amber stepped nervously through the doors of her local sexual health clinic. She had fought tooth and nail to get this job, but now that it was finally her first day it felt like any butterflies in her stomach were the size of elephants and with about as much grace. It had partially surprised her how difficult it had been to secure a job role as she would have assumed general prudishness and embarrassment about sex and sex related topics would have put people off, but she had been one of around ten separate candidates. There had been only one nursing assistant role, however, and she had been lucky enough to get it. It was the first step on the ladder to becoming a fully fledged sexual health nurse, along with her studies, and it allowed her to freely talk all day about what she was slightly embarrassed to admit was her favourite subject: sex.
Amber enjoyed almost everything about sex: the build up and anticipation, the giving and receiving of oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, fingering, fisting, double penetration and more. The list of what she hadn't tried before was considerably shorter than the list of what she had. She had suspected that she might be a sex addict and had undergone evaluation in the past to try and determine this, but the only conclusion they had been able to draw was that she had a slightly higher sex drive than most but not by enough to classify it as a 'problem'. Her predilection for sex meant that she often sought out sex with almost anyone who was willing regardless of gender, but she was careful not to overdo it; she was aware of the kind of reputation that may come if the knowledge of her sexual exploits made it to her friends or other peers, so she always made sure to go out of town whenever she was on the hunt for a good time.
Ironically, it was all of this that led to her developing an interest in sexual health. She had seen cocks and vaginas of all shapes and sizes and narrowly avoided STDs on one too many occasions. Her visits to various clinics had piqued her interest in the world of sexual health as soon as she realised that it meant spending most of the day talking to different people about sex, giving advice and offering support. It felt like a very wholesome way to allow her to openly talk about sex, help people and get paid whilst doing it. The only alternative may have been becoming a porn actress but there was too much of a risk of her friends and family finding out, as fun as it would have been.
What intrigued her the most though were 'unusual' sexual desires. Far from finding humour in them or wanting to ridicule people's wants, she was absolutely fascinated by the extents people went to to achieve sexual gratification. As she had tried almost everything, hearing about strange and potentially exciting new ways people were finding to satisfy themselves was thrilling. There was only one thing she had tried so far that she didn't like and that was bondage or any kind of connected rape fantasy. She had wanted to try it, of course, because she knew a lot of people enjoyed it and if anything, she'd been very disappointed that it had done nothing for her.
She was met at the reception by the nurse she was shadowing for the week. Her name was Jennifer and she was one of the most experienced nurses at the clinic. She had personally overseen the training of most of the other current members of staff and Amber was incredibly excited to sit under her learning tree as well as very eager to impress her.
"Well, being on time is a promising start," Jennifer said as she checked her watch.
For a brief moment Amber panicked as she second guessed whether or not she was actually on time, but a quick check of her own watch told her she was about ten minutes early.
"Don't worry, that was a compliment as well as a little joke. Trust me when I say you need a sense of humour to work in this place," Jennifer seemed to be reassuring her. She beckoned Amber to follow her. "Most people who come here do so not because they want to but because in some cases they are scared, embarrassed and may have no other choice. Your sense of humour can diffuse that situation for them and turn a potentially traumatic experience into a bearable memory. It's also a good way of making someone realise that what they've done to themselves was a bad idea and discourage them from doing it again without making them feel even more stupid if you do it in the right way. It's a skill you'll pick up with time, don't worry. In the meantime, as you know you'll be shadowing me for at least a week. I would prefer it if you referred to me as Jen rather than Jennifer, I'm not one for unnecessary formalities. Now, the staff room is over there, you'll find a locker with a key in it that should already have your name on. Put on a set of the scrubs from inside the locker and then meet me in room 5. We have a young lady waiting for us so be quick, ok?"
Amber nodded and made her way into the staff room. She quickly changed into her new uniform, keen to begin and find out what this girl had come into the clinic about. She exited the staff room and followed the corridor down until she found room 5. She knocked and waited to be invited in, entering after she heard Jen call her in. She entered to find a young girl, no older than about 19, sat looking very sheepish and quite uncomfortable on the end of the examination couch.
"Haley, this is my colleague Amber, she's new here and will be shadowing me to make sure she learns how to do things the right way, ok?" Jen said with a smile to the nervous girl. "Is that ok with you?"
"Umm, I-I guess," Haley replied timidly.
"Thank you, Haley," Amber told her with a warm smile. She took a seat in the corner of the room to remain as unobtrusive as possible. She couldn't wait to hear what this meek and mild-mannered girl needed their help with.
"So, Haley, you told my colleague at the reception on the way in that there was something 'stuck' in you that you can't get out?"
'Jackpot' thought Amber.
"Erm... yeah," Haley mumbled looking away and clearly mortified.
"Ok," Jen continued. "And may I ask where you have something stuck in you?"
Haley looked incredibly uncomfortable and was struggling to answer the question.
"It's ok Haley," Amber interjected. "Whatever it is you've done nothing wrong and you're in exactly the right place to get help. Jen is the most experienced nurse here, there's nothing you can tell us that she won't have come across before in her years of practice and know exactly how to deal with."
Jen looked over at Amber with a raised eyebrow. Realising she may have overstepped the mark, Amber quietly apologised and sat back.
"Amber is absolutely right. I'm not quite the dinosaur she made me out to be but trust me sweetheart, once you're through those doors and in front of me there's nothing you can say that will surprise me and there is absolutely nothing that you should be ashamed of in here because believe me, I will have seen much worse."
Their combined efforts seemed to have gotten through to Haley enough for her to talk.
"I have a... er... a tail stuck in my butt."
Amber's intrigue was piqued instantly. She had heard of this before. Typically, all it was was a butt plug with an attached tail and it was favoured by people who enjoyed the sexual aspects of being a furry or pet play. The plug went in and voila, you suddenly had a tail and were one step closer to being the anthropomorphic cat or pony or unicorn or whatever of your dreams (or indeed someone else's).
"Ok Haley, thank you for telling us that. I think it would be for the best if we could take a look so we can gauge what we'll need to do to remove it, ok?"
Haley sheepishly nodded and stood up off the examination couch with a slight wince. She pulled down her baggy tracksuit bottoms which she had clearly worn to hide the bulge in the back of her underwear from stuffing the tail in. She removed her underwear and the tail hung free. It resembled a horse's tail but was bright pink and looked entirely out of place sticking out of her tiny butt.
Jen approached her and beckoned her to turn and bend over slightly. She snapped on a pair of latex gloves and gently pried what little of Haley's butt-cheeks there were open to get a better view.
"Ok, I see. Haley, have you ever used any kind anal sex toys before?"
"Um, no," she mumbled.
"Is this the first time you've been anally penetrated?"
"Y-yes," she stuttered.
