This story involves the fictional characters of Dr. Mark Bradley, Ob/gyn and his wife Elaina (Elie) a Mental Health Therapist, as they try to become friends with people that are marginalized by society. They are a part of small town America.
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The Town Doctor
The woman in room #3 was hot.
I hadn't actually seen her yet, but I knew by the way my nurse was acting. The inhabitant of room #3 was either smoking hot, or she presented herself as a lesbian. Heather kept going to the door, adding something to her medical file folder, and the way she exchanged conspiratorial looks with my receptionist Ronda, led me to believe that examination room #3 had something, or more likely someone very interesting. It could have been a celebrity or the mayor of our small town, but he wouldn't need a gynecologist, so it was most likely a new client, and she would be sexy.
They always tease me, if a patient is hot. Elie and I have only been married for 3 months now, so my team of two are constantly wondering if this pussy or that breast is going to be the one that I fantasize about when I go home.
Of course I chose Elaina over the two dozen or so unmarried women that use my Ob/Gyn services, and over the throngs of single nurses, and healthcare associates that I see professionally on a daily basis.
First, and foremost, Elie is brilliant and precocious. She also has a perfect body, and she loves sex like a man, so I will not be letting my eyes wander.
I checked the chart for the name, then I lightly tapped on the door, gave a two second pause so she could cover herself if needed, then I proceeded.
"Good afternoon, Miss Jackson," I started my first encounter with my newest patient while reading her chart for BP, heart rate, allergies, etc. On a 'first encounter' it is important to be professional.
I was heading blindly for the padded chair next to my low examination chair and prescription desk. It was empty. I realized she must be sitting on the gyno bed and turned toward the other side of the room. She was laying back on the apparatus, naked, with her legs spread wide in the stirrups!
I admit that I was a bit shocked, in spite of the sheet covering her lower parts. This had never happened before.
As a male gynecologist I expected to only be with a naked patient when my female assistant was there in the room. We usually start with a fully clothed discussion, then I leave, and on my second rotation I bring Heather with me, or she is already in the room starting the procedure, with the instruments laid out. She did have a sheet over her lower body, but her breasts were exposed. They were quite spectacular. Her smile and face got my attention next.
"Doctor, could you lock the door? I would like privacy."
I stood there, looking dumbfounded I'm sure.
"Miss Jackson, I normally would have a female in here, to keep things discrete, and professional." I tried to explain the usual protocols, while backing to the door.
Just then Heather popped in and almost knocked into me.
"Ah, you got here ahead of me, Doctor Bradley.
She hurried into the room, closing the door behind her. She was not preoccupied with a clipboard, so she noticed the naked woman in the room right away.
"Oh! I didn't tell her to get ready for the exam, Doctor." Heather rushed to explain.
Then Miss Jackson took control.
"Hello! People!" She waved her hand for emphasis. "I would like to just deal with the Doctor please."
Miss Jackson had boldly and without any embarrassment ordered Heather out.
"It's your choice, Miss," I rushed to apologize for our assumptions. "So let's start again. Hi, I am Doctor Mark Bradley. What can I do for you today?"
Nurse Heather quietly, and with head bowed, left us alone.
I stuck out my hand and she took it for more like a touch than a shake.
"Candice Jackson," she replied.
"I am here because I am a Prostitute, and I need a clean certification every two months."
Wow, my first pro. I would have to read up on the newest problems and protocols for sex workers.
"So you don't want anyone else knowing? Is that why you want so much privacy? My staff is very discreet, Miss Jackson."
"Call me Candice. Yes, I'm sure that they are professional, but they are women. They will talk."
"Okay, I can see where you would think that. It is a small town, I see your problem, but this is highly unusual. People will make up a story that you won't like any better than the truth, and some of them will compromise me. I'm newly, and happily married, Miss Jackson. I can't have that!"
"You will simply explain that I am a lesbian, single, and shy. I will act the part." She had it figured out. "And it's Candice, Candy or Can. Pick one."
I walked to the door and opened it. Heather and Ronda were both standing there, with the kind of smile that says, 'are you going to get into trouble?'
"Come inside ladies," I insisted.
They both came in and I motioned for Ronda to shut the door.
"Our new patient is shy, and she would prefer to only expose herself to one person, and since I am the doctor, it will be me. Any questions?"
"No Doctor," they both answered.
I jerked my thumb to the door and they left, closing the door quietly behind themselves.
Candice pulled the sheet down, exposing her beautiful womanhood. It was every bit as alluring as Elie's. But I was dedicated to the one at home. The one that I could enjoy every day, sometimes even twice. Okay, I love her too. I think about her all day long. She centers me.
This one was clean shaven, unlike Elaina's blonde and curly bush, but the Labia Majora were just as plump. The skin pigment was darker here, matching her anal sphincter. They are not always darker on an African American. They do naturally darken with age, but I suspected that overuse was the cause here.
And there it was. My prejudice against prostitution. I wear it thanks to society's pressure to conform. Her sphincters were darker from 'more' use, not 'excessive'. A factory worker has thick calluses, because he or she works hard.
I pulled my latex gloves onto my hands. I use a medium, so they are snug, allowing me a better feel when checking for polyps, lumps or cysts.
"How long since your last sexual encounter?" I started my usual questions while continuing the visual part of the pelvic exam.
She looked over at the clock on the wall.
"Are you talking 'down there'? Or does a suck or handjob count?"
Her lipstick was much brighter than her labia. I checked her nipples and they were more reddish than the lower sphincters, but the lips on her face were much lighter, almost pink. No obvious sign of oral herpes. Eli matches her lipstick to her nipples, which do match her vaginal lips after sex, when they are more engorged. She rarely changes the shade on her lips.
"Any... Any lower sexual activity." I asked and lifted my inspection again to her face.
"I have had oral sex this morning, but only that one guy." She replied.
There was no sign of inflammation, but I needed a baseline to remain objective in future visits.
"No other vaginal or anal stimulation," then I thought about it..."of a sexual nature?"
I did not need a history of her bowel movements unless she was much sicker than she looked.
"Oh, no, not on me. Lord, I wish one of them would give me some head while I swallow their pickles! The last time I fucked was last night, with my boy friend."
She was very bold for a shy lesbian. I did not have a good feeling about her secret remaining a secret, unless she could turn off her glaring 'please fuck me' personality.
I spread her outer labia to have a look at the vaginal vestibule, to decide which of the speculums to use. Most people would be shocked to know that we use over a dozen different duck bill spreaders. Some are meant to be used for the nostrils or the ears, and of course we have anoscopes for the rectum that we can also use on unusually small vaginal openings, sterilized of course. I find that the heavy duty anoscopes make for a better exam.
"I thought you were going to dive right in." Candice interrupted my thoughts as I searched for the medium Graves speculum.
"Yes, umm. Do you know what part of your cycle you are on?" I mused out loud as I considered the longer billed Graves #3 but I went for the regular.
"My period doesn't start until the 20th, and it is a regular 4 days long. No odd discharge, just my own jizz. I am very regular about condoms, but they do break, so... Here I am! Back at the pussy doctor."
I don't remember the last time that I was called by that moniker, but I wish it was the official name. Mark Bradley, Pussy Doctor and MD.
I opened the speculum, but checked to see if it was the best fit before locking it.
It looked good even without the light. I pushed the record button on the handle of the device which automatically turned on the light. There may be some videos in the medical annals, that I could compare her with to determine her overall health. I took the pap smear and sealed the skin cell sample in the appropriate tube. Then I remembered to take five more samples on various sections of her vagina, vulva and anus. There were no cysts around the Bartholin Glands on the lower lips of her labia minora, nor around her clitorus, which had a generous hood around it. I retracted the hood to have a better look.
"You must be married, Doc. They usually buy me a drink before they play with my clit."
"Do you have violent orgasms? Or many, throughout the day?" I asked, when I saw the rapid enlargement of her clitoris.
"I like sex, Doc, and my body does too. Yes, I squirt a bit and I cum hard, but not like a guy! My customers love it when I cum, and it's something that they will come back for. It makes them feel special."
I thought about testing her, but they would probably be listening at the door.
The cervix looked healthy, and that is the first thing that will suffer if she has an infection. No sign of an STI. I decided to draw the blood myself. My assistant and even Ronda would know about our sex worker, just by the test parameters, let alone the bimonthly appointments.
"Did you have any recent condom breaks? You do not look pregnant, and I usually can tell with this intimate look and feel."
