Sasha Blair was the third girl to enter, and the fifth girl to undress. Somehow though, despite having gotten away with just a mere handful or so of taps and not much else, she found herself standing first in line as they were led over to the stations at the back of the office. Blinking, she followed along. What foul luck. Like an entire game full of bad hands. All the same though, the rules were still the rules, and so she said nothing as she continued to walk forward clad only in her panties minus a bra. She had forgotten to put one on in the morning rush.
"Over here," said the head nurse, "This one."
She stopped, and Sasha blinked as the woman waved her forward from behind her mask. A bit like a conductor, and the entire class turned to stare as she forced herself to move along. Better an awful plan executed today than a perfect one never, after all. Or so the saying went.
The assistant standing next to the examination table smiled at her, and she forced herself to sit down. Nurse Foley, her nametag read, complete with a 'Nice to meet you' scrawled across the top.
"Hello," she beamed, "Do you want to start with your name?
"Sasha Blair," said Sasha awkwardly.
"And your class?" she said.
"I'm eighteen...," said Sasha, "Er, I mean, I'm in Mr. Johnson's class."
"Oh, just like my little sister then!" said the nurse, "Makes sense, since you look about the same."
Her teeth flashed out, and it was hard not to shrink back a little under the intensity of her gaze. Especially since she only seemed to be about a decade or so older, and the feeling wasn't made any better as the woman reached over to snap a pair of gloves onto her hands. Like two little safety pins of cleanliness, and she waved for her to lie down on her back.
"Now, Sasha," she said, "This will only take a moment so if you can keep your hands by your sides for me, that would just be perfect. Any questions before we begin?"
"Should I have any?" said Sasha.
"Do you want to?" teased the nurse, "No points against you if you choose the right to remain silent."
Sasha blinked at the phrase. That was a joke, right? It sounded like one. There was a pair of handles built into the frame, and she took hold of them without further instruction. Then, with the smoothness of the parchment paper pressed up against her shoulders, the nurse was standing directly over her a moment later as she placed her hands against her stomach.
Press, press, press, her fingers went. Like the soft bristles of a brush tracing a gentle pattern up her skin, and it was hard not to flinch as the soft touch of the latex finally reached her chest. Or rather her lack of a chest, since all that happened in place of the massage she had been expecting was the ticklish dance of something tracing around her nipples until they were standing up stiff.
Doing her best to ignore it, Sasha looked up at the ceiling as she bit down on her lips.
Press, press, press...
The stimulation continued on for what seemed like another couple of minutes before the nurse took a short break to write down the results of the exam. There was the sound of a pen scratching against a clipboard, and she moved her attention back over to where she was lying across the bench. This time to the place where her crotch lay between her legs.
"Any discomfort or swelling?" she asked.
Presumably they were still talking about her breasts.
"No," said Sasha.
"And what about over here?" she said.
It was hard to concentrate with the way her fingers kept moving over her skin. Especially as the woman drew aside the fabric of her panties to examine her slit. There was the soft touch of air blowing across her folds as she reached over to peel back her hood, and then moving both of her legs to the side so that her knees were pressed up against her chest, she placed her hands on either end of her labia to spread them apart so that her hymen could be seen.
The shame of her embarrassment rose up across her face, and Sasha blushed as she felt the opening of her tunnel let out a twitch. And then a second one a moment later as the fingers returned again to circle her now exposed clit.
"Relax," said the nurse, "I don't bite."
Press, press, press...
"Unless you want me to that is," she said with a rather mischievous grin.
There was another look that hinted at something that was most definitely not appropriate, especially in a conversation between two girls of which one was currently naked, and Sasha felt herself curl up even more as a blush rose across her face. Gradually, she could feel the tip of her ears turning red. Oh god, the shame. As if she would ever sink so low to do something like that. Even if it had been almost an entire year now since she had last managed to save up enough points.
Biting down on her lips, she looked away. As it was, the worst she had ever done was to hold hands with a boy, and that had been all the way back before her parents had decided to send her here. Past that, the closest she had gotten to the pleasures of a relationship was when Mr. Johnson had called her up in front of the entire school at the end of the year reward ceremony, and in that brief moment of time that he had spent congratulating her on a job well done, it had taken less than sixty seconds for the vibrator he was holding to push her over the edge before he finally pulled it away.
