I'd been on my third bender in a row with my best friends. Three nights of drinking and partying and three days of being too hungover to go to work. Because of the stupid corporate rules at the radio station I work at I needed a doctor's note for missing more than two days in a row.
I am sitting in the doctor's office, waiting for my name to be called. The plan was simple. I would feign sickness and get the damn note from the doctor. Simple enough as plans went.
"Natasha Harling," the nurse calls. I walked up and announced myself. Her name badge reads 'Avery.'. She's a tall busty redhead with bright green eyes, the stuff male fantasies was made of.
"Come right this way," she said.
She leads me down the sterile corridor and to a patient room.
"Just get undressed and put on an exam gown. The doctor will be in to examine you in a moment." Nurse Avery turns and leave. I strip as she ordered and put on a hospital gown.
A few minutes later, the doctor came to the room.
"I'm Dr. Madsen, what seems to be the problem today?" He's tall with wavy dark hair, tan skin and muscular physique that's apparent even through his lab coat.
"Well doctor, I haven't been feeling too well. My throat has been very sore and my back hads been hurting." It was a lame excuse, but neither one seemed to be provable based my research.
"I see. Okay I'll do a quick exam and we'll see what we're dealing with," Dr. Madsen said.
He looked in my mouth using tongue depressor. Then he taps on my back with his fingers
"Did that hurt?" he asks.
"Uh, um, not really." I say, getting nervous with my lie.
"I see," He says again, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Lay on your back."
I do as I'm told.
"We're going to do quick breast exam, just to rule out a few things."
It sounds odd to me, but if it got me my note I didn't care. "Okay."
He reaches under my shirt and massages my breast. He teases my nipple, making my thighs clench. He moves to the other and does the same, only this time he pinches my nipple a little bit. I felt myself get wet with the almost sensual touch.
"Everything there seems to be in order," he says with professional detachment. "We'll do a vaginal exam, just to rule out a few more things.
"Okay," I said, again thinking that this whole situation seemed strange.
He pulled out the stirrups and I placed my feet in them. I scooted my ass to the end of the table when he asked.
"You're going to feel a little pressure," he said as he slips an ungloved finger inside me. I let out a breathy sigh, as his finger move in and out of me. His thumb circles my clit and I squirmed. He slips and finger into my asshole and I gasp. Was he supposed to do that.
