The Physical
When the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Gargarean Group candidate swung the clinic door open, "Good afternoon, David!" was the friendly greeting he received the moment he entered the medical offices. "Gosh, you're looking well." The woman's voice, which sounded slightly familiar, seemed somewhat surprised to see him. David could not immediately identify the source, however, because she was behind the closed receptionist's window, and bright sunlight from outside reflected off the glass.
"Hi," he returned companionably, although he had no idea who was speaking. As he stepped forward, a young woman slid the window to the side and revealed her attractive face.
"It's so nice to see you again after all this time!" she enthused.
David didn't recognize her. The receptionist was his age or a little older, with short, carefully coiffured hair that was two tones of blonde, light-brown eyes, a pert nose, and pale pink lips that were slightly parted in a welcoming smile. Wearing perfectly-applied makeup and a navy-blue minidress with a modest neckline, she was very good-looking and completely unknown to him. He glanced down at the nameplate on her desk, hoping for a hint, and read, 'Clare.' He looked up and gawked at the girl, exclaiming, "Clare!?" as his brain tried to comprehend. "Is it really you?"
"It's me," she confirmed with a nod.
"What happened to you? You're gorgeous!" he gushed as his eyes glanced down and checked out her shapely boobs and curvy hips.
She laughed, delighted by his reaction, but modestly responded, "You're just saying that."
"No, it's true," he assured her. Clare had been a year ahead of David in school, and the last time he'd seen her, just two years ago, she'd been an unattractive, overweight senior schoolgirl with long and kinky reddish-brown hair, thick glasses, no makeup, and not much of a fashion sense. Her favorite attire had been baggy sweatshirts and grungy jeans that hid her bulky body. She'd often flirted with him whenever they met in the hallways of their high school, with a rather lascivious sense of humor that sometimes shocked him. He had tried to be kind to her but always politely evaded her advances. That was then. Now, the ugly duckling had grown into a beautiful swan!
They chatted briefly, updating each other on their lives since she graduated from high school. After he'd told her about his dead-end job at the landscaping business, she teased, "And now, you're going to become a Gargarean." She accompanied her remark with a cheeky grin and a twinkle in her eyes that suggested the same old dirty mind was still lurking beneath her new, beautiful exterior.
David was suddenly nervous. He had managed to evade an endless battery of questions from his attractive aunt, Ashley, about his interview, but here was another test of his secret-keeping capabilities. "Yes," he confirmed anxiously. "At least, I hope so. You know about them?"
"Oh, yes," she replied. "Doctor Joyce has done all of the Gargarean's medical examinations, ever since the group opened the local chapter a few months ago."
"Are you a member?" he asked, hoping that she wasn't.
"No," she replied. When she saw him visibly relax, however, she added, "But I'm thinking of joining."
This worrying news left David speechless. He wanted to find out more about the Gargarean Group, but their rules expressly forbid it. Their chat at an end, Clare finished processing him and then invited him to sit in the waiting area until he was called.
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Five minutes later, a door to David's right opened, and he looked up as a comely, petite nurse in her early 30s stepped into the room. She glanced at a clipboard, then looked at the only person in the waiting room and asked, "David?"
"Yes," he replied. As he stood up, he received a quick body scan from the woman's brown eyes, followed by an appreciative smile that unsettled her anxious patient.
"Please come in," she invited. She held the door open for him, and as he approached, said, "I'm Nurse Rose. How are you today, David?"
"Good," he tersely replied, too anxious about his upcoming physical to expound further.
"Please follow me," she said, "We'll be in Exam Room One." Nurse Rose led the way, looking neat and efficient in a short, white jacket and matching pants, with her dark-brown hair pulled back and gathered in a bun behind her neck.
David followed on wobbly legs, observing that beneath Nurse Rose's uniform was a slender, shapely body with moderate breasts. He glanced down and checked out her backside, which was attractively plump but firm. They turned a corner, where another thirty-something, identically-dressed nurse worked on a computer terminal in an alcove. The attractive, honey-blonde woman looked up briefly and gave him a smile as he passed.
Nurse Rose stepped aside and invited her handsome patient to enter the open doorway of Exam Room One. David nervously stepped inside the small, rectangular room, seeing that it was longer than it was wide. He faced the foot of an exam table, which was covered by a large, white sheet of paper and occupied most of the space. Surrounding the table were a wall-length, wooden cabinet with a built-in sink to his left; a weight scale behind the head of the chair, against the far wall; and some medical posters and equipment mounted on the wall to the right. A straight-backed chair and a medical waste bin were in the nearside corner to his right.
As Nurse Rose closed the door behind him, she said, "Please undress and place your clothes on the chair, David."
The patient gulped. He'd assumed that he would have to get undressed for the examination, but he'd expected the nurse to leave the room while he did. She didn't! Instead, she walked around the table and approached the scale. David hesitated, nervously scanning the walls of the room for a Gargarean Group logo, or anything else that might harbor a hidden camera. He did not want another receptionist tuning in and watching him undress, especially when that receptionist was Clare!
Nurse Rose glanced back and knew immediately what David was doing. She smiled, because she'd seen this behavior before. "Don't worry," she comforted him. "This is not the Gargarean Group, and there are no hidden cameras anywhere in this clinic." She then purposely turned away from him, preparing the electronic scale for his weight and height measurements, while giving him the chance to undress unobserved.
David recognized his opportunity and quickly stripped down while she wasn't looking. He removed everything except a pair of black boxers, which he had chosen for this occasion because they covered as much of his body as did the shorts he always wore when doing landscaping work. Now feeling rather naked and very nervous, he said, "I'm ready."
Nurse Rose turned and gave her nearly bare patient another brown-eyed body scan. When her gaze had descended to his boxers, she frowned, paused as if thinking for a moment, and then said, "I'll need you to take off your underpants, too, David."
He swallowed and quietly asked, "You do?"
After another brief pause, she nodded and replied, "Yes," without further explanation.
