Sara read the memo, it was time for her biannual checkup with the company doctor. The phone # and address of the new doctor was typed on the bottom. Why the hell did this company require a medical for a receptionist was beyond her, but what the hell as long as she used their doctor she didn't have to pay so she reluctantly called for and appointment.
"Right this way, if I could ask you to take off your cloths and put on this smock the doctor will be right in."
Sara looked around, the room was bigger than most doctors rooms, the examining table stood in the middle with its sterile paper. There was a small stool on wheels she imagined was the doctors. She quickly changed out of her skirt and blouse, taking off her bra but leaving her panties. The smock did little to hide her large breasts, she arranged her long blonde hair over them, trying to hide the hard nipples. The room was cool, what could be done, she jumped up on the table and noticed the smock did little to nothing to hide anything. What the hell he was a doctor, not some pervert you had to protect yourself from.
Sara waited and waited, her legs dangling form the table, looking around the room, reading the charts, trying to find her pancreas in the chart on the wall. Finally the doctor slid the door opened and came in.
"Hi I'm Doctor Tremby, I've got an intern working with me today and if it's ok with you I'd like him to observe and assist me"
Sara just stared at him, his tall muscular build the blond hair and dark tan. He couldn't be more than thirty but had a confidence and strength about him.
"Ah, ya, ok, whatever you want"
God was she turning into a slobbering idiot, she suddenly felt very modest, trying to pull the thin cotton smock around her and over her legs. He didn't seem to notice and turned to stick his head out the door.
The intern came in, he seemed a replica of the doctor, they could have been brothers, only he was barely 20.
"This is doctor Troy. We can start with your weight, and height, if you come over here to the scale"
Sara slid off the table and walked over to the scale, aware of the eyes following her movements, she stepped on to the scale. Doctor Trembly took the measurements.
"118 pounds and 5 foot 4, that's a good weight for you, you seem to be in pretty good shape"