I was late, the office would close soon. I rushed through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, weaving in and out, my high-heeled knee high boots sounding my urgent approach to those who were strolling as if this were country road and not a city.
I was late because I had shaved at the last minute. I hated spreading my legs to a gynecologist to reveal a forest of untamed hair. But aside from this, I'd had no reason to shave in months. I hadn't had sex in months.
I finally made it to the office, through the doors and to the elevator bank. Dr. Irene Matheson was on the 12th floor, the elevator was currently on the 19th, making its slow way down as it stopped at almost every floor. It seemed as though everyone in this office building got out of work at the same time.
I turned to look at myself in the mirrored wall. I straightened my black mini skirt and my red, button-down blouse, and bent over to tie the lace on my boot. I smoothed my long, dark curls and turned around.
The elevator bell rang and out flooded a slue of people. I waited patiently then strode inside and leaned against the wall as I made my way up.
I had called to inform them I'd be late and they said it was okay, but I also knew that doctors really hate to be kept past their business hours unless it's an emergency.
I walked into the office, a pretty, young blonde nurse sat behind the desk. "Lila?" she said as I approached, eyeing me up and down.
"Yes," I smiled.
"Dr. Andrews will see you. Dr. Matheson had to leave for the day."
"Oh...but Matheson is my regular doctor..."
"We can reschedule you for about three months from now."
"Aw, really?" Why was it that gynecologists were so hard to schedule appointments with? "I'll just go in now."
She got up and led me down a corridor, then down another corridor, to Dr. Andrews's office. She handed me a blue, papery sheet to wrap myself in. "Disrobe - including your shoes - and put this on. The doctor will be with you soon."
"Thank you."
I removed my clothes and my panties but kept my bra on. There was something about being completely naked at the doctor's office that made me uncomfortable, no matter how sterile it was. The doctor could just pull it down and do the exam that way, it always worked out fine.
I slid my arms through the holes of the sheet and tied it around my waist, then sat up on the cold examining table and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I started getting nervous. What if they'd forgotten about me? I looked at the clock, it was 5:14. My appointment was originally for four. I swung my legs and inspected my nails, and then the door opened.
"Lila? I'm Dr. Andrews." He held out his hand to me and I shook it. Dr. Andrews was older, in his forties or fifties, and good-looking, with salt-and-pepper hair, brown eyes, and a fit body.
"Nice to meet you, doctor."
"I'm just going to ask you a few questions and then we'll begin."
"Okay."
"How old are you?"
"28."
"Sexually active?"
"Not anymore."
"When was the last time?"
"About five or six months ago. I was with my ex for about a year. We were monogamous."
He nodded. "Okay, lie down for me please and put your feet in the stirrups."
I laid down and stuck my feet in the cold metal stirrups. I kept my knees closed, waiting until it was absolutely necessary to open them.
He came to my side and undid the tie at my waist, smiling at me. "Don't be nervous, I know how awkward these examinations are. But I do them all the time."
"Thanks," I murmured.
