Sexy Fun Times/Work/Doctor

A polo shirt and slacks with white socks and loafers is all you need. Your receptionist/nurse, Sally and your partner, Jim are already in the back room drinking coffee when you get to the office. Sally is a cliche of a receptionist; pretty, blonde hair and glasses and a cleavage that shows nicely through the open front of her white coat. Jim is older; in his fifties, with grey hair and a neatly trimmed beard. Jim is yawning and Sally is teasing him about his lack of stamina, coming in to work tired after a hot date the night before.

There's a knock on the front door and Sally opens up, even though it's not quite time yet. The impatient patient is one of Jim's; a middle-aged woman who needs a prescription to boost her husband's flagging libido. Your first patient isn't due for a while so you sit down at your desk and go through her notes. She's a twelve-year-old girl and her mother is concerned that she starting a sexual relationship with her boyfriend and she wants to put her on the pill. Your consulting room is quite spacious and your desk is against the wall underneath the window so that patients sit next to you rather than across the desk. On one wall is a sink with lever-operated taps and some shelves for rubber gloves and creams et cetera. The opposite side has an examination couch inside a curtained off area.

The mother is overweight wearing far too much make-up and jewellery; the daughter is also a little overweight but quite pretty with curly brown hair and braces on her teeth. She is wearing her school uniform; white shirt, short tartan pleated skirt, with long white socks and black Mary Janes. You start by asking her about herself and establish that she is only just twelve years old and that she likes school okay (but not maths). You put her on the scales and she weighs in at over a hundred pounds and is just under five feet tall. Her thirty-two-inch chest and twenty-seven-inch waist are above average for her age and height, but not alarmingly so. You tell her that you need to do a more intimate exam and that she should get undressed and get up on the couch.

The mother has hardly said a word so far; she's looking at a fashion magazine she picked up in reception, and when you go over to the curtained-off exam area, she makes no attempt to come with you. The girl is sitting sideways on the couch, still wearing her panties; the rest of her clothes are in an untidy heap on a chair. "Lie on your back and take your panties off," you say. She looks a bit startled and doesn't move. "It's okay, I'm a doctor," you say; "if you're going to go on the pill I need to examine you properly." Somewhat reluctantly, she swings herself around and then lifts her hips so that she can tug her panties down over the swell of her bottom; you help her get them over her feet and drop them on top of her other clothes.