This story is intended for adults who can legally view it.  All rights are 
retained by the original author, Nightarcher at nightarcher@erols.com

Kimberly’s Humiliating Medical Seminar
by Nightarcher

 Kimberly Dougherty buzzed through the suburban streets
with the wind blowing her curly, reddish-brown hair in all
directions.  The care-free girl had taken her last test the day
before at Warner College, and was looking forward to a relaxing
summer. Gone were the worries of research papers and final
exams. Her radio blared, and she bopped to the rhythm in "MTV
generation" fashion. She glanced up into the rear-view mirror,
admiring her new sunglasses and scanned her tight, sexy legs.

 She looked back up at the road suddenly and saw the
back end of a shiny silver car. Too late! The girl stomped on the
brakes, but was unable to avoid the collision! The tires screeched
as Kimberly  watched her car slam the shiny Lexus in the rear.
Her day had taken a sudden, careless, turn for the worst!

 The driver, a well-dressed businessman in his thirties,
stepped out. He checked on Kimberly to make sure that she
wasn’t hurt, then his temper flared.

 The girl was still clutching the steering wheel and finally
had the sense to turn her radio off. Kimberly slid out and faced
the angry man with a stray bang hanging in her face.

 Doug Sharpe was shaking his head, staring off in the
other direction. He looked over his shoulder stomping his
wing-tips on the street and said, "Geez! Were you looking where
you were going? At all? How could you have missed me?  I was
right in front of you!" A string of obscenities came from his
mouth, as he inspected his bumper hanging off his car, and the
damage she’d done to the rear panel.

 Kimberly kept her cool and took a deep breath. She
stood a whole head and shoulders shorter than the man and
adjusted her short shorts discreetly. "Well", she said timidly, "At
least no one was hurt, right? That’s the important thing."

 The man grunted, "Yeah, right. What-ever!"

 Kimberly watched him pull out his cellular phone, and the
girl suddenly panicked.  As she watched his fingers dial, she
remembered that her auto insurance was never reinstated since
coming back home from school. She was technically uninsured,
driving illegally!

 She flung out her arms as Doug held the receiver to his
face, awaiting the police dispatcher’s office. "Wait! I mean...
Please listen to me for a minute?"

 Doug shut his phone with irritation. "What? Don’t even
tell me- you’re not insured?!"

 She looked up at him and was nearly crying.

 Doug nearly threw his phone on the ground, and
Kimberly witnessed the man become even more frustrated and
enraged. "Are you kidding me?! I cannot believe my fucking luck
today! First my assistant quits on me, and now this!"

 Kimberly blinked her eyes quickly, and tried to explain
herself. "I’m a college student...", she said with a stuttered,
strained voice, "And if you give me a chance, I swear that I can
repay the damage-eventually. I’ll work three jobs if I have to..."

 Doug laughed and was about to dial again.

 Kimberly stopped him again, realizing that one phone call
could take away her driving privilege and give her a permanent
record. She needed to get around this summer, and her father
would kill her if he knew that his daughter was driving around
without insurance!

 "Please?!", Kimberly said... "You can’t report this
accident. I’ll be in big trouble!"

 Doug flipped his phone shut once more. Unconsciously,
his voice went into his New York accent, "Listen, you want to
stay out of trouble? Here’s what you are going to have to do..."
Doug said like a street-corner loan-shark.

 Kimberly raised her eyebrows as Doug laid out the deal.
"Look," he said, "I operate a medical import and distribution
company. I get stuff from all over the world- Belgium, Germany
and the U.K. In a few minutes, I have one of the biggest
seminars of my entire career."

 The girl listened, puzzled, still unable to get the faintest
idea of where this was all leading. "Anyway," Doug went on, "I
need you to assist me. I want you to help me show the
merchandise, and help demonstrate some of the sample products.
You do that, honey, and I’ll call things totally even!"

 Kimberly could not believe this. The girl tilted her head
and looked at the phone cradled threateningly in the man’s hand.
She had no choice. She wanted to ask a million questions,
instead, she simply agreed. "OK, I’ll help you.....", she said at
last and already wondered if she’d made the right decision.

 Douglas entered the convention center and found his
assigned room. With boxes and crates of medical equipment
piled high on his hand-cart, he carefully wheeled his sample
inventory inside the room. His expensive suit, and impressive
watch, made him look very distinguished and credible, while
Kimberly followed behind wearing her skimpy, casual summer
clothes. The two did not look like they belonged together at all.

 The adorable girl took a deep breath as she entered
behind him. She looked around the immense meeting room and
saw the podiums, tiny stage, and its audio-visual systems all
ready to go. It felt like a set for some kind of info-mercial. The
thought made her almost smile, but she was still in disbelief that
she was "here" and actually going to go through with this....
What did she know about medical equipment? And why was
Douglas so insistent that she help him today? The day’s events
had taken an incredibly bizarre turn- originally she’d planned to
spend the day at the beach with her girlfriend, Chrissy. Now, she
was here, with a man she’d never met, about to assist him in a
field about which she knew nothing. The worst part was that she
couldn’t refuse! All Doug had to do was make a simple phone
call and her license would be gone!

 The crates were heavy and Douglas warned her that they
were filled with very  expensive instruments and sophisticated
medical equipment. She had already wrecked his car, and had no
plans to make matters worse by dropping one of the crates. She
had no idea what was in any of them, nor did she really care. She
simply wanted to get this "assistant thing" over with and get
back to her summer vacation.

 The petite girl stood in the front of the room facing three
rows of folding chairs- imagining rows of boring, salesmen and
buyers seated before her. Her mind wondered what her duties
would entail. She was "no public speaker....

 "Here", Douglas said, handing Kimberly a stack of
brochures, "I want you to greet everyone as they walk in, give
them a pamphlet, and tell them ‘Welcome to Euro-Medical
Sales.’"

 She crinkled her little upturned nose, "Douglas?" she
asked with a hint of apprehension, "What else am I supposed to
do?  I mean, once the meeting begins. How am I going to help
you. I know.... absolutely nothing!.....", her head tilted like a
classic ditz and she looked up at him with wide, pretty green
eyes.

 Douglas was such a slick "fast talker" he simply patted
her on the top of her head as if she were a cocker spaniel and
said, "Look, I can see that you are a little worried." he smiled,
"I am not going to make you say anything, all right? I promise.
All you do is help me and be an extra set of hands. You hold
things, smile a lot, and help me demonstrate some of the
equipment. It’s no big thing."

 She exhaled biting her lip. Hoping that it was truly going
to be that simple. She figured that she was going to do a little
"Vanna White" thing and show off the "prizes". That wasn’t too
horrible sounding.

 She nodded slowly, and proceeded to the threshold of
the meeting room. There was still some time left, but she really
had nothing else to say to Douglas, and she was still  leery about
this whole thing. Her parents would kill her if they ever found
out she had gone with this stranger and had let him scam her into
this just to stay out of trouble.

 The first few men to arrive did a "double take" upon
seeing her in the doorway. Their looks reinforced the fact that
she was totally inappropriately dressed. One stopped short of the
door, and walked the other way- certain that he was in the
wrong room. Kimberly smiled and pleasantly chimed, "Excuse
me? Ahem... this is Euro-Medical’s seminar, sir. Is that the room
you are looking for?" The man was amazed at her appearance
and got a good chuckle as he turned around and walked into the
room.

 All the men were in their forties and fifties. Each  took a
brochure, smiling and taking inventory of Kim’s sexy, petite
frame. They were happy to have such a lovely girl in the meeting
room! Her tight, little shorts attracted quite a few stares. Behind
her back, they whispered "dirty-old-man" comments. Her black,
lycra top was tight with intertwined white laces running down
the front. Her bulging chest captivated the men- who blatantly
stared. Kimberly was a dainty girl, but her round, full breasts
looked like they belonged on a larger-framed woman. Her top
stretched over her mounds and showed off the roundness and
fullness her young boobs possessed.

 Kim looked at the growing group of buyers and sales
"reps". They all wore the same style suit and classic shoes. Even
their haircuts were boring and totally blasé. Kimberly stood,
realizing there would be no chance of meeting a nice-looking
young doctor today. She perked up with a phony, frozen smile
on her face as another group of men entered.

 "Welcome to Euro-Medical, my name in Kimberly, and if
you have any questions please feel free to ask...", she said in a
sweet, bouncy tone as she handed each one of them  a sales
brochure.

 One man looked down her legs, cocked his head to one
side at the sight of her partially bare midriff and grunted, "Well, I
sure as hell feel over-dressed!" he said making the girl feel even
more awkward than before. The gray-haired man smiled and his
buddy cracked up, holding his ribs.

 Douglas smiled up at the front of the room and gave
Kimberly a glance that let her know they were about to begin.
Doug stood on the demonstration stage making a few
last-minute sound adjustments and so forth. The stage was only
four inches higher than the floor, but it looked intimidating to
Kim, who realized that she’d be up there in front of all of the
men soon. She took a quick head-count and came up with
thirty-two men.

 Doug nodded to Kim and motioned for her to come up
to the front. Damn! She thought- here we go.

 Slowly, she pranced to the front and gracefully stepped
up onto the platform.  She stood next to Doug, sideways to the
men- whose eyes feasted at the sight of the lovely young lady
before them. She became an unwilling prop for their day-time
sex fantasies, as each man undressed the girl with his eyes.

 "Good afternoon, gentlemen", Douglas began. "I would
like to thank you for coming, and welcome you to share the
savings of imported medical products."

 Kimberly stood still, and put an easy smile on her face.
She was too timid to look directly out at the men. Instead, she
looked at Doug as he continued to explain his company, and
how he was going to provide them all with top-notch sales and
service. She had to admit that Douglas was an excellent
salesman-  a real go-getter!

 Douglas had the perfect tone and diction, "And
so....gentlemen, I would now like to show you a few items that
we import and distribute...."

 His microphone made a humming sound as he moved to
his left and showed his audience his first item. It looked like a
stretcher, maybe, or a cot of some type, as he brought out a flat
black cloth with gray aluminum framing.

 "This is a folding examination table, gentlemen." He said,
holding it out so that they could see how light it was. 'These are
standard in field hospitals all over South Africa and  neighboring
areas of the globe. As you can see, the table is very compact and
light-weight, allowing it to be set up virtually anywhere ...(blah,
blah, blah)"

 In a few motions, the table popped open and sprung into
a full-sized, wide examination table. The audience was pretty
amazed. It popped open like something out of a Dr. Suess book.
Kimberly smiled,  genuinely impressed with the item.

 "The maximum weight for this table is approximately five
hundred and fifty pounds', Doug said, smiling and turning his
head, "That should be more than sufficient to support my lovely
assistant, Kimberly."

 The audience smiled at the little joke and chuckled.
Kimberly, however, was not amused! Was he really going to
make her sit up there? Doug leaned towards her and whispered-
"Hop up there and smile- let them see that this thing isn’t going
to tip over or anything with a little weight on it..."

 Kim made a sour, perturbed look and did as she was told.
She lifted herself carefully and lowered her little rear end onto
the table. She was amazed how sturdy the cordura fabric beneath
her was. The stretched fabric was taut, and held her up without
any give at all. Her legs crossed at the heels, and her thick shoes
dangled a few inches off the stage floor. Her legs draped over
the side of the table on display for the men-  tan, muscular, and
baby-smooth.

 "You can see that the table ‘hardly noticed’ her', Doug
said, "The table is full-sized and suitable for examinations, sports
injuries on the field, and other uses....'

 Kimberly didn’t notice, but out of nervous discomfort,
she was swinging her feet back and forth, in an agitated manner.

 Doug continued his sales-pitch, "Let’s imagine,
gentlemen, that Kimberly is an athlete who’s sprained her ankle
on the tennis court."

 She looked over her shoulder at Doug with wide eyes.
Again, she heard her temporary employer cue her in a whisper,
'Lie on your back and pretend that your ankle is sprained...kick
your shoes off first...'

 She carefully slid off her black, thick-heeled loafers
which clunked on the floor. Carefully, she slipped her bare feet
up on the table, and assumed a lying position on her back with
her reddish curls spilling on the table and her entire form fitting
on the table- with only the tips of her toes off the edge.

 Douglas continued to lecture as the room got to see her
lying there before them and did a "mock" inspection of her
ankle- twisting it to the left and right.

 Kimberly was beginning to understand her role in this
seminar, and now understood why the former girl quit. This was
degrading! She felt stupid up on the table as Douglas ordered
her around and played "doctor'- all while the men sat there
staring. Would we be doing this if I was wearing a skirt? She
thought to herself.

 Doug smiled at the girl and whispered, "You are doing
great, Kim! Sit up again and wait for me to tell you what to do
next."

 She was growing tired of smiling. She was a cynical,
fairly snobby girl who’d  never associate with these "losers" in
real life. But here, the situation was so different. Doug held
something over her that made her continue- willing or not!

 Next, Doug opened up a case that held a portable heart
monitor. He opened it up to show the screen, cables and pads all
tucked neatly within the case. He set the screen facing the
audience and lectured, "These monitors are refurbished and
come from Germany. They’re ‘better than new’, and all come
with full warranties!"

 With a subtle wrist movement, Doug flicked the switch
and the monitor’s little green light began blipping across the
screen. Next, he uncoiled the cables and plugged the two cords
into the sockets.

 Kimberly squirmed looking at the thing. She had seen
things like it before in movies and hospital dramas. She suddenly
came to a bleak, horrific realization... The monitor pads, or
electrodes, on TV were always attached to bare flesh! Surely
Doug wouldn’t dare demonstrate this machine on her....would
he?

 Doug gave the audience another "Hollywood" smile
again, and in showman spirit said, "Well, I guess you aren’t very
impressed watching the little light blip across the screen. I guess
you need to see the thing actually work, huh?"

 They audience nodded enthusiastically- looking up at the
innocent girl seated on the exam table. Everyone thinking the
same thing- will he make her take her top off?

 Doug continued, "Well, I doubt that Kimmy here is in
any real danger of any cardiac problems anytime soon." he said,
amusing the crowd again, "However, we need a test subject and
I doubt that any of you want to see my whimpy, hairy chest.
So...", he paused, "It looks like we’ll use her instead- if no one
out there objects?"

 Kimberly nearly fell off the table. Her face turned seven
shades of red! With her eyebrows wrinkled, she stared at Doug
with a confused, angry expression. She whispered to a totally
deaf set of ears, "Doug?!  Are you crazy? What do you think...."

 Doug ignored her utterly, then bent over putting his face
level with hers and said, "Sorry if I left out this part, Kimberly.
My mistake!" he said with a sarcastic look on his face.

 Kimberly’s eyes bulged, and she lost her ability to speak.
This was getting out of control, she thought. The audience
watched the two conferring with each other and could see
Kimberly’s reluctance.

 Doug looked into her puppy-dog eyes and said, "Listen
Kimberly, you owe me this much! I did you a huge favor by not
calling the police. These buyers need to see this unit work,
otherwise they’ll assume I am trying to sell them garbage!"

 Doug turned and smiled and resumed his showmanship.
He spoke to Kimberly as if he was an actor in a bad sit-com.
"Well, Kimberly, as you’ve probably guessed, you are a little
"over-dressed" for the heart monitor to work. Ahem.... you can
slip your top off please so I can attach you to the monitor
now...."

 The members of the audience were amazed. This was
turning into a very interesting sales meeting- to say the least!
Not a single male looked bored, nor were any of them wishing
they were on the golf course right now.

 With all of the pressure on her, Kimberly dared not argue
with Douglas further.  Another girl might have told Doug to
"fuck himself", but somehow, the demanding, convincing
businessman had a grip on her. She was still unable to get over
the guilt of this morning’s accident- and the thought of what
could have happened if the police were called to the scene.

 She sighed, and made a sarcastic face. Carefully,
Kimberly undid the long laces that were intertwined through her
top. She then pulled the threads, loosening the middle, and took
a firm hold of the bottom. In a fluid, graceful motion, her tummy
and lime green bra were exposed....followed by the ruffling of
her reddish-brown hair. She turned crimson and placed the top
next to her on the table.

 Not an eye turned away from the sight of Kimberly
blushing in her bra! Her skin was radiant, lightly tanned, and
flawless. She had the neck, shoulders and arms of a miniature
super-model, and her tummy was the perfect mixture between
athletic and sexy. She was the classic teen-girl that every man
secretly wanted! Kimberly was just like the young, bikini-clad
eighteen-year-olds these men would lust for at the shore, while
their pale, sagging wives, sat under sun umbrellas, rubbing white
stuff on their noses.

 The lime green bra had thin straps and was made of basic
cotton. Everyone discreetly sneaked peeks at her glorious,
round, 36-C breasts. Her natural shape was better than any
go-go dancer out there! The most enticing thing of all, however,
was the fact that she looked totally embarrassed and shy up
there!

 The pads were connected to the girl, as she rolled her
pretty eyes, glancing away from everyone. Doug’s hands
attached the cables and routed the cords to either side of her.
There was a hush over the men as they sat watching the sight.

   The monitor began blipping in time with her pulse- which
was frantic and galloping like an untamed mustang. The
monitor’s little dot flickered across with each heart-beat and
made a tiny "blip" sound. Onlookers, who were actually tearing
their eyes away from Kim long enough, noticed interference on
the screen. Something was definitely ruining the signal, and the
dot was jumpy and inconsistent.

 Doug was doing his sales-pitch, but even he noticed a
problem. "As you can see, gentlemen, the data port can plug into
any compatible printer providing a hard copy of the patient’s
heart rate. This unit, I assure you, is among the simplest on the
market to operate...(blah, blah, blah)"

 The dot jumped around and Doug had to address the
problem. Damn, what is happening? he thought. With a small
chuckle he said, "I think the ‘little dot’ is nervous up here....", he
said making the crowd smile. He bought a little time, but the
mystery needed to be resolved or they would not trust any of his
products.

 Kimberly was in her own world, ignoring everything
around her. All she heard was the piercing "blips' from the
machine, and Doug’s boring lecturing.

 Doug pursed his lips, "Gentlemen, I must say, I am a bit
puzzled by this interference. This is highly unusual, I promise
you. Perhaps it is the microphone or the lights..." The audience
whispered, and Doug began to calculate his losses! He was
starting to look foolish, and untrustworthy! He strained for an
answer, then smiled wide.

 Doug’s showmanship took over again and he turned
things in his favor. "Gentlemen, I believe I have an answer! You
can tell that my medical training needs refreshing. The Mark VI
monitor cannot have ANY metal near it’s pads to function
properly."

 He gave Kimberly- specifically her bra, a direct look and
added, "I believe that my assistant may be wearing some wire
concealed within her brassiere."

 His voice became a whisper, "Kim, does that bra have an
under-wire?"

 Without even thinking she responded, "Yeah. Why?"

 In a voice as casual as a man asking for the correct time,
Doug said, "Good, that was the trouble. Take it off..."

 Kimberly couldn’t believe her ears. She raised her
eyebrows in a hurt, puzzled expression. "Doug?!", she squealed.

 Doug sneered, "You either do it, or I will call the police
the minute this seminar is over!"

 The girl had no choice. Slowly, she reached behind her
back and unfastened her bright green bra. The straps slid off her
beautiful shoulders and the girl desperately tried to hide her
young mounds and pointed nipples after shedding the material
totally.




Part 2

 Doug took the "offensive" garment and tossed it to the
other end of the table- away from the pads connected to his
lovely assistant. Kimberly remained sitting, slightly hunched,
doing her best to minimize the audience’s view while her face
turned bright red. Doug, however, shook his head and told her
that he didn’t want her watch or other jewelry to affect the
monitor. So, in the end, the poor girl was forced to put her arms
at her sides and accept her nakedness and the stares from the
audience. Her globes of flesh stuck straight out and were a half
shade lighter than her tummy. Her nipples were adorable little
nose-cone shaped thimbles. Her youth allowed her
grapefruit-sized mounds to defy gravity, and pointed straight
out towards the older men erotically. Wow, was she amazing!
The men whispered comments, which Kimberly realized, were
most likely not relevant to the Mark VI heart monitor!

 Doug was pleased with the clarity and resolution. The
blipping dot on the monitor was registering her embarrassment
and was now flashing across twice as fast! Her heart rate was
like a squirrel’s- after being chased up a tree by a dog. Douglas
looked out at the buyers, hoping their satisfaction had been
earned. "And so, gentlemen, it certainly took a little ‘work’, but
I think we have a very nice IMAGE up here, after all." The
crowd chuckled at his intentional stress on the word "image" and
everyone, including Kim, understood his meaning. She crossed
her arms, with a scornful look and tilted her head in disgust.

 The questions about the monitor, started out legitimate,
but soon became absurd. The men in the audience were
intentionally dragging out the girl’s misery and they were asking
all sorts of dumb things to keep her topless as long as possible.

 "What kind of batteries does it take?"

 "How long does recharging take?"

 "Does it come in RED?"

 Doug looked at his Tag Hauer watch and raised his
eyebrows. "Well, gentlemen, it seems that more time has gone by
than I had realized. Let’s break for ten minutes and give our
assistant a chance to ‘catch her breath.’"

 The men ever so slowly filed out of the room. No one
wanted to miss a moment! A few stood around watching Kim
pull the monitor pads off her chest and cover herself up again.

 Doug turned off his microphone and stood facing the
young lady. "Well, I think that went really well, don’t you? I
think this is going to be a record day."

 Kim was not speaking. She grabbed for her bra and gave
him a look that didn’t need any obscene words spoken aloud.
Her eyes flashed complete disdain and hatred.

 "Hey?" Doug said, "What’s the matter, Kimberly?"

 She lifted one side of her mouth, and addressed him as if
she was about to slap his face. "I’ll tell you what’s the matter!
You’re using me, Doug! Is this a medical seminar, or a girly
show? Do you think I enjoyed these old, creepy guys looking at
me?!" Her arms were crossed and she flipped a few bangs out of
her face. "Now, you listen to me!"

 Doug regained control of the situation in a low, yet
scornful tone. He knew that he was wrong for doing this to the
innocent girl, but Doug was having way too much fun to let her
off the hook. "No, Kim....you listen to me!" He shook his head
as if Kim were being unreasonable and totally ungrateful for this
"privilege" of working off her debt. "Let me make one thing
clear to you. This seminar is one of the most important days of
my life! The sales here today will either make this company or
put it into bankruptcy! I can’t afford your ‘little-girl’ modesty
getting in the way of putting on a good presentation. If you want
out, tell me now, and I will call the police chief-  who I happen
to know very well, and tell him that you fled from the scene of
the accident!"

 Kimberly covered her mouth holding her arms over her
chest and held the ends of her bra strap, "Doug, that is a lie!"

 Doug smirked like a villain in an a classic silent movie.
All that was missing was the thin mustache. "Well, you decide.
But, tell me know!"

 She took a forced deep breath and groaned, realizing the
futility in arguing with the slick character. In his thousand dollar
suit, and shiny jewelry, he was like arguing with the devil,
himself. She simply was not going to allow the police to get
involved. "Doug? Please....", she said in a hopeful tone of voice,
trailing off without any more opposition.

 Wow! That was it? Doug was so proud of himself. He
thought that a lot more convincing and threatening would be
needed. He suppressed an evil smirk and said, "C’mon now,
these old guys out here were all once doctors themselves! This is
no big thing for them! Besides, most of these geezers have
daughters your age. I assure you that they are watching with
admiration for your courage and respect for your open mind."
He was making himself sick with his own nonsense. What a
bullshit artist! This was nothing more than a highly profitable
"bachelor party" with an adorable, sexy "girl in a cake". He
knew that these guys would buy all they could to ensure another
seminar sometime soon.

 Doug looked at his watch again, and threw the girl a
small, hospital garment. "By the way, you are going to do a little
modeling. I bought a few thousand hospital gowns from an
outfitter in Holland. Here- go to the ladies’ room, take off
everything, except your panties, and put this on!"

 She clung the light blue hospital gown in her hand, and
shook her head, as she headed to the ladies’ room without
argument. She held it draped over her, and was disgusted by the
men in the hallway who attempted friendly chatter with her. She
darted into the restroom for dear life and a few tears ran down
her cheek once the bathroom door shut behind her.

 The gown was light blue, made of ultra light fabric and
the back was loose and partly open. She finally got it tied and
looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped her eyes, but could not
stop the waterworks, realizing that she would have to prance
back into the room wearing THIS?!  She turned and could not
believe how short the obscene thing was. If she raised up her
arms the slightest bit, the bottom came up and revealed her
brightly colored under-pants.

 Her lime green panties were high cut on the sides and
were some European design  that had only a little more material
in the rear than a thong. Normally, she liked wearing them,
realizing how nicely they accentuated her firm bottom, but today
she wished that she was wearing something modest.

 She put her ear to the door and peered out of it, praying
that none of the other seminars were being let out early. Her
little feet took dainty steps down the hallway, and she turned
walking hesitantly back into the room. Unlike the usual boring
sales seminars, everyone had returned to his seat early, and
stared as Kimberly quietly crept into the room.

 Their eyes were brutal and merciless- staring at the newly
exposed parts of her legs and thighs which were covered by the
shorts before. She walked directly up on the stage where Doug
was waiting and she gave the room a quick, unwilling flash of
her undies as she stepped up on the platform.

 Doug smiled and began the second half of the seminar.
"Well, gentlemen, welcome back. As you can see, Euro-Medical
not only sells high quality instruments, but on occasion, we sell
garments like lab coats, and examination gowns." He reached
out his hand like a ringmaster at a circus, "Please turn your
attention to my lovely assistant, Kimberly. She is modeling a
very fine, well-made hospital gown that I found from a company
in Holland. Their fine garments are being discontinued, and I
bought out their hospital line. As you can see the garment is
made from unshrinkable....(blah, blah, blah)"

 From the corner of her eyes, she noticed with alarm that
a few men were cradling cameras in their laps. What the hell was
happening?

 Doug smiled and said, "A few of you came to me during
the break asking if pictures could be taken to show your bosses
and senior executives back home. By all means, gentlemen, feel
free to do so. At this time, I am going to have Kimberly give you
a closer look at this garment."

 Kimberly’s face took on a reddish hue and everyone
knew the girl was feeling humiliated. However, rolls of film were
being loaded, and the group of horny, lustful men sat back as if
she were a go-go dancer about to approach the patrons in a
smoke-filled bar.

 As she stepped off the stage, a few flashes fired in unison
targeted at the "upskirt" shot she was giving them. With a deep
breath, she fast-walked before the front row- without the
required smile or any cheerful eye contact whatsoever. A man in
the front row peered through his lens and blinded the poor girl
with a brilliant, point-blank FLASH!

 She was still seeing spots as she forced herself to move
between the next two rows and kept her body as far away from
the next line-up of perverts. Heads shook and nodded, saying,
"Very nice." as she walked by them. A very large man in the
middle created an obstacle which Kimberly was forced to step
over.

 "Excuse me, sir." She said, stepping over his feet,
creating another photo-moment as her skirt raised up again-
providing a brief peek at her panties. FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

 The last row was the worst. Yasob, a forty eight year old
man from the Middle  East, sat back biting his lip to keep from
smiling at the girl’s sweet face and sexy body. He looked like the
typical Arabian sheik, but he was barely a step above a
street-person. He lived out of his car, a low-life traveling
salesman, and was hoping to make a few business contacts here
today.

 The harsh reality of Yasob’s unsuccessful business career
was simple- he stunk! Literally. His body had the oily smell of
curry seeping through his skin all the time and he bathed only
when he had the money for a hotel room. He was a turn-off the
moment he walked into any room. He had thick hair, a coarse
mustache, dark caterpillars for eyebrows and thick spectacles.
He sold rubber and latex tubing, and was hoping to gain some
new ground today, but since seeing his sexy, little "American
honey" he was totally sidetracked, and felt a fondness for the
teen-beauty swelling within his three-day-old boxer shorts.

 As Kimberly carefully walked between the last two rows
of folding chairs, the dark-skinned foreigner rudely held up his
hand, speaking in an accent. "One moment, my dear. I would
like to see the stitching, and I need to write down the garment’s
composition."

 As if purchasing a horse, the man stood up and looked at
the collar, letting his fingers pull it up- pretending to look for a
tag.

 Arghhh! Pheww!! Kimberly thought to herself! This guy
reeks! She had to be professional, so she pretended not to
notice, and breathed out of her mouth.

 He shook his head, not finding a tag, and then checked
around the front. He pulled the loose collar outward toward him
and stared inside the gown at her lovely tits. He smiled, excitedly
on the inside, but kept a cold, harsh demeanor- as if he was a
discriminating seamstress. The "rubber-man" knew nothing
about clothes at all! Kimberly looked right at him with an
"excuse-me?" type face but said nothing out loud to the brazen
man.

 Kimberly stared away from Yasob as he evaluated the
"stitching", or more accurately, the curves of the captive girl’s
body. She stood rigidly as a few more flashes went off around
her.  FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

 The impostor got even more bold and in his accent said,
"OK, Miss, turn around and let me see the back side.'

 The girl carefully turned with her hands holding the
bottom in place. She kept her butt pointed a little bit sideways to
the man. He touched her around the waist- as if he was within
his rights, and squared her ass directly in front of his face.
"There... I just want to see if they hid the tag somewhere back
here." He offered lamely, as he pulled the back of her little
hospital skirt up in the air!

 The girl was ready to die of embarrassment! Her entire
rear end was in this man’s face! Kim faced ahead, in disbelief at
this man’s rudeness and utterly ruthless behavior. The fabric
came up from between her legs and separated her taut, sexy
buns. Yasob exposed her panties as if he was doing nothing
indecent. The girl was about to spin around and slap him, but
thought about the consequences carefully. Instead she let the
back row enjoy the sight and she stood with her hands balled
into tight fists.

 Jimmy Fritz had never stopped being the class clown.
The bald-headed, skinny, runt of a man was quite a successful
sales representative. However, business-women everywhere
hated him, and he’d lost jobs for sexual harassment claims more
than once. He had no respect for the opposite sex, and did most
of his business meetings in topless bars and nude reviews. He
looked over at her upturned skirt and had the audacity to capture
the moment.

 What a hot, little ass! he thought, as he raised his camera
instinctively. FLASH! "She’ll never see me, again- right?" He
said to a tight-assed gentlemen seated next to him. The man
alongside him shook his head in utter contempt for the Jimmy,
and looked away- lest others think he was associated the
obnoxious, pervert.

 She pulled herself from Yasob, and for the first time,
showed a little back-bone. "Sir, we can provide your company
with a free sample. Then you can analyze the garment as
thoroughly as you wish."

 She darted her eyes across at the bald photographer who
would be taking home a lovely souvenir of her panty-covered
ass. She shook her head in shock that anyone could be so
audacious and crude. Her hate-filled eyes stared directly at Fritz,
wishing a disease on him. Jimmy , however, had no honor, nor
any decency. He smiled back at her like a photographer for the
National Enquirer.... imagining the other sales-reps’ jealousy
once he showed the pictures to them.

 The respectable man seated next to Jimmy Fritz finally
cracked. "Hey, you think maybe  I can get a set of those?" he
asked. The two laughed and bonded at Kimberly’s expense.

Part 3

 Kimberly returned to the stage next to Douglas. Her
employer was ready, and already, had another item out of its
case, ready for show. Doug whispered, "Have a seat on the side
of the table, Kim."

 Kimberly faced the floor, as Doug held up a small digital
recording thermometer. "Gentlemen, this unique purchase from a
small company in Belgium allows me to offer these
ultra-accurate thermometers to my buyers at one third of the
original cost."

  He held a small 'egg-shaped" sensor in his hand which
was the size of a marble- but it was made of polished, smooth
metal. He held it up and the glint was visible to everyone in the
room. The little sensor was attached to a thin, spiral wire which
lead to the computerized digital screen.

 Doug shrugged, and admitted, "I am not exactly sure
why the company devised such an unusual sensor for their unit.
A straight, traditional thermometer connected to the wire would
have been just as simple to use. However, as you will see, the
unit can record a patient’s trend temperatures for minutes, even
hours, as long as the sensor remains in place- under the tongue."

 Peter Whitford was an Englishman who sat on his folding
chair nearly laughing out loud. He had used the thermometer
before, and found it quite humorous how far off the mark Doug
was straying on this item! The unit was made for long-term
usage, but was never designed for oral use at all! The
thermometer was common in post-surgical rooms where
swelling prohibited the use of a traditional thermometer. This
unit, however, was for rectal use only!

 Whitford stopped Douglas from putting things where
they didn’t belong. "Sir. I think you may want to hold off for a
second. If you take a careful look at the sensor, you will see that
there is some very small writing on it. If I recall correctly." he
said in a refined English accent.

 Doug turned the metallic, mercury-filled tip carefully in
his fingertips, and in a moment, the enlightened man smirked and
looked out at Whitford. Their eyes met, and they chuckled for a
moment, keeping the little joke to themselves- and the entire
room in suspense. In small laser-engraved letters, Doug read the
words FOR RECTAL USE ONLY.

 'Well,' Doug said nodding his head, "I am grateful for
the astute observation of my audience member. Gentlemen, this
unit, apparently, was designed for non-oral use only." He
grinned, "It all makes sense if you think about the sensor’s
unique size and shape....," he said with his ditzy assistant, Kim
squinting her eyes, then abruptly grasping the concept.

 She sat without fear. Doug would never make her
demonstrate this item! Would he?

 Douglas was in "showman" form once again. He held out
a hand to Dr. Peter Whitford and invited him up on stage as the
"expert" spokesman for the thermometer.  Whitford was a pale,
red-haired man with gold wire-rimmed glasses, and a lanky body.
He worked for the University of London, and led their sleep
research institute. He buttoned his jacket and approached the
stage.

 This was the first time Douglas had ever brought a
member of the audience up on stage. But, Doug’s unique verbal
skills allowed him to be introduced into the seminar seamlessly.
"Well, thanks again for throwing me that ‘life-saver’. But, since
you are the ‘local’ expert on this device... I am going to put you
to work up here."

 Whitford smiled and let his eyes take a little peek at
Kimberly. She was so damn hot! Why were none of his research
subjects ever like her? Back home, at London University, he ran
an experimental sleep chamber where test subjects were paid a
small sum to sleep in a controlled environment. He would track
breathing, heart rate and body temperature throughout the night.
The subjects always hated the part about sleeping with the cold
sensor up their ass, but they’d all admit that it wasn’t so bad
afterwards, once they had gotten used to it.

 Whitford would feel cheated whenever his female
"sleepers" were "hooked up" by the nurse. He’d always return to
the room, only to see the girls with a wire running up inside the
shorts of her PJs. Peter nodded and went with the flow of the
seminar. "Very well", he said in a British accent, "What do you
want me to do?"

 Doug looked out at the audience and said, "I want you to
give a demonstration on the proper way to record a patient’s
temperature using this unit. I am sure that my assistant will make
an acceptable test subject."

 Kimberly nearly screamed. What?! She let out an audible
gasp as the room looked up with complete shock, yet an odd,
giddy euphoria. Her legs and hind quarters were tight and sexy.
The thought of seeing her back-side bared on stage, excited the
on-lookers. Under the guise of a medical seminar, these men
were violating, and degrading the poor young woman
mercilessly!

 Peter stood grinning. Doug "wired" a microphone
around his neck and the "guest speaker" was wired-for-sound.
The man was a natural orator and he parleyed in a playful
manner with the young, beautiful girl. "Well, Kim, this is
honestly going to be much easier than you think. I promise." he
said in a his sophisticated accent. She had no comment or reply.
She gazed past the British man in her own world.

 His  eyebrows were raised up and his face was slightly
flushed from the excitement of the stage. He looked very
forward to "sticking" the sensor up poor Kimberly’s hot little
ass!

 Kim was beyond angry! She was completely enraged and
mortified! The thought of what was about to happen brought her
to the brink of death by humiliation! Every nerve on the girl was
tingling, and she felt the cold, cruel, lustful eyes on her body-
icy, creepy  and penetrating. This is not real! This is not real! She
repeated to herself... I must be in a vivid dream, the
horror-stricken girl thought.

 Whitford then spoke as if Kim wasn’t in the room. "I’ve
got to be honest with you, Doug." the university professor said
in his matter-of-fact voice. "That sensor really has to be
administered DEEP to give an honest, solid reading." Doug
nodded and made a face that suggested- fine, be my guest.

 Doug led the man to the sink where they both scrubbed
up and donned latex exam gloves. Kimberly looked across and
cringed, her toes scrunched sub-consciously. Doug was making a
complete fool of her now! Was this punishment for his car? How
unfair! Kimberly put her face in her hands and went ghost-white.
The worst part was that complaining about it would only get her
in even worse trouble!

 Doug and Pete Whitford stood before the girl as if she
were a project on a television "fix-it" show. Every man in the
room watched, staring in disbelief. They could not believe that
this seminar was continuing with no concern for the young
woman’s modesty or honor. They all were taking pleasure in the
girl’s mortified eyes. In today’s politically correct world, it was
wonderful to be a part of something so indecent and morally
corrupt. To top off the wicked delight of it all, the girl was
barely "legal".

 Doug handed his temporary co-speaker the light, slippery
lubricant that Whitford had requested. The salesman had no use
for it, ordinarily, yet he carried an array of supplies in a doctor’s
kit to each meeting. The lubricant was smelly as Kimberly first
got a whiff of it. Whitford popped the little jar open and placed it
on a tray on wheels, next to the exam table.

 Douglas smiled right in Kimberly’s face. His words were
casual, yet commanding. "All right, Kimberly stand up and let’s
have you turn with your back to the crowd, and your pelvis
pushed up against the table."

 The girl had been defeated! She sighed, and brushed a
few hairs out of her face, standing up slowly on wobbly knees.
She clung on to her modesty like a condemned man walking to
the gallows. She hugged  the gown around her hips as she did a
little half-turn and stopped with her butt facing the men in the
room.

 Doug unceremoniously reached for the bottom of the
gown and raised it up while telling the girl to reach out for the
other side of the table. She felt like ice water was being poured
on her back from the shock! Her little bikini panties were shown
to the entire assembly! The men saw the material centered up the
middle of her clenched cheeks. Her buttocks were taut with no
sag at all. Everybody watched as she bent, making her rump
stick out even closer to the guys in the front row, who had
pushed up their chairs ever so gradually, and now their noses
were nearly touching her, practically breathing on her rump.

 Peter Whitford was simply amazed at the great body on
this young lady! He was taking mental "snap-shots" of her for
later use, and couldn’t wait to get back to his hotel. His voice
was totally controlled, as if he was teaching geometry. "All right
then gentlemen, Douglas has cleaned the sensor, and now we
need to ‘prep’ our lovely ‘patient’ for the actual administering of
the miniature probe."

 He cleared his throat and bent a little towards Kimberly’s
shoulder blade. "All right, Kim. I’m sure that you are as ready as
you are going to be," he paused, pleased at being able to make
such a rude comment to such a pretty girl, "Go on, now....young
lady, and drop your panties for me."

 She reached back and sighed dramatically. Her fingers
reached into the slim, lime-green waistband of her panties, and
she lowered them- baring her ass to all eyes! Wow! Men sat
speechless! They were in total, euphoric, shock. This was the
best sales seminar in history!

 Kimberly realized that there was little use in protecting
her modesty at this point. Instead of baring her "crack' only, the
girl slipped them down to her knees- like a naughty girl about to
get spanked. She held her legs together tightly, and looked over
her shoulder with a sour glance at Whitford. The expression on
her face was priceless!

 Peter Whitford knew that his "assistant" was unwilling,
and in reality, everyone in attendance realized that this was
reaching a point of mental cruelty. Kim would probably need to
take a dozen showers or so once she got home from this! Oh
well, everyone gets picked on, used, or generally "fucked" some
time or other. This was HER turn! Pete smiled thinking of the
girls in high school that often made fun of him. In an odd way,
this was wonderful retaliation!

 The men studied the perfect, naked little rump before
them. There were no comments, nor any flash photography, but
there were whispers audible here and there around the room. She
was kept in a bent-over position by Doug. His hand was placed
on the small of her back, and held the gown up high up the
middle of her back.

 Peter went to "work" carefully and in a manner that
allowed the room to observe. His fingers rested on her buns,
then he applied slow, even pressure and spread her buns apart.
Her anal cavity "smiled" to the crowd, in plain view. Kimberly
shut her eyes and clenched her jaw.

 The sensor was dipped into the lubricant, as was one of
the British doctor’s fingertips as he continued lecturing. "We see
that the point of insertion will need to be relaxed, or better yet,
lubricated with a fingertip."

 He lightly swirled the gunk around her hole, letting the
slippery paste stick to her anus. She could both hear and smell
the application and wanted to die! All eyes saw the light residue
on her- which looked slick and oddly erotic.

 'And lastly," he said in a voice that sounded almost
obscene, "The book suggests that inserting a finger into the anus
will relax the patient and help in providing a more comfortable
insertion...."

 The room was dead silent. Pete slipped his finger into her
well-lubricated rectum. She tightened around his finger
instinctively, and nearly stood straight up! The penetrating
finger was so agile and slippery, she had no choice other than to
accept his digit inside her. She felt the horrifying sensation of the
gloved finger inside her passage, and Kimberly let out a
pornographic little squeal. The room watched the finger slip
three-quarters into the girl’s hole, then slowly retract with a
half-swirl...

 The room was aroused by this display, and watched the
shiny metallic tip dangle from the cord which Peter loosely held
in his other hand. In the tone of an apologetic father spanking his
daughter, Peter steadied his voice and said, "All right, Miss... try
to relax and work with me. In order to function, this sensor
needs to go inside you a good four inches or so..."

 She made no sound of acceptance or acknowledgment.
Her face was against her hands and she breathed like a
hyper-active child locked in a closet.

 Slowly, Peter sunk the slippery probe part way into the
girl. He inspected her creased pink skin around it, which was
offering a degree of resistance to the sliver "bullet". He was
forced to pull her buns apart more radically- which really let the
crowd take a good peek at everything between her legs. Now,
her entire feminine area was on display, and the girl’s shaved
vagina was partly visible.

 She squealed a more audible grunt, as the probe
disappeared inside her real tunnel. "Uhhh!" Once the initial
resistance was overcome, the probe slipped inside her all at once.

 Peter took a hold of the cord farther back, and eased the
foreign device deeper inside her body. "Good," Whitford said, as
both men oversaw the operation, "Just a little deeper, Miss, relax
for me...."

 Kim could feel it moving within her, and the sensation
felt like "potty-training" class in reverse. Ugh! She attempted to
move her body forward with the probe, but she had nowhere to
go. Her hips were bumping the table and she received another
inch or two of cord burrowing farther inside her.

 The audience saw the cord protruding from her anus, and
the half-crazed look on the girl’s face. She was not having a
good day!  Kimberly was told to sit back on the table again as
the recording monitor was flipped on. Her gown dropped back
over her, and her arms crossed angrily! She could feel the object
nestled inside her and felt violated.  She sat praying this "thing"
would end soon as she heard the technical specifications of the
unit being recited to the audience. She had to sit there for a full
three minutes as the temperature began to "read" correctly. Her
temperature remained steady in the normal range as the girl
fought off tears of frustration and degradation.

 The unit was finally shut down, and Kimberly cheated the
room, by removing the sensor by herself. It took all of her will,
but the girl "backed" it out carefully, and dangled the cord over
Peter’s wrist. It was like having a room of people look at a Q-tip
that you had just used to clean out your ears- exponentially more
disgusting, of course. The tip was no longer shiny and bright. It
was smudged with lubricant and the heat of her insides. She was
never even given a Kleenex afterwards!


Part 4

 Doug continued the seminar as Kimberly slouched on the
side of the exam table. "Gentlemen, there is one more item I
would like to demonstrate today," he said opening a small case.

 All of the men were staring right at Kimberly, letting
their eyes fall on her tight, sleek legs and embarrassed look on
her face. Douglas held up a four-inch, plastic stick that looked
like it a conductor’s baton snapped in half. On one end there was
attached a bluish colored "Q-tip".

 Doug lifted the stick and continued, "Any of you who
have ever done a rotation in the gynecologist’s office will
recognize this ubiquitious piece of equipment which is used for
pap smears..." The audience smirked a bit, each of them recalling
their first incident as a medical student and the fond memory of
their first "interesting" female patient.

 Douglas continued, "This one, however, has a unique
chemically treated tip which will turn different colors, indicating
to the examiner at once, if there are any maladies within the
woman’s cervix- thereby requiring a more extensive exam or
test."

 Kimberly was not listening to Doug any longer. At this
point, she was in a mortifying day-time nightmare. She was
snapped awake as Douglas gave her the order, "Well,
gentlemen... at this time, I would like to let you see the special
diagnostic pap smear tool in action."  The room received yet
another surprise. Now they were going to get to see the girl’s
most private body part on display before them!

 Douglas faced Kimberly and knew that his words would
be met with resistance. Expecting this, he took on a stern tone of
voice as he met her protesting eyes. Somehow, even in a
whisper, his instructions came across with an intensely harsh
pitch. "Kimmy, this is it...  I have only one more item!  After this
you are done. But trust me, we are going to demo this last
item!"

 Kimberly looked up with eyes on the verge or tears.
"Douglas....no."

 "Lie on your back, sweetie! You can stare up at the
lights and ignore everything around you for all I care, but you
are going to do this one last thing! Slip off your panties, and pull
that gown up to your tummy." he said with an urgency in his
voice, "Do it!"

 Kimberly couldn’t help obeying the man. Doug had
beaten the poor girl, and she’d surrendered the "castle". She
slipped her panties off completely, and lay back on the table with
her knees together. Doug rotated the table ninety degrees so that
everyone could see between her legs. Everyone was glancing
forward at her bald slit adorned with a decorative "airstrip" of
hairs that sprouted above her pussy lips. She held the folded
gown in place above her belly-button, and gripped the rolled
fabric as if biting a musket ball in her teeth.

 Douglas parted her knees more radically and then his
hands reached out for the stainless steel speculum which was
resting alongside him on the wheeled tray.

 Kimberly knew that her feminine area was being mentally
"fucked" by thirty-some guys in the room. Geez, how many of
them would jerk-off later- with images of her body fresh in their
dirty minds?! She sniffed and fought back tears pondering that
disgusting notion!

  "Kimberly’s ‘grooming’ habits really provide us with a
wonderful specimen to use for demonstration." he commented
rudely, looking right at her unobscured sweet-looking, partially
shaved pussy.

 Doug was not a trained GYN, so his attempts to insert
the speculum were clumbsy, and slightly painful for the girl. He
had to make three attempts to finally get it right. She was simply
too tight for an easy fit. Finally, however, she felt her orafice
widen with the chilly steel spreading her pink pussy lips! All eyes
could see the shiny, metallic device protruding, and watched
Doug clamp the device open.

 The "shoe-horn" looking device held her labia apart as
Douglas shined a small flashlight up inside her and held the little
pap-smear tip ready at her entrance. His eyes looked within her
opening and found her cervix.

 "I am now inserting the tip into Kimberly, and collecting
a sample from her..." The audience watched, totally entranced,
as the stick entered her widened passage. Doug obtained his
sample with tiny wrist movements. He let the tip contact a part
of her body which had only been seen by her female gynecologist
prior to today. Now a virtual crowd was observing her pap
smear, while the poor girl lay back with a helpless mortified
expression on her face!

 Douglas withdrew the specimen and held the tip straight
up in the air. "There," he said, "Now all we do is wait a
moment...."

 The wetness on the tip slowly changed color to subtle
green- a healthy reading. All the the while, Kimberly remained
lying with the speculum still sticking out of her. Doug smiled,
"Green! See that? That indicates that there is nothing out of the
ordinary in our sample taken. And, based on that, the
gynecologist can (blah, blah, blah)..."

 The seminar ended shortly after that. Kimberly snatched
up her clothing, and headed for the rest room with her eyes
straight ahead and her bare feet slapping the tile floor. She never
said goodbye to anyone.

 Douglas went on to find other naive girls to use for his
following seminars, but none of them were nearly as lovely or
sexy as Kimberly...

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