~Subject: Story, The Clinic, (sex, deception)
~From: paddleher@aol.com (PaddleHer)
~Date: 9 Jul 1995 00:59:58 -0400
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories




A fantasy, for adults,  ONLY!  Concerning sex and
deception between adults.


                    THE CLINIC


The Setting:  

A medium sized medical clinic,  set amongst a large industrial 
park consisting of warehouses, trucking companies,  and light 
manufacturing,  catering to same regarding on the job injuries 
as well as pre-employment physicals, and occasionally functioning
as an extension to the major university hospital not far away.

The Character:

One Kyle Killian, a sixth year student at the university
who has just received his degree in civil engineering,
while working full time at the clinic all of those years,
and will now be leaving for a lengthy time on a Brazilian
dam project.

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It was Memorial Day and the clinic was closed, and a
perfect opportunity for Kyle to enter the clinic and patch
up all the holes he made in the walls, drilled specifically
to watch all the disrobing  and subsequent physicals of
all the prospective employees, especially the women.

He donned a white lab coat, lest the plaster get all over
his clothes and went to work, pausing and smiling as
he patched the holes in the room where Nurse Connie
worked.  My god, the woman liked her job!  Telling
each person, both male and female, to undress as she
watched their every movement, and insisting, and quoting
the law, that she had to watch as they urinated into the
specimen cups for later drug testing.

Then, while they were stark naked, weighing and taking
medical history, never missing an opportunity to fondle
their genitals while assuming all sorts of lewd positions.

He would miss her and never, ever, forget the time the
local high school sent over all the soccer players for
their exams, as the result of some new state law.  What
a time Nurse Connie had with all of those nubile bodies;
the girls, with their budding breasts, and the boys with 
their raging hormonal cocks, that she fondled without
hesitation and left the poor wretches stiff and unsatisfied.

Kyle finished patching the last hole, and just settled down
to wait for the plaster to dry prior to painting, when he
heard the buzzer indicating that the someone had
entered the front door.   "Shit!" he exclaimed and thought
that he must not have entered the correct alarm code,
and the police were sent.  But no problem, he had his
ID and the permission of the clinic manager to come
in on the holiday.

But he was wrong.  It was not the police.  A girl of
oriental origin stood waiting in the lobby, calling out
a feint "hello?".

Confidently, Kyle approached the girl, and although her
English was broken, it was understandable.  She was
a transfer student from Bejiing and would be working
part time at the University.  After reading the papers
she presented to  him, it was clear, that she was there 
for her physical.   Kyle reasoned correctly, that she had no
idea what Memorial Day was, or its significance as a
business closed holiday.

Kyle's blood boiled at her beauty, and at once thought,
"hey, why not?" as he ushered the girl into Nurse Connie's
station.

He told her to undress, assuming the condescending
demeanor of the doctors he had witnessed over the
years, and watched as her pale white face flushed at 
the order.  She was nervous and shy, but on the other hand, 
seemed almost trained in obedience, and Kyle watched
intently as she began to remove her clothing, bending
and looking at him with wide eyes.

When she was nude, Kyle had her stand still, arms at
her sides and walked around her, with his clip board
in hand.  He marveled at the thick pudenda, with its fat
lips,  disproportionately large for such a small
woman.  As well as were her nipples,  perched atop
small fleshy breasts, they were nearly an inch long and
in swelled erection.  Genetics crossed his mind.

She held her head high, and he wondered if it was pride
or practiced submission.    After he weighed her, all
110 pounds of her just five foot frame, he had her
spread her legs,  lace her fingers behind her head, and
close her eyes.

Kyle had witness the neurolocical examination many times, 
where the doctor touched the patient all over with
the head of pin, and asked to identify what part of the
body he had just touched with the pin.

He watched the girl breathe heavily with her eyes closed
and her arms and legs spread.  Kyle touched the pin to
her right temple and she identified it correctly. Then the
left and so on.  The pin touched her breasts then the
nipples themselves, as the correct response brought
responses that resembled moans, and finally a concerned
scream as Kyle pushed the pin against the nipple just a
little too hard.

He apologized profusely and used his fingers to feel
the nipples in order, he explained, to ascertain if there,
indeed, was any injury.  This took quite some time, and
Kyle squirmed with arousal as he felt the swelling
nipples.


Kyle smiled as he squatted down and looked directly 
between her wide spread legs and into those fat lips, 
sparsely covered with the darkest of pubic hair. He
gently touched the pin to the plump left vaginal lip.

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End part one.  More?  Comments welcome, and please, no flames.  I have
                                 enough in real life.