Chapter 6

Gliding down the hall to his office, Life is good, thought Jack to himself. As he approached the door, he looked at the nameplate like he did every other morning, and grinned: Dr. Jack A. Tails, Physician.

Opening the door, he mentally reviewed his lite schedule for the day. Couple of prescription refills, check on Miss Jessica’s tennis elbow strain, and yes, the new girl. He loved new girl exams.

Being a long-time friend of Mr. H. and long-time resident doctor, he was privy to most things going on here. Although he had the look and demeanor of the stereotypical absent-minded professor, he was far from it. That persona worked well as disarming people, but behind those eyes was a mind that was sharpened years ago at Cal-Tech and MIT. Research was his true passion, and his discovery of the missing element of the pheromonal compound was nothing short of genius. He knew the product would be worth a small fortune, but there was also the chance that how he discovered it might be uncovered, so by tacit agreement with Mr. H., the spray would remain a secret, at least for now.

A knock on the door awoke him from his reverie. “Come in,” he said, and watched as the new girl entered, looking a bit nervous.

After staring a few seconds, she said, “I’m here for the physical. I’m Gay.”

“Not after I get done with you,” said Jack, under his breath, then continued, using his authoritative tone, “I’m Dr. Tails. Nice to meet you. Please go ahead into the examination room and remove your clothes. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Gay entered the room and found it oddly comforting. The walls had murals of sandy beaches and palm trees, and she could hear the waves of the oceans against a beach. There were quite a few flowers and small trees in the room too. The examination table looked different, but she didn’t give it much thought.

Doc Tails was watching her from his office, the closed-circuit television system his own idea. He sucked in his breath a bit as he saw her remove her blouse and skirt, leaving her clad in a small, red bra and panty set. As she undid the bra and released her breasts, he felt the stirring start between his legs. It continued when her pussy came into view. He watched her look around, then get up onto the table. It was time.

Wheeling into the exam room, preferring a manual wheelchair to those sissy electric ones, Jack pulled up close to the table as Gay looked at him. Pressing a button on a remote, she felt the table sinking towards the floor. After several seconds it stopped, and she realized that this would give Dr. Tails a better angle to examine her.

He began by examining her breasts, first one, then the other. The light pinch of the nipples caught Gay by surprise and she questioned him.

“I’ve never had a Doctor pinch my nipples before.”

“And, you’ve never worked at a place like this before either, I’ll bet,” was his reply. “We need to make sure that all of your parts are in working order. Now here, put this over your nose and mouth,” he said, handing her what appeared to be an oxygen-assisting facial mask, “and breath deeply through your nose, only. Keep your mouth closed. This is to test your lung capacity.”

Gay put the device on her face, and, wanting to score often, er, high, she took half a dozen deep breaths before the Doctor told her to stop. She felt a little light-headed and mentioned it to him, but he told her it would pass.

When he wheeled towards the end of the examination table, she realized why it was shaped so unusually. It was to allow access to his wheelchair between the legs of his patients. She flushed somewhat at the thought and hoped that it would be over quickly.

She had no reason to believe otherwise.

She was so wrong.