Chapter 16

When Carmen told Señor Vásquez that Kaylee’s fifteenth birthday was soon approaching, his face lit up. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she said.

“I think we need to have a very special quinceañera for our American guest.”

Carmen nodded. “I agree. Do you have a venue in mind?”

“Let’s use the beach house. It’s very private. And we can get some fish for dinner.”

The two of them shared a chuckle over his little quip.

Kaylee’s birthday was still several days off, though, and Señor Vásquez wanted to shoot at least one more scene before she turned fifteen.

“Where are we going this time?” asked Kaylee. It was just after sunset and she was blindfolded in the back seat of the Mercedes, once again wearing a school uniform.

Carmen and Señor Vásquez looked at each other. “You’re going to see your gynecologist,” said the director.

“What? I just saw my gynecologist a few weeks ago.”

“Correction,” said Señor Vásquez. “This will be your very first time seeing a gynecologist.”

“What are you talking about? I just said...” Kaylee didn’t know anything about fetishes, but she wasn’t dumb. “Oh. I suppose this is another one of your weird scenarios. Like the church and the high school.”

Carmen smiled. “You’re such a bright girl.”

The car stopped and Kaylee’s blindfold was removed. They were in a deserted parking lot at the rear of a non-descript office building, apparently closed for the day. Señor Vásquez produced a key and opened the door. The man seemed to have connections everywhere.

The blonde teenager noticed the familiar smell of disinfectant as soon as they entered the building. It looked and smelled just like a doctor’s office back home.

They walked down a short hallway and stopped at a door labelled “Doctor Jorge Ramírez, ginecólogo.” Señor Vásquez used another key to open the door. Kaylee found herself in a small waiting room. At one side was a reception desk with glass partition.

The blonde teenager was getting nervous in spite of the gummy she’d eaten—she hated going to any kind of doctor, the gynecologist in particular.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” said Señor Vásquez, after the two cameramen arrived. “Carmen will take you to an exam room. You will undress and put on a gown. Because it’s your first time you will be very shy and nervous.”

Kaylee waited in the hall outside the office. The sign on the door had been covered by one that read, “Doctor G. Vásquez, ginecólogo.” When Señor Vásquez yelled, “Action!” a cameraman followed her into the waiting room. She approached the reception desk where Carmen sat wearing a white lab coat.

“Um, hi. I’m Kaylee, and I’m here for my three o’clock appointment.”

Carmen pretended to look her up on the computer. “Ah, here you are Miss Jones. Have a seat and I’ll call you in a few minutes.”

Kaylee sat on the edge of a chair and wrung her hands nervously. No acting was required—she really was nervous.

“Miss Jones? Follow me, please.”

Carmen led her to an exam room. Just seeing the chair with its metal stirrups caused the teenager’s stomach to do flip-flops.

“Take off all your clothes and put this on,” Carmen said, handing her a hospital gown. She left the room.

Kaylee looked around. The exam room had the same sort of furnishings and accoutrements as her gynecologist at home. Even the posters on the walls were familiar, except they were in Spanish.

She undressed slowly. One camera had a wide view while the other took close-ups: her small, delicate hands removing her tennis shoes, unbuttoning the white blouse, lowering the zipper of her skirt, and unclasping her white training bra.

The camera lingered in a sort of loving caress on each part of her body as it was revealed. The immature breasts with their puffy aureoles were featured, but her shapely legs and little round butt got plenty of attention as well.

The youngster was so beautiful and seemingly innocent that one would never guess that she’d performed multiple forbidden sex acts in the last few days. Her ivory skin was dewy and unblemished. Her lithe body was no longer that of a child but not yet that of a woman.

She was the walking embodiment of early adolescent sex appeal. Or to put it more crudely—jailbait.

The two cameramen were utterly taken with her. Their mouths grew dry and their cocks hard as the pretty teenager undressed. They held their breath as they waited for another look at her hairless split peach, but they would have to wait a bit longer—Kaylee hung her clothes on a hook and put on the gown before removing her panties.

There was a brief knock on the door and it opened. Carmen said, “Doctor Vásquez will be here shortly. I’m going to take your pulse and check your temperature.”

She took Kaylee’s pulse just as a real nurse might have done. Her temperature was another matter.

“Stand up and turn around.”

Kaylee looked mystified but did so. “Now bend over the exam chair.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me, Miss Jones. Bend over so I can take your temperature.”

Kaylee bent over the chair. The hospital gown, of course, was open at the back, and the teenager’s derrière was fully exposed. Her pouting pink pussy lips were just peeking out between her smooth round butt cheeks and the gap between her upper thighs.

While Kaylee waited in that vulnerable position, Carmen took a few moments to don a pair of disposable exam gloves. The camera zoomed in for a close-up as she adjusted the gloves, then squeezed a dollop of K-Y jelly onto the tip of one finger.

“This might feel a little cold, Miss Jones.”

“Oh!” cried the teenager as Carmen applied the lubricant to her anus. Kaylee’s face registered alarm as the nurse’s fingertip circled the tight anal ring. Her mouth opened in shock as the finger penetrated her up to the first knuckle.

“There now. Don’t move while I insert the thermometer.”

The smooth glass slid easily up Kaylee’s pink butthole. “Oh my ... that’s, uh...” she stammered.

“Now we must wait a little longer for the reading to be accurate.” Carmen left the instrument protruding from the young girl’s ass for a full minute while both cameras recorded the scene in loving detail. The lighting was perfect.

That was the moment that Señor Vásquez chose to enter the room. “Ah, I see you have the situation well in hand, nurse.”

“Thank you, Doctor Vásquez.”

“Let’s check her temperature, shall we?” He took hold of the thermometer and gently pumped it in and out of Kaylee’s well-lubricated pink starfish before pulling it out.

“Your pulse and temperature are both normal, Miss Jones. Please sit up on the chair. Very good. Now place your feet in the stirrups.”

This was the moment that Kaylee had been dreading. Her gynecologist at home was nice enough but still the examination process felt creepy and awkward. This whole scenario reminded her too much of a real exam.

Señor Vásquez used the stirrups to spread her legs wide apart. “I see you’ve shaved down here. Is there any particular reason for that, Miss Jones?”

“Um ... well, no, not really.”

He put on a pair of vinyl gloves as they spoke. “Oh, come now young lady. Girls don’t shave their little pussies for no reason. Are you sexually active, perhaps?”

“No! Uh, that is, um, I might have just, uh, tried a couple of things lately...”

Señor Vásquez snorted with disapproval. “Indeed! Let’s have a closer look, shall we? Nurse, a little lubrication, if you please.” He held out a hand and Carmen squirted a large blob of K-Y jelly into his palm.

He wheeled a stool right up between Kaylee’s widespread legs. The doctor used his slippery, gloved fingers to tease Kaylee’s plump outer lips. He then ran a fingertip gently up and down her exposed inner labia.