As Julia walked into the examining room, the man on the table was taking off what looked to be a very expensive, well-tailored white shirt. As he pulled it free he revealed a broad, well-muscled and well-tanned chest. Dr. Chegley had to call her name twice before she appeared to come out of a daze and notice him.

"Yes, Doctor?"

"Nurse, please take his blood pressure. And be quick about it. We've got to get all these physicals finished by Friday, and there are at least a dozen left." As usual, he didn't waste time with politeness.

Julia unrolled the blood pressure cuff and slipped it around a bulging bicep. As she did, her slim, dark hand rested on the man's arm several seconds longer than seemed entirely necessary. And while she pumped away at the cuff, she kept one hand on his shoulder. Then it slipped down and roamed across his back.

Dr. Chegley stood on the other side of the patient, his head bent as he listened to the heartbeat. He frowned as it began to race a bit.

As he picked his head up, he noticed the cuff still wrapped around the man's arm. "Unless you think he needs a tourniquet, I think you can stop now," he observed acidly. Julia quickly unwrapped the cuff and put it away. As she did, the doctor put his stethoscope on the man's chest again.

"That's funny," he said. "I could have sworn your pulse was racing a few seconds ago. Have you had any heart problems? No? Nurse, get Mr. Thompson's file for me."

Julia left quickly, with a last lingering look back. Instead of going straight to the files, however, she ducked into a corner of the hallway. Glancing around quickly, she lifted the hem of her short white uniform skirt and slipped a well- manicured finger under her panties. Her head fell back and her dark lips parted as she rubbed the finger over her cunt lips. A soft moan escaped as her juices began to flow, lubricating her hole and allowing her to slip the finger inside.

The nurse's eyes were closed and her head was lolling back and forth when a curt shout broke through: "Nurse! The file!"

Abruptly Julia pulled her hand away. Rushing to the file cabinets, she swept up a paper towel and dried off her finger.

When she opened the door of the examining room again, Dr. Chegley turned swiftly and yanked the file from her hands. She stood stock still. On the table, the patient was lying down, his pants and briefs crumpled around his knees. His partially erect, six-inch cock was in clear view. But even as she stared, the doctor turned back to the man, cutting off her view. The doctor's hands moved down as he checked for a hernia. "That's all, nurse," he called over his shoulder.

Julia returned to the front desk. It was almost noon, and a half-day at the clinic. The others had all taken the day off or left early. Julia slipped into the receptionist's chair, sliding it up to the desk. The only one in the waiting room was a young man, almost a boy. He had on the starched uniform shirt of one of Astrospace's messengers, and he was fiddling nervously with a magazine, flipping the pages too fast to be reading anything.

He glanced up when Julia sat down, then went back to his magazine. Julia furtively slipped both hands beneath the desk top and again lifted her skirt over the tops of her nylons and the white elastic garter straps. She fluttered her hands over her thighs before slipping them under the soft white cotton panties, already wet from her secretions. Gently she spread the slick labia and put two fingers into her cunt. Her breathing grew short and ragged as she fingered herself, letting one finger slide over her sensitive clit. After a few minutes she pulled one hand out and rummaged through her purse, finally pulling out a picture of her boyfriend, Paul, who was out of town for two weeks. She laid the picture on the desk before her and put her hand back down.

As she caressed herself, her long, shapely legs spread apart, pressing into the sides of the desk. She leaned back, the chair's wheels sliding a little on the carpet. Her eyes began to flutter and close.

Then the squeak of the examining room door opening surprised her. Quickly she pulled her hands out and began to smooth out her skirt as the patient walked past, Dr. Chegley close behind.

"Who's next?" he demanded in a bark.

"I am," the messenger said at once, and then repeated it in a lower tone.

"Well, get in here, I haven't got all day," the doctor snarled. As the boy moved past, Dr. Chegley turned to Julia. "I should've been at the hospital 15 minutes ago. Blasted annual physicals. I'll do the once-over on this kid; here, you finish up the paperwork on Thompson and then come in and finish up -- hey, kid, what's your name?"

"Barnes -- Peter Barnes," the messenger said as he slipped into the room.

Julia rushed through the examination forms, checking off all the boxes and making a couple of copies for personnel and their own files. Just as she finished, Dr. Chegley came flying past her, slipping on his coat and heading for the door. "Just check his pressure and send him back to work," the doctor said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

When Julia opened the door of the examining room, the messenger was just buttoning up his shirt. He looked up and perhaps he stared a little. Even the starch of her nurse's whites couldn't conceal the lush curves of Julia Baker's body, and the pure brightness of her uniform drew even more attention to the perfection of her cafe au lait complexion. As she stepped toward him, his eyes moved to her lithe legs, encased in the usual white stockings; the heels of her white shoes emphasized the turn of her slender calves.

"Hello, Peter," she said, unhooking the blood pressure cuff. "Take your shirt off, please."

The boy looked at her, confused. "But... but the doctor just told me to put it back on."

"Now, Peter, I have to take your blood pressure. Let's go."

"They usually just have me roll up my cuff," he said, as he started to show her. She stopped him by putting her hand on his; it was warm and seemed to give off a faint, musky smell.