Chapter 4: Mary Ann's Examination

A freshly scrubbed, towel wrapped Ginger walked up to the entrance of the hut she shared with Mary Ann. She hoped that all previous evidence of her sexual encounters earlier that day had been washed away. She did her best to look as penitent as possible. Imagining the Professor uncharacteristic stern attitude toward her helped. Tentatively, she knocked.

"Mary Ann, Mary Ann," Ginger said gently, "Mary Ann, are you awake?"

"Go away!"

"Mary Ann, please, you must believe how sorry I am."

"Yeah, I'll bet!"

"Mary Ann, I'm sorry. I lost control, I know. It'll never happen again. Please let me in." Ginger could hear the creak of a bed. At least, Ginger thought, Mary Ann was getting up. Through the window, she could see that Mary Ann was still naked. Reluctantly, she turned away so Mary Ann wouldn't catch her peeking. When Mary Ann poked her head out the window, she was wearing her gingham dress.

"I see you found a towel," noted Mary Ann. Ginger hoped that there was faint note of disappointment in her voice.

"I was hiding in the bush, completely nude, for what seemed like hours. When things finally got quiet, I stole a towel from the Howell's. God, did I need a shower!"

"Why didn't you just go back to the cave?"

"Oh, Gilligan's out there hunting for pirates, again. I didn't want to get caught."

"Oh, Gilligan's harmless," said Mary Ann, leaving unsaid the phrase, unlike some people.

"I was more worried about trying to explain it to him. Yes, Gilligan, I know I don't have clothes on. Yes, Gilligan, I know I don't have a pee-pee. Girls aren't built that way..."

Mary Ann giggled. Ginger gratefully laughed back. Mary Ann, satisfied that Ginger had been punished and humiliated, opened the door. The two women gazed at each other for a moment that was in danger of going on too long.

"I could never stay mad at you," whispered Mary Ann. Rather than breaking the tension, it increased it and the two women embraced in a passionate kiss. Mary Ann parted her lips, and Ginger had to resist the urge to drop her towel to the ground and jam her tongue down her friend's throat. It wasn't easy. If she hadn't been so recently sexually drained by the Professor's machine and her workout in the shower, she never would have found the strength.

Ginger broke the kiss. Mary Ann clearly wanted her, but she was still too conflicted by her upbringing. It was best to stick to her original plan. Once she had been gang-banged by the men and throughly knocked up, she would agree to do anything with Ginger.

"I'm glad were friends again, Mary Ann," Ginger said sincerely. Mary Ann said nothing, still recovering from the kiss. "I love you, Mary Ann."

"And, I love you, too, Ginger." A moment's hesitation, made her add, "As a friend, of course."

"Of course," agreed Ginger. Her machine-slacked lust was beginning to return. The Professor better get here soon, she thought. Ginger turned around, walked to her closet and selected a dress to put on. It was either that or attack Mary Ann again. She dropped her towel and put on her dress with a practiced quickness that came from too many producer's wives showing up unexpectedly. As quick as she was, she noticed Mary Ann in the mirror gazing at her body. Ginger turned around quickly catching her in the act. Mary Ann's face flushed bright red.

"I'm sorry, Mary Ann, I was very bad this morning."

"No, Ginger. It's okay. I overreacted. I just never..." Mary Ann trailed off, embarrassed.

"Had an orgasm before?" Ginger guessed. Mary Ann nodded. Now it was Ginger's turn to be shocked. How could any adult woman never had an orgasm at least by her own hands.

"Is that what's its called? Well, it felt so good, I knew it must be wrong. I know that sounds silly, you coming from Hollywood. I know you have to sleep with all those producers, but I'm a girl..." Mary Ann looked up her confusion was so cute, Ginger had to stifle a laugh.

"Oh, Mary Ann, every one of those producers has a secretary. And believe me, you never piss off a secretary unless you want to be scheduled for sometime in January of 1979. A few prey on the actors, but almost all of them demand favors from the actresses." Ginger ran a finger up Mary Ann's thigh to the hem of her short dress. "I used to dress in skimpy outfits like yours - the kind men like. But once I figured who I really needed to impress, I started dressing in long evening gowns that hugged my curves. That's the kind of outfit woman find sexy."

"I-I-I had no idea." Ginger started running a finger down Mary Ann's neck.

"Pretty soon, I was going down on more secretaries than producers," Ginger pouted in her little girl voice.

"Must be a nice change from all those fat, middle-aged producers."

"Oh, they're not so bad. A middle-aged producer can usually be satisfied in a minute or less. A secretary, however, will invite you to her place and ride your face all weekend."

Mary Ann giggled, shocked and titillated at the same time. Ginger started looking around for places to tie Mary Ann down. Sure, she was turned on now, but Ginger wanted no more post-coital panics. I'll eat her pussy until she begs me to be my love slave, Ginger vowed to herself.

"Knock, knock, ladies," said the Professor, cheerfully his old self, "Can I come in." Instinctively, Mary Ann's hands went to the buttons in her dress. She put them down with embarrassment when she remembered they were already fastened.

"Come in, Professor," said Ginger not sure whether to curse his timing or be grateful for it, "What can we do for you?"

"Well, Ginger," said the Professor coming in the door, "I just wanted you to know that your exam results show you to be in perfect health."

"Huh? Oh, thanks Professor," said Ginger.

"Is there something wrong with Ginger, Professor? She has been acting strangely lately."

"In perfect physical health," said the Professor. "The person I would like to give a checkup to next is you, Mary Ann. When that medical crate washed up on shore, I set up an examining room in my hut. I thought its only prudent that I started keeping better tabs on our health."

"You gave Ginger a complete medical exam?" said Mary Ann dubiously. She could only imagine the worst.

"Mrs. Howell assisted my exam, Mary Ann," improvised Ginger.

"I even have a hospital gowns you can wear," said the Professor in an authoritative tone of voice. "Ginger of course will be overseeing your exam."

"What about Mrs. Howell?" asked Mary Ann anxiously. Frankly, she trusted the Professor at lot more right now than Ginger.

"The Howell's have gone south for the winter. They won't be back for months," said the Professor.

"Gone south," asked Ginger, "Professor the southernmost point on this island is barely a half an hour walk from here."

"I didn't say they went far," said the Professor, "They were calling it a second honeymoon."

In the end, Mary Ann was persuaded to be examined. She tried to tell the Professor that Ginger's presence wasn't really necessary, but he insisted citing professional ethics. Since Mary Ann did not feel like explaining the reason why she didn't trust Ginger, she acquiesced. Ginger and the Professor could chaperon each other, she figured.

Mary Ann was actually impressed by the Professor's hut. There was indeed a professional looking examining table complete with stirrups. Mary Ann had been too embarrassed to ask if it was going to be a gynecological exam, but she was not surprised. The Professor put on very professional looking surgical greens and she was persuaded to go behind a curtain to put on her hospital gown. Ginger's offer of help was refused with more graciousness than Mary Ann felt.

Mary Ann wasn't behind the curtain long. She only had her dress on. Both Ginger and Mary Ann were down to the last of their underwear and that had been packed away for the day of their rescue. When she came out, the Professor seemed to be looking over some equipment while Ginger was setting up some sort of stand next to the examining table. Ginger patted the table by way of invitation, and Mary Ann hopped on the table. She put her feet in the stirrups before her nerve failed her.

Ginger watched Mary Ann hop on the table, trying not to be too obvious when her gown inevitably flashed her ass for all to see. Coolly as she could manage she helped put Mary Ann's feet into to the stirrups while causally

placing the unlocked ankle restraints into place. Gently but firmly, she placed Mary Ann's wrists into the open restraints and laid her head back onto the head rest. All that waited was for the weight to be placed on the stand.