The Good Doctor
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Michelle looked over the advertisement closely, it was for a vacation in Europe. The pictures showed happy tourists in a beer hall laughing, singing and drinking. She had never been overseas, but the picture somehow appealed to her. The camaraderie of the people in the photo was evident, an all-for-one one-for-all kind of community that seemed lacking in the states.
She looked up at the other women in the waiting room. They seemed distant. Content, even happy, but distant. There was no idle chatter, only polite smiles when eyes met. She began wondering what this OB/GYN would be like, her last had been a nightmare. She was only 23 years old, he was much older. It was not so much his age, however, as his eyes. His eyes still invaded her thoughts. She felt dirty when he looked at her. She could not stand the feeling when she was spread open for him, knowing he was looking at her most private place. She was thoroughly convinced he was a sex maniac, and her increasing discomfort had led her on a quest for a new doctor.
She ended up here on the advice of an acquaintance. She was in fact very lucky to have secured an appointment, which came about only after a last-minute cancellation. The waiting room itself was a cut above the others in which she had been, probably the most relaxing one in which she had ever waited. Her normal dread towards doctor’s examinations was non-existent today. She was so at ease. She smiled to herself, thinking that even the magazines were current, although they did seem oriented towards the europhile. She concluded that the doctor must have a large practice, women would be taken into two different doors. She did notice, too, that all the women were striking in one way or another, and mostly her age give or take five years. She was considering possible explanations for this when she heard the nurse call for her.
The nurse was an older woman, very strict-looking with her hair in a bun, but pleasant enough. She led Michelle through the door next to the reception area, past several small rooms on to the one at the end of the hall. She directed Michelle to disrobe and to put on the gown she supplied, then to take a seat on the examination table and wait for the doctor. The table was already folded into its chair-like form, the stirrups on the end facing her. As she undressed she wondered if she should go ahead and put her feet in the stirrups or wait for the doctor to tell her.
Adjusting the loose-fitting gown as best she could she climbed onto the table, and let her feet hang over the edge between the stirrups. She noticed the music playing over a speaker, though she could not tell exactly from where it was coming. Very calming music, possibly one of those nature tapes she thought to herself. A few minutes passed and she decided to put her feet in the stirrups, obviously the doctor was a busy man and she would want to make a good impression on him. As she sat there, her legs spread open, the exposed feeling set her mind to wandering. Men paid women good money to see what she was going to pay the doctor to look at. She gave herself a wry smile, imagining what it would be like to be one of those women, a fantasy far removed from her own prim persona.
Just as her imaginary patron was going to tip her the door opened and in walked the doctor. She blushed slightly, even though he could not know what she was thinking. His disarming smile put her at ease though, and his professional manner let her begin to hope she had found her new doctor. He made small talk as he examined her, but she could not keep her attention focused. The music seemed to be getting more intrusive, and the doctor seemed to be speaking more quietly. It wasn’t long before he apparently stopped talking altogether. Her eyes were closed, though she did not remember closing them, and her thoughts seemed filled by strange cold, metallic images. The metallic images were later joined by a voice, calling to her.
The voice finally succeeded in pulling her from her trance, it was the old nurse again. Apparently she had fallen asleep in the chair. The doctor was gone, the nurse explained, and he had asked to schedule her for another appointment two weeks from now. Michelle quickly got dressed, and followed the nurse from the examining room. An unusual sensation seemed to be throbbing in her groin, she asked the nurse about it. The older woman put her hand on her groin at the exact spot of the discomfort. “Here?”, she asked. Michelle replied affirmatively. The nurse told her not to worry, that the sensation was a normal side effect of one of the tests, and that tomorrow it would be gone. Michelle smiled back at her, then made the follow-up appointment for the same time two weeks hence.
“They really do keep the magazines up-to-date,” Michelle thought to herself as she sat in the waiting room two weeks later. A few of the women she recognized from before, most were unfamiliar, but all still would be considered beauties by most. She was considering the low probability of such an occurrence happening naturally, and her curiosity compelled her to find an answer. She looked over the women. Several were dressed quite provocatively for a doctor’s office, others were dressed normally. She noticed how she had unknowingly dressed a little more sexily than on her previous visit, wearing a skirt 4 inches shorter than the one she wore the last time. She observed that the sexily-dressed women seemed to be going into the far door, while the ones dressed normally were being taken into the door she went through on the last visit. She began to wonder what was behind the other door.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she heard her name called. A different nurse, even stricter-looking than the one from two weeks before, motioned for her to follow. The nurse led her through the other door, the one she had been curious about. She seemed somewhat disappointed when she realized it was only another wing of examining rooms. The nurse led her into one of the rooms on the left side of the hallway, and directed her to remove her clothing and sit on the table. The nurse departed and Michelle dutifully removed her clothes. She had begun to look around for a gown when the door opened and the doctor came in. Michelle stood there, her face reddening, her hands trying to cover herself.
The doctor laughed, and Michelle realized he had seen it all before. She relaxed a little, and then got up on the table and assumed the position. The doctor was momentarily distracted while reading her records, so she began listening to the music. Same music as before and she quickly became very relaxed. She looked back at the doctor, who was now staring at her. He lifted his left hand, on which he wore a large ring with an intricate design on the top. The design was interesting, though she had never seen it before. The doctor began fumbling with the ring, twisting it, but before Michelle could tell determine what he was doing a warm, pleasing sensation began building in her groin. At the same time the music seemed to increase in intensity. Michelle lost track of where she was, and felt as if she was about to fall asleep. She began to feel as if she really needed to fall asleep so she let her eyes close.
Michelle found herself in that state where one is not sure if things are real or only a dream. She sensed that she was being moved from the room, down the hallway to another door. When the door opened she thought she could make out several people, some sitting, some standing, but all apparently expecting her arrival. There was much laughter she was sure, and they all seemed to be drinking beer or something from mugs. It was hard for her to concentrate, the warmth from her groin tended to dull the rest of her senses as her brain gave it priority. She soon got the distinct feeling that the doctor, or someone, was standing between her spread legs. As she squinted to make out just who it was a song began playing.
It sounded foreign … old, as if it was being playe
d on a record player. Scratchy, definitely not stereo. Distant. A voice began singing, a man’s voice in some unknown, harsh language. From the sound of him an image came to mind of a fat, pink-faced, jovial man. It was not long before the others in the room were joining in, clanging their mugs on hard surfaces with the beat of the song.
Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank.
The multiple sensations confused her, soon she was disturbed by another. The warmth from her groin was now joined by a pounding sensation, in rhythm with the song. Her ears would hear the clank of the mugs at the same time her hips absorbed the jolt.
Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank.
Over and over, her whole body moving with the beat now, not under her control. The vision of happy people went in and out of her brain in between the beats. She was sure that several people had stood between her legs, the song seemed to last forever. She felt the voices and music close in on her, and a trembling rock her body. Then nothing.
Michelle opened her eyes at the sound of the door opening. The nurse poked her head in, asking her if she was ready to leave. Michelle gathered her wits, looking about the examining room. She caught her breath. “I’ll be out in just a minute,” she answered the nurse. She got up off the table and began dressing. Whatever the doctor was using to alleviate her discomfort was sure giving her funny dreams, she thought … and smiled. She walked down the hall and into the waiting room, strutted really and looked at the women waiting. She noticed one woman sitting where she had been an hour earlier, looking at her. She smiled at her politely and went to the reception desk to schedule her next appointment. The nurse explained that the doctor liked to keep close watch on his patient’s health, and would require an appointment each month. Michelle agreed, having found a good doctor she was not about to displease him.
She left the office clutching her appointment slip, and walked to the elevator for the ride down to the parking garage. She was joined by several men, all of which seemed to be staring at her. Michelle was used to stares, but these seemed to unnerve her more than most. As the door opened on her level, she began to exit the elevator. One of the men raised his hand, and fumbled with a familiar-looking ring on his finger. Immediately Michelle began feeling the warmth building in her groin and it caused her to slow her pace drastically. She heard the men laughing as the elevator closed, and the sensation died. “Jerks,” she thought as she went on to her car, not quite understanding these flashes in her groin, but not really complaining either.
She unlocked the door, got in and removed her appointment book from her purse. She found the day of her next appointment, marked it with the time and a smiley face, and put it away. As she started the car she thought how her husband would be very happy to know she had found a good doctor, after all the bitching she had done about the other. A very good doctor, indeed.
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