| Author: | Jessica Whitethread | ISBN: | 9781311462282 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread | Publication: | November 21, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread |
| ISBN: | 9781311462282 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread |
| Publication: | November 21, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Short on cash, Megan decides to prove to her disbelieving friends that volunteering as a model patient for medical school classes is an easy way to make some quick money. How hard can it be? But before she knows what's happening, there she is up on an exam table with a whole class watching as the demonstration exam starts to expose parts of her she planned on keeping covered. At first she might not be sure whether she's mortified or turned on, but soon enough it's clear to everyone just exactly how it's all affecting her ... and what the doctor's going to do about it.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a medical exam, exhibition and public nudity, multiple partners and rough group sex, a handsome older doctor and a fertile younger patient, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
But it was hard to keep that attitude as I started to change. Even having kept my panties and bra on, the medical gown felt like it was much too thin and much too short. It was like wearing a sheet of paper, and there was going to be a group of med students coming in here any minute. I looked down at myself in consternation. This might end up being more than I bargained for, but was that the end of the world? It was still thirty bucks. What did I care if they wanted to put a stethoscope on my chest or ... I didn't know, hit my knee with one of those little rubber hammers. The medical gown was probably just a formality. They were training to be doctors, after all, and doctors were supposed to look at the human body as just an interesting science object or something.
It was only another minute into my slightly worried internal monologue when the door to the large room clicked open again.
I turned to see a group of people filing in. There were about ten, and they all looked like they were maybe 25 to 30. I felt myself blush slightly as my eyes passed over a couple of very cute guys maybe a little bit closer to my age. At least I had taken the precaution of wearing my cutest panties, if worst came to worst.
A slightly older man appeared behind them, ushering them in. He looked like he was in his late thirties, with just a hint of salt and pepper in his stubble contrasting with his short, dark hair. His face was strong and he moved through the others with the easy authority that left no doubt he was the man in charge.
Short on cash, Megan decides to prove to her disbelieving friends that volunteering as a model patient for medical school classes is an easy way to make some quick money. How hard can it be? But before she knows what's happening, there she is up on an exam table with a whole class watching as the demonstration exam starts to expose parts of her she planned on keeping covered. At first she might not be sure whether she's mortified or turned on, but soon enough it's clear to everyone just exactly how it's all affecting her ... and what the doctor's going to do about it.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a medical exam, exhibition and public nudity, multiple partners and rough group sex, a handsome older doctor and a fertile younger patient, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
But it was hard to keep that attitude as I started to change. Even having kept my panties and bra on, the medical gown felt like it was much too thin and much too short. It was like wearing a sheet of paper, and there was going to be a group of med students coming in here any minute. I looked down at myself in consternation. This might end up being more than I bargained for, but was that the end of the world? It was still thirty bucks. What did I care if they wanted to put a stethoscope on my chest or ... I didn't know, hit my knee with one of those little rubber hammers. The medical gown was probably just a formality. They were training to be doctors, after all, and doctors were supposed to look at the human body as just an interesting science object or something.
It was only another minute into my slightly worried internal monologue when the door to the large room clicked open again.
I turned to see a group of people filing in. There were about ten, and they all looked like they were maybe 25 to 30. I felt myself blush slightly as my eyes passed over a couple of very cute guys maybe a little bit closer to my age. At least I had taken the precaution of wearing my cutest panties, if worst came to worst.
A slightly older man appeared behind them, ushering them in. He looked like he was in his late thirties, with just a hint of salt and pepper in his stubble contrasting with his short, dark hair. His face was strong and he moved through the others with the easy authority that left no doubt he was the man in charge.
