The Quadruple S Ordeal

Elizabeth sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing up and down nervously. She had just filled out her paperwork and handed it over to the receptionist. Now all she could do was wait. She hated going to the doctor. Ever since she was a child, it was one of her most dreaded ordeals. She glanced around quickly at the other patients wait to be called. How come none of them seemed so nervous?

The only reason she was here was because of a job opportunity that was too good to pass up. Elizabeth had been a runner since high school, and was one of the best in track and field who ever graduated from her large school. That was last year. So far this year, job opportunities were slim. As college took up most of her time, she needed a simple job she would enjoy. This is when she spotted her dream job in the classifieds. “WANTED: Athletes to test running and sporting shoes of various styles. Applicants must be in prime health, and ready to push these shoes to their limit. The most comfortable experience while performing your sport is our number one priority. Work weekends only! Contact Quadruple S. That's Super Supple Stylish Shoes at 555-5555.”

Elizabeth did not bother calling. She went in person to their location, as this seemed like the answer to her money woes. So impressed was Mr. Planum, the president of Quadrulple S, that he hired her on the spot, pending a physical exam to determine she was a healthy candidate. Elizabeth is discouraged when she heard this last part, heading towards the door with a “Thank you anyway” on her lips, when Mr. Planum quickly said, “Two Hundred.”

“What?” Elizabeth stopped, doorknob in hand.

“Two Hundred Dollars an hour,” replied the president. “That's what we pay our testers. Oh, and also, you can work as many hours as you like during the weekend. And judging by your appearance, you'll be able to test for many hours without tiring.”

Elizabeth took a few seconds to register this in her mind. A two hundred dollars an hour to do one of the only things she really loved?

“Ok, Mr. Planum. I'll do the physical.”

That was yesterday. Elizabeth spend all that day and night dreading having to go to the doctor. Now here she sat, reminding herself as her nervous heart pounded, of the ridiculous pay coming her way if she could get through this.

The door to the back rooms opened, and a handsome male nurse stood, giving the waiting room and quick glance. “Elizabeth?” he called in a kind, strong tone. A shot of adrenaline surged through her veins as Elizabeth saw that this handsome man, a few years her senior, was going to take her into the exam room. “Isn't it always female nurses at these places?” she thought as she stood up.

“Hi,” said, showing her through the door. Elizabeth could do little but give a small smile. “We'll be right in here,” the nurse said, leading her down a hallway, and into an exam room. Elizabeth glanced around: two wooden, padded chairs, an exam table with the back raised, a scale, a sink and counter with various jars of sticks and Q-Tips, a box of exam gloves, a digital thermometer, blood pressure cuff, stethoscope...everything she hated.

“Ok, you can take a seat right there,” said the nurse, pointing to one of the chairs. “We'll start with your blood pressure.” She sat down and rolled up her sleeve as the nurse took a cuff and wrapped it around her arm. He pumped it up, and she felt her heart pounding in her arm as he slowly released the pressure.

“Just a little high,” said the nurse, as he un-velcroed the cuff.

“Yeah, I'm a little nervous,” said Elizabeth, in a slightly embarrassed way.

“No need to be nervous,” the nurse replied. Setting down the cuff, he picked up the thermometer. “Under your tongue please?” he said, bringing it towards her mouth. She parted her glossed, pink lips and let him slide it in her mouth. It beeped. “Perfect!” he said, pulling the tip off and tossing it away.

“We're going to need you to disrobe down to your underwear please,” he said, going over to a drawer under the exam table, and pulling out a small, blue cloth gown. She knew in the back of her mind that this was coming. “The doctor will be in shortly to see you.” The nurse smiled pleasantly as he left, shutting the door behind him.

Elizabeth stood looking at the small gown laying on the exam table for a few seconds. She pulled her top off over her head, and kicked her little sneakers off before unbuttoning her jeans. She quickly pulled off her pants and grabbed the gown. Putting it on, she was a little embarrassed that it was so short, stopping a few inches above her knees. She tied that back of the gown, tossed her clothes on a chair, and hopped up onto the table, her socked feet dangling above the floor.

She was brushing back her shoulder length brown hair behind her ears, when a knock at the door startled her. The door opened, and in stepped a middle aged woman, tall, with dark blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a white lab coat buttoned over a blue top, nylons over her shapely legs, and black heeled shoes. She adjusted her glasses as she glanced over a clipboard, and shut the door behind her.
“Hi, Elizabeth. I'm doctor Dawn,” she said, walking up to the young patient. “I see that Mr. Planum sent you in for an employment exam?”

“Mm hmm,” said Elizabeth, looking down at her lap.

“And for what position at the company?” asked the doctor. She took a pen out of her pocket to make notes on her paperwork.

“As a tester for their sports shoes,” answered the patient.

“I see!” said doctor Dawn, ticking a box on her clipboard. “Just to prepare you, Elizabeth, I have seen many of Mr. Planum's applicants for this position. Most don't live up to his standards for this job. He demands only the best candidates, and they must have my stamp of approval before he will hire them.”

“Well I'm very healthy. I've been in sports all through school, so there shouldn't be any problems physically,” said Elizabeth, a little taken aback.

“You seem to be in fine shape, dear,” said the doctor. “And how old are you?”

“I turned eighteen a few months ago,” she answered.

The doctor set down her clipboard on the counter and took a stethoscope. “I'm just going to listen to your heart now,” she said, walking up next to Elizabeth, and putting the cold metal on her back. “Take a few deep breaths please?”

“Very good,” said doctor Dawn. “Though your heart rate is a bit high.”

“I'm just a little nervous,” said Elizabeth with a little anxious giggle.

“It's ok,” said the doctor. “Perfectly normal to be nervous at the doctor's.” Now, I am going to need you to remove your gown, bra, and socks please. We need to get your height and weight.”

Another surge of adrenaline shot through Elizabeth. “Oh...okay,” she said in a quiet voice. She untied the back of her gown as the doctor walked towards the scale. Hopping off the exam table, she took off the gown, setting it on the table, and unhooked her bra. She felt herself flush as the cold air touched her naked breasts. Next she bent down and slipped off each sock, which she set with her bra on the exam table.

It wasn't the nakedness of her breasts that embarrassed her the most. Nor the fact that the cold air of the exam room was making her little nipples hard. It was having to be barefoot in the presence of this stranger. Elizabeth never walked anywhere barefoot. Her socks came off to take a shower, and to pamper her feet once in awhile. She even slept with her socks on! She had always been this way, and was very conscientious of her feet. Open-toed shoes, sandals, flip-flops, they were never owned by her.

Elizabeth walked over to the scale and stepped up hesitantly. Doctor dawn adjusted some weights until they were properly balanced.

“Okay, you weight 112. Now please turn around so I can take your height.”

Elizabeth carefully turned herself on the little platform.

“Your height is five feet, four inches. Very good. You can have a seat back on the exam table,” said the doctor, as she jotted down the information on her clipboard. Elizabeth hopped back onto the table, her little bare feet dangling above the floor.

The doctor walked over to the table and took Elizabeth's gown and clothes. “I'm going to set these on this chair,” she said, putting the clothes next to Elizabeth's other belongings. Just then there was a knock on the door, and the male nurse entered, closing the door behind him.

“Good timing,” smiled doctor Dawn. The nurse, carrying a small briefcase, walked over and sat it on the counter. Elizabeth sat, mortified, that this man was now in the room with her nearly naked. She instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts, and squeezed her knees together as tight as she could.

“I'm really not comfortable with this,” said the embarrassed girl, looking at the doctor with pleading eyes. “I don't want a man in here while I'm like this!”

“Now, Elizabeth,” said doctor Dawn in a comforting voice, “This is our job, and we are professionals. There's no need to be shy. I need him to assist me for a few quick tests, and then we'll be done.”

“Can I at least put my bra back on?” she said, looking at her pile of clothes on one of the chairs.

“No, not yet,” replied the doctor. “We're going to need to take some readings of your heart in a bit. Now,” said the doctor, walking over to the exam table and laying the backrest all the way down, “if you could please lay back?”

Elizabeth scooted back and laid down, her right arm still covering breasts. The doctor went to her patient's hanging legs, and pulled the extension of the exam table out. Hesitantly, Elizabeth put her feet on the extended part of the table, her knees bent so that her feet were flat.

She glanced to her left at the counter where the nurse had flicked open the briefcase, and was removing items that she could not discern. Doctor Dawn lightly took Elizabeth's ankles, lifted her feet, and gently pulled her legs straight. “That is such pretty toenail polish! I love that shade of pink,” she said with a smile, and went over to the counter, taking something the nurse had removed. Elizabeth instinctively bent her knees, and put her feet flat on the table again. Her ears burned red from the compliment on her nail polish.

“Okay, Elizabeth,” said the doctor, coming to the end of the exam table. “We're just going to take some measurements of your feet.

“Why do you need to do that?” said the patient, sitting up a little and feeling rather paniced.

“Mr. Planum wants detailed specifications of all his testers. Now please,” said doctor Dawn, again gently taking her ankles, and pulling her legs, “keep your legs straight. Ready nurse?”

“Ready!” said the nurse, walking next to the exam table with the clipboard in hand.

Doctor Dawn brought up a caliper and held it next to Elizabeth's right foot. She leaned in close to her bare foot, and adjusted the instrument until it spanned from the bottom of her heel to the tip of her big toe. “Nine inches, nurse,” she read, as the male nurse wrote down the measurement.

Elizabeth just stared at the bright lights on the ceiling, humiliated, as the doctor measured each of her cute little toes on her right ...

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