Examined
By Simone Scarlet
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Chapter One
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times, Ms. Buttowski,” Coach Clements snapped, putting her hands on her slim hips. “Until you get a doctor’s note clearing you for that injury, you ain’t playing.”
Kelly Buttowski – a muscular, compact girl with short blond hair – peered up at her coach in frustration. The college lacrosse player was standing in her bra and panties in the locker room, but didn’t seem remotely self-conscious.
“C’mon, coach,” she growled. “You’ve got to let me play this weekend. My scholarship says I need to be in at least six games this season and I’m only one short.”
“Well, Buttowski,” Clements hissed – a pinch-cheeked woman in her forties, who everybody assumed was a lesbian. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to ride the bucking bronco machine at that frat party.”
Kelly blushed at the accusation. It was true – perhaps doing a kegstand at the Alpha Phi Pli house party and then riding the bucking bronco machine they’d rented hadn’t been the smartest idea; but she’d had no idea she’d strain her glueteal muscle falling off of it.
Hobbling about had been a literal ‘pain in the ass’ – but weeks later, her bruised ass muscle was effectively healed.
But that wasn’t good enough for Coach Clements.
“The college can’t take the insurance risk,” the coach hissed. “Unless you get a doctor’s note clearing you for practice, you can’t play. And if that costs you your scholarship, you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself.”
And with that, she stomped out of the locker room and left Kelly on her own.
Deflated, the lacrosse star slumped onto the bench and put her head in her hands.
This was a disaster.
Kelly had gone to three doctors since the accident, and they’d all said the same thing: No sports for a month. That had been three weeks ago; and while her butt was feeling better, she was still banned from playing.
And no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them, none of the doctors in town would sign a release form.
Kelly was screwed. And so was her free ride through college.
She started going through all the possible repercussions of losing her scholarship: She’d have to drop out of college. Move back with her parents. They’d be furious with her for losing out on her big break because of some stupid, college-girl antics.
But, worst of all, Kelly knew that she’d have to live with herself. She was the first one in her family to go to college; and on a free ride thanks to her skills with a lacrosse stick. This had been her big break – her chance to escape the toil of minimum wage jobs and piles of debt that her family had been cursed with.
And just because she liked to party, she was going to lose it all.
Unless…
Kelly suddenly had an idea.
Jumping up (her sprained butt aching in protest) the muscular young woman ran to her locker and dug her phone out of her bag.
It rang twice before being picked up.
“Sandy?” Kelly whispered into the phone. “It’s Kelly. I need a favour.”
Chapter Two
Twenty minutes later, Kelly was striding across campus to the Cooke Dormitory, where her friend Sandra lived.
Sandy was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, eyes glazed and her boobs practically falling out of her tank-top.
“S’up Kelly-bear?” Sandy grinned, showing her in. “Long time no speak.”
Sandra Ciccone was one of the college’s premiere potheads – rarely a day went by without her grabbing her trusty bong and a scratched, played-to-death Grateful Dead CD. But despite lacking a lot of academic motivation (she was on double probation for her failing grades as it was) there were a lot of pies that Sandy had her fingers in.
Inside Sandy’s messy dorm room, Kelly demanded: “You remember that drug test you had to take last semester? The one they’d have kicked you out for if you’d failed it?”
“Sure,” Sandy flopped into her bean-bag chair and grabbed her bong. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“So,” Kelly demanded, “about that. How did you do it? You mentioned you had a doctor who was… sympathetic.”
Sandra looked up, squinting her eyes.
“Er, yeah. I guess you could call it that.” She shrugged. “I’d say it was more that we came to an understanding. He signed off that I’d given a clean urine sample in return for…” She paused. “Well, he wasn’t cheap.”
Kelly frowned: “Shit. I’m broke.”
“No, no,” Sandra shook her head. “I wasn’t talking about money. I meant…” But then she stopped talking.
If Sandy was inferring anything about her doctor, Kelly didn’t pick up on it. Instead, she barged ahead with: “I need to see this guy. You think he’d sign off on my medical injury? Even if, technically, there were a few more days to go before I could be officially cleared.”
Sandy looked up and squinted her eyes. She suddenly seemed a little more edgy than she normally did.
“Kelly,” she warned, “this doctor will sign off pretty much whatever you want…”
“Great!”
“…but there’s a cost attached. And I don’t mean a financial one.”
And that was when the penny dropped.
Kelly looked at her friend and suddenly noticed her cheeks were rosier, and her mouth was a little more pursed. Like Sandy was suddenly remembering something she wasn’t necessarily proud of.
But Kelly was desperate.
“You have to give me his name,” she demanded. “I need him.”
“Kell,” Sandy said nervously, “I’m not so sure about this. You’re a nice girl…”
“Dammit,” Kelly suddenly wasn’t sounding so ‘nice’. “I need this. My college career is on the line now. Whatever this doctor wants, I’ll do it.” She snorted, joking: “If he wants me to get on my knees and blow him, I’d do it for a note clearing me for Saturday’s game.”
And that’s when Sandy shrugged, and reached into her bedside cabinet for a business card.
“Here,” she passed it over. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Chapter Three
That afternoon, Kelly found himself across town, at the sketchy-looking surgery of Doctor Boehner.
“Doctor Boehner,” she snorted. “That’s funny.”
She climbed up the stairs to the first floor, and a gum-chewing receptionist signed her in.
“Do you
have insurance?” She asked.
Kelly shook his head.
“No,” she admitted. “But my friend… She told me the doctor might be able to make an arrangement for me anyway.”
The receptionist rolled her eyes.
“Pretty girl like you?” She snorted. “I’m sure he will. Head down the corridor. First door on the right.”
Kelly grinned at the receptionist and headed down the corridor. She wondered how quickly she could get this done. If she was out within a half-hour, she’d be in time for happy hour at the bar on the way home.
The first door on the right led to a sterile-looking examination room with a vinyl chair and table set up, both covered with crinkly paper sheets.
It was chilly and antiseptic – kind of creepy, actually. Kelly shivered. She’d never had much liked doctors – especially not when her college career was riding on them.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
“Yeah?” Kelly stammered. “Er… Come in?”
The door opened and handsome older man in a white coat entered.
He was so handsome that Kelly was taken aback for a second. A tall, finely-featured man with movie-star good looks and sleek black hair flecked with just a tiny, distinguished amount of grey.
“Hi,” he checked her clipboard, “Kelly, is it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Great.” He looked down and smiled, flashing bright, white teeth. “I’m Doctor Boehner. Pleased to meet you.”
“Doctor B-Boehner?”
He laughed – the resonate chuckle of a matinee star.
“No funny comments, I’ve heard them all.” Instead he checked the clipboard again and asked: “What seems to be the issue?”
“I’ve got a sports injury,” Kelly stammered, embarrassed. “My gluteal muscle.”
“Your ass?”
Kelly blushed.
“Er… I guess.” She felt really awkward trying to discuss this with a stranger – especially a tall, handsome, distinguished-looking stranger.
Kelly hadn’t really known what to expect when she’d turned up the doctor’s office. She thought Doctor Boehner would just be some wrinkled old man in a white lab coat. She hadn’t expected him to be… well, hot.
And Kelly was only human. As a young, athletic woman, she had a particularly high libido and now she thought about it, it had been a while since the last time she’d…
Doctor Boehner snapped him from his thoughts: “So what sort of sports injury?”
“A strained muscle,” Kelly pointed towards her pert little butt; looking delicious in her tight yoga pants.
“Ah,” Doctor Boehner seemed impressed. “You’re an athlete, right?” He winked. “I can tell by your physique.”
“Lacrosse, sir.”
“Good sport that. I used to play a little when I was in college.”
The doctor pursed his lips.
“So what’s the issue?”
“Well, there’s no issue,” Kelly promised. “In fact, it’s all healed up.” She wiggled her butt, as if to demonstrate. “But I can’t seem to get anybody to sign off on it, and the coach won’t let me play until I get cleared by a doctor.”
“I see,” Doctor Boehner put his finger to his lips. “How long did they recommend you stay on the bench for?”
“Four weeks.”
“How long has it been?”
“Three.”
“I see.” The doctor nodded. “Well, in my professional opinion I’d be inclined to agree with them. No use risking your health unnecessarily. If the muscle isn’t fully healed, you’d run the risk of tearing it again; perhaps even worse.”
He shrugged.
“I’d hate to be the doctor who signed off on that.”
Kelly’s heart sank.
“Listen,” she told the handsome doctor. “I’ve got to get signed off. I have one more game to play to meet my scholarship commitments. If I’m not able to play this weekend, I could get kicked out of school.”
Doctor Boehner frowned: “Well, that would be a tragedy.”
“So could you clear me? I promise you, my ass feels fine now.”
“I’m sure it does,” the doctor grinned lasciviously. Kelly blushed – but she actually felt a little tingle when he smiled at her.
“Well, listen, Ms…”
“Buttowski,”Kelly told him.
“Is that your name or your medical condition?” The doctor purred. “Butt-ow-ski!”
She giggled and blushed. “Both.”
“Okay, Ms. Buttowski,” Doctor Boehner nodded. “I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable signing off on that unless I’d examined your injury to make sure it’s healed properly.”
Examine? Kelly’s cheeks grew hot. She’d have to get undressed? In front of him?
“Can’t you just take my word for it?”
Doctor Boehner laughed again.
“Sorry, Ms. Buttowski. My medical licence would be on the line. How about we just have a look at you, and I’ll take it from there.”
Kelly nodded. She’d half expected that.
“Take your clothes off and put this on,” Doctor Boehner held up a paper gown. “Opening’s at the back.”
“Alright,” Kelly’s cheeks burned again. “Sure.”
She began to pull off her t-shirt, and then paused.
“Don’t you normally, erm…” Kelly blinked. “Leave the room or something?”
Doctor Boehner was staring straight at her.
“Nah,” he said dismissively. “It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”
Chapter Four
The doctor explained: “I always thought it was ridiculous that doctors had to leave the room, only to come back in and see the patient naked anyway.”
“O-okay,” Kelly wasn’t sure she liked that logic. A little nervously, she began to undress.
She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her lean, muscular body. Then she yanked down her yoga pants and stepped out of them. A moment later, she was standing there in her bra and panties, shivering.
“Take your underwear off too, please,” Doctor Boehner demanded.
“R-really?”
“You said you had an injury in your gleuteal area,” he shrugged. “So I’m going to have to examine it.”
“O-okay,” Kelly nodded – and cheeks red, she pulled down her panties.
“And the bra.”
Blushing, Kelly pulled the bra over her head. Her sizeable breasts flopped out, and she tried to cover them with one hand.
A moment later, she found herself standing completely naked in front of the handsome older doctor. Kelly was covering her crotch with one hand, and nipples with the other – nervous both about being nude, but also how her nipples were hard and pert in the cold room.
“Put the gown on,” Doctor Boehner passed Kelly the paper gown, “and sit down in the chair.” As Kelly grabbed it, the doctor pulled on latex gloves with a loud ‘snap!’
Kelly put on the gown. A moment later, her bare ass was sitting on the cold, crinkly paper covering the vinyl seat.
“Okay,” Doctor Boehner stood in front of her. Kelly found himself directly eye-level with his chest. Kelly suddenly realized that for an older guy, the doctor was in fantastic shape. For a moment, she wondered what Doctor Boehner’s naked torso might look like. Then she shook her head, trying to get such thoughts out of her imagination.
“Let’s have a look at you,” the doctor murmured.
And then, to Kelly’s embarrassment, he got down on her knees in front of her.
Kelly cringed.
She looked up at the ceiling; trying to think of anything but the awkward reality of a handsome older doctor kneeling down in front of her.
But that became even more difficult when she felt the paper gown lifted from her legs and the cool air suddenly hit her bare crotch.
“Just got to check the thigh muscles.”
He was kneeling directly down in front of Kelly, staring directly at her neatly
-trimmed pussy.
And then he touched her thigh.
“Eeeek!” Kelly nearly jumped out of her seat.
“It’s alright,” Doctor Boehner purred, his face hidden behind the lifted-up paper gown. “I’m just looking for bruises or broken blood vessels.” Kelly froze as his cool, latex-clad fingertips started stroking her inner thighs. “Doesn’t look like it, though.” And his fingertips pressed against her inner thigh provocatively. “And you’ve got fantastic musculature, by the way.”
“Um… thanks,” Kelly blushed.
The doctor’s fingers slid higher, until they were practically touching her pussy.
Kelly nervously looked down.
“I-is that necessary?”
The lifted-up paper gown covered Doctor Boehner’s face, but Kelly could see the top of his head between her legs. Immediately – she couldn’t help herself – Kelly’s mind had flashes of the last time she’d seen another man’s head between her legs.
It had been about three weeks ago – a slightly drunken hook-up with a frat-bro who was at least willing to go down on her before expecting a blowjob.
That memory, combined with the soft and explorative touches of Doctor Boehner’s fingers, would have been difficult enough. But then she felt another sensation: The warm, hot pressure of his breath on her inner thighs.
Kelly bit her lip. She could feel moisture in her crotch. She was getting wet.
Oh God, Kelly said to herself. Don’t let him notice. Don’t let him notice.
But even just thinking about it was enough to make the problem worse; especially since Kelly was being examined by a Doctor “boner.”
“Mmmmmm,” she squirmed on the seat, uncomfortably aroused.
“Oh,” came a surprised exclamation from between Kelly’s knees.
Kelly looked down, ashamed. When she got wet, she tended to get really wet. The doctor must have noticed. Her cheeks burned.
But cool and classy, Doctor Boehner got up off his knees, and pulled off the rubber gloves with a ‘snap.’
“Don’t worry about that,” he smiled handsomely. “It’s perfectly normal for a young, virile girl like you.” He chuckled. “In fact, I’m a little flattered.”
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