“Do you have an appointment?” The woman at the reception desk looked up at Penny with hostility. She was an immense woman in her middle years, well over six feet tall, heavy with muscles. Her bulk was foreboding, but her face was a blank drool, the visage of an imbecile bull dyke, doughy with stupidity and flushed with sadism.
“No,” Penny admitted. Then she said what she’d been told to say. “I’m told I don’t have to read Dr. Spock.”
“Not if you join our book club. A charter membership will cost you three hundred and fifty dollars-—in advance.”
“I have the premium right here.” Penny counted out the money.
“Then we should be able to reduce your girth.” The woman took the money and got to her feet. “Follow me,” she said.
Penny followed her through another door and down a hallway to a cubicle.
“Take off your clothes,” the woman told her. “I will return and prepare you for Dr. Kilembrio.” Her voice was deep as a man’s, dull as a Mongoloid. “When you’re ready, call me. My name is Miss Carridge.”
Alone, Penny started to strip. She proceeded slowly and without self-consciousness. She never guessed that she was being watched all the time.
Watching girl patients undress was only one of the many offbeat ways in which Miss Carridge got her kicks. There were others which defined her Lesbian inclinations, her sadism and her brute-low intelligence more distinctly. But peeping would satisfy her for openers. So, licking her thick lips, she took up her position on the other side of the plywood wall separating the partition where Penny was disrobing and pressed her eye to the peephole she’d drilled there a long time ago.
Penny removed her blouse and hung it neatly over the hack of a chair. Then she sat on the edge of the examining table and removed her low-heeled shoes. The mini-skirt she was wearing revealed shapely silken thighs. Her long blonde hair fell over the deep cleavage which separated the cups of her bra as she leaned over to unsnap the garters holding her stockings in place.
As Penny raised one leg and slowly unrolled the stocking, Miss Carridge wiped the froth from her chin with the white sleeve of her nurse’s uniform. Her hands clenched and unclenched as if she were squeezing the young breasts upon which her rheumy eyes were focused.
Bare-legged now, Penny stood up and removed the mini-skirt. Her blue eyes darted about, looking for a place to put it. Finally, she folded it neatly and laid it on top of the blouse. She stretched luxuriously. “Miss Carridge,” she called. “I’m ready.”
“Are all your clothes off?” Miss Carridge called back.
“I’m in my bra and panties.”
“Well, take them off too!” Miss Carridge glued her eye to the peephole.
Penny stood a moment in bra and bikini panties. Then she shrugged and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Miss Carridge bit her lip as two beautifully shaped white orbs sprang free from their confines. The firmly molded, yet delicately shaded flesh had been pinched by the bra and there was a faint corrugation of pink ridges on the underside of the breasts. Penny cupped them and massaged the area. The gentle stroking brought blood to the breast-tips and the large aureoles turned a deeper shade of pink while the maroon nipples themselves quivered and distended. Miss Carridge’s hands twisted like wrenches bent on ripping Penny’s breasts from her torso. Her broad nose was squeezed flat with the pressure of her avidity at the peephole.
Penny stretched and froze in the stretching position a moment, luxuriating in it. Her breasts thrust out excitingly. The curve of her hips, emphasized by her narrow waist, arched impetuously over the top of the skimpy bikini panties. Faint muscles were visible along the lines of her flushed and shapely thighs. Miss Carridge’s eyes automatically separated flesh from bones and her breathing grew hoarse with the image of filleting the fille.
Now the bosomy blonde turned around and her hands went to her hips to push down the bikini panties. Her plump bottom was carried high and clearly sculpted. The round cheeks trembled enticingly as Penny bent over to step out of the frivolous garment. Miss Carridge’s eyes cracked whiplash lines over the unsullied orbs.
Straightening up, Penny mounted the examining table and stretched out flat. Miss Carridge studied the lithe young body a moment. The stomach was firm and absolutely flat; there wasn’t the slightest hint of a bulge to suggest Penny’s condition. As Miss Carridge’s eyes traveled downward, her long, somewhat dirty fingernails worked like tweezers to pluck at the follicles of the fine, golden triangle covering the high mound of Penny’s femaleness. Penny’s voice ended Miss Carridge’s sadistic reverie.
“Miss Carridge. I’m completely undressed now,” Penny called. “I’m ready.”
Miss Carridge went in to her. Penny started to sit up on the examining table. “Stay the way you are,” Miss Carridge instructed. “Lie flat.”
Penny obeyed.
The mammoth nurse stood over her, looking down with a concentration that was both stupid and hungry. The deliciousness of close quarters made sweat break out on her brow. Deliberately, Miss Carridge reached down and pinched one of Penny’s nipples cruelly.
“Ouch!” Penny responded. “Why did you do that?”
“I have to test the responses of your erogenous zones.” Miss Carridge twisted the other nipple.
“Ow! Why?”
“Don’t ask so many questions. I’m the nurse. I know what I’m doing.”
“Well, can’t you try to be a little more gentle?”
“This is a necessary preliminary examination before the doctor can perform the operation.” Miss Carridge reached under Penny and dug her nails into one of the plump nether cheeks.
Penny bit her lip and kept herself from crying out. An instant later, however, as the questing fingers shifted position and plunged deeply, rudely, she not only yelled, but jumped as well. “Oof! Do you have to do that?”
“Yes.” Miss Carridge worked her hand more deeply and the painful pressure increased.
“Please stop! I can’t stand it.” Penny writhed.
“Lie quiet. Don’t be a silly goose.”
“I think . . . rather . . . that I’m the victim of one,” Penny grunted.
Miss Carridge withdrew her hand and surreptitiously sniffed it. Penny drew a deep, relieved breath. Too soon. Her ordeal wasn’t over yet.
The nurse drew Penny’s legs up and inserted the feet in the stirrups on either side of the examining table. This forced Penny’s thighs wide apart. Miss Carridge was quick to take advantage of the position. Both her hands moved to the juncture of Penny’s thighs and roughly separated the lips there.
“Do you have to be so rough?” Penny wailed. “You’re scratching me!”
“Be quiet!” Miss Carridge dug her fingernails in more deeply. Cruelly, she moved her hands upward a bit and located Penny’s clitoris. Her nails assailed it rhythmically. Penny squirmed with pain and sudden arousal.
One hand continued the manipulation. The other forced its way between the lips and deeply into the tight interior. Penny’s body tossed with an exquisite, erotic agony.
Carried away, Miss Carridge bent low over the distraught girl and glued her blubbery lips to the fount of her femininity. Her rough tongue worked eagerly; her cheeks puffed in and out; and finally her cruel teeth gnashed to insure the balance between sexual arousal and pain. Penny cried out.
“Miss Carridge!” The roly-poly little man in the white coat stood in the doorway to the cubicle and snapped out the nurse’s name with authority. “You will stop what you’re doing and do it!” he commanded.
“I was just conducting a preliminary examination, Doctor.” The nurse stepped away from Penny and answered him defiantly.