"Are you a recent college graduate with a liberal arts degree? Do you
want to get that 'foot-in-the-door' to a good company with great
potential? Then you are just what Rhysiphys Inc. is looking for! Email
us your resume, and come down to our on-site job recruiting fair this
Jill read the ad again. She knew Rhysisphys Inc. was some kind of
high-tech firm, and though she wasn't a tech person, she had a good
college marketing background and this was just the kind of growing
company that attracted her. She emailed off her resume, and waited
until Saturday morning.
Pulling into the parking lot of Rhysiphys, she noted, first off, a LOT
of cars – their ad had certainly done the trick – and several lines
which were forming behind stanchions bearing categories like "Tech,"
"Customer Support," "Administrative," and much to her relief,
"Marketing." Plenty of techies were already there, predominantly male,
and at least five to ten in the other lines, but the "Marketing" queue
had the most – she counted fifteen young women, all mini skirted just
like her, fit, trim, and looking for that first big break.
"Competition is healthy," she murmured, exiting her car and taking her
place at the back of the line. She smoothed her suit, deciding she was
neither over nor over-dressed for the occasion, in her skirt, knit top,
and loose jacket, and wearing her low-heeled pumps. Nobody was saying
much, though she did exchange a pleasant smile with the woman in front
of her, and very soon after that, the one who appeared behind her. At
least the line moved rapidly, and soon she found herself facing a female
human resources person sitting at a table in front of a laptop. The
woman gave Jill a quick smile.
"You emailed your resume? Name, please?" the woman asked.
"Jill. Jill Terry. Yes, send it in on Tuesday."
After a moment's keying, she found it and perused it as she spoke.
"Right. Okay. Your college record looks good. We're looking to staff
up pretty heavily in Marketing support right now. I would say your
background is really solid, better than most I've seen here, and I think
we're safe in saying that we would be very interested in speaking to you
about a position." The woman looked up at Jill and smiled. "How does
Jill smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "That's it?"
"That's it. We'll send you a posting of all the available positions,
and we'll talk next week about which one you feel you might be most
interested in. How does that sound?"
Jill smiled again. "It sounds great! Thanks. Thanks so much." This
was easier than she imagined, though she knew that she really did have a
great college record, and was indeed probably better than most of the
other potential candidates.
"Now, if you'll just go inside the building, we'll give you your
pre-employment physical exam, then we'll send you the postings first
thing on Monday. That's it. Congratulations." The woman smiled warmly
"Oh. Right now?" Jill was impressed how quickly this process was
progressing. "Oh, okay, that sounds fine." She knew most companies had
you fill out some health information, and how much easier to get it over
"Good. Just go through those double doors into the lobby, and follow
the signs to the Main Employee Cafeteria area. We're doing the women's
exam in there today. Thanks for coming to Rhysiphys." One more smile
and she looked beyond Jill to the next woman in line.
Following instructions, Jill entered and building and made her way to
the Main Cafeteria. One side of the big double doors was open, and she
peeked inside. It was a maze of those hospital-type screens set up in
rows to form makeshift cubicles, open at one end. She quickly counted
four lined up side-by-side, with another group of four facing them, with
a corridor between them. Stepping inside the cafeteria, she could see
tables in each cubicle, but not any people on them.
There were two women lined up in front of her, waiting their turn to
speak to a white- coated woman – was she a nurse? -- manning the first
table. Looking beyond her, she could see several women sitting at
desks, filling out some paperwork. Okay, this doesn't look too bad,
Jill said to herself. And then it was her turn.
"Jill Terry?" the nurse asked. And she was a nurse; Jill could see her
name badge with the RN. Jill nodded, and the nurse handed her a
four-page questionnaire. "I'll need you to take a seat over there and
fill this in, then take it with you to one of those cubicles after you
check in with the nurse over there. All right?"
Jill took the paperwork and sat herself down to begin. It looked pretty
simple at first, but was surprisingly detailed, she thought, for a
cursory company once-over. It was titled "Female Assessment" and had
questions on everything from family medical history, to medical
allergies, to current symptoms, to alcohol intake, to a very detailed
section on her ob/gyn history, including menstruation, birth control and
urinary and bowel habits. She tried as best she could to remember
everything about her family, and was sure that the company could just
get this info from her regular doctor, but she wanted to be as complete
as she could right now. After fifteen minutes of straight writing, she
was finally through. She rose and brought the form over to the nurse,
The nurse glance over it quickly. "Good, looks like you've got
everything we need here. All right, if you would just go down to the
third cubicle on the right, the doctor should be here very shortly, and
we'll be starting the exams in a few minutes. There's sheet on the
table, remove everything including bra and panties, and someone will be
right in to take your vitals. You should be out of here in about thirty
minutes, tops." The nurse handed Jill back her form. "Any questions?"
"May I use the bathroom?" Jill asked. She didn't get a chance to go
before she came into the auditorium, and who knew how long it might
really be before she was out of there.
The nurse shook her head. "We really don't have time right now. We
need to get this set up for the doctor. Just go on in and we'll have
you out of here in no time."
Jill nodded her head. "Fine, thanks," she said as she turned away and
began to walk down the makeshift corridor. She wished she had been able
to use the restroom, but she could hold it. As she had seen from the
doorway, there were screens arranged to form three-sided small rooms
with an exam table in each, four on each side, facing each other.
Passing by the others on the way to the third cube on the right, she was
surprised to see the others were occupied by women removing their
clothing, and there was no semblance of a door or screen to hide the
view from either passersby or the girl in the opposite side exam room.
Certainly it wasn't any worse than the shower room at her high school,
but she just hadn't expected it. But this was a good company to work
for, and it this was the little endurance test she had to pass, so be
it. She entered her cubicle and glanced across the way. A young woman
was sitting up on the exam table, the sheet wrapped around her shoulders
like a blanket, her bare legs poking out from the lower edge. It
reached to about the woman's thighs, no more than that, and Jill quickly
glanced away to give the girl some privacy.
Now it was Jill's turn to undress. She gingerly began her efficient
striptease, pulling off her jacket and blouse, carefully hanging them
over the back of the chair that was the only other accessory in the room
besides the table. She has stripped down to her bra when she heard
men's voices from somewhere. Three men had accidentally entered this
auditorium instead of the men's area, and as Jill knew, from the
doorway, almost everything was visible. She ducked back into her cube
to hide herself, and heard the nurse at the table quickly usher them
out. That was a close call, she chuckled to herself.
Now Jill was down to her bra and panties. Never a stickler for modesty,
she unhooked her bra, turning her back to the open corridor, at least,
then pulled her panties down over her hips, leaving herself naked for
just a moment as she pulled the sheet around her and held it closed in
front of her. Rather than around her shoulders, hers was wrapped under
her arms, sarong-style, but it still didn't reach past mid-thigh.
Boosting herself onto the table, Jill looked around, trying not to
listen to the rustling of clothing being removed which came from the
other cubicles. Zippers, muffled curses, the sound of pants being eased
over hips, blouses pulled over heads…all the intimate sounds of a ladies
boudoir, here multiplied by five or six. And the room was otherwise
pretty quiet, which made everything stand out even more.
It wasn't more than a couple of minutes when the same nurse from the
first table got up and walked down the middle aisle between the cubicle
rows. "All right," she announced, "The Doctor is due here any minute,
and we'll be taking your vitals before he begins so that we can get
through these quickly. If you'll all sit on the tables, we can begin
right away and get this taken care of. Thanks." With that she motioned
the other nurse to the opposite side cubicles, as she approached Jill's
cube and picked up her chart.
"Good, let's get your blood pressure first," she stated, wrapping the
cuff around Jill's upper arm. When it was taken, the nurse readied her
stethoscope. "Please drop the sheet to your waist, please," she
requested as she began to move the cold disc over Jill's clavicle-area,
and then to the top of her breasts. As Jill quickly pulled the sheet
down, leaving her naked to the waist, the nurse continued to listen to
her heart, pushing the disc between Jill's rounded breasts, and then
under them, and finally over her back, listening intently. "Good," she
murmured, then paused to write something on Jill's chart. "Now, put
your arms above your head, please, and I will do your breast exam."
The nurse moved back a step as Jill raised her arms, then the nurse
began to examine Jill's breasts with a firm and sure touch, starting
with her right breast. The nurse carefully palpated Jill's round
mammaries with the flat of her fingers, pushing deep into her flesh,
around and around Jill's breasts, in ever-smaller circles, until she
ended with several squeezes of her nipple. It was the most intricate
breast exam she had ever had, certainly more exacting than she gave
herself, and she resolved to remember this technique for her monthly
BSE. The nurse followed the same procedure for the left breast. As she
sat there being prodded, Jill happened to glance sideways for just a
moment and saw the girl in the opposite cubicle pulling the sheet back
up around her shoulders. "Would you lie back please?" the nurse asked,
and Jill complied. The nurse opened up the sheet again, just exposing
Jill's breasts, and did the exam on both breasts in this position also.
"Raise you arms above your head," the nurse requested, and once again
palpated Jill's breasts in this position, pushing her fingers into every
inch of her breasts.
"Good. I'm going to do a short abdominal exam now," the nurse stated,
pushing the sheet further down Jill's stomach as her fingers began to
probe and push her flesh.
"Oh, I wish I had been able to use the bathroom before this," Jill
joked. "I think my bladder is pretty full."
"I'll take it easy, " the nurse said agreeably, then moved the sheet
lower down Jill's belly. Jill's upper body was now naked from just below
the navel, and she stared at the ceiling as the nurse continued locating
her internal organs from the outside. As the nurse's hands continued to
feel her, she heard heavier footsteps enter the auditorium, then deep
voice of a man which disturbed the relative quiet.
"How many are we doing today?" she heard the male voice ask someone,
then a hearty chuckle. "And on my day off?" Jill listened to him say
loudly, probably to that other nurse at the door. Jill traced his walk
to the other end of the cubicles by his footsteps, so it looked like
they'd be starting on the other end.
"Is that the doctor?" Jill asked the nurse, whose fingers were now
probing just above Jill's pubic area. Jill could really feel the
pressure in her bladder.
"Yes. He should be here in a few minutes." Stopping her probing at
this point, the nurse pulled the sheet up again to cover Jill's
breasts. "All right, everything seems normal so far. If you will just
lie here, the doctor should be with you in just a few minutes."
Before Jill had a chance to say a word, the nurse left her alone in the
cubicle. Jill laid there and listened, hearing just bits and pieces of
conversations. Isolated words punched through the murmur of voices,
along with crinkly paper rustlings, quiet clicking sounds, and the hum
of the air conditioning system, which was working only too well. Jill's
nipples were hard as a rock from the chilly air and pushed up the flimsy
"Good…let me just see…I'm going to…move down please…." That's all she
could make out as the doctor spoke, although he appeared to keep up a
running conversation. It was only a few moments before she could hear
him move into the cubicle directly next to hers, and now the words were
clearer. Jill felt like a real eavesdropper now, as she could hear
every word that was being said just a couple of feet away, with nothing
but a flimsy sheet wall between.
"Hello, Karen, I'll be doing a visual inspection and then we'll take a
look inside. Could you place your feet here, please, and move your
bottom to the edge of the table. Good…please let your knees fall open,"
Jill heard him say. Then it was quiet, except for the snap of rubber
gloves, some quiet paper drage rustling, a couple of "Um hmms" from the
doctor, then the doctor's voice saying "I want you to bear down with
your internal vaginal muscles as my finger enters you." Jill had never
heard that request before from her doctor, and couldn't imagine exactly
what was going in the other cubicle. "All right. Good. Now I am going
to insert the speculum and get a look inside you. Relax please," he
said quietly to the woman on the other side. It was a distinctly
voyeuristic sensation listening like this; Jill almost felt like she was
being examined at the same time, and yet her turn was yet to come.
After several fairly quiet minutes, with just more a series of "Very
goods" emanating from the other side, Jill heard more movement, and
could tell that the doctor had stood up. "I'm going to feel for your
uterus and ovaries now," he said loudly, and Jill heard a small sound of
surprise from the girl. "There's just some pressure here, don't worry,"
she heard him say in response. "And now, I am going to do a quick
internal rectal exam," he announced and Jill heard the snap of glove
again. Jill's heart started beating rapidly. She had never had one of
those, and it looked like she would not be able to escape it.
"All right, all done," she heard him say. "Good. We need a urine
specimen now. I need to verify it, so you need to either give it while
I watch, or I can use a catheter to take it."
The girl on the other side stammered, "I don't know what's better.
What's easier?" she asked hesitantly.
"If you aren't uncomfortable urinating in front of me, I would say
that's quickest," Jill heard him answer. "We have a special funnel here
that's very easy to use." Jill heard a lot of paper crinkling and other
sounds, then the distinct hissing sound of a woman peeing, and the noise
of the urine filling up a bottle, all the normally fairly quiet sounds
very loud in the otherwise hushed auditorium. "Good. That's fine.
Thanks," the doctor said quietly. "That is everything I need. Thanks
Now Jill's heart began a wildly thumping rhythm. She heard much movement
on the other side, then the nurse reappeared in her cubicle, followed
close behind by the doctor. Now Jill could see what he looked like:
Medium tall, with light brown hair, probably in his early thirties,
average to above average looking, with dark brown eyes. Pleasant
enough, she thought. And his nametag said "Dr. Wilson." He stopped next
to the table and consulted his paperwork on the clipboard. "Terry, Jill
Terry. Okay," he read off the paper. "We'll get this done right away,
and you can be out of here. All right?" he asked, but it wasn't really
a question. With that, he pulled the sheet down to her waist and looked
at her bare torso. "Breast exam normal?" he asked, moving his fingers
over her right breast, then over her left, in a recheck of the nurse's
work. He used three fingers held closely together to press in on the
sides of her breasts, deeply palpating her tissues. Using his
stethoscope now, he slowly moved it around Jill's upper chest area and
then down around her breasts and under them. Dr. Wilson then moved the
scope lower to listen to Jill's internal organs, slowly making his way
around her entire abdominal area. "All right Jill, we're going to move
onto the pelvic exam now," he explained, pulling the sheet back up to
cover Jill's breasts again. "If you could scoot to the edge of the
table," he requested as he moved to stand at the foot of the table, "you
can put your heels in the stirrups here and we'll get started." He
seated himself on the stool and moved to center himself between her
outstretched legs. The nurse pushed the sheet up Jill's abdomen and
folded it back, leaving her pubic area and bare legs totally exposed.
Essentially she was naked from the waist down as she lay there, the
almost completely shaved V of her pubic hair totally visible. Jill left
only a thin strip of hair on the mons, but shaved her vulvar region to
avoid any stray hairs when she wore a bathing suit.
Jill raised her heels and placed them into the stirrups, feeling more
exposed than she wanted to be, and especially so with a clear view of
the doctor at the end of the table. And she figured that anybody walking
by would have a pretty good view also, not that anybody was there, but
she felt vulnerable. The whole set-up was so temporary and makeshift,
she thought. They're getting through the process pretty well, but if
she had known she'd be having a pelvic exam today when she got in her
car this morning to apply for the job…well, she didn't know how she
would have reacted.
But that was then, this was now, and she heard the doctor say "Please
open your knees now," and of course she complied. She looked at him; he
was perfectly framed in the V of her naked legs, and she watched as he
pulled a lamp closer to illuminate between her legs, then donned a pair
of latex gloves. "All right, Jill. You'll feel my fingers now as I
examine your vulvar region," he explained. Jill could feel him holding
her outer lips wide apart with one hand, as another finger moved around
her labia minora and spread them open apart. "I'm going to push your
clitoral hood back to check for adhesions," he said, and she shivered a
little as she felt his two large fingers pushing up and back, exposing
her clitoris to him. He didn't do anything else, but that simple
movement was enough to cause an involuntary contraction, and she
wondered if he noticed. "I'm going to take a good look at your urethral
opening also, Jill," he commented as she felt his two fingers move lower
with a pushing and opening motion, and she felt an interesting sensation
as he pulled her pee hole open wide. "Any history of urinary tract
infections at all?" he asked Jill. "They are very common in young
"No. I had one, but that was about a year and a half ago," Jill answered
"Very good," he murmured as he moved his fingers away from her urethra
and used them to hold open the labia minora as he visualized her vaginal
opening. Jill then felt his fingers palpate her large lips, first one
side and then the other, from her mons to the perineum, deep circular
motions that felt almost comforting. "Jill, I'll be doing a digital
exam of your vaginal interior now," he continued, holding her open with
one hand as he slowly slid two fingers inside her. She felt his strong
fingers do a complete 360 degree circuit of her vaginal opening,
pressing into her. He then moved his fingers deeper inside her and
completed the same thorough path. Jill felt his fingers on the upper
wall of her vagina, and a strong sensation shot through her; she had the
renewed feeling she needed to pee.
"Ooooh," she uttered involuntarily. "My bladder's a little full," Jill
"That's not a problem at all, in fact it's good," the doctor said,
"because we need a sample when this is over," he said as he withdrew his
fingers. "Everything feels good. Let's get your pap test now," he said,
reaching for the plastic speculum that the nurse had just unwrapped.
"Relax, Jill," he instructed as he tilted the speculum, held her
introitus open and dipped into her, slowly pushing her speculum deep
inside her, then rotating it until it was oriented correctly. He
clicked it open wide, and quickly pulled the exam light in closer to
illuminate inside her. "All right, we'll just get the swab now," he
said quietly as he inserted the swab and sampled the cervical surface.
The doctor handed off the swab to the nurse, who spread it on the
As always, Jill felt nothing as the sample was being taken, other than
the warmth of the lamp as it heated the area between her legs, and the
sensation of being opened wide by the speculum. "That's it. Your
cervical and vaginal area look perfectly normal," Dr. Wilson announced
as he slowly pulled the speculum from Jill's vagina. "I'm now going to
do the bimanual exam," he explained as she felt his fingers enter her
again; he pushed down on her upper pubic area with his other hand,
deeply and strongly, feeling for her internal organs. "I'm locating
your uterus and ovaries," he explained as his hand continued to press
down on her belly as his fingers inside her vagina pushed upward towards
her cervix. "Excellent," he said quietly as he continued to probe her.
"Very good," he continued, finally removing his fingers from her vagina
and taking off the rubber gloves. "Everything feels just fine. I
noticed on your info sheet that you said you occasionally suffer from
menstrual cramps; I don't feel any abnormalities, so I think it's
nothing to worry about." "Thanks," Jill said. "They're not really too
"That's good," Dr. Wilson said. "Okay," he began as he pulled on
another pair of gloves, "we're almost finished. I'm going to do your
recto-vaginal exam now. Just relax and try not to tighten up your
bottom," he instructed her. Jill had never had an exam like this, and
never had anal sex either, so she didn't know what to expect. She tried
to remain calm as she watched the doctor apply a dab of lubricant to his
fingers, then she felt one of his fingers next to her anus, poised there
but not moving yet, and another fingertip just inside her vagina. "All
right, relax now," Dr. Wilson instructed as he pushed his lower finger
slowly inside Jill's rectal opening. It was very tight, yet yielded to
his lubricated entrance; Jill tried to remain calm, yet she could feel
her breathing quicken a little as she experienced the doctor's finger
enter her. His other finger slid easily into her vagina, which by this
time had been thoroughly dilated from his several examinations. She
could feel both strong fingers as they simultaneously probed her
internal areas, the doctor slowly, deeply and expertly examining her
with his touch. Jill saw the nurse pull out a wad of tissue.
"All right, Jill, I think I'm done here," he announced as she felt both
his fingers sliding out of her. "Nurse, could you clean her up please,"
he asked as he stripped off the gloves. The nurse moved in with the
tissue and cleaned Jill's anal region, then taking another wipe, she
spread open Jill's vulva and dried off the excess lubricant. Jill felt
the nurse's strong fingers as she held her labia open and efficiently
followed the doctor's orders. Jill was more than a little embarrassed
at this point; after all, she had just had an extremely thorough and
very unexpected physical exam, and just wanted to get it over with.
Plus she still had to go to the bathroom, at this point rather
desperately. As the nurse finished cleaning her up, Jill expected her
to pull the drape down or bring her feet out of the stirrups, but she
made no move to do so. Instead she left Jill exposed and in position.
Dr. Wilson, seated on the stool, was completing his part of the
paperwork as the nurse worked. "Okay, Jill, we just need to get that
urine sample and then we're done." He looked up from the form. "We
don't need a sterile sample here but the nurse and I do have to verify
the it. You can use this funnel –" and at this he held up a round
plastic catch funnel attached to a sample bottle – "or we can go ahead
and use a catheter. It's your choice. Since you said you had to go
anyway, the funnel might work fine, although some people find it
difficult to urinate in front of people and so we just go ahead and use
Jill didn't know what to say. "I guess I can use the funnel," she
said. "I've only given samples at the lab where I use that small
"Right. That's most people's experience. Of course we'll use the clean
catch wipes here before you give the sample, and it's basically the same
thing only you will use the funnel. It's actually easier. We'll need
two separate samples also, so you'll have to pause while we change the
bottle, but that's not a problem, is it?" Dr. Wilson started to write
out some labels. "You can hop down off the table or just sit on the
edge if that's easier for you."
The nurse came over and finally lowered the stirrups for Jill. She
tried to pull down the drape to cover her pubic area as she closed her
legs and struggled to sit up. Jill moved to the edge as instructed, and
waited as the nurse opened up a plastic package with a round funnel
about three inches in diameter attached to a bottle. She carried the
funnel device in one hand, and two sterile wipe packages in the other,
which she offered to Jill. "Jill, use one of these to wipe your anal
region from forward to the back, just once."
Dr. Wilson was still writing on her chart as Jill tucked the drape under
her arms and took the wipe packet and opened it. She was now perched on
the edge of the exam table, and with one hand she lifted up the bottom
edge of the sheet and pulled it up, once again exposing her genital
area. Spreading her legs wide open, she maneuvered to get access to her
bottom, but actually had to slide off the table and get into a slight
squat position in order to reach herself properly. It was awkward to
say the least; Jill felt the drape fall completely open in the back as
she moved around, and after a second she lost control of it as it came
untucked from under her arms and fell to the ground. The nurse bent
down to retrieve it, but of course since it had fallen she didn't give
it back to Jill, who was now completely naked in front of the doctor and
nurse as she finished using the wipe. Jill straightened up, and was
relieved as the nurse placed another clean drape around her shoulders.
This covered her up from the back, and shielded her from anyone passing
by the front of the cubicle, at least.
Neither Dr. Wilson, who was still filling out paperwork, nor the nurse
seemed concerned in the least as Jill stood there naked from the waist
down and took the other wipe from the nurse. "Jill, now you need to
take this and spread your labia, clean your urethra, then wipe between
your labia from back to front." Jill was mortified now, but had to do
as instructed, so she used her left hand to open her lips, then she use
the wipe as the nurse had described. "Keep your lips open," the nurse
asked as Jill dropped the used wipe into the waste basin. "Good," the
nurse approved as Jill held herself wide and exposed. "Dr. Wilson,
we're ready to start the sample."
"Good," Dr. Wilson said and swiveled around to face Jill and the nurse,
who handed him the funnel device. As the doctor sat on the stool, his
face was about at eye level with Jill's genital area. "All right, Jill,
I'm going to hold the funnel for you, and you just need to start
urinating for me. When I say stop, I want you to hold your flow while I
change the collection bottle. Can you do that for me?"
This whole procedure was really much more than she bargained for, but
she was this far along now and needed to finish the embarrassing
process. "Yes, Doctor. I can do that," she answered, trying to remain
calm and not sound intimidated.
"Okay, I'm putting it into position." He pressed the back surface of the
funnel against Jill, slightly below her urethra, but he did not push the
front end to her body. "I need to see the actual urination, Jill, so I
am going to bring this light in closer and I'll be able to verify it."
The nurse moved the lamp closer in; Jill's pubic area and her spread
open labia and exposed urethral meatus were brightly illuminated now.
"There we go," Dr. Wilson said. "All set now. Any time you're ready,
Jill took a deep relaxing breath, or at least tried to. She felt
terribly under the gun, with the eyes of the doctor and the nurse on
her, or more precisely on her imminent urination. Jill concentrated on
starting her flow, and she certainly had to go. But nothing happened.
She closed her eyes and tried very hard to relax her bladder, to will
the flow to begin, but it was more difficult than she ever imagined.
Nothing was coming out. It felt as though she was almost about to
start, but not a drop emerged. "I, I'm sorry…I can't seem to get this
started," she apologized.
"Are you sure you can't do it?" Dr. Wilson asked. "Try again," he urged.
"Okay," Jill agreed, and tried once again to force her urine to flow.
She made a little involuntary noise as she strained to start, but it
didn't help, and nothing happened once again. "Doctor, I don't know if
this is going to work," she said sheepishly.
"Well, let's try it again. Relax your pelvic muscles, don't think about
what you're trying to do…" he advised her.
"All…right…okay…come on," she whispered almost to herself, then just as
she was about to give up and admit defeat, she felt the familiar
sensation of her urine beginning to flow, slowly at first, then it
became a steady stream that spilled into the funnel. She didn't have
much time to think of what she looked like, holding herself open, the
doctor staring intently at the pee leaving her body, otherwise she might
have froze up again. After about ten seconds, the Doctor said "Hold it
now, Jill. We need to change the container." Only it wasn't so easy;
Jill had a full bladder, and stopping in midstream was almost
impossible, so strong was the urge to empty herself. But she tightened
her urethral muscles and halted the flow, counting the seconds as Dr.
Wilson handed the sampler to the nurse who removed the lower portion and
attached another bottle. He replaced it in position under Jill's
urethra and said "You can finish now. Go ahead."
It only took a split second for Jill to begin again, and soon the second
bottle was almost full also, but Jill was finished. "Ah," she said
finally. "I think that's it."
"Okay, very good," Dr. Wilson said as he removed the funnel and handed
Jill a tissue to dry herself. "You did very well, Jill. I can complete
the exam paperwork right now, and I think everything is in order." He
turned away from her and returned to the papers. "You can get dressed
"Yes, thanks, Dr. Wilson." Jill dabbed at herself to dry the last few
drops, then quietly reached for her underpants first, wanting to cover
up as fast as possible. As she was pulling up her jeans, with the drape
still around her shoulders – she hadn't had a chance to put back on her
upper garments – Dr. Wilson turned around again. "You need to sign
this, Jill." He held the file out to her. As she signed, the drape
fell off her shoulders and she stood topless in front of the doctor
again, only now it as more awkward as she was half-dressed and the exam
was over. She reached down to pick up the sheet and hold it to her
chest. "Excuse me," she said, flustered, and continued with signing in
the three other places necessary. "Thanks again, " Dr. Wilson said to
her with a smile, then without another glance backward he strode out of
And as quickly and startlingly as it had begun, the exam was over. Jill
couldn't quite believe it had happened, though she did still feel a
little discomfort from the doctor's very thorough bimanual exam, with
its strong pressure on her abdomen and manipulation inside her vagina.
She felt completely check out, opened up, and of course her rectum also
– first time for that – but at least it was over now, and a good job was
on the horizon. It was worth it, it was worth all the trouble and
embarrassment. Jill's Pre-Employment physical exam was finally over.