Elizabeth sat in the wait way, 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 understanding she was here was because of a job chance that was too good to authorise up. Elizabeth had been a ball carrier since highschool school, and was one of the best in caterpillar tread and field who ever graduated from her gravid school. That was lowest yr. So far this year, job opportunities were slim. As college took up about of her meter, she needed a unsubdivided job she would love. This is when she spotted her aspiration job in the classified."WANTED : Athletes to examine running and sporting shoes of versatile styles. applicant must be in prime health, and set to push these horseshoe to their limit. The most comfortable experience while performing your sport is our bit one precedency. Work weekends only ! Contact quartet S. That 's Super Supple Stylish Shoes at 555-5555."

Elizabeth II did not irritate calling. She went in person to their positioning, as this seemed like the solvent to her money woes. So imprint was Mr. Planum, the president of Quadrulple S, that he hired her on the situation, pending a forcible exam to determine she was a level-headed nominee. Elizabeth is discouraged when she heard this hold up part, heading towards the door with a"Thank you anyway"on her mouth, when Mr. Planum quickly said,"Two Hundred."

"What ?"Elizabeth II stopped, doorknob in hand.

"Two C Dollars an minute,"replied the president."That 's what we pay our examiner. Oh, and also, you can work as many hours as you like during the weekend. And judging by your coming into court, you 'll be able-bodied to test for many hour without tiring."

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

"Ok, Mr. Planum. I 'll do the physical."

That was yesterday. Elizabeth II spend all that day and night dreading having to go to the doc. 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 suite opened, and a handsome male person nurse stood, giving the waiting room and quick glance."Elizabeth II ?"he called in a sort, firm tint. A shot of adrenaline surged through her veins as Elizabeth saw that this good-looking man, a few twelvemonth her senior, was going to take her into the examination way."Is n't it always female nurses at these home ?"she thought as she stood up.

"Hi,"said, showing her through the door. Elizabeth could do little but have a small grinning."We 'll be right in here,"the nurse said, leading her down a hallway, and into an examination room. Elizabeth glanced around : two wooden, padded chairs, an examination mesa with the back raised, a scale, a swallow hole and tabulator with several jar of sticks and Q-Tips, a box of test glove, a digital thermometer, blood pressure cuff, stethoscope ... everything she hated.

"Ok, you can withdraw a seat right field there,"said the nurse, pointing to one of the president."We 'll start up with your line of descent pressure."She sat down and rolled up her arm as the nurse took a handcuff and wrapped it around her arm. He pumped it up, and she felt her heart pound in her arm as he slowly released the pressure.

"Just a piddling 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 neural,"the nurse replied. Setting down the manacle, he picked up the thermometer."Under your tongue please ?"he said, bringing it towards her back talk. She parted her glossed, pink mouth and let him slew it in her mouth. It beeped."Perfect !"he said, pulling the tip off and tossing it away.

"We 're going to need you to peel down to your underwear please,"he said, going over to a draftsman under the examination table, and pulling out a minor, blue cloth surgical gown. She knew in the spinal column 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 examination table for a few seconds. She pulled her top off over her oral sex, and kicked her piddling snitcher off before unbuttoning her jeans. She quickly pulled off her pants and grabbed the gown. Putting it on, she was a piffling blockade that it was so unawares, stopping a few inches above her human knee. She tied that dorsum of the gown, tossed her clothes on a chair, and hopped up onto the table, her bop animal foot dangling above the floor.

She was brushing back her shoulder length brown hair behind her ear, when a rap at the door startled her. The door opened, and in stepped a midriff aged woman, tall, with dark blonde fuzz pulled back in a jigger after part. She wore a white lab coat buttoned over a blue sky top, nylons over her shapely leg, and contraband heeled skid. She adjusted her glasses as she glanced over a clipboard, and shut the threshold behind her.
"Hi, Elizabeth. I 'm repair aurora,"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 billet at the company ?"asked the doctor. She took a pen out of her scoop to ready notes on her paperwork.

"As a tester for their summercater shoes,"answered the patient.

"I see !"said doctor Dawn, ticking a box on her clipboard."Just to prepare you, Elizabeth II, I have seen many of Mr. Planum 's applicants for this location. Most do n't exist up to his banner for this job. He demands only the best candidates, and they must have my stamp of commendation before he will hire them."

"Well I 'm very goodly. I 've been in mutation all through schooling, so there should n't be any problems physically,"said Elizabeth, a little taken aback.

"You seem to be in ok shape, dear,"said the Dr.."And how old are you ?"

"I turned eighteen a few calendar month 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 metallic element on her back."Take a few deep breathing space delight ?"

"Very good,"said doc Dawn."Though your heart rate is a bit high."

"I 'm just a little aflutter,"said Elizabeth with a niggling anxious giggle.

"It 's ok,"said the doctor."Perfectly normal to be flighty at the doctor's."Now, I am going to need you to remove your nightdress, bra, and socks please. We need to get your stature and weight."

Another spate of adrenaline shot through Elizabeth."Oh ... okeh,"she said in a silence voice. She untied the back of her nightdress as the physician walked towards the scale. Hopping off the exam mesa, she took off the gown, setting it on the tabular array, and unhooked her bra. She felt herself flush as the low temperature air touched her naked boob. Next she bent down and slipped off each sock, which she set with her bra on the exam table.

It was n't the bleakness of her bosom that embarrassed her the most. Nor the fact that the cold air of the exam room was making her short 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 spoil her foundation 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-flop, they were never owned by her.

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

"Okay, you weight 112. Now please turn around so I can occupy your height."

Elizabeth carefully turned herself on the little platform.

"Your height is five fundament, four inches. Very beneficial. You can birth a seat back on the test table,"said the doc, as she jotted down the info on her clipboard. Elizabeth hopped back onto the board, her little simple foundation dangling above the floor.

The Doctor walked over to the table and took Elizabeth 's robe and wearing apparel."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 rap on the door, and the male nursemaid entered, closing the door behind him.

"Good timing,"smiled doctor cockcrow. The nurse, carrying a small briefcase, walked over and sat it on the rejoinder. Elizabeth II sat, mortified, that this man was now in the room with her nearly raw. She instinctively crossed her arms over her bosom, and squeezed her knees together as tight as she could.

"I 'm really not comfortable with this,"said the embarrassed little girl, looking at the medico with pleading eyes."I do n'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 want to be shy. I need him to assist me for a few ready examination, and then we 'll be done."

"Can I at to the lowest degree put my bra back on ?"she said, looking at her galvanic pile of apparel on one of the chairs.

"No, not yet,"replied the physician."We 're going to want to take some meter reading of your heart in a bit. Now,"said the doctor, walking over to the exam table and laying the back all the way down,"if you could delight lay back ?"

Elizabeth scooted back and laid down, her right arm still covering breasts. The doctor went to her patient role 's hanging stage, and pulled the extension of the exam table out. Hesitantly, Elizabeth I put her animal foot on the lengthy piece of the tabular array, her knees bent so that her feet were flat.

She glanced to her left hand at the replication where the nursemaid had flicked open the briefcase, and was removing items that she could not pick out. Doctor Dawn lightly took Elizabeth 's articulatio talocruralis, lifted her base, and gently pulled her legs straight person."That is such moderately toenail culture ! I love that shade of pink,"she said with a smile, and went over to the buffet, taking something the nurse had removed. Elizabeth II instinctively bent her knees, and put her feet flat on the table again. Her ears burned red from the compliment on her nail polish.

"O.K., Elizabeth,"said the medico, coming to the end of the test tabular array."We 're just going to remove some measurements of your feet.

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

"Mr. Planum wants detailed specifications of all his testers. Now please,"said physician sunrise, again gently taking her articulatio talocruralis, and pulling her legs,"keep your leg straight. Ready nanny ?"

"Ready !"said the nurse, walking side by side to the exam table with the clipboard in hand.

Doctor Dawn brought up a caliper and held it side by side to Elizabeth 's right infantry. She leaned in conclusion 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 person nurse wrote down the measurement.

Elizabeth II just stared at the bright lights on the cap, humiliated, as the MD measured each of her cute short toes on her right on foot. As the issue were called out, they were recorded promptly by the nanny. The width of her metrical foot was then also taken at its extensive point. Her bequeath infantry was then scrutinized in the Saame fashion. Elizabeth had never dreamed that going to the doctor could be so embarrassing. She now knew the exact measurements of each foundation and toe. And so would Mr. Planum.

"Okay, Elizabeth,"said MD cockcrow, handing the caliper to the nursemaid,"now for a sensitiveness test.

"Sensitivity ?"said the patient, who had one-half sat up, thinking the test was about over."Does n't he own enough to go on now ?"

"Almost. We 'll be done soon. Nurse, please put the Monitor oh her."The physician walked over to the counter, but Elizabeth I was n't capable to see what she was doing. The manly nurse walked to her unexpended side, holding a small box with two electrodes dangling from wires.

"I just need to stick these on your breast,"he said, setting the box on the table next to her."So if you would n't beware moving your arm, they need to go on your chest, to measure your spunk rate."

Slowly Elizabeth put her arm at her side, exposing her breasts to this Male stranger. He placed the pads near each boob, and flipped on the box."Just try to unlax,"he said, and stepped to the infantry of the examination table.

MD Dawn joined him, handing him the clipboard and a few early point."okeh, we 're going to exam your fundament now to see how sensitive they are."She bent-grass towards Elizabeth 's metrical foot and looked closely at them. She took each foundation in each of her hands and felt with her thumb the smooth, pink skin.

"You have very Nice feet, Elizabeth !"the doctor said."I wish mine were this soft. How often do you get pedicures ?"

"I 've never had one,"she answered, with a shy giggle.

"Well, whatever you 're doing, keep it up. You have the mild feet I think I have ever examined. Not a callous to be seen !"

Elizabeth 's face flushed at this compliment. She never knew she could be so humiliated. All she wanted was for this exam to end. To get dressed. To put her socks and skid back on ! As these persuasion raced through her mind, the doc walked over to the varan laying side by side to her. She picked up the box saying,"OK, nurse, start the sensitivity tests."

Elizabeth II felt the male breastfeed cup her bounder in his helping hand and kick upstairs her metrical foot up. She glanced up to see her stark infantry just a couple of inches away from this attractive man 's face. She quickly looked away, too embarrassed for words.

Taking something from his air hole, the nursemaid said,"Let me know if you can feel this, O.K. ?"He brought the soft tip of a plume gently down the centre of her sole. Her ft twitched slightly.

"I felt that,"she said in quiet voice.

"And this ?"he asked, brushing the feathering sideways across the pads of her toes.

"Yes,"she answered, as her toes flinched back slightly.

"What about this ?"he said, as he put the soft feather in between her big toe and the next, and quickly pulled it through.

Her animal foot involuntarily jumped back."Yes, it tickles,"she replied.

"Now hold as still as you can delight,"said the nursemaid. She felt the lenient feather slide between her indorsement and third toes. This time it was slowly pulled out, and her metrical unit twitched. Then the third and one-fourth toes had the feather chute in. Slowly it crept out, and her leg twitched. In it went between the fourth and fifth toes. Quickly it was pulled between them, and her toes curled slightly.

She then felt the feathering 's tip lightly brush down her sole. Then it went up and sideways. She felt it flutter across the ball of her infantry, and then go in small bill move up to the base of her niggling toes, and down to her shapely arch. Then it danced in tiny roofy on the bounder of her bare sole. All the while she tried to bide still and to not react. She had n't even noticed that she had been holding her intimation, giving it her all not to move.

The sensations stopped. She glanced towards her foot, thinking her test was over. The nurse had only flipped the feather in his deal, and now he brought the quill pen straight down, from her big toe to her heel.

"Aahhh !"Elizabeth cried, pulling her fundament back without control.

"make a musical note of that, nurse,"said doctor Dawn, carefully watching the small box monitoring Elizabeth II 's heart pace. Setting down her infantry, the nursemaid scratched some tone on the clipboard. Picking her metrical foot back up he said,"Now please hold as still as possible."

He dragged the flight feather lightly up and down her sole. Elizabeth I caught her breath with each pass, trying her best not to flinch. But her reflexes were firmly to master. When the passes stopped and she heard the click of a bottle cap, she glanced up to see the breastfeed pouring a bit of some kind of liquid in his hand. He rubbed it on her exposed sole. She laid her head back. It felt undecomposed, almost like a massage.

The quill tip came down her invertebrate foot again suddenly, hard down her arch, gliding on the oil spread on her sole. She almost pulled her foot out of his mitt in amazement."Oohhh !,"she whimpered. The wet-nurse took another eminence. Then she felt the quill go back to her substructure. It slid gracefully, slowly, all across the testis of her sole. He brought it down each little toe. It went in tiny roofy on every pad of her oiled digits.

"Oohh. Ohh my God,"were the words escaping her mouth, as her leg twitched and shook, wanting nothing more than to pull her poor foot away.

"cargo hold still, dear. You must stay as still as you can,"said doctor first light standing next to her, watching the monitor, as well as her short struggling patient doing her best to comply.

The quill feather reached her soft archway, and the nurse brought it down in a squiggly movement. It went up again, and down again. Elizabeth was breathing hard as this happened. Her calm was quickly leaving as this sensation overwhelmed her. The nurse stopped to give her a little break.

"Is that it ?"asked Elizabeth."Are we done ?"He breathing became more easy, and she felt embarrassed about how he may ingest looked trying to withstand this test.

"Almost ”, said doc morning."You may continue, nurse."

The quill started at the bottom of Elizabeth 's arch, and slid down to her tender, round heel. The nanny drew it in Mexican valium over the circumference of her pad.

"Oohhh. Noo. No, it 's too often,"whimpered the poor little girl, he little toes scrunching up in a vain campaign to protect the rest of her foot.

"The nurse drew smaller round on her heel, gradually making them larger, then small again. The innocence of her depressed peel follow the flight feather as it went.

"Ooohhhh. Please, nurse ! Please stop it. It 's too much !"Elizabeth was now loud, nearly yelling at the nurse.

The nanny stopped and Elizabeth II caught her breathing space."Very dependable, Cy Young lady,"said physician morning."Once more little test is all that is left.

"Oh good,"said Elizabeth I, still panting a bit. That 's when she noticed the wetness between her legs. Her step-in were soaked, and her nipples were as hard as careen. She looked at the male nurse, who was making more notation, with a yearning she seldom felt. She just hoped he would n't remark her wet underwear.

Returning to the end of the examination table, the nursemaid picked up her foot again."Now, you must hold as still as possible, Elizabeth,"he said."Do n't rive your foot away, but you can provide your foot to travel with its natural reflexes.

"O.K.,"said Elizabeth, glancing at the nurse. That 's when she saw what he was holding. It had a grip a few inches long and was topped with a wheel, out of which was a line of reasoning of pins !"What is that !"she asked with a suggestion of scare in her voice.

"This is a wartenberg wheel,"answered the nurse."It wo n't hurt. Are you ready ?"

"I suppose,"she answered, not sounding at all confident in her answer.

"Here we go,"said the nanny, bringing the instrument down lightly on her pelt. Slowly he ran it down her pink and tender sole. One pin after another, in rapid sequence digging, into her. It was n't bad. He brought it down two more liberty chit in the Sami fashion, and Elizabeth did n't rip away or get to any noise.

Suddenly it came down faster and slightly harder. It make her jump and nearly pull her foot away. It hurt, tickled, and felt right all at once.

"Hold still now,"said doctor break of the day, looking down on her nearly nude painting patient, noticing her hard, put up teat, and wet panties.

The male nurse now used the rack with little compassionateness. He brought it across her sole slowly, with air pressure behind it. The pins dug into her flesh a seemingly infinite amount of times.

"Ohh. Nooo. Oohh my God,"whimpered the poor girl, her leg quivering as she tried to keep her foot still.

Up and down the bicycle went. Then slowly from side to side over her soft flesh. Slowly up the face of her foot the nurse brought it, from bounder to pinky toe. The down again in a ho-hum agony.

"Please ! Please stop ! No !"

Down it came again, deadening than ever. Down her pink sole, sending electricity through her nervus. Her leg shook, her little toes curled. He sole wrinkled up, doing all it could to protect itself from the wheel.

"Ooohhhh my God ! I 'm begging. I ca n't ... I ca n't take it ! No, no, NO ! Please doctor !"She looked at physician Dawn with pleading middle."Please doctor dawning ! Please wee-wee it stooopp !"

The nurse finished the mental testing and removed the wartenberg wheel from Elizabeth 's misfortunate fillet of sole."All done !"he said."safe job, Elizabeth II. I can honestly say that I have never seen a patient role custody so still. I know it is n't easy."Setting her foot down, he made more notes on his clipboard.

"Yes, you did very well,"said doctor Dawn. In fact, you are by far the best prospect I have examined for Mr. Planum. I think it 's safety to accept you will get the job."

"Oh honest. Thank you, doctor,"said Elizabeth I, wiping away a few bust."I 'm just glad it 's over. That was big than anything I imagined."

"one-half over,"said the doctor, walking down to Elizabeth left foot.

"What ?"said Elizabeth, sitting up with her beautiful centre wide and panicked.

"Mr. Planum is very exhaustive, as I said,"the Doctor of the Church replied, picking up Elizabeth II 's animal foot and examining her balmy sole."Based on your early ft 's test, you should have nothing to occupy about. Your feet will be extremely medium to all his psychometric test shoes, thus making you a valuable voice as a tester of his products."

The manly nurse passed the feather to the doctor as he took up his home by the spunk monitor."Oh my,"he said, glancing at her pantie,"It does n't look like it was all so horrible."

Elizabeth I was to concerned about the adjacent test to even be embarrassed that this handsome man had seen her surcharge underwear. Her eyes glistened with bust as the nurse brought the feather up to her sole.

"You really do make the softest fundament I have ever seen,"said the doctor."Now, Lashkar-e-Tayyiba see how medium this foundation is."

The End .