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Kimberly's Humiliating Medical Seminar
by Nightarcher (nightarcher@erols.com)
***
A young college coed rear ends an expensive car. She
doesn't have insurance and has to agree to "help" a
medical merchandise sales executive with an upcoming
seminar he is performing. (MF, reluc, exh, huml)
***
Kimberly Dougherty buzzed through the suburban streets
with the wind blowing her curly, reddish-brown hair in
all directions. The care-free girl had taken her last
test the day before at Warner College, and was looking
forward to a relaxing summer. Gone were the worries of
research papers and final exams.
Her radio blared, and she bopped to the rhythm in "MTV
generation" fashion. She glanced up into the rear-view
mirror, admiring her new sunglasses and scanned her
tight, sexy legs.
She looked back up at the road suddenly and saw the back
end of a shiny silver car. Too late! The girl stomped on
the brakes, but was unable to avoid the collision! The
tires screeched as Kimberly watched her car slam the
shiny Lexus in the rear. Her day had taken a sudden,
careless, turn for the worst!
The driver, a well-dressed businessman in his thirties,
stepped out. He checked on Kimberly to make sure that
she wasn't hurt, then his temper flared.
The girl was still clutching the steering wheel and
finally had the sense to turn her radio off. Kimberly
slid out and faced the angry man with a stray bang
hanging in her face.
Doug Sharpe was shaking his head, staring off in the
other direction. He looked over his shoulder stomping
his wing-tips on the street and said, "Geez! Were you
looking where you were going? At all? How could you have
missed me? I was right in front of you!" A string of
obscenities came from his mouth, as he inspecting his
bumper hanging off his car, and the damage she'd done to
the rear panel.
Kimberly kept her cool and took a deep breath. She stood
a whole head and shoulders shorter than the man and
adjusted her short shorts discreetly. "Well," she said
timidly, "At least no one was hurt, right? That's the
important thing."
The man grunted, "Yeah, right. What-ever!"
Kimberly watched him pull out his cellular phone, and
the girl suddenly panicked. As she watched his fingers
dial, she remembered that her auto insurance was never
reinstated since coming back home from school. He was
technically uninsured, driving illegally!
She flung out her arms as Doug held the receiver to his
face, awaiting the police dispatcher's office. "Wait! I
mean... Please listen to me for a minute?"
Doug shut his phone with irritation. "What? Don't even
tell me! You're not insured?!"
She looked up at him and was nearly crying.
Doug nearly threw his phone on the ground, and Kimberly
witnessed the man become even more frustrated and
enraged. "Are you kidding me?! I cannot believe my
fucking luck today! First my assistant quits on me, and
now this!"
Kimberly blinked her eyes quickly, and tried to explain
herself. "I'm a college student..." she said with a
stuttered, strained voice, "And if you give me a chance,
I swear that I can repay the damage-eventually. I'll
work three jobs if I have to..."
Doug laughed and was about to dial again.
Kimberly stopped him again, realizing that one phone
call could take away her driving privilege and give her
a permanent record. She needed to get around this
summer, and her father would kill her if he knew that
his daughter was driving around without insurance!
"Please?!" Kimberly begged. "You can't report this
accident. I'll be in big trouble!"
Doug flipped his phone shut once more. Unconsciously,
his voice went into his New York accent, "Listen, you
want to stay out of trouble? Here's what you are going
to have to do..." Doug said like a street-corner loan-
shark.
Kimberly raised her eyebrows as Doug laid out the deal.
"Look," he said, "I operate a medical import and
distribution company. I get stuff from all over the
world; Belgium, Germany and the U.K. In a few minutes, I
have one of the biggest seminars of my entire career."
The girl listened, puzzled, still unable to get the
faintest idea of where this was all leading. "Anyway,"
Doug went on, "I need you to assist me. I want you to
help me show the merchandise, and help demonstrate some
of the sample products. You do that, honey, and I'll
call things totally even!"
Kimberly could not believe this. The girl tilted her
head and looked at the phone cradled threateningly in
the man's hand. She had no choice. She wanted to ask a
million questions, instead, she simply agreed. "OK, I'll
help you," she said at last and already wondered if
she'd made the right decision.
Douglas entered the convention center and found his
assigned room. With boxes and crates of medical
equipment piled high on his hand-cart, he carefully
wheeled his sample inventory inside the room. His
expensive suit, and impressive watch, made him look very
distinguished and credible, while Kimberly followed
behind wearing her skimpy, casual summer clothes. The
two did not look like they belonged together at all.
The adorable girl took a deep breath as she entered
behind him. She looked around the immense meeting room
and saw the podiums, tiny stage, and its audio-visual
systems all ready to go. It felt like a set for some
kind of infomercial. The thought made her almost smile,
but she was still in disbelief that she was "here" and
actually going to go through with this.
What did she know about medical equipment? And why was
Douglas so insistent that she help him today? The day's
events had taken an incredibly bizarre turn- originally
she'd planned to spend the day at the beach with her
girlfriend, Chrissy. Now, she was here, with a man she'd
never met, about to assist him in a field about which
she knew nothing. The worst part was that she couldn't
refuse! All Doug had to do was make a simple phone call
and her license would be gone!
The crates were heavy and Douglas warned her that they
were filled with very expensive instruments and
sophisticated medical equipment. She had already wrecked
his car, and had no plans to make matters worse by
dropping one of the crates. She had no idea what was in
any of them, nor did she really care. She simply wanted
to get this "assistant thing" over with and get back to
her summer vacation.
The petite girl stood in the front of the room facing
three rows of folding chairs- imagining rows of boring,
salesmen and buyers seated before her. Her mind wondered
what her duties would entail. She was no public speaker.
"Here," Douglas said, handing Kimberly a stack of
brochures, "I want you to greet everyone as they walk
in, give them a pamphlet, and tell them 'Welcome to
Euro-Medical Sales.'"
She crinkled her little upturned nose, "Douglas?" she
asked with a hint of apprehension, "What else am I
supposed to do? I mean, once the meeting begins. How am
I going to help you. I know... absolutely nothing!..."
her head tilted like a classic ditz and she looked up at
him with wide, pretty green eyes.
Douglas was such a slick "fast talker" he simply patted
her on the top of her head as if she were a cocker
spaniel and said, "Look, I can see that you are a little
worried.," he smiled, "I am not going to make you say
anything, all right? I promise. All you do is help me
and be an extra set of hands. You hold things, smile a
lot, and help me demonstrate some of the equipment. It's
no big thing."
She exhaled biting her lip. Hoping that it was truly
going to be that simple. She figured that she was going
to do a little "Vanna White" thing and show off the
"prizes". That wasn't too horrible sounding.
She nodded slowly, and proceeded to the threshold of the
meeting room. There was still some time left, but she
really had nothing else to say to Douglas, and she was
still leery about this whole thing. Her parents would
kill her if they ever found out she had gone with this
stranger and had let him scam her into this just to stay
out of trouble.
The first few men to arrive did a "double take" upon
seeing her in the doorway. Their looks reinforced the
fact that she was totally inappropriately dressed. One
stopped short of the door, and walked the other way-
certain that he was in the wrong room. Kimberly smiled
and pleasantly chimed, "Excuse me? Ahem, this is Euro-
Medical's seminar, sir. Is that the room you are looking
for?" The man was amazed at her appearance and got a
good chuckle as he turned around and walked into the
room.
All the men were in their forties and fifties. Each took
a brochure, smiling and taking inventory of Kim's sexy,
petite frame. They were happy to have such a lovely girl
in the meeting room! Her tight, little shorts attracted
quite a few stares. Behind her back, they whispered
"dirty-old-man" comments. Her black, lycra top was tight
with intertwined white laces running down the front. Her
bulging chest captivated the men- who blatantly stared.
Kimberly was a dainty girl, but her round, full breasts
looked like they belonged on a larger-framed woman. Her
top stretched over her mounds and showed off the
roundness and fullness her young boobs possessed.
Kim looked at the growing group of buyers and sales
"reps". They all wore the same style suit and classic
shoes. Even their haircuts were boring and totally
blasé. Kimberly stood, realizing there would be no
chance of meeting a nice-looking young doctor today. She
perked up with a phony, frozen smile on her face as
another group of men entered.
"Welcome to Euro-Medical, my name in Kimberly, and if
you have any questions please feel free to ask," she
said in a sweet, bouncy tone as she handed each one of
them a sales brochure.
One man looked down her legs, cocked his head to one
side at the sight of her partially bare midriff and
grunted, "Well, I sure as hell feel over-dressed!" he
said making the girl feel even more awkward than before.
The gray-haired man smiled and his buddy cracked up,
holding his ribs.
Douglas smiled up at the front of the room and gave
Kimberly a glance that let her know they were about to
begin. Doug stood on the demonstration stage making a
few last-minute sound adjustments and so forth. The
stage was only four inches higher than the floor, but it
looked intimidating to Kim, who realized that she'd be
up there in front of all of the men soon. She took a
quick head-count and came up with thirty-two men.
Doug nodded to Kim and motioned for her to come up to
the front. Damn! She thought- here we go.
Slowly, she pranced to the front and gracefully stepped
up onto the platform. She stood next to Doug, sideways
to the men- whose eyes feasted at the sight of the
lovely young lady before them. She became an unwilling
prop for their day-time sex fantasies, as each man
undressed the girl with his eyes.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Douglas began. "I would
like to thank you for coming, and welcome you to share
the savings of imported medical products."
Kimberly stood still, and put an easy smile on her face.
She was too timid to look directly out at the men.
Instead, she looked at Doug as he continued to explain
his company, and how he was going to provide them all
with top-notch sales and service. She had to admit that
Douglas was an excellent salesman- a real go-getter!
Douglas had the perfect tone and diction, "And so,
gentlemen, I would now like to show you a few items that
we import and distribute."
His microphone made a humming sound as he moved to his
left and showed his audience his first item. It looked
like a stretcher, maybe, or a cot of some type, as he
brought out a flat black cloth with gray aluminum
framing.
"This is a folding examination table, gentlemen," he
said, holding it out so that they could see how light it
was. "These are standard in field hospitals all over
South Africa and neighboring areas of the globe. As you
can see, the table is very compact and light-weight,
allowing it to be set up virtually anywhere... (blah,
blah, blah)"
In a few motions, the table popped open and sprung into
a full-sized, wide examination table. The audience was
pretty amazed. It popped open like something out of a
Dr. Seuss book. Kimberly smiled, genuinely impressed
with the item.
"The maximum weight for this table is approximately five
hundred and fifty pounds," Doug said, smiling and
turning his head, "That should be more than sufficient
to support my lovely assistant, Kimberly."
The audience smiled at the little joke and chuckled.
Kimberly, however, was not amused! Was he really going
to make her sit up there? Doug leaned towards her and
whispered, "Hop up there and smile, let them see that
this thing isn't going to tip over or anything with a
little weight on it."
Kim made a sour, perturbed look and did as she was told.
She lifted herself carefully and lowered her little rear
end onto the table. She was amazed how sturdy the
cordura fabric beneath her was. The stretched fabric was
taut, and held her up without any give at all. Her legs
crossed at the heels, and her thick shoes dangled a few
inches off the stage floor. Her legs draped over the
side of the table on display for the men- tan, muscular,
and baby-smooth.
"You can see that the table 'hardly noticed' her," Doug
said. "The table is full-sized and suitable for
examinations, sports injuries on the field, and other
uses."
Kimberly didn't notice, but out of nervous discomfort,
she was swinging her feet back and forth, in an agitated
manner.
Doug continued his sales-pitch, "Let's imagine,
gentlemen, that Kimberly is an athlete who's sprained
her ankle on the tennis court."
She looked over her shoulder at Doug with wide eyes.
Again, she heard her temporary employer cue her in a
whisper, "Lie on your back and pretend that your ankle
is sprained, kick your shoes off first."
She carefully slid off her black, thick-heeled loafers
which clunked on the floor. Carefully, she slipped her
bare feet up on the table, and assumed a lying position
on her back with her reddish curls spilling on the table
and her entire form fitting on the table- with only the
tips of her toes off the edge.
Douglas continued to lecture as the room got to see her
lying there before them and did a "mock" inspection of
her ankle- twisting it to the left and right.
Kimberly was beginning to understand her role in this
seminar, and now understood why the former girl quit.
This was degrading! She felt stupid up on the table as
Douglas ordered her around and played "doctor"- all
while the men sat there staring. Would we be doing this
if I was wearing a skirt? She thought to herself.
Doug smiled at the girl and whispered, "You are doing
great, Kim! Sit up again and wait for me to tell you
what to do next."
She was growing tired of smiling. She was a cynical,
fairly snobby girl who'd never associate with these
"losers" in real life. But here, the situation was so
different. Doug held something over her that made her
continue- willing or not!
Next, Doug opened up a case that held a portable heart
monitor. He opened it up to show the screen, cables and
pads all tucked neatly within the case. He set the
screen facing the audience and lectured, "These monitors
are refurbished and come from Germany. They're 'better
than new', and all come with full warranties!"
With a subtle wrist movement, Doug flicked the switch
and the monitor's little green light began blipping
across the screen. Next, he uncoiled the cables and
plugged the two cords into the sockets.
Kimberly squirmed looking at the thing. She had seen
things like it before in movies and hospital dramas. She
suddenly came to a bleak, horrific realization... The
monitor pads, or electrodes, on TV were always attached
to bare flesh! Surely Doug wouldn't dare demonstrate
this machine on her...would he?
Doug gave the audience another "Hollywood" smile again,
and in showman spirit said, "Well, I guess you aren't
very impressed watching the little light blip across the
screen. I guess you need to see the thing actually work,
huh?"
They audience nodded enthusiastically- looking up at the
innocent girl seated on the exam table. Everyone
thinking the same thing- will he make her take her top
off?
Doug continued, "Well, I doubt that Kimmy here is in any
real danger of any cardiac problems anytime soon.," he
said, amusing the crowd again, "However, we need a test
subject and I doubt that any of you want to see my
whimpy, hairy chest. So..." he paused, "It looks like
we'll use her instead- if no one out there objects?"
Kimberly nearly fell off the table. Her face turned
seven shades of red! With her eyebrows wrinkled, she
stared at Doug with a confused, angry expression. She
whispered to a totally deaf set of ears, "Doug?! Are you
crazy? What do you think?"
Doug ignored her utterly, then bent over putting his
face level with hers and said, "Sorry if I left out this
part, Kimberly. My mistake!" he said with a sarcastic
look on his face.
Kimberly's eyes bulged, and she lost her ability to
speak. This was getting out of control, she thought. The
audience watched the two conferring with each other and
could see Kimberly's reluctance.
Doug looked into her puppy-dog eyes and said, "Listen
Kimberly, you owe me this much! I did you a huge favor
by not calling the police. These buyers need to see this
unit work, otherwise they'll assume I am trying to sell
them garbage!"
Doug turned and smiled and resumed his showmanship. He
spoke to Kimberly as if he was an actor in a bad sit-
com. "Well, Kimberly, as you've probably guessed, you
are a little "over-dressed" for the heart monitor to
work. Ahem, you can slip your top off please so I can
attach you to the monitor now."
The members of the audience were amazed. This was
turning into a very interesting sales meeting- to say
the least! Not a single male looked bored, nor were any
of them wishing they were on the golf course right now.
With all of the pressure on her, Kimberly dared not
argue with Douglas further. Another girl might have told
Doug to "fuck himself," but somehow, the demanding,
convincing businessman had a grip on her. She was still
unable to get over the guilt of this morning's accident-
and the thought of what could have happened if the
police were called to the scene.
She sighed, and made a sarcastic face. Carefully,
Kimberly undid the long laces that were intertwined
through her top. She then pulled the threads, loosening
the middle, and took a firm hold of the bottom. In a
fluid, graceful motion, her tummy and lime green bra
were exposed...followed by the ruffling of her reddish-
brown hair. She turned crimson and placed the top next
to her on the table.
Not an eye turned away from the sight of Kimberly
blushing in her bra! Her skin was radiant, lightly
tanned, and flawless. She had the neck, shoulders and
arms of a miniature super-model, and her tummy was the
perfect mixture between athletic and sexy. She was the
classic teen-girl that every man secretly wanted!
Kimberly was just like the young, bikini-clad eighteen-
year-olds these men would lust for at the shore, while
their pale, sagging wives, sat under sun umbrellas,
rubbing white stuff on their noses.
The lime green bra had thin straps and was made of basic
cotton. Everyone discreetly sneaked peeks at her
glorious, round, 36-C breasts. Her natural shape was
better than any go-go dancer out there! The most
enticing thing of all, however, was the fact that she
looked totally embarrassed and shy up there!
The pads were connected to the girl, as she rolled her
pretty eyes, glancing away from everyone. Doug's hands
attached the cables and routed the cords to either side
of her. There was a hush over the men as they sat
watching the sight.
The monitor began blipping in time with her pulse- which
was frantic and galloping like an untamed mustang. The
monitor's little dot flickered across with each heart-
beat and made a tiny "blip" sound. Onlookers, who were
actually tearing their eyes away from Kim long enough,
noticed interference on the screen. Something was
definitely ruining the signal, and the dot was jumpy and
inconsistent.
Doug was doing his sales-pitch, but even he noticed a
problem. "As you can see, gentlemen, the data port can
plug into any compatible printer providing a hard copy
of the patient's heart rate. This unit, I assure you, is
among the simplest on the market to operate...(blah,
blah, blah)"
The dot jumped around and Doug had to address the
problem. Damn, what is happening? he thought. With a
small chuckle, "I think the 'little dot' is nervous up
here," he said making the crowd smile. He bought a
little time, but the mystery needed to be resolved or
they would not trust any of his products.
Kimberly was in her own world, ignoring everything
around her. All she heard was the piercing "blips" from
the machine, and Doug's boring lecturing.
Doug pursed his lips, "Gentlemen, I must say, I am a bit
puzzled by this interference. This is highly unusual, I
promise you. Perhaps it is the microphone or the
lights." The audience whispered, and Doug began to
calculate his losses! He was starting to look foolish,
and untrustworthy! He strained for an answer, then
smiled wide.
Doug's showmanship took over again and he turned things
in his favor. "Gentlemen, I believe I have an answer!
You can tell that my medical training needs refreshing.
The Mark VI monitor cannot have ANY metal near it's pads
to function properly."
He gave Kimberly- specifically her bra, a direct look
and added, "I believe that my assistant may be wearing
some wire concealed within her brassiere."
His voice became a whisper, "Kim, does that bra have an
under-wire?"
Without even thinking she responded, "Yeah. Why?"
In a voice as casual as a man asking for the correct
time, Doug said, "Good, that was the trouble. Take it
off..."
Kimberly couldn't believe her ears. She raised her
eyebrows in a hurt, puzzled expression. "Doug?!," she
squealed.
Doug sneered, "You either do it, or I will call the
police the minute this seminar is over!"
The girl had no choice. Slowly, she reached behind her
back and unfastened her bright green bra. The straps
slid off her beautiful shoulders and the girl
desperately tried to hide her young mounds and pointed
nipples after shedding the material totally.
Doug took the "offensive" garment and tossed it to the
other end of the table- away from the pads connected to
his lovely assistant. Kimberly remained sitting,
slightly hunched, doing her best to minimize the
audience's view while her face turned bright red. Doug,
however, shook his head and told her that he didn't want
her watch or other jewelry to affect the monitor. So, in
the end, the poor girl was forced to put her arms at her
sides and accept her nakedness and the stares from the
audience. Her globes of flesh stuck straight out and
were a half shade lighter than her tummy.
Her nipples were adorable little nose-cone shaped
thimbles. Her youth allowed her grapefruit-sized mounds
to defy gravity, and pointed straight out towards the
older men erotically. Wow, was she amazing! The men
whispered comments, which Kimberly realized, were most
likely not relevant to the Mark VI heart monitor!
Doug was pleased with the clarity and resolution. The
blipping dot on the monitor was registering her
embarrassment and was now flashing across twice as fast!
Her heart rate was like a squirrel's- after being chased
up a tree by a dog. Douglas looked out at the buyers,
hoping their satisfaction had been earned.
"And so, gentlemen, it certainly took a little 'work',
but I think we have a very nice IMAGE up here, after
all."
The crowd chuckled at his intentional stress on the word
"image" and everyone, including Kim, understood his
meaning. She crossed her arms, with a scornful look and
tilted her head in disgust.
The questions about the monitor, started out legitimate,
but soon became absurd. The men in the audience were
intentionally dragging out the girl's misery and they
were asking all sorts of dumb things to keep her topless
as long as possible.
"What kind of batteries does it take?"
"How long does recharging take?"
"Does it come in RED?"
Doug looked at his Tag Hauer watch and raised his
eyebrows. "Well, gentlemen, it seems that more time has
gone by than I had realized. Let's break for ten minutes
and give our assistant a chance to 'catch her breath.'"
The men ever so slowly filed out of the room. No one
wanted to miss a moment! A few stood around watching Kim
pull the monitor pads off her chest and cover herself up
again.
Doug turned off his microphone and stood facing the
young lady. "Well, I think that went really well, don't
you? I think this is going to be a record day."
Kim was not speaking. She grabbed for her bra and gave
him a look that didn't need any obscene words spoken
aloud. Her eyes flashed complete disdain and hatred.
"Hey?" Doug said, "What's the matter, Kimberly?"
She lifted one side of her mouth, and addressed him as
if she was about to slap his face. "I'll tell you what's
the matter! You're using me, Doug! Is this a medical
seminar, or a girly show? Do you think I enjoyed these
old, creepy guys looking at me?!" Her arms were crossed
and she flipped a few bangs out of her face. "Now, you
listen to me!"
Doug regained control of the situation in a low, yet
scornful tone. He knew that he was wrong for doing this
to the innocent girl, but Doug was having way too much
fun to let her off the hook. "No, Kim, you listen to
me!" He shook his head as if Kim were being unreasonable
and totally ungrateful for this "privilege" of working
off her debt.
"Let me make one thing clear to you. This seminar is one
of the most important days of my life! The sales here
today will either make this company or put it into
bankruptcy! I can't afford your 'little-girl' modesty
getting in the way of putting on a good presentation. If
you want out, tell me now, and I will call the police
chief- who I happen to know very well, and tell him that
you fled from the scene of the accident!"
Kimberly covered her mouth holding her arms over her
chest and held the ends of her bra strap, "Doug, that's
a lie!"
Doug smirked like a villain in an a classic silent
movie.
All that was missing was the thin mustache. "Well, you
decide. But, tell me now!"
She took a forced deep breath and groaned, realizing the
futility in arguing with the slick character. In his
thousand dollar suit, and shiny jewelry, he was like
arguing with the devil, himself. She simply was not
going to allow the police to get involved. "Doug?
Please..." she said in a hopeful tone of voice, trailing
off without any more opposition.
Wow! That was it? Doug was so proud of himself. He
thought that a lot more convincing and threatening would
be needed. He suppressed an evil smirk and said, "C'mon
now, these old guys out here were all once doctors
themselves! This is no big thing for them! Besides, most
of these geezers have daughters your age. I assure you
that they are watching with admiration for your courage
and respect for your open mind."
He was making himself sick with his own nonsense. What a
bullshit artist! This was nothing more than a highly
profitable "bachelor party" with an adorable, sexy "girl
in a cake". He knew that these guys would buy all they
could to ensure another seminar sometime soon.
Doug looked at his watch again, and threw the girl a
small, hospital garment. "By the way, you are going to
do a little modeling. I bought a few thousand hospital
gowns from an outfitter in Holland. Here- go to the
ladies' room, take off everything, except your panties,
and put this on!"
She clung the light blue hospital gown in her hand, and
shook her head, as she headed to the ladies' room
without argument. She held it draped over her, and was
disgusted by the men in the hallway who attempted
friendly chatter with her. She darted into the restroom
for dear life and a few tears ran down her cheek once
the bathroom door shut behind her.
The gown was light blue, made of ultra light fabric and
the back was loose and partly open. She finally got it
tied and looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped her
eyes, but could not stop the waterworks, realizing that
she would have to prance back into the room wearing
THIS?! She turned and couldn't believe how short the
obscene thing was. If she raised up her arms the
slightest bit, the bottom came up and revealed her
brightly colored underpants.
Her lime green panties were high cut on the sides and
were some European design that had only a little more
material in the rear than a thong. Normally, she liked
wearing them, realizing how nicely they accentuated her
firm bottom, but today she wished that she was wearing
something modest.
She put her ear to the door and peered out of it,
praying that none of the other seminars were being let
out early. Her little feet took dainty steps down the
hallway, and she turned walking hesitantly back into the
room. Unlike the usual boring sales seminars, everyone
had returned to his seat early, and stared as Kimberly
quietly crept into the room.
Their eyes were brutal and merciless- staring at the
newly exposed parts of her legs and thighs which were
covered by the shorts before. She walked directly up on
the stage where Doug was waiting and she gave the room a
quick, unwilling flash of her undies as she stepped up
on the platform.
Doug smiled and began the second half of the seminar.
"Well, gentlemen, welcome back. As you can see, Euro-
Medical not only sells high quality instruments, but on
occasion, we sell garments like lab coats, and
examination gowns."
He reached out his hand like a ringmaster at a circus,
"Please turn your attention to my lovely assistant,
Kimberly. She is modeling a very fine, well-made
hospital gown that I found from a company in Holland.
Their fine garments are being discontinued, and I bought
out their hospital line. As you can see the garment is
made from unshrinkable... (blah, blah, blah)"
From the corner of her eyes, she noticed with alarm that
a few men were cradling cameras in their laps. What the
hell was happening?
Doug smiled and said, "A few of you came to me during
the break asking if pictures could be taken to show your
bosses and senior executives back home. By all means,
gentlemen, feel free to do so. At this time, I am going
to have Kimberly give you a closer look at this
garment."
Kimberly's face took on a reddish hue and everyone knew
the girl was feeling humiliated. However, rolls of film
were being loaded, and the group of horny, lustful men
sat back as if she were a go-go dancer about to approach
the patrons in a smoke-filled bar.
As she stepped off the stage, a few flashes fired in
unison targeted at the "upskirt" shot she was giving
them. With a deep breath, she fast-walked before the
front row- without the required smile or any cheerful
eye contact whatsoever. A man in the front row peered
through his lens and blinded the poor girl with a
brilliant, point-blank FLASH!
She was still seeing spots as she forced herself to move
between the next two rows and kept her body as far away
from the next line-up of perverts. Heads shook and
nodded, saying, "Very nice." as she walked by them. A
very large man in the middle created an obstacle which
Kimberly was forced to step over.
"Excuse me, sir," she said, stepping over his feet,
creating another photo-moment as her skirt raised up
again-providing a brief peek at her panties. FLASH!
FLASH! FLASH!
The last row was the worst. Yasob, a forty eight year
old man from the Middle East, sat back biting his lip to
keep from smiling at the girl's sweet face and sexy
body. He looked like the typical Arabian sheik, but he
was barely a step above a street-person. He lived out of
his car, a low-life traveling salesman, and was hoping
to make a few business contacts here today.
The harsh reality of Yasob's unsuccessful business
career was simple- he stunk! Literally. His body had the
oily smell of curry seeping through his skin all the
time and he bathed only when he had the money for a
hotel room. He was a turn-off the moment he walked into
any room.
He had thick hair, a coarse mustache, dark caterpillars
for eyebrows and thick spectacles. He sold rubber and
latex tubing, and was hoping to gain some new ground
today, but since seeing his sexy, little "American
honey" he was totally sidetracked, and felt a fondness
for the teen-beauty swelling within his three-day-old
boxer shorts.
As Kimberly carefully walked between the last two rows
of folding chairs, the dark-skinned foreigner rudely
held up his hand, speaking in an accent. "One moment, my
dear. I would like to see the stitching, and I need to
write down the garment's composition."
As if purchasing a horse, the man stood up and looked at
the collar, letting his fingers pull it up- pretending
to look for a tag.
Arghhh! Pheww!! Kimberly thought to herself. This guy
reeks! She had to be professional, so she pretended not
to notice, and breathed out of her mouth.
He shook his head, not finding a tag, and then checked
around the front. He pulled the loose collar outward
toward him and stared inside the gown at her lovely
tits. He smiled, excitedly on the inside, but kept a
cold, harsh demeanor- as if he was a discriminating
seamstress. The "rubber-man" knew nothing about clothes
at all! Kimberly looked right at him with an "excuse-
me?" type face but said nothing out loud to the brazen
man.
Kimberly stared away from Yasob as he evaluated the
"stitching," or more accurately, the curves of the
captive girl's body. She stood rigidly as a few more
flashes went off around her. FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
The impostor got even more bold and in his accent said,
"OK, Miss, turn around and let me see the back side."
The girl carefully turned with her hands holding the
bottom in place. She kept her butt pointed a little bit
sideways to the man. He touched her around the waist- as
if he was within his rights, and squared her ass
directly in front of his face. "There... I just want to
see if they hid the tag somewhere back here." He offered
lamely, as he pulled the back of her little hospital
skirt up in the air!
The girl was ready to die of embarrassment! Her entire
rear end was in this man's face! Kim faced ahead, in
disbelief at this man's rudeness and utterly ruthless
behavior. The fabric came up from between her legs and
separated her taut, sexy buns. Yasob exposed her panties
as if he was doing nothing indecent. The girl was about
to spin around and slap him, but thought about the
consequences carefully. Instead she let the back row
enjoy the sight and she stood with her hands balled into
tight fists.
Jimmy Fritz had never stopped being the class clown. The
bald-headed, skinny, runt of a man was quite a
successful sales representative. However, business-women
everywhere hated him, and he'd lost jobs for sexual
harassment claims more than once. He had no respect for
the opposite sex, and did most of his business meetings
in topless bars and nude reviews. He looked over at her
upturned skirt and had the audacity to capture the
moment.
What a hot, little ass! he thought, as he raised his
camera instinctively. FLASH! "She'll never see me,
again- right?" He said to a tight-assed gentlemen seated
next to him. The man alongside him shook his head in
utter contempt for the Jimmy, and looked away- lest
others think he was associated the obnoxious, pervert.
She pulled herself from Yasob, and for the first time,
showed a little back-bone. "Sir, we can provide your
company with a free sample. Then you can analyze the
garment as thoroughly as you wish."
She darted her eyes across at the bald photographer who
would be taking home a lovely souvenir of her panty-
covered ass. She shook her head in shock that anyone
could be so audacious and crude. Her hate-filled eyes
stared directly at Fritz, wishing a disease on him.
Jimmy , however, had no honor, nor any decency. He
smiled back at her like a photographer for the National
Enquirer... imagining the other sales-reps' jealousy
once he showed the pictures to them.
The respectable man seated next to Jimmy Fritz finally
cracked. "Hey, you think maybe I can get a set of
those?" he asked. The two laughed and bonded at
Kimberly's expense.
Kimberly returned to the stage next to Douglas. Her
employer was ready, and already, had another item out of
its case, ready for show. Doug whispered, "Have a seat
on the side of the table, Kim."
Kimberly faced the floor, as Doug held up a small
digital recording thermometer. "Gentlemen, this unique
purchase from a small company in Belgium allows me to
offer these ultra-accurate thermometers to my buyers at
one third of the original cost."
He held a small "egg-shaped" sensor in his hand which
was the size of a marble- but it was made of polished,
smooth metal. He held it up and the glint was visible to
everyone in the room. The little sensor was attached to
a thin, spiral wire which lead to the computerized
digital screen.
Doug shrugged, and admitted, "I am not exactly sure why
the company devised such an unusual sensor for their
unit. A straight, traditional thermometer connected to
the wire would have been just as simple to use. However,
as you will see, the unit can record a patient's trend
temperatures for minutes, even hours, as long as the
sensor remains in place- under the tongue."
Peter Whitford was an Englishman who sat on his folding
chair nearly laughing out loud. He had used the
thermometer before, and found it quite humorous how far
off the mark Doug was straying on this item! The unit
was made for long-term usage, but was never designed for
oral use at all! The thermometer was common in post-
surgical rooms where swelling prohibited the use of a
traditional thermometer. This unit, however, was for
rectal use only!
Whitford stopped Douglas from putting things where they
didn't belong. "Sir. I think you may want to hold off
for a second. If you take a careful look at the sensor,
you will see that there is some very small writing on
it. If I recall correctly," he said in a refined English
accent.
Doug turned the metallic, mercury-filled tip carefully
in his fingertips, and in a moment, the enlightened man
smirked and looked out at Whitford. Their eyes met, and
they chuckled for a moment, keeping the little joke to
themselves- and the entire room in suspense. In small
laser-engraved letters, Doug read the words FOR RECTAL
USE ONLY.
"Well," Doug said nodding his head, "I am grateful for
the astute observation of my audience member. Gentlemen,
this unit, apparently, was designed for non-oral use
only." He grinned, "It all makes sense if you think
about the sensor's unique size and shape..." he said
with his ditzy assistant, Kim squinting her eyes, then
abruptly grasping the concept.
She sat without fear. Doug would never make her
demonstrate this item! Would he?
Douglas was in "showman" form once again. He held out a
hand to Dr. Peter Whitford and invited him up on stage
as the "expert" spokesman for the thermometer. Whitford
was a pale, red-haired man with gold wire-rimmed
glasses, and a lanky body. He worked for the University
of London, and led their sleep research institute. He
buttoned his jacket and approached the stage.
This was the first time Douglas had ever brought a
member of the audience up on stage. But, Doug's unique
verbal skills allowed him to be introduced into the
seminar seamlessly. "Well, thanks again for throwing me
that 'life-saver'. But, since you are the 'local' expert
on this device... I am going to put you to work up
here."
Whitford smiled and let his eyes take a little peek at
Kimberly. She was so damn hot! Why were none of his
research subjects ever like her? Back home, at London
University, he ran an experimental sleep chamber where
test subjects were paid a small sum to sleep in a
controlled environment. He would track breathing, heart
rate and body temperature throughout the night. The
subjects always hated the part about sleeping with the
cold sensor up their ass, but they'd all admit that it
wasn't so bad afterwards, once they had gotten used to
it.
Whitford would feel cheated whenever his female
"sleepers" were "hooked up" by the nurse. He'd always
return to the room, only to see the girls with a wire
running up inside the shorts of her PJs. Peter nodded
and went with the flow of the seminar. "Very well," he
said in a British accent, "What do you want me to do?"
Doug looked out at the audience and said, "I want you to
give a demonstration on the proper way to record a
patient's temperature using this unit. I am sure that my
assistant will make an acceptable test subject."
Kimberly nearly screamed. What?! She let out an audible
gasp as the room looked up with complete shock, yet a
odd, giddy euphoria. Her legs and hind quarters were
tight and sexy. The thought of seeing her back-side-
bared on stage, excited the on-lookers. Under the guise
of a medical seminar, these men were violating, and
degrading the poor young woman mercilessly!
Peter stood grinning. Doug "wired" a microphone around
his neck and the "guest speaker" was wired-for-sound.
The man was a natural orator and he parleyed in a
playful manner with the young, beautiful girl. "Well,
Kim, this is honestly going to be much easier than you
think. I promise." he said in a his sophisticated
accent. She had no comment or reply. She gazed past the
British man in her own world.
His eyebrows were raised up and his face was slightly
flushed from the excitement of the stage. He looked very
forward to "sticking" the sensor up poor Kimberly's hot
little ass!
Kim was beyond angry! She was completely enraged and
mortified! The thought of what was about to happen
brought her to the brink of death by humiliation! Every
nerve on the girl was tingling, and she felt the cold,
cruel, lustful eyes on her body-icy, creepy and
penetrating. This is not real! This is not real! She
repeated to herself, I must be in a vivid dream, the
horror-stricken girl thought.
Whitford then spoke as if Kim wasn't in the room. "I've
got to be honest with you, Doug." the university
professor said in his matter-of-fact voice. "That sensor
really has to be administered DEEP to give an honest,
solid reading." Doug nodded and made a face that
suggested- fine, be my guest.
Doug led the man to the sink where they both scrubbed up
and donned latex exam gloves. Kimberly looked across and
cringed, her toes scrunched sub-consciously. Doug was
making a complete fool of her now! Was this punishment
for his car? How unfair! Kimberly put her face in her
hands and went ghost-white. The worst part was that
complaining about it would only get her in even worse
trouble!
Doug and Pete Whitford stood before the girl as if she
were a project on a television "fix-it" show. Every man
in the room watched, staring in disbelief. They could
not believe that this seminar was continuing with no
concern for the young woman's modesty or honor. They all
were taking pleasure in the girl's mortified eyes.
They watched her squirm and were turned-on by the young
woman trapped on the stage. There was an odd pleasure in
seeing the seminar carried out with no regard for Kim's
modesty or honor. In today's politically correct world,
it was wonderful to be a part of something so-
unnatural.
Doug handed his temporary co-speaker the light, slippery
lubricant that Whitford had requested. He had no use for
it, ordinarily, yet he carried an array of supplies in
doctor's kit to each meeting. The lubricant was smelly
as Kimberly first got a whiff of it. Whitford popped the
little jar open and placed it on a tray on wheels, next
to the exam table.
Douglas smiled right in Kimberly's face. His words were
casual, yet commanding. "All right, Kimberly stand up
and let's have you turn with your back to the crowd, and
your pelvis pushed up against the table."
The girl had been defeated! She sighed, and brushed a
few hairs out of her face, standing up slowly on wobbly
knees. She clung on to her modesty like a condemned man
walking to the gallows. She hugged the gown around her
hips as she did a little half-turn and stopped with her
butt facing the men in the room.
Doug unceremoniously reached for the bottom of the gown
and raised it up while telling the girl to reach out for
the other side of the table. She felt like ice water was
being poured on her back from the shock! Her little
bikini panties were shown to the entire assembly!
The men saw the material centered up the middle of her
clenched cheeks. Her buttocks were taut with no sag at
all. Everybody watched as she bent, making her rump
stick out even closer to the guys in the front row, who
had pushed up their chairs ever so gradually, and now
their noses were nearly touching her, practically
breathing on her rump.
Peter Whitford was simply amazed at the great body on
this young lady! He was taking mental "snap-shots" of
her for later use, and couldn't wait to get back to his
hotel. His voice was totally controlled, as if he was
teaching geometry. "All right then gentlemen, Douglas
has cleaned the sensor, and now we need to 'prep' our
lovely 'patient' for the actual administering of the
miniature probe."
He cleared his throat and bent a little towards
Kimberly's shoulder blade. "All right, Kim. I'm sure
that you are as ready as you are going to be," he
paused, pleased at being able to make such a rude
comment to such a pretty girl, "Go on, now...young lady,
and drop your panties for me."
She reached back and sighed dramatically. Her fingers
reached into the slim, lime-green waistband of her
panties, and she lowered them- baring her ass to all
eyes! Wow! Men sat speechless! They were in total,
euphoric, shock. This was the best sales seminar in
history!
Kimberly realized that there was little use in
protecting her modesty at this point. Instead of baring
her "crack" only, the girl slipped them down to her
knees- like a naughty girl about to get spanked. She
held her legs together tightly, and looked over her
shoulder with a sour glance at Whitford. The expression
on her face was priceless!
Peter Whitford knew that his "assistant" was unwilling,
and in reality, everyone in attendance realized that
this was reaching a point of mental cruelty. Kim would
probably need to take a dozen showers or so once she got
home from this! Oh well, everyone gets picked on, used,
or generally "fucked" some time or other. This was the
HER turn, Pete smiled thinking of the girls in high
school that often made fun of him. In an odd way, this
was wonderful retaliation!
The men studied the perfect. naked little rump before
them. There were no comments, nor any flash photography,
but there were whispers audible here and there around
the room. She was kept in a bent-over position by Doug.
His hand was placed on the small of her back, and held
the gown up high up the middle of her back.
Peter went to "work" carefully and in a manner that
allowed the room to observe. His fingers rested on her
buns, then he applied slow, even pressure and spread her
buns apart. Her anal cavity "smiled" to the crowd, in
plain view. Kimberly shut her eyes and clenched her jaw.
The sensor was dipped into the lubricant, as was one of
the British doctor's fingertips as he continued
lecturing. "We see that the point of insertion will need
to be relaxed, or better yet, lubricated with a
fingertip."
He lightly swirled the gunk around her hole, letting the
slippery paste stick to her anus. She could both hear
and smell the application and wanted to die! All eyes
saw the light residue on her- which looked slick and
oddly erotic.
"And lastly," he said in a voice that sounded almost
obscene, "The book suggests that inserting a finger into
the anus will relax the patient and help in providing a
more comfortable insertion..."
The room was dead silent. Pete slipped his finger into
her well-lubricated rectum. She tightened around his
finger instinctively, and nearly stood straight up! The
penetrating finger was so agile and slippery, she had no
choice other than to accept his digit inside her. She
felt the horrifying sensation of the gloved finger
inside her passage, and Kimberly let out a pornographic
little squeal- a faint little "ughh" sound. The room
watched the finger slip three-quarters into the girl's
hole, then slowly retract with a half-swirl.
The room was aroused by this display, and watched the
shiny metallic tip dangle from the cord which Peter
loosely held in his other hand. In the tone of an
apologetic father spanking his daughter, Peter steadied
his voice and said, "All right Miss, try to relax and
work with me. In order to function, this sensor needs to
go inside you a good four inches or so."
She made no sound of acceptance or acknowledgment. Her
face was against her hands and she breathed like a
hyper-active child locked in a closet.
Slowly, Peter sunk the slippery probe part way into the
girl. He inspected her creased pink skin around it,
which was offering a degree of resistance to the sliver
"bullet". He was forced to pull her buns apart more
radically- which really let the crowd take a good peek
at everything between her legs. Now, her entire feminine
area was on display, and the girl's shaved vagina was
partly visible.
She squealed a more audible grunt, as the probe
disappeared inside her real tunnel. "Uhhh!" Once the
initial resistance was overcome, the probe slipped
inside her all at once.
Peter took a hold of the cord farther back, and eased
the foreign device deeper inside her body. "Good,"
Whitford said, as both men oversaw the operation, "Just
a little deeper, relax for me..."
Kim could feel it moving within her, and the sensation
felt like "potty-training" class in reverse. Ugh! She
attempted to move her body forward with the probe, but
she had nowhere to go. Her hips were bumping the table
and she received another inch or two of cord burrowing
farther inside her.
The audience saw the cord protruding from her anus, and
the half-crazed look on the girl's face. She was not
having a good day! Kimberly was told to sit back on the
table again as the recording monitor was flipped on. Her
gown dropped back over her, and her arms crossed
angrily! She could feel the object nestled inside her
and felt violated.
She sat praying this "thing" would end soon as she heard
the technical specifications of the unit being recited
to the audience. She had to sit there for a full three
minutes as the temperature began to "read" correctly.
Her temperature remained steady in the normal range as
the girl fought off tears of frustration and
degradation.
The unit was finally shut down, and Kimberly cheated the
room, by removing the sensor by herself. It took all of
her will, but the girl "backed" it out carefully, and
dangled the cord over Peter's wrist. It was like having
a room of people look at a Q-tip that you had just used
to clean out your ears- exponentially more disgusting,
of course. The tip was no longer shiny and bright. It
was smudged with lubricant and the heat of her insides.
She was never even given a Kleenex afterwards!
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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