Chapter 3
"Hi, honey," the nurse said cheerfully. "I'm Dawn. If you'll just take off your clothes, we'll get started."
Ginger looked around the small, stark white room. It held an exam table and a small metal desk. No screen to shield her as she undressed. No place to hang her clothes. Dawn saw her searching look.
"That's okay, honey. There's just the two of us. You can undress and hand me your things. I'll take care of them for you."
"I don't like to undress in front of anyone. I don't care if you are a woman."
"I know, honey, but you'll have to. We'll work on the other as time goes by."
Reluctantly, Ginger undressed, wondering what Dawn meant by that last comment. "Don't I get a gown?" she asked.
"We have to take some measurements, honey."
"Stop calling me honey! I'm not your honey. And I can tell you my measurements."
"Now, now, honey, don't get angry. Just step up on the scales for us. We'll get your measurements recorded faster if you cooperate."
"I'm five feet, six inches tall, weight one hundred twenty-five pounds and my other measurements, if it makes any difference, are 34B-24-35. Isn't that good enough?"
"Oh, that's lovely, honey. Just lovely. But doctor insists that we actually take the measurements. Oh, yes, you're lovely. All those beautiful curves and that magnificent red hair. Now, just step up on the scales for us."
Giving in, Ginger stepped up on the scales. Dawn recorded her weight and height, then efficiently took her measurements, without touching her, and recorded them on the chart. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Dawn ran her hand down the full length of her back, from the top of her shoulders to below her shapely ass.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ginger gasped.
"Just checking your skin texture and the firmness of your body." She flashed Ginger a bright smile. "Hmmm, Doctor might put you on an exercise program. A little too much body fat," she mused. "This is all routine, honey. No need to be alarmed. I'm also a woman, you know."
"Too much body fat my ass," Ginger mumbled.
"And a beautiful one it is," Dawn replied.
Only a blind man with no sense of hearing or smell could mistake Dawn's gender. Lots of long, glossy blonde hair, down past her shoulders. A little over five feet tall.
Sticks out almost that far in front, too. Small waist and full hips. Hell of a lot rounder than I am. Couldn't be called fat, though.
Dawn grinned and winked. "Yeah, they're big, aren't they? Seem to get in the way a lot. But not always. Guess I'm okay, though, according to the experts. I'm 34D-25-36. On a five foot, one inch frame. I have to work to keep down to a hundred seven pounds. Oh, the lovely things to eat I have to forego. Food, that is. Other things I can eat all I want to without gaining any weight. Things that are rich and creamy-pure protein, you know."
"No, I don't know."
Zaftig is the description I'm looking for. like Marilyn Monroe, only a little shorter. Some men like that kind of woman, but I have a lot to offer, too. Bet she gets more men than I do, and gets off every time. The little bitch!
"Well, maybe we can change that. We don't want to miss out on all the good things in life." She took a step forward. "Turn to face me, honey."
Ginger turned, didn't realize her nipples were level with Dawn's lips. Taking Ginger totally by surprise, Dawn pursed her lips and kissed each nipple. Right on the very tip. The shock nearly blew Ginger's toenails off. She drew back and shivered visibly. Dawn chuckled.
"On the table now, honey, so we can get ready for Doctor."
"What's this 'we' stuff? You got a cock under that dress? Maybe you aren't really a woman at all."
"Everything under my dress is just like what you have, honey. And none of it is covered by underwear. Would you like to see?"
"No, thanks. You might wrinkle that heavily starched dress."
An erotic tension suddenly permeated the room. As Dawn helped Ginger onto the table, she managed to run her hands all over the redhead's body.
The touch excited Ginger, in spite of her steadfast insistence that she didn't want another woman to touch her. Intimately, or otherwise. Of all the things she could swear she would never do, touching another woman sexually was right at the top of the list. Then she realized she was trembling, that her body obviously responded to this cunning creature! Well, her mind didn't, and it never would!
Ginger lay down, placing her feet in the stirrups. God, how she hated the things! She felt so gross, so unlady-like lying with her feet up in the air and her crotch wide-open. She hoped the doctor didn't dilly-dally with his exam.
"Doctor insists that you lie perfectly still during the exam, honey," Dawn said. "If you promise to do that, I won't have to strap you down."
"What the hell do you mean, you won't have to strap me down?" Ginger snapped. "I've had these exams before and no one even mentioned straps."
"Mustn't get angry, honey," Dawn said sweetly. "Bad for the blood pressure. We were warned that you have a temper. Just relax. No one will hurt you."
"You'd better hope they don't!"
Dawn patted Ginger on the stomach. "You just relax now. Doctor will be in soon to take care of you."
Dawn left the room and Bernie stuck his head around the door. He saw that Ginger was alone and came in.
"Ah, I see you're ready for the doctor. He'll be with you soon."
"Get out of here, you peeping Tom. What is this, the day everybody gets to look at Ginger's naked body? Who let you in here, anyway? I don't want you in here gloating over my predicament."
"No one is gloating, dear. Mustn't lose your temper again." He let his eyes travel up and down her luscious body. "Although I must admit, I had no idea how gorgeous you look without clothes. Anyway, I thought you would like to know our client approved your conditions. The money will be deposited in a Swiss bank account for you tomorrow morning." He eyed her curvaceous body again. "My, you do look rather alluring. Maybe I'll stay and watch."
"like hell you will!"
Bernie kissed her lips lightly. "I'll stop by and see you later. Try to control your temper, won't you?"
He left and the doctor came in.
"Revolving doors," Ginger muttered.
Ginger lifted her head and looked at the doctor; saw an average-looking, middle-aged man in the universal dress of doctors. But something struck her as odd. Then she realized his legs were bare below his long white coat.
"Ah, I see that Dawn has you all ready for us. Very reliable girl. Lot of talents, too. I'm Doctor Logan. Let's see now.. . "
Doctor Logan walked slowly around the table, his eyes assessing Ginger. She felt awkward. Humming quietly, turning his head, he visually inspected every inch of her body. She began to feel uneasy under his scrutiny. He turned away suddenly, walked to the metal desk and pressed a button. The door opened almost immediately and Dawn came in.
"I think we're ready to get started, Dawn. Do you have the chart?"
Dawn handed over the chart and Logan studied it. Occasionally, he looked at Ginger as if to confirm what he read.
"Not bad. Very good, in fact. But you could use a little more tit, I think. Thirty-four B isn't bad, mind you, but we'll have to pump them up for this operation. They'll have to stay that way, of course. Can't use temporary measures. Be too obvious. Wouldn't look or feel right."
"I like my tits just the way they are, thank you!" Ginger snapped.
"Hmmm, yes, I can see why Bernie warned me about your temper. You're appropriately named. Ginger. Snap. Zing. Get it? Been my experience women who can't get off have a terrible disposition. All that tension."
"I'll kill the son of a bitch," Ginger mumbled under her breath, meaning Bernie.
Logan handed the chart to Dawn. He stepped to the side of the table and began to physically exam Ginger. He followed the usual routine, poking and pulling and telling Dawn what to record on the chart.
"Open your mouth, please," he said. "Hmmm, good teeth. Stick out your tongue, please. Yes, nice length, and very thick. Hmmm, no tonsils. No constrictions in the throat. Should be able to learn to open it quite well. No, don't talk now while I'm looking in here. Won't work, you know." He began to knead her breasts and Ginger had to suppress the urge to turn away. "Firm breasts, no lumps. Feel great, too. And just look at those nipples! Lovely, just lovely.
Don't have to pinch them much to make them stand right up there like little soldiers. Nice and thick. I like fat nipples. The dossier says she does, too."
She who? I thought you were going to train me to seduce a man. If you have some idea you can train me to seduce a woman, forget it! I wouldn't suck a tit or lick a pussy for two million dollars!
Good rib cage. Nice flat stomach." Logan looked at Ginger's crotch and whistled softly. "And just look at all that red pussy hair! Damn. I'm getting turned on by her. Just love lots of pussy hair. And such a pretty red color. Don't think I could cover that bush with a dinner plate. like a big red forest. Beautiful legs. Thighs just the right size and very firm. Must exercise a lot. Couldn't be from fucking. Not from what Bernie says."
That son of a bitch talks too damn much!
"Isn't she simply lovely, Dawn?" Logan said. "Bet your mouth is already watering."
Dawn chuckled sexily and licked her lips. "You know me," she said. "I couldn't pass up a good box lunch if my life depended on it."
Logan grinned, gave her a bawdy wink, then went around to the end of the table.
"Let's see now.. .inner pussy lips longer than the outer ones. That's good. Full, too. Not those little skinny ones I don't like. Hmmm, nice big clit, too. Big nipples usually mean a big clit.
Wonder why she has so much trouble getting off." He put the tip of his finger on Ginger's love button and began to rub it gently. "Well, it doesn't get hard very quickly. Rubbing it doesn't seem to have much effect on her, either. Maybe my finger is too dry."