The Annual Check-Up Fantasy

My fantasy is as follows: I go to the medical clinic where my primary care doctor is located for my annual check-up. I check in at the reception desk and take a seat in the waiting area. A pretty nurse calls my name and escorts me to the examination room area. She asks me to step on the built-in scale so she can record my weight. "Seventy kilograms," she coos. "Excellent!" She walks with me to my doctor's exam room and has me sit down on the exam room padded chair. This nurse, who introduces herself as Beverly, checks my blood pressure and takes my temperature. Once she's checked my vital signs, she tells me my doctor will be with me shortly and leaves the exam room. A few minutes later, Dr. Janet Miller, my primary care doctor, enters the exam room. She checks my heart and my lungs and is pleased with my physical status. We talk about my current health status; she concludes her examination and says she'll see me again next year. As I leave the examination room, I hear a voice whisper my name. I look, and Beverly beckons to me from a vacant exam room. Once inside the room, Beverly shuts the room's door and locks it. She approaches me, unbuttoning her white blouse and revealing her ample breasts. "Doctor Miller thinks you're in good shape," Beverly says in a breathy voice, "but I want to be sure. Strip down for me, handsome..." @azariel, @parda, @reptorn, @peterco, @gildenstein, @heihund, @casca_kirei-onna, @poly7, @thoughtzi, @terror2, @warmicestudios, @smut317