"What was the question again?"

I tried to regain my composure, a task made more difficult Mrs. Olivia continued exploring the front of my jeans with her hand, something she managed to do in such a way as to exude both consummate professionalism and undeniable sexuality at the same time.

“So as I was saying, you're experiencing pain in your genital region, correct?”

“Yes.”

“When you have an erection, even?”

“What?” I was surprised by the forwardness of the question.

“You know, a hard-on… a boner?”

“Oh yeah yeah… that’s wasn't what I… yeah.”

“Hmm… these are some very tight fitting pants…” she noted, caressing the taut denim around my loins.

I let out an unconvincing to mask my embarrassment. It didn't work. “It's the style.”

“Boxers or briefs?”

The pantless nurse’s aide took notes on a clipboard as I answered Mrs. Olivia's inquiries. I realized I'd been staring quite openly at her neatly trimmed crotch, but nobody seemed to care.

“Boxers.”

“Amanda, would you please remove Mr. Doe’s clothing?”

“But I… I…”

Before I could find the words to formally object, Amanda pulled off my shoes and socks, and then unbuckled and removed my pants, and Mrs. Olivia began pulling my t-shirt up over my head. Handing it to her aide, Mrs. Olivia then leaned over me, stuck her fingers beneath the elastic band of my underwear, and pulled them down, allowing my erect dick to spring free. The sudden release of my hard-on slingshotted a few sticky droplets of frothy precum onto her cheek, but she made no move to wipe it off, or even showed any indication she'd noticed it. She simply finished pulling down the boxers, and whipped them off of my ankles.

She handed the rest of my clothes to Amanda. “Take these to the back room, Amy.”

“Yes m’am,” she said, taking a small bow before disappearing with the clothing through a door in the back of the office, my eyes once again following her bare ass as she went, as Mrs. Olivia's eyes were as well, I noticed.