Anissa is exhausted

I gulped down the last of my cold coffee. I was feeling more awake but now I had a slight headache. I had not pulled an all nighter since my time in medical school ages ago. I thought I would be able to handle it, I was wrong and now I was paying for it. I had been up all night with my eldest son, Jake. He had been having problems prepping for his PSATs and had been stressing over it. Jason my husband was out of town on business so it was up to me to help Jake out. After I had gotten my other two children to bed, Jake and I hit the books.

It was not until when the sun had started peek through the kitchen blinds, that I suggested we continue this later. He went off to bed. I took a shower and then got his siblings Junior and Julie ready for school. Jake was exhausted so I called in sick for him to give him the day off and let his brain take a breather.

I was beyond exhausted when I arrived to office. I did not start feeling the effects of my coffee until it was nearly done. Once it was done I still felt tired and I got another. Now that one was done and I was only a little better but with a headache now. I looked my office wall clock and groaned it was only 10am. I had six hours left before I could call it quits. I did have only two hours until lunch though and wondered if a power nap would help. A knock on my office door snapped me from my thoughts.

Looking up I saw my nurse, Wendy Appleton leaning in. "Dr. Parvin your 1015 is here. I have them in the exam the room and already updated their vitals to the server. They're ready to see you."

I groaned inwardly and nodded. "What are they here for?" I asked as I stood and checked myself on my office mirror. My shoulder length dark hair looked be in place though in my office lighting I noticed I was sporting some greys. I was nearly fifty so that could not be help. A trip to the salon was in order I decided. My face looked tired I could clearly see bags under my dark brown eyes. If I had fairer skin I would have looked sick. Thankfully my olive complexion hid the darkness of the bags. I shook my head. I probably should have still worn more makeup. I usually did not wear that much if any since that was not my thing. I needed some more today though.

Wendy was not that much older than me, she was actually just two years younger. Like myself she also had three kids but she was single. I was in awe of her as she looked younger than her age. She was baby-faced cute even with her small frame and pixie short brown hair. Wendy also seemed to be one of those women that just looked good in scrubs too. Not many could pull it off but she could. She also seemed to have energy too, as a nurse she pulled more weight around the office than us doctors. "Rough night?" she asked stepping into my office.

"Yeah, Jake is getting ready for the PSATs. I was helping him study..." I replied with a yawn.

"Oh that sucks, how long were up for?"

"I haven't slept yet," I replied rubbing my temples and continuing to look myself over in my mirror. I was in my lab coat, my stethoscope draped around my neck, my usual look. Under my coat I was in cotton white blouse tucked into a pair of dark gray trousers. Simple black heels completed my ensemble. I tended to dress more business causal compared to some other doctors in the practice who wore scrubs. Unlike Wendy I didn't look good in them. I was small. Smaller than Wendy's 5'3 so when I dressed in scrubs I looked like a child. I was mistaken for one so many times through my residencies and even now when I was nearly fifty.

"Ouch...you want me to get Dr. Tims to cover?" Wendy asked.

"No, Robert has a full load today," I shook my head. "I think I'm done after my 1015."

"Yeah," Wendy nodded and added. "You only have two more after lunch too."

"Oh that's good," I nodded relieved. "I think I'll take an early lunch then."

"That works and Ms. Wolfe your 1015? She's here for a annual. So you should be in and out. She's young and very healthy. The lady looks like a model."

"A model you say?" I asked shaking my head looking at my short and tried self one last time. "Oh joy."

"In and out doctor," Wendy assured with a pat on my shoulder before leaving my office.

A moment later I was down the hall in front the door the led into my exam suite. I took a deep breath and put smile on my face before I knocked and entered the suite.

"Hello, Ms. Wolfe I'm Doctor Parvin," I greeted as I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I was taken back by two things. Patricia Wolfe was gorgeous. She looked like she had just stepped off the pages of Vogue Magazine. She was a leggy and blonde with very sharp green eyes that I would usually see on characters on Jake's favorite animes. She towered over me at nearly six feet especially in the designer heels that she was in. The second thing was that she was still dressed usually after a nurse checked a patient in they would have them undress and dress in a provided gown for their exam. This was SOP and Wendy being a veteran nurse would not have forgotten this. This would slow down my exam for sure as I would have to have Ms. Wolfe undress and gown up later. She probably would look good in our shapeless gowns anyways I thought. She was in all black currently tight fitting trousers and breasts hugging short-sleeved top.

"Oh hi Dr. Parvin," she greeted and shook my hand. She had a firm handshake. Her green eyes locked with mines and I find myself a little lost in them. "I see your name is Anissa..." she said looking at my office ID. "Could I call you Anissa?"

I snapped myself from her gaze, she release my hand and I looked at her and not just her eyes. "Oh...no please just call me Doctor Parvin, I like keep things on a doctor and patient level." I explained as I took a seat on the nearby stool that was in front the exam room work station. I used my badge to log in and then type my passcode in.

"No problem Dr. Parvin," Patricia said as she hopped back on the padded exam table. Her long legs swinging playfully.

I clicked into Patricia Wolfe's chart. I saw that she was 29, listed height was 5'10 and weight was 133 lbs. Her blood pressure was perfect and her oxygen levels were the same. "Okay so let's go over some medical history and then we'll do the exam, you're here for your annual correct?" I asked.

"Yes," Patricia said with nod. Her legs still swinging. She looked at me with those green eyes once more and I almost got lost in them before I turned back to the work station.

"I'm going to need you to undress and gown up after we do this is that fine with you?" I asked as I opened her part of the chart where we go over her family history.

"That's fine," Patricia replied crossing her long legs. She pulled her cell phone and started to tap on the screen.

Curious I asked, "Did Wendy mention that you needed to be undressed and gowned up for the exam?"

"She sure did," Patricia replied, her attention on her phone.

Oh so you just didn't listen to her? I thought and frowned a bit. I glanced at the blonde and saw that she was still on her phone. "Oh joy..." I muttered under my breath.

"Excuse me?" Patricia asked looking up from her phone.

"Oh, it's nothing the computer is moving slow..." I quickly said and reminded myself to keep it professional.

"Yeah computers suck," Patricia then said and held up her phone. "I prefer phones. You know with apps these days they're just as good as computers," she said holding up her phone. "For instance check out this cool app I just got."

I looked over at her phone automatically. What one does when asked to check something out. My kids were always like that so it was sort of muscle memory for me. The phone screen was blank aside from gable of texts and characters on it. "Oh...what app is that...I don't..." I started to ask.

"I'm gonna call you Anissa and you're going to get off the computer so I can use it," Patricia cut me off and hopped of the exam table stuffing her cell phone away.

"You can call me Anissa," I say with a nod and then I got off of the stool. "You can use the computer..." I add stepping aside.

"Thanks," Patricia said with grin taking a seat on the stool. She clicked closed her chart and then deleted it. She then started doing a patient search. She turned and saw me staring at her. "Okay Anissa off with the lab coat and stethoscope, you're no longer a doctor, you're just Anissa."

I slip off my lab coat placing it on nearby chair and remove my stethoscope putting it atop of it. "I'm Anissa and I'm not a doctor..." I say with a nod. I watch Patricia as she opens multiple patient accounts. I can't see who she's looking at as I'm more focused on her face, her green eyes and the cute smirk on her lips.

"I'm gonna need you to undress Anissa but not gown up, just naked," Patricia orders.

"Okay," I reply as I start to unbutton the cuffs of my blouse. I stepped out my heels, my nylon clad feet touch the cold floor as I get even shorter than Patricia. With my sleeves open I unbutton my blouse and slip it off tossing it on the nearby chair. I'm in my beige bra and baring my slight belly. I never undressed in public before. This felt off putting but this was what Patricia wanted. I unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers before pushing them down my hips. My green panties, a gift from Jason a few years back is revealed. These were one of my favorites. I had a feeling of unease as Patricia glances at me. No one ever saw me in my underwear, it was something reserved for Jason only.

"Oh wow...boring underwear...green panties ugh..." Patricia bemoans. "Jeez you have a mom's body...are you a mother?"

"I have three kids," I answer as I put my trousers on the chair and started to peel off my knee-high nude stockings.

"I see that..." Patricia said with a nod giving a look over. "You should probably diet too."

"I should," I agree as I stuffed my stockings into my heels and slide the heels towards the chair. My bare feet feel odd against the tiled floor and I could not remember when the last time was barefoot in public. It was a odd feeling. I didn't like it but I felt at this moment I did not matter what I like and didn't.

"You look better not dressed Anissa," Patricia says glancing at me and then back at the monitor.

"Thank you," I say with a nod and could feel my cheeks get warm. She looked like a model so it felt good hearing such praise from her. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I shrugged letting the straps fall from my shoulders and down my arms. The cups soon fall away freeing my breasts. I felt them drop to their natural position as tossed my bra to the chair. My dark nipples get hard from the room temp immediately and I'm a bit embarrassed and tried to cover them up but I knew Patricia would want to see them.

"Oh nice breasts...are they real?"

"Thank you, yes they're real," I reply with a girly grin my cheeks burning. I hooked my fingers around my waistband and start to push my panties south. I have a nice patch of dark coils that cover my sex that is soon exposed. I am a little self-conscious of it. Jason likes it natural but I didn't want a jungle between my legs so this was a compromise. I was hoping Patricia would not hate it though.

"That's real neat, you must of have taken a razer to it to have the edges so clean like that," Patricia said glancing at me and then back at the monitor. She was now taking photos off the monitor with her phone.

"Yes, I'm pretty skilled with a razer," I reply pulling my panties from my feet.

"Sniff your panties," Patricia orders before I toss my panties to the chair. I pushed them up to my nose and take a deep inhale. I smell faint smell of urine and a very faint smell of scat but its mostly my body lotion. "How is it?" Patricia asked grinning.

"A little foul," I admitted.

Just then there is a knock at the door. I pause my eyes go wide. My panties still held to my face while I am stark naked. A heart beat later the door opens. Wendy steps in, "Hey Doctor how..." she started to say as our eyes meet. I'm mortified. She is shocked and looks like she's about to burst.

"Hello Wendy," Patricia greets. At this Wendy's shocked expression fades her face turns neutral, blank even and she steps into the exam suite closing the door behind her.

"Hello Ms. Wolfe," Wendy replies flatly. She stands at lose attention her face empty. It looks different on her. I never seen her expressionless ever. Her face is still pretty and youthful looking however.

"Wendy, this is Anissa. She's not a doctor. She's your patient," Patricia introduces.

"Hello Anissa, I'm Wendy, I will be your nurse today," Wendy greets as she stares at me.

"Hi Wendy, I'm Anissa, I'm not a doctor, I'm your patient..." I greeted. I toss my panties to the chair my arm drops to my side and and stand fully exposed to the fully clothed women in the room. I felt embarrassed but I had no will to do anything about it. I stare back at Wendy.

"Full naked Anissa," Patricia ordered gesturing at my wedding ring, smart watch and earrings. I comply taking the items off and carefully placing the atop my panties. "Wendy what do you think about your patient?"

Wendy looks me over. "She looks better naked. She has nice breasts and nice skin tone," my nurse replies and I can't help but blush.

"You mentioned you were a lesbian earlier..." Patricia starts. I am a bit shocked. I have worked with Wendy for over five year and didn't know that. "Have you ever felt anything for Anissa?" she asks. She no longer focused on the computer, her green eyes looking between us.

"I like her. I like her a lot. She's married though so she's forbidding fruit but I love working with her. I love seeing her everyday," Wendy replies her eyes looking me up and down. "This has always been a fantasy to see her naked..." she adds and there is a smile on her lips. I can't help but blush. I don't feel the same but its flattering all the same.

"Wendy think it's time for you to examine Anissa but first I'm going to need you get naked...I don't like it when other women tell what to do especially two MILFs like yourselves. So undress nurse," Patricia orders.

"Alright," Wendy simply says. I watch her kneel and start untying her sneakers. she kicks them off, she's in pink socks underneath. She peels off her scrub top next, uncovering at black sports bra before moving to her bottoms. Soon she is only standing in her pinks socks, red boy-shorts and sports bra. She peels off her socks rendering her feet bare, I noticed her toe nails are painted a nice ruby red. She then struggled out of her sports bra freeing her breasts. Her breasts larger than mines but the sag a little too much dangle heavily as she works the boy-shorts off her hips.

Wendy and I are both naked. We stand facing one another. I wonder if she feels as embarrassed as I do. If she does however she doesn't show it. Her eyes look blank and there is only a very slight smirk on her lips. I wonder if I look the same as her. My gaze go down her womanhood, its covered in mass of dark coils. Jason would like that I thought.

"Wow, not bad for a couple of moms," Patricia remarks as she looks both us over before stepping up to us. "This is a little too much saggage..." she says as she bounces one of Wendy's breasts in her hand. She reaches over and gropes one of mines, "These are perfect..." she smiles giving them a squeeze and flicking its nipple with her thumb. The comment makes me blush. "Okay," she says going back to stool and plopping into it and crossing her long legs at the knees. "Let's start the exam. Anissa assume the position over the table legs wide," she orders.

I did was I was told. I faced to the table and placed my hands on it and leaned forward spreading my legs wide. This was not how any exam was conducted, unless one was in prison. I was not a doctor though, so I was not in any position to say anything.

"Wendy check her rectum," Patricia ordered.

"You got it," I hear Wendy say from behind me.

I hear movement, I picture Wendy going the exam gloves. "No gloves," I hear Patricia order.

"No gloves," Wendy repeats and I can feel her move right behind. "Sorry, Anissa this is going to be unpleasant but it won't hurt," Wendy says into my ear and cupping my bare shoulder assuring.

I nod. I never had anything up my ass before this was for sure going to be unpleasant I thought. I feel Wendy's hand slid down back as she kneels behind me. She squeezes my hip, her touch brings a little comfort. Then I feel two of her fingers slip into me. I can't help but to let out a "Ohhhhh..." I bite my lip and my knees lock up. My back is arched.

"Relax Anissa," Wendy says soothingly, her free hand keeping that comforting pressure on my hip.

I comply but can't help but let out a "Ahhh..." and fall to by elbows on the table. My ass go wide as I let out a fart. Patricia cackles and coughs. "I'm so sorry..." I moan.

"It's okay Anissa, its normal. It doesn't smell..." Wendy assures and adds and I can hear the smile in her voice, "...Well not very bad..."

"I sor..." I start say again but then Wendy's fingers work their way deeper and I let out a "Uhhh..." she was probably in a knuckle deep.

"How is it Wendy?" Patricia asks.

"Well she's woman...so I'm not feeling anything I need to feel. I don't feel any growths and she has no hemroids..." Wendy remarks.

"Okay," Patricia says with a shrug. "Switch to her snatch now," she then orders.

"Okay," Wendy replies.

I feel her fingers pull free and I let out a long sigh of relief. My eyes go wide as I feel her fingers move about my clit. "Wha..." I start ask before she pushes her digits into me again. I whimper and the moan. My knees go week and I almost drop. Wendy has good hold on me though. I let out cry and a long sensuous moan. Jason had not touched me like that in a long time. I actually can't even remember the last time we had sex. Wendy touch was euphoric at the moment.

"Oh...she feels real good..." Wendy moans. "I had dreams about this..." whispers breathlessly.

"Keep going," Patricia commands and adds, "This is better than a fucking porno..."

Wendy works her fingers in and out of me. I start to cry out louder. I sound like a bad porno movie. I soon orgasm and could feel my juices drip down my inner thigh.

"Okay," Patricia says looking at her phone. "Its been fun but I'm out of time." She adds standing from the stool. "Both of you on the table facing each other.

We both comply without a word. The table could barely fit us so we have to squeeze in close. Our faces are just inches apart. Our naked limps are intertwined with legs wrapped together. My arms looped under Wendy's and hers under mines. I feel very uncomfortable but warm. Wendy is smiling, her cheeks are flushed.

"You're so hot..." Wendy whispers and leans forward and kisses my nose.

"Thank you..." I say not sure what else to say.

"You both will fall asleep and not wake up until you are woken up. You will not remember me. You will remember meeting in her for your little exam though," Patricia orders.

"We will sleep," we both say in unison. I yawn to this. I am feeling the sleep creep back. The caffeine failing to do its thing. "We will not remember you," you both continue. "We will not wake up until woken up. We will remember the exam..." we finish. Wendy smiles as her eyes slip shut. My vision fades and I hear Wendy snoring as things go dark. I was so exhausted.