Go straight to the urine sample.

"Let's not beat around the bush here, Mr. Doe," the attractive nurse said to me, reaching around me and lifting my shirt over and off of my head without consulting me about it. "Shoes," she said bluntly. I kicked them off. "I'm only going to do the tests that are absolutely necessary for the situation at hand." Without acknowledging what she was doing, she bent down and unfastened my pants, pulling both my pants and underwear down in one swoop. Needless to say, my dick was quite erect at this point, as I automatically stepped out of my pants, perhaps to shocked at this turn of events to object. She walked over to a clipboard sitting on the front counter, on the other side of which a handful of girls including the naked Sarah watched the proceeding closely. In the plate glass window behind them, I could see many female students walking by, hurrying to their classrooms. "Socks," Olivia added without turning around. I obediently removed this last article of clothing without a word.

"Well, John, I'm fairly certain I know what the problem is..." Nurse Olivia said, looking at her assistant's notes she had written on her clipboard, as Amanda quietly took a seat behind me, her bare bottom on the hard plastic. "And if it's as early as I think it is," the nurse continued, "I'm fairly certain I know how to treat it." She put down the clipboard on the counter and picked up a medical textbook. "Please have a seat, Mr. Doe," she said, gently pushing me off balance onto the already occupied seat behind me.

I knew what had happened the instant I felt my bare ass touch Amanda's bare lap, her triangle of pubic hair tickling my asscrack.

"Oh crap! I'm so sorry!" I yelped in apology, trying to stand back up.

"No problem, I'm fine with it," Amanda said, wrapping her arms around me and preventing my escape.

"Um..." I said.

"It's fine, John," Mrs. Olivia said from behind the pages of her medical book, waving away my objection with an outstretched hand as she walked to the other end of the room. "Just have a seat, please. There's just one test I'd like to do, just to make sure," she added. "And Amanda, I will need your assistance."

Amanda hugged me hard, then let her hands fall to my lap where she held my penis in one hand and petted with the other, as if it were a pet hamster. "Which test would that be, Nurse Olivia?" she asked her mentor sweetly.

Mrs. Olivia looked up from the medical text she was referring to, and picked up a smallish clear plastic tuperware-like container, held it up so I could see. “Urine sample,” she stated simply.

I tried to get up again, but was pulled down again onto the lap of the overly affectionate nurse’s aide. Mrs. Olivia made no moves to correct this, or any move at all for that matter.

“Um, well, you’re going to have to bring it over here, your aide doesn’t seem to want to let go.”

The nurse shrugged. “I’m sure you could make it from there… there’s nothing wrong with the strength of your bladder, am I right?”

“What?!”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Amanda chimed in. “Can I aim for him? I’m really good, I swear!”

Mrs. Olivia shrugged again. “It’s up to John.”

“Can I John? Please? Pleeeaasse?”