Meet the girls

Gabi leads you across the tile by the small of your back, your bare thighs already warming under the waiting room lights. The three girls have stopped pretending to look at their phones. The blonde in the cut-off shorts sits up straighter, ankles uncrossing as her eyes sweep down and then back up like she's cataloging you for later. Beside her, the giggly one presses both hands over her mouth as if she might actually squeal. The third girl tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and lets her gaze linger somewhere just below your waist.

"Ladies," Gabi announces brightly, "this is John." Her palm rests lightly against the bare curve of your lower back—not pushing anymore, just presenting you like a specimen on display. "He's in a bit of a bind this morning. He just flew back from a month in Europe yesterday and didn't have a single pair of clean underwear left. Unfortunately for him, our male exam shorts are still on backorder, and clinic protocol doesn't allow street clothes past intake. Double unfortunately, he waited until the absolute last minute to book his employment physical—so the poor thing can't walk out without losing his new job, either. He just needs ten minutes to finish his paperwork while Dr. Bennett wraps up."

The blonde in the cut-off shorts lets her gaze slide down your bare ribs to the sharp change in skin tone at your hips, a delighted grin breaking across her face. "Wait—I see swimsuit tanlines, John. Don't tell me you spent a whole month in Europe and were too shy for the nude beaches?"

The girl beside her bursts into a breathless giggle. "Oh my god, the irony."

At the end of the row, the third girl doesn't even blink, her dark eyes dragging slowly from your bare feet up to the white knuckles clutching the edges of your clipboard. "Well," she murmurs smoothly, "he's certainly making up for it now."

Gabi laughs, clearly thrilled with her audience. "And so we're all properly acquainted—that's Lexi," she says as the blonde wiggles her fingers at you, "Madison," the girl in the middle hides another giggle behind her hand, "and Zoe." On the end, the quiet brunette simply arches one eyebrow and gives you a single, slow nod.

"Now, John," Gabi adds, giving your bare hip a helpful pat toward the empty row of seats, "why don't you take that chair with your back to the wall right across from the ladies? That way nobody can sneak up behind you—and Lord knows that clipboard only covers you from one side."

You shuffle across the tile in a rigid, sideways crab-walk, terrified that a normal stride will swing your hips out past the eleven-inch width of your shield. Every step feels broadcasted. The girls track your movement in dead silence, their heads turning together as you reach the vinyl chair, press the back of your calves against the frame, and carefully lower your bare ass onto the cold cushion. Sitting instantly makes the coverage worse—your thighs want to splay for balance and your pelvis tilts forward, forcing you to clamp your knees awkwardly tight together behind the board.

Gabi gives the girls her brightest smile. "I'm needed back in Exam Room B. You three behave." Her dark eyes flick to you, and her voice drops into something almost conspiratorial. "He's a little... excitable, so be gentle." Then she's gone back through the hallway door with a swirl of scrubs and citrus-scented air, and the waiting room closes around you like a trap.

The hallway door clicks shut, and Lexi immediately grins like Christmas came early. "Well, don't keep us in suspense, John. Was Nurse Gabi giving us a medical warning, or a review?"

"Neither," you say, your voice way too tight as you clamp your knees harder together on the cold vinyl. "She thinks she's a comedian. Believe me, walking out here was the farthest thing from exciting."

Madison giggles, biting her lower lip as she looks you up and down. "I don't know, your face is pretty red for a guy who isn't feeling anything."

Zoe’s gaze drops deliberately to the narrow shadow between the clipboard and your bare abdomen, one dark eyebrow arching. "Forget his face, Maddie," she murmurs, deadpan and devastating. "The top of the clipboard just moved on its own."

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You glance down to start filling out the forms, only to realize you're staring at the back of the pages through a sheet of clear acrylic. The clipboard itself is completely transparent—only the stack of white intake forms clipped to the front is keeping it opaque, and right now, the pages and the heavy metal clip are facing Lexi, Madison, and Zoe.

To write a single word, you have to spin the board a hundred and eighty degrees.

"Hey, could you—could you look away for two seconds?" you ask.

Lexi props her chin in her hand and smiles sweetly. "Two seconds? That depends, John. You dodged my question earlier. Admit Nurse Gabi wasn't lying about you being 'excitable' right now, and I'll consider it."

"And don't bother lying," Zoe adds smoothly, her dark eyes still fixed on the top edge of the plastic. "Remember, I just watched it jump."

Your throat goes dry. All three of them wait, utterly shameless, until you swallow your pride and mutter, "Fine. Yes. She wasn't lying."

"See? Honesty is so liberating," Lexi purrs, dramatically slapping both hands over her eyes as Madison giggles and follows suit. Zoe bites her bottom lip, then covers her eyes too—slower than the others, like she's memorizing you before she commits.

You wait. One heartbeat. Two. Then you make your move.

You lift the clipboard and flip it over fast. But you are panicking, your hands are trembling, and the heavy metal clip at the top of the board catches the very tip of your erection with a sharp, sudden crack of plastic against sensitive skin.

A raw jolt bolts up from your cock to your stomach.

"Gh—!" You suck air through your teeth, and both hands fly open by instinct. The clipboard drops flat across your bare thighs with a sharp slap against your skin.

For one terrible moment, you are just sitting there, legs open, cock standing straight up and twitching angrily from the impact, in full view of the entire waiting room.

Then you hear it. A soft, collective gasp.

You snap your head up. Across from you, not a single pair of hands is fully closed anymore. Lexi's fingers are parted like wide Venetian blinds, her bright blue eyes locked dead onto your throbbing, uncovered cock. Beside her, Madison's hands have slid halfway down her cheeks, her mouth open in a silent, stunned O as she stares straight into your lap, while Zoe is peeking blatantly over the tops of her knuckles, her chest rising on a sharp inhale as your shaft gives another heavy, involuntary pulse in full view of all three of them.

The exact instant your horrified gaze meets theirs, six hands snap shut over three faces at once.

Lexi's voice comes out a little too sweet. "What was that? Did you get hurt, John?" A pause. "Can we look now?"

You snap the clipboard upright, bringing back the covering you need, straight up in front of your cock - this time facing the right way. "Yes," you hiss.

"Excellent," Lexi purrs, as all three pairs of hands drop away to reveal matching smirks. Beside her, Madison dissolves into fresh giggles and looks down at her phone, her thumbs flying rapidly across the glass. A second later, a pair of matching notification chimes ring out from Lexi's and Zoe's pockets in the quiet room. Lexi winks at you without even checking her screen, while Zoe bites her lip once more, her eyes transfixed on the board as if trying to burn right through it.