Put on your underwear

You unbunch your underwear and pull them on. Your stiffy still visible as it pokes proudly against the fabric. It looks hilariously unflattering, so you try to tuck it upwards.

As you wonder how you’re going to calm this boner down, a light knock followed by the door swinging open as Rochelle returns with a smile and a small metal cart wheeling in.

“Oh good, almost ready.” She shuts the door behind her and sets her clipboard down on a table. From the top she fetches a large pair of what looked like a small cushioned tripod and measuring tape.

Your nerves have gotten to you, you want to get out of this. You gulp, “actually, I -”

“Hang on I’m going to put a couple things together. Finish undressing and please have a seat over here,” as she gestures to the exam table.

You shuffle slowly to the table. You hook your thumbs into your waistband and pause.

Then, you see on the nearby clipboard there’s paperwork you haven’t seen. In the field for who referred, you see Stella’s name. Not just her name, her handwritten signature.

There were notations and charges made to her confirming “expedited results.”

And a brief note in the same handwriting as the signature:

“Report results ASAP this is an urgent need.”

You smile and your spirits soar that you don’t think you imagined spark. She seemed as eager and excited as you were.

Besides, if you weren’t compatible based on whatever she values here, it’s better for both of you to figure that out.

You exhale and yank your boxer briefs down. Your stiff dick bouncing free once more. You glance over your shoulder blushing, Rochelle isn’t facing you as she continues her set up.

You step to the table and then cover your junk with your hands before sitting down, no facing Rochelle.

After another few moments, she turns around, holding the tripod-like contraption. She walks over to you and sets it down next to you.

“Ok, just going to take your blood pressure quick so stay seated. Then for the next part, you can decide to stand or lay down.”

Rochelle places the cuff on your right arm, and she places it to rest on the table for accurate readings, leaving just your left hand to contain your raging little hard on.

The cuff relaxes as she notes the results.

“So, lying down or standing up?”