The Doc makes a home visit

An hour later doctor Pete Miller stood in front of the girl’s apartment door. He had spent his lunch break with a little research. He had found out that her name was Max Guevara and that she had worked at JamPony for two years now, permanently on the edge of being fired, apparently because she was sick. Her boss, Reagan “Normal” Ronald, struggled to believe her, so Pete had thought of a little story he believed was believable. His plan was to play it by ear anyway…
Straightening himself, the elderly man raised his fist and knocked against the door.

“Miss Guevara?”

After several moments of silence he could hear the bang of a door, then the shuffling of bare feet on the rough cement floor of the half-finished building, then the door opened a little, just enough that the girl could look through the gap.

She looked as if she had been asleep, her hair was disheveled, her eyes still dreamy and she looked at him with a mixture of anger and frustration.

“What?” she snapped.

“Miss Guevara,” he said with a wide smile, “You work for the JamPony-messenger-service, I assume?”

“Maybe” came the grumbled answer.

“Well, apparently you called in sick at work today and your boss was worried, so he sent me over to check on you…”

“I’m fine. Leave!”

“Mr. Ronald also mentioned that if you’d resist you should consider yourself fired…”

There was a moment of silence as the girl let the said sink in. Then she pulled the door open. “Come in.” she murmured and turned around. Miller grinned as he saw that she hadn’t changed her clothes and he was treated with the sight of her thong-clad ass as she walked in front of him.

He closed the door. “So what exactly do you want?” she asked, her voice still sullen.

“Well, since it is apparently not the first time this happens, Mr. Ronald instructed me to perform a complete all-around-check…”

She sighed. It was obvious that she wanted to be left alone, yet she relented. “Fine, please follow me into my bedroom. I don’t want my roommate to walk in on that…”

“Walk ahead” the doc smiled and followed her as she made her way into the bedroom. This was going better than planned!

“Have a seat!” she offered, absently waving her hand towards the only chair in the room as she herself kept standing in the middle of the room, facing him.

Miller thanked her and sat down before he began to fumble with his briefcase and pulled out a video camera on a little tri-pod.

“Oh hell no! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Max immediately protested.

“Relax, Miss Guevara!” Miller calmed, “It’s just how I keep track of my stuff. It helps me better than taking notes. Besides I am a professional. No one is going to see this!” Except for the people who visit the website.

Max thought a second, then she hesitantly shrugged and watched as he set the cam up on top of her dresser and turned it on.

“So, Miss Guevara, shall we begin?” he smiled.

Again she shrugged. What a rude little bitch. But so sexy!

“Fine. So I’ll begin with a couple of formalities…” he started, “You’re name is Max Guevara, correct?”

She nodded.

“You’re how old?”

“Twenty”

“And you work for the JamPony-Messenger-Service?”

“Right.”

“Very good, Miss Guevara, or can I call you Max? You’re not too old for that right? Very good. Now we have to measure and weigh you…” He pulled a tapeline a small scale out of his case. She lined up against the wall and he said her height out loud for the camera (“Five foot seven.”) then he made her stand on the scale (“115 pounds”) before he told her to bend over to touch her toes.

Effortlessly Max bent over and placed her palms on the floor. With her Manticore-enhanced body this test was a joke.

Miller stepped behind her, pretending to check if her knees were straight, but actually taking in the up-thrust ass and thong-encased pussy that were presented beautifully. He groaned and felt himself harden in his slacks.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t notice that look!” Max growled, yet keeping the pose until he told her to stop.

“Well” the doctor smiled, “Let’s continue then?”