The day keeps going smoothly until you realize you're not sure which suite number or doctor to visit

Amazingly enough the trip to the doctor's office went smoothly, although you found yourself fidgeting a lot, your hands continually moving toward your crotch or your chest. If you'd been standing on of the poles you'd have probably started humping it. Fortunately, you managed to get to the stop without doing anything embarrassing. A good omen if ever you'd seen one.

You'd even grabbed a top and skirt that were decent too. Sure, the Hello Kitty skirt was short, but it covered everything - barely - and the pink top might have been backless, but at least it was bigger than a bikini top - though maybe not by a lot. Then again, your neighbor back home in the trailer park did often say 'if you've got it, flaunt it', and you had a killer pack of abs, and this showed every single bit of them right up to your rib cage. Ever since you'd met Jacob he'd asked you to wear things so scandalous that an outfit like this wasn't so bad.

"Excuse me, excuse me," you mutter, pushing your way off the bus. The area didn't look like much, having an older, run-down feel to it, but it wasn't much worse than your own neighborhood, so you were pretty used to that vibe.

Walking up the front steps of a brick building you looked at the listing of offices, trying to remember the name of the place you were going to. The address was definitely right, but was it suite 12? 21? 31? 13? It definitely had a number in it.

"Drat," you mutter, poking around your purse for a moment before realizing that you'd forgotten your cell phone. "Drat," you repeat. Maybe you could call Jacob from the doctor's office, but which one was it? All four of the possibilities had 'Dr' in the name, but they didn't specify what kind, and none of the names seemed familiar.

"I guess I'll just pick one and see if they recognize Jacob's name," you sigh, and pull open the door, and hesitate before choosing your target and making your way there.

Staring at the list you become more and more certain which office is the right one. It's the same gut sense you've sometimes had in the past, and although you can't off-hand think of instances where it didn't devolve in to you getting fucked in either the literal of figurative sense you're just as certain that many good things have come of them in the past.

While you wish you didn't have to go through with this ruse a warm feeling suffuses you at the thought of Jacob trying to save you money and trouble by sending to someone who can give you a check-up without the expensive fee.

"May I help you?" a voice asks as soon as you enter the room. Rows of chairs line each wall, while at the end is a desk, some filing cabinets, and a door. In front of that door is a gorgeous woman in a nurse uniform she could easily have bought at an adult toy store.

"Uh, Doctor, um..." you realize, as you stare at her in shock that you've forgotten the doctor's name, but she just smiles.

"Oh no, I'm his nurse and receptionist. Do you have an appointment?"

"Oh. Uh, maybe. I mean, I think so. I... my boyfriend made the appointment, so it might be under my name Jenny Rainwood or his, Jacob Wright."

"Hmm," she bends over the desk, and you eye her form with envy. Slim, busty, and tall, she's exactly what Jacob and any other heterosexual man would want. "I don't see either name. Are you sure it's today?"

"Well... Jacob said so. I think he's a friend of the doctor, so maybe he was going to slip me in between other appointments."

"Give me a moment and I'll check with the doctor," she says with a smile, and walks with a wiggle in her step to the door, which she slips through for a moment.

"Good news," she says, opening the door again. "The doctor has time and has decided to see you."

"Great," you say without much enthusiasm. Considering that you had only been pretending to be feeling sick you're hoping this won't take long.

Nurse... Amy? You read off her name-tag as you pass, which happens to be right above one big juicy breast. You straighten from reading the tag, catching a knowing look on her face that heats you cheeks and freezes you briefly in place before you can straighten up fully, making it look even more like you're rivetted upon her breasts.

Scurrying forward you rush into the doctor's office, then freeze as you meet the doctor.