Doctor's Staff

I walked up to the office of my doctor, Dr. Rossi, for my 4:30 appointment one summer afternoon. It was only my yearly physical. Turn and cough, that sort of thing. All I hoped for during these things was that they wouldn't tell me I was dying, and that some guy doctor wouldn't make it too awkward when he had to check my package. That's all: in and out. Or at least that's the way it had been...
I walked into the office and saw that no one was there, except a hot receptionist...redhead, green eyes, full lips...and she was absolutely straining to get out of her V-neck nurse's scrubs. Wow. that's one way to check if my package is working all right...and it was...might have to place a magazine over my crotch...

"Good afternoon," she said, in a lovely voice. "Welcome to Dr. Rossi's office. You're here for your physical today?"

"Yes" I answered.

"Good. Please step over to my desk for one second, and we can get you started."
I walked slowly, trying to play it cool, especially as I saw more and more
cleavage. Very distracting...shit, I think she saw me look...

"You like what you see?"

"uh..." shit, busted..."Yes, yes I do."