Rob's CFNM Medical

Rob cursed to himself as he read the email from the bank. It had been hard enough getting this far with the mortgage application, but the constant hoops to jump through were beginning to exhaust him. It was a bureaucratic headache, one which seemed to stretch on forever into byzantine absurdity. Now the latest hurdle had been thrown at him; he had to complete a full medical assessment from a local GP before the end of the week and it was already Thursday !

There was no chance of an appointment with his own NHS GP, he would have to go private. Of course, when he dialled he was immediately put on hold. Mozart was better than muzak but even that began to pale after ten minutes. The phone was eventually answered and the irritating musical loop was replaced by a disinterested voice that sounded vaguely familiar. Rob impatiently explained, making his request for the earliest possible appointment only to be informed that the only available slot for the next few days would be that evening.

“You’ll have to ensure you’re on time though,’ said the receptionist, ‘it’s the final appointment of the day and we won’t be able to wait for you.”

Rob rolled his eyes. Typical, it couldn’t be any more inconvenient. He would have to leave the call centre he managed straight away at the end of his shift and hope that the traffic was not too heavy. Still, it looked like he didn’t have much choice.

“Fine,” he said. ‘I’ll be there. Make sure you don’t think you can close early because I guarantee I’ll be there before the deadline.’ He waited for the slightly miffed sounding acknowledgment from the receptionist and hung up.

Rob's foul mood was not improved by several petty hassles from his staff, which led to him venting his irritation on Christine, the middle aged divorcee whose competance he had long doubted. The afternoon crept on until eventually it was time to go. Rob ensured he was packed up and ready to leave a good fifteen minutes before his shift came to a close. He strolled across the office, only to be stopped in his tracks by Jackie, another of his problem employees. The pudgy 18 year old’s eyes widened at the sight of her boss leaving.

“Oh, is that the time ?” she said to him. “Let me just get my things and I’ll be right with you.”

“What are you talking about?” snapped Rob, irritated by this unexpected delay. Jackie didn’t draw his ire as naturally as Chris, though he still found the girl’s juvenile temperament something of an annoyance. “You said you would give me a lift home, remember ?” she replied as she plodded over to her desk and began scooping up her handbag and belongings. “I… Alright, fine. Just hurry up!” ordered Rob as he remembered agreeing to the lift. It was too late to tell her otherwise, if only because arguing the point would have delayed him even further. He would just have to wait until she was in the car before he told her about the detour they would be taking. There wouldn’t be anything she could do about it once they were on their way.