Doggy Style

The receptionist snatched the clipboard from his hand.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of everything. Just go through this door and into the room that's the first on the right."

The receptionist nonchalantly looked over the first page of Steve's packet then flipped the page. She glanced quickly through the rest and picked up the phone.

"Hi, this is Sally in Reception. Can you page Ariadne? We have a special request that's going to require her services. Thanks."

Steve waited about fifteen minutes in the small room that was like a doctor's examining room with extra plumbing. A small women in a sexed-up nurse's uniform walked in. She was mid-forties with wavy shoulder-length auburn hair that looked like a dye-job.

"Hi, Honey. My name is Debbie and I'm going to prep you for your appointment."

"Prep me?"

"Come on, don't be dense. We want to make sure you're all clean and neat and ready to have fun."

"OK."

Debbie reached over and took down Steve's pants before he realized what was happening.

"Up, up." She motioned with her arms and Steve held up his arms while Debbie pulled his shirt over his head.

"Shoes, socks, come on."

Suddenly Steve was completely nude.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Now stand over here, yes, up over that lip. Now bend over and grab those rings down there with both hands."

Eager to comply, Steve said, "Like this?"

"Perfect, honey."

With one fluid motion, Debbie put a little lube on Steve's anus, put a nozzle in, and turned a faucet handle."

"Hey, what's that," Steve said and started to stand up.

"Careful," Debbie said, and pushed him back down with surprising strength. "Just relax now, we're nearly done. Stay like that for five minutes and then ..." She motioned to the commode in the other corner. "I'll be back."

Steve wasn't sure what was going on but did as instructed. When Debbie returned he said, "What was that for?"