Barbs Pre-Employment Exam
Date: 26.08.2009
Keywords: Exam, Pre-Employment, Barbs,
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Her mind wandered as she made her way through the late afternoon traffic. This had been another difficult year and she cursed at the thought of having been laid off work. On a brighter note, her interview with Belgian Insurance had gone quite well, but again she cursed at their requirement for a pre-employment physical exam.
They hadn't wasted any time arranging the appointment either and her hands began to sweat at the thought. She despised medical offices and avoided them at all costs. She needed this job, but had failed to conceive a plan to escape the dreaded exam. Damn that company and their asinine rules! Well, she would simply walk in, fill out a few forms, explain that she had been healthy all her life and be on her way. After seeing patients all day, any doctor would welcome the opportunity to get out of the office at a decent hour.
As she pulled into the parking lot, she noted there was only one other vehicle. Her spirits soared at the thought perhaps she had gotten the date wrong, but she was sure the appointment had been scheduled for today. She double checked the address and strolled along the sidewalk to the entrance. She desperately searched for any reason to turn and leave, but drew a blank. The reception room was quite pleasant, but empty. She assumed everyone must be in the back office. Waiting alone just increased her anxiety and made it more difficult to remain.
In a few minutes a young man with a bright smile popped his head through the doorway. He said, "You must be Barb, I was expecting you. I'm Dr. Pat and will be performing your pre-employment physical." He apologized for the wait and the fact no one had been available to greet her. "Both my nurse and my receptionist had to leave early today," he explained. "If you're uncomfortable proceeding with your appointment with no one else here, we can reschedule. It's my understanding your new employer would like to have you on board as soon as possible so perhaps we should proceed?" The thought of rescheduling made her cringe and what other choice did she have? With his staff gone for the day, this appointment could only take minutes then she could make her escape. She mustered a smile and tried not to reveal her shaking hands. "Sure, that's fine with me."
"Let's proceed rather than inconvenience you and reschedule," said Dr. Pat and led her back to his office. Nothing had escaped his initial perusal. He had noted her shaking hands, timid demeanor and immediately knew she didn't want to be in his office. He had performing physicals for Belgian Insurance for quite some time and wanted to perform a very thorough exam. He knew exactly how to handle any patient who may become difficult to ensure the exam proceeded as requested.
They entered his office that was tastefully designed. Dr. Pat settled himself behind his desk and she sat directly in front. "You'll find me a bit unconventional," he chirped.
"Well, I've always been quite healthy to the point of never having to seek medical intervention," she explained. There, she thought, that ought to end it all and I can leave!
"I like to sit for a bit and chat before proceeding to the exam room." Her heart sank. Damn! This was going to take a bit longer than she had anticipated. "We'll start with the usual forms and get your medical history," the doctor explained as he handed her the clipboard. She quickly flipped through and it was three pages long. It did not have the typical check boxes. This company requires a dissertation and just filling out the forms is going to take 20 minutes! She commenced answering the questions, typical height, weight, date of last period. As she continued down the pages she encountered questions regarding her breasts and nipples: Do your nipples get hard during an orgasm? She looked up at the doctor and saw he was just watching her fill out the forms. Could he see her embarrassment as she read these questions? Her assumption that she had responded to the really difficult inquires was soon dissipated as she continued.
The questions became worse and even more intimate. How often do you masturbate? What sex toys do you use during masturbation? What are your favorite toys to use in your ass? She began to question what kind of company she would be working for? Why were they asking these types of questions? Did they want to ensure employees wouldn't be playing at their desks instead of working? She started to protest to the doctor, but he was quite intuitive and seemed to know exactly what she was going to say and stopped her short.
He explained the questions were a "bit unconventional," but Belgian Insurance was a very unconventional company to work for. In order to grow they sought people willing to do more than required. "They have conducted extensive research on their best employees and found a common thread that they were all somewhat adventurous in their sexuality. If you feel uncomfortable completing the forms, we can terminate your appointment now and you can look for employment elsewhere."
Her mind was reeling as she took a moment to contemplate. The interview had been optimistic and they had sent her for the pre-employment exam. She had been seeking employment since the layoff and this was the first encouraging opportunity she had encountered. What choice did she have, but to continue? She looked up at the doctor, smiled and said, "I'm fine with everything!" Liar, liar, pants on fire, she silently thought to herself.
"You may find my exams a bit unconventional as well so anytime you feel uncomfortable during the exam just let me know." He was quite aware the company had already performed a background check and wanted to hire her immediately based on the outcome of the exam. He wanted to put her a bit at ease, but had every intention of completing the entire examination even if she became difficult.
She continued answering the questions knowing he was watching her and desperately trying not to blush and keep a steady hand. She hurriedly finished, signed off on each form then handed the clipboard back to the doctor. She just wanted to get this over with. Minutes felt like hours as he reviewed her responses. He then commenced asking her even more detailed and embarrassing questions. Again, she wondered if this was really the kind of company she wanted to work for. Her job choices were limited and everyone she had met during the interviews seemed truly happy and excited with their positions. Could this screening possibly make any sense?
Dr. Pat announced it was time to proceed to the exam room. Upon entering it looked simple enough. Typical exam room, except for one difference, there was a gynecologist exam chair. She found this very strange, as employment physicals usually do not require a pelvic exam. Dr. Pat handed her an exam gown and said she could leave her bra and panties on if she felt more comfortable. She breathed an inner sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't be completely disrobed. She asked to use the bathroom. The doctor denied her request stating he would need a urine sample later then left the room for a few minutes. He returned to find her sitting on the exam table and the physical commenced with the typical procedures blood pressure, checking her ears, eyes, nose and throat. She started to feel more at ease. Then he requested she step on the scale to record her weight. He flipped the measure bar over to record her height and noted her posture was slumping. She felt light swat on her butt as he told her to stand tall so he could get the correct measurement. It wasn't anything more than a swat for a two-year-old, but took her completely by surprise. "You've been through this before and I shouldn't have to instruct you in everything", he barked. So much for starting to feel comfortable.
He instructed her to sit on the exam table. He examined her feet and legs, tapped her knees with a rubber hammer to test reflexes. She watched as he picked up the thermometer and she opened her mouth. He just chuckled, curled his lips into a little smile and said, "If you knew where this has been, you wouldn't want it in your mouth. Now turn over and lay on your tummy." Having learned from his little swat, she kept her mouth tightly closed and complied with his request. She felt him pull the gown above her bottom and pulled her panties down just enough to expose he bare bottom. He pushed her legs apart and then parted the cheeks of her buttocks. She felt the cool air against her exposed skin and wanted desperately to turn over and escape. She couldn't see, but became aware he was teasing her anus. She couldn't help, but contract her muscles at the uninvited touch. "Just relax," he said softly. She felt an object moving up and down her crack each time getting closer and closer to her anus. He then stared to scrape it around the edges and noted she flinched at the first touch. He suspected he would encounter a challenging patient to deal with. He continued poking around the edges of her rosebud pushing the tip inside then removing it.
She felt something cold and winced a bit guessing he had applied KY jelly to her anus. He worked it around and inside for what seemed like an eternity before she felt the cold bulbous end of the thermometer being inserted. Knowing rectal temps take longer to record, he moved the thermometer in and out and twirled it as he waited. The longer he took the more nervous she became. He finally removed the hated thermometer and stated she had a slight temp. He picked up a large Q Tip and worked it around her anus then inserted it into her rectum to remove any excess KY. He inserted the Q Tip into her anus and pulled her panties back up. Then he said "Well now, I'm finished back there-for now." Her heart sank.
Dr. Pat instructed her to sit on the exam table. As she sat down she could feel the Q Tip in her ass. He untied her gown in the back and it fell onto her lap. She was grateful she had been allowed to keep her bra on. The doctor asked her to breathe deeply as he checked her lungs.
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Keywords: Exam, Pre-Employment, Barbs,