Stories written by Schulzie

Take Your Daughter To Work Day
Written by Schulzie

Carl Walters took the thermometer out of his mouth and read it. 102 degrees. Being sick in a strange hotel in a strange city was not his idea of how to spend a day off while on a business trip. He had hoped to use the day to do some sightseeing and shopping before giving his sales pitch tomorrow. But late last night, Carl began to experience nausea and pain in his lower abdomen. Then, in the middle of the night, he broke out in a sweat. Early the next morning, suspecting a fever, he walked to the corner drug store that was only a block away from the hotel to buy the thermometer.

Carl knew he needed to see a doctor for treatment, but he sure as hell wasn't going to go to the hospital emergency room. He'd wind up sitting there half the day to pay an arm and a leg just to hear some intern from some foreign country tell him to take two aspirins and drink plenty of fluids. Fuck that!

Instead, he decided to hook his laptop computer up to the data jack on the telephone in his room, go online, and see if he could find a physician's referral website on the Net. After clicking on a few links through the search engine, Carl found a site called Online Doctors Referral. Looking over the index, he clicked on a link to choose the city and medical specialty. About a dozen listings came up. He looked over the list to find a doctor nearby. Not knowing the town very well, the last thing he wanted to do was get lost trying to find the doctor's office. Finding four doctors whose offices were nearby, Carl jotted down their addresses and telephone numbers and began to make calls to see if he could get an appointment as soon as possible. The first number was a washout. The receptionist told him that the doctor did not see out-of-town or transient patients and suggested he go to the emergency room or one of the clinics in town. No luck with the second number either. The doctor didn't have office hours that day. Maybe the third time's the charm, Carl thought to himself as he dialed the next number.

It was.

"Yes, I think we can get you in to see Dr. Young? Can you be here at 9:30?" said the receptionist.

Scribbling quickly, Carl wrote down directions to the doctor's office on the hotel stationary.

"When you get to the corner of Willis and 3rd Street," the receptionist explained, "turn right, and look for the sign that says A.J. Young, MD', on the left side of the street."

"Thank you," Carl said, hanging up. Then he headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Getting dressed, he stuffed the directions to the doctor's office in his shirt pocket, grabbed his keys, and headed for the hotel garage in the basement. It only took him about a half-hour to get to Dr. Young's office. Once there, he parked the car, and entered the front door of the building.

Inside, he was greeted by the receptionist, the same receptionist he had spoken to earlier on the phone. She handed him some forms to fill out; medical history, insurance forms. etc. In what seemed like only a few minutes, a matronly, gray-haired nurse came out to the waiting area and asked him to follow her down the hall to one of the examination rooms. Once there, the nurse went through the usual pre-examination routine: took his temperature, blood pressure, asked him his symptoms, wrote everything down on his chart.

"Here. Remove all your clothes, place them on the chair over there, and put this on," said the nurse. Then she handed him one of those flimsy, little, blue examination gowns that stays open in the back. Carl just rolled his eyes. I could have gone to the hospital if I had wanted to wear one of these, he thought to himself. As the nurse left the examination room, she turned to him and said, "Dr. Young will be in shortly to see you."

Carl began to take his clothes off in the corner of the room next to the chair. The room temperature was a little on the chilly side and he was not looking forward to sitting and waiting in the cold room with nothing on but the paper gown the nurse had given him to wear. Down to his boxers, Carl tried to remember what the nurse said. Did she say take off ALL my clothes? Realizing that she HAD said that, he slipped off the boxers, throwing them on top of his other clothes on the chair. What the hell, he thought. As long as the doctor isn't some flaming fag, no big deal. Then he went over and sat on the edge of the examination table. Even with the protective paper covering the table, he could feel the coolness on his exposed ass. Then he sat and waited.

In about 15 minutes, the door to the examination room opened, and in walked the doctor. Carl couldn't believe his eyes. She was the most beautiful doctor he had ever seen. He had not expected the doctor to be a woman. Carl did not consider himself sexist. He had nothing against women being doctors. But in his mind, he knew that most doctors, even in this day and age, were men. And the name on the sign out front gave no clue as to her gender. It only said: "A.J. Young, MD" which had conjured up in his mind the image of some old, silver-haired family doctor. But what stood before him was not a silver-haired old man. No sir. This was a gorgeous auburn-haired vixen, standing about five feet, five inches tall, with a slender frame. In spite of her slender build, Carl could see that under her lab-coat, she had a shapely figure, with an ample bosom and perfectly rounded hips. All of this was topped off with the face of an angel: dark-green eyes, a slightly turned-up nose, and full, luscious lips and skin with a clean, clear complexion.

"Good morning...Carl, is it?" she asked, glancing down at his chart. "Hi, I'm Amy Young." Stepping over toward the examination table, she extended her hand to him, shaking his hand firmly, yet not too firmly. It was a business-like handshake, but still very feminine. Her smile was warm and friendly, indicative of a good bedside manner. Carl immediately began to wonder what her "in-bed" manner was like. I'll bet she's a hot little tiger in bed, he thought.

But no sooner had he finished taking in all of Dr. Young's physical charms when, following the beautiful doctor into the room, was a cute little young teenaged girl. Carl looked at the girl and thought the youngster had wandered into the examination room by mistake.

"Carl, this is my daughter, Courtney. Courtney, say hello to Mr. Walters."

"Hi," said Courtney, a little shyly.

Carl sat there puzzled. What was she doing in the examination room?.....(cont)