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Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 3

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Job Performance Medical Testing

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"Come in," she called. I entered the medical exam

room to find her standing in a white uniform with white two inch heels, her
hair now down, and most strikingly, the top three buttons on her uniform
undone. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but the cleavage she was
sporting could almost put Christina Hendricks to shame. She held out a hand and
I passed her the clipboard. "Please sit here," she said, motioning to
a chair that was also equipped with an apparatus for me to sit my arm on while
a blood sample was taken. She reviewed my medical history, making notes and
asking me questions every now and then. Then she donned a pair of latex gloves
and prepped some sample vials. "Are you allergic to rubbing alcohol or latex?"
She asked.

"No," I said, and moved the armrest into position.

She frowned at me, removed my arm from the rest and moved it

out of the way. Then she moved the armrest into position and positioned my arm
upon it. I didn't get it, but I let her do as she wanted. "Please keep
your arm here while I sterilize."

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmm. I think this will

go better if you acknowledge my orders more precisely." I nodded. She
smiled, "Do you understand?"

As Ms. Olson had said, she was precise, and I was beginning

to understand something about this woman. "I understand, Nurse Jenkins. I
will keep my arm here while you sterilize."

For my words I was rewarded with that brilliant smile. She

broke the seal on an alcohol wipe, then held my wrist as she thoroughly
scrubbed the inside of my elbow. Next she picked up a tourniquet strap and tied
it around my upper arm. "Please make a fist and squeeze three times,
holding on the last," she said.

"Make a fist and squeeze three times, holding on the

last, aye," I repeated back as if in the Navy again.

Her cheeks flushed and her nostrils flared (I swear they

did), as she produced the sample syringe, selected a vein, and stuck me for the
sample. She was well practiced and it was a good stick. After drawing two vials
she pulled the syringe and applied a square of gauze, "Apply
pressure," she said as she disposed of the syringe and then started to
invert the sealed vials a few times.

"Apply pressure, aye," I said, and she smiled

again.

She took the vials to a nearby machine, where she inserted

the tubes and pressed a few buttons. Then she returned, bringing an elastic,
self stick bandage with her. She took the gauze from me and applied a new
piece, "Apply pressure," she said.

I repeated back the order, and was rewarded with another

bright smile as she applied the bandage. She then stood and motioned for me to
follow her. "Employment does require verification that you are drug free,
so next up is the urine sample." She crooked an eyebrow at me, "Are
you sufficiently hydrated to provide a sample at this time?"

I checked, yep. "Yes, Nurse Jenkins."

"Do you typically suffer from stage fright? As they

say?" She asked.

"Um, no Nurse Jenkins," I said, though in truth I

was certain I had never tried whatever it was she appeared to have in mind.

Then she laughed and handed me a specimen jar. "I'm

just messing with you," and she pushed me into the small restroom and shut
the door. She came back a couple minutes later and took the now filled, sealed
and cleaned specimen bottle from me. "Now, Tom, please remove your clothes
and put on the gown over there. Be sure the gown opening is to the front."

I'll go easy on you here and just say I continued to repeat

back all of her instructions verbatim.

Her expression was not so much professional detachment as it

was desire when I finished the repeat back. Apparently such over the top verbal
obedience was high on her list of triggers. She left the room, closing the door
behind her, and I took off my clothes, folding them and setting them on a
shelf. Now nude, I picked up the gown and pulled on the sleeves with the
opening in the front. Now, normally such gowns tie in the back and the opening
starts somewhere just over your ass. In this configuration the opening started
at my belly button, putting everything on display. However, I wasn't really
surprised.

I knocked on the door and her voice replied, "Come

in."

Entering the room she gestured to the exam table. I noticed

it was now pleasantly warm in the room. "Please sit and we will review
your medical history and start the skin survey."

I sat down, with my now semi-hard cock pointing up from my

groin. And it was in this configuration, with me mostly naked and her sitting
fully clothed only a few feet away and right in front of me, that we discussed
my medical history for the next twenty minutes. Seemingly satisfied with the
evaluation, she set the clipboard aside and washed her hands again. "Now,
Tom, I find it best to conduct the exam of your epidermis with my bare hands.
If you have any objections I will switch to gloves of course."

Of course, I thought. Then she asked, "Do you have any

objections to my use of bare hands?"

Shaking my head, I said, "No objections Nurse

Jenkins."

She beamed at me, then said, "Very well. Please remove

the gown and lay down on your chest and I will examine your back first."

I gave the repeat back and added, "Yes nurse".

Then I pulled the knot loose, dropped the gown to the floor and turned and lay
down on my chest. It was at this point I realized the only purpose of the gown
was to reinforce the fact she was fully clothed and I was definitely not.

No sooner was I lying on my chest when I felt her hands on

my feet. Her fingers alternately stroked, pressed, probed and felt my skin. She
took her time, asking about various moles, small scars, and other things of
interest. As she went over my thighs and ass, I started to get aroused again
even though she wasn't really doing anything to directly elicit such a
response. She seemed to sense my discomfort as she worked on my lower back.
"Please roll to your left side," she said. Rather than repeat this, I
simply rolled as directed. She took hold of my stiffening cock and adjusted its
position before rolling me back onto my belly. She then finished her
examination of my backside, informing me I would have follow ups with a
dermatologist for two odd looking moles, just to be sure.

"Now roll over to your back please," she said, and

I did. Once again she started at my feet and worked her way up to my scalp,
skipping my groin. All the attention had me once again hard and ready for
whatever was next. I didn't have to wait long.

"Mr. Jeffries, at this time I would like to get you

comfortable for the final portions of the exam." I nodded to indicate she
should continue. "I will be manually examining your testicles, very
carefully, to look for any lumps. You do know your age bracket is most at risk
for testicular cancer?"

I was lying on my back, nude, as the nurse ran her hands

over my balls, cupping them snugly. I didn't try to hold back a groan.
"Yes, nurse."

"When complete I will perform a digital exam of your

prostate, followed shortly by collection of a sperm sample." I groaned and
acknowledged her, ready for whatever she had in mind to make that last part happen.
"Mr. Jeffries, while most commonly a prostate exam is conducted with the
patient bent forward over the table, I suggest we avail ourselves of the
equipment present to make you most comfortable."

"I, um, don't understand."

She leaned forward and put her face right in front of mine,

"Scoot your ass down the table and put your feet in the stirrups."

Now that gave me pause. While I understood women getting

into that position, I wasn't sure about my doing it. The pause was just long
enough to draw a reprimand. Her face was still right in front of mine as her
hand holding my balls changed from fondle to control, but well short of
anything painful. "Mr. Jeffries, is there a concern you would like to
voice?" Her grip shifted from control to fondle, and back.

With her still holding onto me I adjusted my position on the

table as instructed, "No, Nurse Jenkins," I groaned as she
manipulated me. Then she let go of me and helped my feet into the stirrups, my
calves resting on the pads. Then, in another surprise, she attached a Velcro
strap to each. She then moved her chair and sat very close to me, taking my
balls in her hand and very carefully palpating them. My cock, completely hard
as a result of her manipulation, dripped onto my belly.

I don't know how long she took for the exam, but there was

quite the puddle when she was done. I figured she was done when she made a
tight ring with her thumb and forefinger at the base of my cock even as she
continued to hold my balls. "Mr Jeffries?" She said, and I looked
down at her as she extended her tongue and started to lick my balls.

My eyes rolled up and I groaned. She then ran her tongue up

the length of my cock, twirled her tongue around my head, then licked up the
puddle of precum. As my cock reached a state of full hardness she said,
"Now we shall move on to the prostate exam and the sperm sample."
Letting go of my cock, she stood and handed me a bulb shaped bit of silicone.
"At some point during the process I will bring you to orgasm. At any time
you feel you may ejaculate you are to inform me and pop that receptacle onto
the head of your penis. Do you understand?"

I nodded and said, "Yes nurse." Then she made an

unnecessary show of putting on one latex glove and thoroughly lubricating her
hands. Then she held the base of my cock and rubbed my balls as her gloved hand
rubbed my perineum and anus. I tensed.

I felt her breath on my cock as both her hands continued to

stroke me. "You are clear on the outcome?"

"Yes nurse," I said with some strain.

"Good," she said and took me fully in her mouth.

To my surprise, I delighted in the feeling of her finger pushing into me even
as she slid her mouth down my length. I thrust my hips up as she pushed into
me, and she coughed at the sudden movement and pulled back. The finger inside
me was motionless for a bit, and then she starting moving it, though in a way I
couldn't place. A deep pressure started to build.

As she continued to 'examine' what had to be my prostate,

she said, "Really Mr. Jeffries, thrusting is not appropriate." As she
said this she stroked my cock using her saliva as a very nice lubricant. I
could now tell she was rubbing every part of my prostate, being quite thorough.
The pressure increased. "Will you be able to control yourself?"

"Yes Nurse, I believe so."

She nodded and gave me a most unprofessional leer. "I

doubt it," she said, "but try anyway." And then she took me
fully in her mouth again, her tongue doing wonderful things up and down the
length of my cock. The finger in my ass was now moving more in and out than
back and forth, and when she added a second finger I gripped the sides of the
table and forced my hips to remain in place.

She hummed around my cock and stroked me with her fingers.

It was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. Her tongue worked my frenulum
and head while her fingers stroked my shaft, and the effect of her fingers on
my prostate was to make my cock feel a few inches longer. She regularly looked
up at me, and the vision of her intense eyes with me in her mouth added another
sexual dimension. As she bobbed and stroked me slowly it became clear that she
was in no hurry. Monitoring my reactions, she paused her efforts every now and
then back away from the edge.

It felt strange and delicious, and after what seemed like

ages but was probably only ten minutes, I had the feeling I was, well,
dribbling into her mouth. She noticed as well and she took her mouth off me.
"I've got you flowing nicely now, and I want a nice full sample from
you." I looked down and noticed precum oozing out continuously. As she
kept fingering me she massaged my balls with the rest of her hand.

Then she resumed sucking and tonguing my head and crown as

she stroked me, but this time felt different. As I started to tense up she
didn't stop. "Nurse, I'm getting close!" I said with some urgency.
She hummed an acknowledgment, looked me in the eye again. I had the silicone
bulb thingy and I was damn close to needing it. Then, with an aggressive tongue
lashing of my frenulum, I was there. "I'm going to come!"

She continued to stroke my shaft as she backed away and I

popped the cup over the head of my cock. It was a snug fit and I didn't have to
hold it, which was good because just a moment later my body seized up and I
found myself at the edge for an intense period. At no time did she stop
stroking my cock and my ass, and then Boom! I exploded. The prostate massage
and her continued stroking sent me into another world. My hips took off on
their own as I pumped shot after shot into the bulb. When I finally started breathing
again she pulled off the cup and took me in her mouth and gently licked and
sucked me as I softened. When she stopped I realized her finger was no longer
inside me. I heard the snap of her removing her glove, and then she undid the
Velcro.

"You may clean up and get dressed Mr. Jeffries, I

should have your results soon," she said. I noticed she was quite flushed,
possibly more than myself.

"Yes Nurse," I said absently as I got off the

bench in a post orgasmic daze. In the restroom I cleaned up, got dressed and
knocked on the door some minutes later.

"Enter," came her voice. I did so and she motioned

for me to sit on the bench again.

"Well, Mr.Jeffries, as might be expected for a young

man of twenty-four years, you are in very good health. Blood work and vitals
normal, all disease checks negative, your testes and prostate are normal, and
you have a reasonably high sperm count." She paused then, kissed me and
said, "Next time I'll get to swallow all the little swimmers." She
showed me her 'sex badge', and I noted the two at the top were CIM (come in
mouth) and FOX (essentially blow job).

I returned her grin and said, "I look forward to

it."

She led me to the door and I headed back to my office. As I

passed Allie at reception she smiled prettily. "How is your first day
going?" She asked.

"Somehow even better than I expected," I said. My

stomach growled loud enough for her to hear. The clock said it was already
1230.

"Would you like some lunch?" She asked.

"That would be great," I said.

She picked up the phone, punched a number and spoke briefly.

A minute later Susan from security arrived and took Allie's place. "Be
back in fifteen," Allie said.

Susan smirked, "Take all the time you want."

"Just lunch, Susan, not my turn," Allie replied.

Allie led me to the cafeteria, where about ten people were

still eating. I ordered a turkey club and joined Ashley at an empty table. As
we ate we made small talk, mostly about how we had come to work at Foxx Inc.
Allie was finishing an internship, looking to start law school in the Fall. She
was quite interested in my Navy experience, and while I tried to answer her, I
found it was always difficult to convey what life on a submarine was like.

"So what about my predecessor?" I asked.

"What about him?" she said.

"Do you know why he left?" I asked.

She shrugged, "I think the job wore him out. He was

here for a few years I think, left Monday last week."

"Wore him out, as in " I said, the question

hanging there.

She swallowed a bite of food and then said, "I'm sure

that at some point having all the sex you can handle must become too
much." She shrugged, "Or maybe he wanted a girlfriend. It would take
someone really open minded to let their boyfriend loose in here every
day."

Too tired? I thought about that. I'd had two great orgasms

today, and I felt energized. Would I feel that way by Friday? One thing was for
sure I was looking forward to finding out. I finished my sandwich and noticed a
woman a couple of tables away was watching me. Allie noticed my glance and
looked over her shoulder. The other woman waved at us, then stood and left the
room.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"That's Cindy from IT, your last appointment for the

day. She'll be by around five after for your two pm meeting."

"Oh?" I said. "Why five minutes late?"

"Velma's never on time."

"Velma? I thought you said Cindy?" I said,

confused.

"It'll be clear enough. She's not one to waste time, so

I recommend having a password ready for your smart card. It's kind of like the
CAC you used to have. Eight characters, upper and lower case, numerals and
special character."

"Sure," I said, confused, and wondering why she

referenced a CAC at all.

Back in my office I took a very quick shower before going

over more maintenance history and familiarizing myself with the existing contracts.
After going through about half the documents my impression was that things were
running well in the building, but I'd follow up with Ms Olson later to get her
thoughts. I also googled Velma, though I didn't remember the other name. It
didn't take long to figure out what might be going on, so I was ready when
shortly after 1400 my door opened and a woman walked in. She had short cropped
dark brown hair, dark rimmed glasses, an orange sweater, a red skirt and orange
stockings. A pair of large breasts wobbled underneath her sweater making it
clear she was without a bra. "Hi," she said with a smile, "I'm
Velma from IT to set up your account." At first I didn't recognize her,
but something about her face was familiar. It suddenly dawned on me that this was
the same woman from lunch. Her name tag read Cindy something, but whatever
Velma wanted, I was ready to give it to her.

I shook my head in an exaggerated manner and barked out,

"Zoinks!"

She laughed and smiled broadly. "You're so goofy,

Shaggy." She gestured to my computer, "May I?" she said.

I backed away from the desk and offered her the seat.

"Of course."

She smiled at me and said, "Thanks, Shaggy." Her

hands flew over the keyboard, screens changing rapidly as she did so. After a
moment she took my badge, removed it from the protective sleeve, and slotted
into the side of the computer. She backed away and gestured toward the
computer. "Once you enter a password it will take about fifteen minutes to
generate keys," she said. I typed in a password and was asked to verify it
twice. Once done she stood, went to the door, and locked it from within. Then
she turned to face me and pulled her sweater over her head. She was a thicc
young woman, with a truly large pair of nicely shaped tits. Silver dollar areola
and tight pink nipples atop easily DDD milky white breasts. I closed the
distance and took those mammaries in my hands, squeezing, fondling and sucking
like a starving man. She murmured her approval and enjoyed my ministrations for
a short while. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pressed me to
sit down on the floor.

She sat down astride my thighs, her hands undoing my belt

and pulling down my pants and underwear. She readily got me hard in her mouth
before moving down and dangling her tits on either side of my cock. Not needing
any guidance at this point, I took her tits in my hands and kneaded them as I
held them around my cock. Fucking those beauties was a dream. Nothing quite
like handfuls of breast wrapped around my dick to really get me going. Velma
was holding herself up with her hands, watching me enjoy the use of her ample
cleavage as her tits dangled over me. Even better, every four or five strokes
she took me in her mouth to lube me up again.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked after a few

minutes.

I groaned with another thrust between the mounds filling my

hands, "Very much so, Velma."

"Cool, Shaggy," she said. "Okay if I ride you

now?"

"Be my guest," I said.

She crawled forward a bit, then moved up her feet and

shifted into a squat. Taking a hold of me she sat down on my cock as I sucked a
nipple into my mouth. She was very wet, but extremely tight. She took her time,
at least thirty seconds, to fully seat herself on my hips. Then, she leaned
down to kiss me as she started to ride me ever so slowly. Velma used only her
quads as she raised and lowered herself, and it seemed the tension in those
muscles was also reflected in her kegels. Somehow she squeezed me on both the
upstroke and the downstroke. It was a slow build for me, and who knows how she
kept up those squats, but as she continued I found myself soon approaching a
conclusion.

"Velma, I'm getting close," I said.

Dropping her weight on my hips she rolled us over into a

missionary position, save for the fact I still had my pants on. I pulled out of
her reluctantly and shucked off my pants and underwear. Velma spread her legs
wide in invitation and started to rub her clit. Kneeling between her thighs I
pressed into her again and then held her legs open by leaning on her thighs.
She moaned as I started to fuck her in earnest. "Oh, yeah," she
purred, "pound me Shaggy! Come in me!"

Needing no other encouragement or direction, I did just

that. Stroke after stroke I buried myself in her cunt, the delicious feeling
building once again. Suddenly, her breath caught and her eyes closed tightly
and she declared she was coming. She clamped down on me, threatening to keep me
from finishing, but I would not be deterred from driving us both over the edge.
I slid my hands to her shoulders and pulled her down as I thrust up into her
tightness again. I could sense her coming off her peak and then I was there
myself, swelling and then bursting inside her. She opened her eyes as I
finished pumping her full of my third load of the day. "Thanks Shaggy,
that was cool."

I nodded, then withdrew to get dressed, yet again. She took

her seat in front of the computer, chest still wonderfully bare. "Just in
time Mr J. Your card is ready now." She stood and picked up her sweater
which she pulled over her big tits with practiced ease.

"The start page should help you well enough, but if you

need anything, just call." she said.

I remembered there was one thing I needed: how to expense

the uniforms. Velma talked me through that and then it was time for her to go.
I'd hardly said a thing during her visit, but it didn't seem to bother her.

For the next couple of hours I made sure to rehydrate while

I was using my new network access to evaluate the services currently under
contract. All seemed to be in order, but there was something nagging at me. I
spent some time trying to figure it out, but to no avail. It was half past four
and about time for me to call it a day when there was a knock at my door and
the always lovely Ms Olson came in and sat across from me.

"And how was your first day, Joe?" She asked.

Leaning back in my chair I said, "I think you know it's

a bit of a living wet dream." She smirked and I continued, "But I do
have a few questions."

"I'll answer if I can," she said, "what's on

your mind?"

"First off, I thought I was providing the fantasy

material," I said.

She raised an eyebrow and held it there for a moment.

"Surely having Velma from IT stop by wasn't too much of a burden?"

I was briefly at a loss, "How "

She held up a hand to stop me. "Many people like role playing,

and from many sides. If it doesn't bother you then just enjoy it. And Velma's
her thing. Always has been. I presume Shaggy was able to answer to his
name?"

I hadn't realized the joke of Shaggy shagging Velma, and I

laughed out loud.. "Okay, and the nurse is, just that way?"

Ms Olson regarded me quizzically, "What do you

mean?"

I realized I was about to say something unkind, and I

stopped myself. "Nothing. My exam was pretty intense, that's all."

The look I received was unexpected. "Was anything wrong?"

She asked.

"Um, well, no. I can't say that."

"But the, ah, sperm sample collection surprised

you?" She was instantly pleased by my surprise.

My eyes narrowed, "Just how much of what goes on behind

closed doors do you know about?"

"Only what people tell me Mr Jeffries, only what they

tell me."

"And what was it our nurse said after our

session?"

Ms Olson smiled her brilliant predatory smile. "She all

but demanded to be on your schedule the next time she is in the building. When
I asked why she said the sample process precluded her from feeling your cock
pumping down her throat."

I was agog again, and she leaned forward, "Her exact

words, I'm quite certain. I gather the prostate massage was unexpected? But
enjoyable."

I nodded dumbly. "I, um, yes of course it was. But why

sperm samples?"

She crossed her legs and held one knee in her hands.

"Really Mr. Jeffries, when you ask me questions like that I have to wonder
if you somehow faked being a nuclear trained operator."

I sighed, "Because someone may want my sperm."

"You see," she said with a smirk, "I knew you

were quick."

For the umpteenth time today I was momentarily speechless.

"But with full medical, why not IVF or artificial insemination?"

She nodded, "Those are options we support as well, but

historically if the woman is fertile the old fashioned way is much more
effective. And fun, of course."

"I see."

"No, I doubt that you do, but that's a discussion for

another time." I had the distinct sense we were done for now.

I walked around the table and lifted her to her feet. Taking

her head in my hands I kissed her thoroughly before giving her a very
unfriendly hug, pressing her taut nipples into my chest. "I'll never be
able to thank you enough."

She patted my cheek and stepped back. "I'd seriously

like to fuck you right now, but I said three per day to start. I doubt you've
had sex three times a day five days in a row at any time in your life. I don't
want to overtax you starting on day one."

"Well, actually, if you ask Tilly about this one

time," I started, and she held up a hand to stop me.

"It's mean to tell me I am not giving you a proper

challenge," she turned, locked the door and immediately started
undressing. "It will not do for me to think we are not getting you off
enough."

Subconsciously I had followed her lead and was quickly

getting undressed to match her. "I didn't mean it that way," I said.

Nude, she knelt on my couch and bent over. She looked over

shoulder at me, "Now get over here and service me. I want your hands on my
hips and your cock drilling me, right now."

By the time she finished that statement I was sliding into

her. I put my hands on her hips as requested, and started fucking her.
"Mr. Jeffries, I have a dinner meeting in 30 minutes and I would
appreciate a pair of quick orgasms so I have time to straighten up."

I started grunting with effort and her moans and pants

became more frantic. I was getting close to the finish myself. I turned her
face toward me and checked that she was wearing blue lipstick. "Are you
ready for me to give you your pre-dinner snack Ms. Olson?"

Her mouth opened to say something, but then my fingers on

her clit launched her climax and she couldn't seem to find the words. After a
long period of gasping, she pulled free of my cock and turned to sit on the couch.
At once she deep throated me. I reached down and twisted her nipples as she
sucked on me. She moaned, and the sound put me over the edge. Even after coming
three times earlier in the day, my body was not letting me down. I felt like I
pumped a mouthful down to her belly, and I wondered if that would continue.
This time she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and she continued to use her
tongue to play with my cock until I was soft.

"Thank you for the snack Mr. Jeffries. Good job getting

hydrated. Organic man milk does a body good." She started to get dressed
and I did the same.

"I am going to sleep very well tonight Ms. Olson,"

I said.

She finished dressing and patted me on the cheek. "I

know you will," she said with a smile before she turned and left my
office.

I got dressed and sat down at my desk, the day's servicing

work apparently concluded. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back,
unable to keep a smile from forming on my face. I made a few mental notes of
things I needed to work on. The tri-graphs. There were a lot of them, and if I
was to service someone without speaking first, I wouldn't want to get any of
them wrong. And two things tugged at the edges of my awareness: was there more
to the story of my predecessor, and was there some reason to pay more attention
to the intern? I honestly had no idea why Allie had popped into my mind, but it
was oddly similar to the feeling you get when something isn't right in the
propulsion plant. You get used to everything being a certain way, and when something
is off, you know at once even though it is going to take a bit to figure out
what has grabbed your attention. I replayed the brief encounters with Allie and
couldn't put a finger on why I was, what? Curious? Skeptical? Suspicious?

Shaking my head I picked up the PBS booklet, grabbed my keys

and wallet and left for the day.

To be continued

By PtmcPilot for Literotica

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