The Job – Chapter 2

The Job

By Darkride

Chapter 2 – The Examinations

In the exam room, Miss Hooper smiled politely at Todd. “Have you ever had to do anything like this before?” she asked him. The teen shook his head no, as he tried very hard not to stare at the sexy lady’s cleavage. Miss Hooper showed him 3 containers, and explained what was needed in each.

“Ahhhh that’s kind of gross, and embarrassing!” he replied, a little unsure, but remembering that his mother had often told him in the past – Sometimes you can’t keep your dignity at the doctors, you just have to do what you are told, even if it’s embarrassing. The room had a toilet and wash basin in one corner, and bed along the other wall. There was no privacy curtain however – just a half-height folding screen. There was no way it was going to actually cover much of him.

Todd took the containers from Miss Hooper, before waiting awkwardly for the pretty young lady to leave. Instead, she just said, “I know it’s a bit strange, but we do need to make sure none of the samples are compromised.” With that, she simply stood, waiting. Nervously, Todd headed to the toilet, placing the jars on the basin’s ledge, and moving the screen over to hide what he could. His first problem was trying to fill the urine jar, with a hardon. The minimal privacy screen did not hide well the fact that he was having to lean forwards and support himself on the wall to get to an agreeable angle to capture his pee. “Don’t forget it needs to be mid-stream, ok, Todd?” Miss Hooper interrupted him, reminding him of her presence and making his cheeks flush.

Finally he managed to start a stream, and capture a cup full. He capped the collection container and went to place it on the basin, only to have Miss Hooper’s hand reach out and take it from him. Whilst he’d been busy peeing, she had closed the distance to stand just on the other side of the screen. Smiling warmly, she retreated only slightly as he flushed even redder, before quickly turning and pulling his pants down, hoping to take some cover by sitting on the toilet. Ultimately this helped little as his still-hard cock was poking up from between his legs, and he very suddenly came to appreciate how embarrassing it is to have someone – a sexy woman no less – observing him collecting a sample of his own feces. After awkwardly reaching under to capture a sample, again Miss Hooper’s hand appeared from my boy’s periphery to retrieve the jar.

Hurriedly trying to wipe his butt, Todd jumped as Miss Hooper offered encouragement. “Make sure you are nice and clean down there. Don’t want to contaminate the next sample,” she warned. Todd froze momentarily, as her words reminded him of what he had been trying to forget. He went to pull his pants up, but Miss Hooper interrupted him, holding the final jar in her hand. “Don’t worry about them,” she said. “Slip them off and come over here to the bed.” Todd looked up, pants in his hands, but still exposed, seeing Miss Hooper patting her hand on the paper-towel covered bed. Todd grumbled quietly to himself as he slipped his jeans and underpants off, feeling even more exposed than ever.