Doctor's Gaping Orders

Rose drops her skirt and hops on the table like it’s her own personal lounge chair. Her usual doctor, Casey Calvert, is already grinning like the cat with the cream because this isn’t the first checkup that ends with more moans than exam questions. Today Casey’s dragged in her favorite nurse—Yhivi—with big eyes and wobbly knees, promising front-row seats to the best kind of house call. Casey’s gloved hand slides up Rose’s thigh; two fingers slip inside like they’ve been granted permanent visitation. Yhivi steps closer, tongue darting over her lip, and pretty soon she’s trading stethoscope for spit-slick touch as she strokes Rose’s clit in fast circles. The joke about “seeing everything” turns filthy when Casey swaps fingers for a stainless rectal speculum. She works the cool metal between Rose’s cheeks, ratcheting it open notch by notch, giving Yhivi an unfiltered, glittering view straight inside. The speculum clicks, stretches, holds Rose wide while Casey’s tongue flicks along every newly exposed fold. Yhivi, ever the eager student, leans in and adds her mouth to the mess. Paper crackles under Rose’s elbows. The exam light hums. Between the slick noises and breathless laughter, three bodies tangle across the table—good medicine meets great, raunchy fun.