Peter Ryan - Sex clinic wife

"Hi."

"Now, first thing we have to do is get you settled in… You can hang up your coat in here," she motioned to a utility closet.

Darlene moved toward the indicated door and hung up her coat on a hook, then turned back expectantly to Jenny, smoothing her uniform down her hips. "Now what?" she brightened.

"Well, let me tell you about your 'duties', Darlene. Quite simply, you will be working intimately with the Doctor, helping him in his counseling sessions, and at times working directly with his patients. Clear enough?"

"Yes, but, exactly what will I be doing, I mean…"

"Doctor Parker will show you the details of your job, Darlene. Don't worry about it." She turned and went back toward her desk. "Now, there's only one more thing," she shot back over her shoulder, "and that's your uniform."

"Oh?" Darlene was confused.

"Yeah. It's nice, Darlene, real nice… but not exactly 'what the Doctor ordered'." she laughed.

"What do you mean, Jenny?"

"Well, we really keep upon the latest and most attractive styles, and though your uniform looks nice, Darlene, it doesn't reflect what we represent here. Now, don't get me wrong, hon," she hastened to add, "it's just that the doc likes to give his patients the impression that we're all in love with our work around here!… After all, this is a Sex Clinic, remember?"

"But, what shall I wear then, Jenny?" the new employee queried worriedly.

"Oh, something simple, like this," the pretty secretary advised, posing to show off her own uniform-clad figure.

Darlene gaped in astonishment. "Y-You mean we have to wear something like that?" That was a uniform, to be sure, but only so far as color was concerned. Jenny's slender figure was clad in a very mini dress, and the garment also had the distinction of being styled with a low V-neck, showing off her ample charms well.

"Yeah, Darlene, Doctor Parker is particularly fond of this style," A gleam appeared in her eyes at a sudden thought. "Tell you what… I've got another uniform just like this one in the other room. Why don't you wear it today… Doctor Parker won't get on you for wearing that." She motioned carelessly at Darlene's dress.

The lovely young blonde considered for a moment. Then, "Alright, I will!… Where can I change?"

"In here," Jenny opened another door that led into a small employee's lounge. "The dress is in that closet, and there's a mirror on the back of that door."

Darlene passed through and turned to stick her head out, "I'll only be a sec… and… thanks, Jenny."

The pert young receptionist laughed. "What are friends for?"

Quickly now, Darlene moved over to the indicated closet and pulled out a single white uniform. Jenny was right, she grimaced, examining the garment that more closely resembled a blouse, it is just like the one she has on!

Standing behind the closet door, Darlene stripped off her dress, and, taking another look at the length of the uniform, removed her slip as well. Turning, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, staring critically at herself wearing just her low-cut bra and bikini panties. Not bad, she thought, admiring the uplifted fullness of her white breasts, then down past her slim waist to her lusciously rounded hips. Not bad at all, if I say so myself! I can hold my own anywhere!

Satisfied, she quickly pulled down the zipper and stepped into the dress, pulling it carefully up over her hips. Oh, hell, it's just a bit snug! she struggled with the uniform. Slipping her arms through the sleeves, she reached behind her and slowly pulled the zipper up, feeling the dress tighten as the fastener closed.

Once again, she looked in the mirror, and the young nurse gasped aloud in shock. Oh, my God! she stared at the sight of her full luscious form squeezed into the too-small dress. That's terrible! I'm going to burst the seams! She turned slowly, noting how the tight uniform was tightly molded to her buttocks behind, and her breasts were pushed up and out even more, looking as though they were about to burst out from the very tight confines of the bodice. Oh Jenny, the dress had looked like a short mini, but on her it looked like a not very long blouse. Darlene was sure that she would not be able to bend over, for fear that everyone would be able to see her panties. Oh, no, she gaped at her reflection, this won't do at all!

"Well, how's it going in there?" Jenny queried cheerfully at the door. "Let me see…!"

Darlene came out from behind the closet door. "Jenny, I…"

"Hey, that looks great!" enthused the pretty young receptionist. "Doctor Parker will love it!"

"Y-You think so?" stammered the incredulous blonde nurse. "You don't think it's… it's kind of small?"

"Oh no, Darlene, it's just right." Then, when Darlene shook her head negatively, "Would I lie to you?"

"N-No, I guess not."

"Good! Now, come on out and we'll have a cup of coffee and relax… We still have plenty of time, the first patients… uh, a Mr. and Mrs. Ballard…" she consulted her appointment book, "… won't be in 'till eleven, and the Doctor seldom gets in more than ten or fifteen minutes before his first appointment… so we even have time to gossip!"

As Darlene Jefferson hastily scanned the files of Harold and Ann Ballard in anticipation of their eleven o'clock appointment, she couldn't help noticing, somewhat embarrassedly, that their "problem" was not unlike hers and Roger's. In fact, despite the difference in their ages, it was the same… frequent impotence and premature ejaculation. Of course, she reassured herself somewhat uncertainly, the causes couldn't be the same; Roger was capable; it was just… well, he was so busy studying most nights that he was either too tired to get it up, or felt guilty at being away from his studies for the requisite few minutes. And then, when he did manage an erection, it was usually with the result that the pent-up emotions from his self-imposed celibacy rendered him useless after what seemed like mere seconds.

On second thought, maybe the causes weren't so different, after all!

As she read on, Darlene noted that Harold Ballard was the self-employed owner of a lucrative furniture store… certainly a job that would keep him as preoccupied as Roger was most of the time! Intrigued, she quickly scanned the wife, Anne's, file, to see if there were any similarities between herself and the older woman. Anne Ballard, the file read. Age: thirty-seven (nine years husband's junior – possible problem area). General Appearance: comely, unusually large breasted redhead-former stripper. Darlene's pouting pink lips formed an inaudible "wow" as she read and reread the phrase, former stripper. Then, continuing, Education: eleventh grade. Remarks: Patient is highly sexed as evidenced by her early, voluntary loss of virginity at hands of older male cousin… Anne is very conscious of her breasts and confesses to a desire to "show as much of them as possible when out in public."

Unconsciously, the young nurse rubbed her own thighs together at the exciting thought that her own generous breasts were rather exposed themselves and, indeed, it was curiously thrilling in an exhibitionist sort of way.

The sudden sound of the door opening caused her to jump, but it was only Jenny entering Parker's inner office. "Hi, Darlene," she said, "it's almost eleven, and I'd better get Doctor Parker's office ready."

She went over to the wall unit that dominated the far wall of the office and got a film projector from one of the many cubicles. Placing it on a small end table she had moved to the center of the room, she quickly and efficiently set it up, explaining in response to Darlene's unasked question, "This," she waved a hand at the projector, "is the Doctor's latest experiment with the Ballards… he's trying a 'sex' movie to stimulate their love life."