Kimberly's Humiliating Medical Seminar

Doug was doing his sales-pitch, but even he noticed a problem. "As you can see, gentlemen, the data port can plug into any compatible printer providing a hard copy of the patient's heart rate. This unit, I assure you, is among the simplest on the market to operate...(blah, blah, blah)"

The dot jumped around and Doug had to address the problem. Damn, what is happening? He thought. With a small chuckle he said, "I think the 'little dot' is nervous up here....", he said making the crowd smile. He bought a little time, but the mystery needed to be resolved or they would not trust any of his products.

Kimberly was in her own world, ignoring everything around her. All she heard was the piercing "blips" from the machine, and Doug's boring lecturing.

Doug pursed his lips, "Gentlemen, I must say, I am a bit puzzled by this interference. This is highly unusual, I promise you. Perhaps it is the microphone or the lights..." The audience whispered, and Doug began to calculate his losses! He was starting to look foolish, and untrustworthy! He strained for an answer, then smiled wide.

Doug's showmanship took over again and he turned things in his favor. "Gentlemen, I believe I have an answer! You can tell that my medical training needs refreshing. The Mark VI monitor cannot have ANY metal near it's pads to function properly."

He gave Kimberly- specifically her bra, a direct look and added, "I believe that my assistant may be wearing some wire concealed within her brassiere."

His voice became a whisper, "Kim, does that bra have an under-wire?"

Without even thinking she responded, "Yeah. Why?"

In a voice as casual as a man asking for the correct time, Doug said, "Good that was the trouble. Take it off..."

Kimberly couldn't believe her ears. She raised her eyebrows in a hurt, puzzled expression. "Doug?!", she squealed.

Doug sneered, "You either do it, or I will call the police the minute this seminar is over!"

The girl had no choice. Slowly, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bright green bra. The straps slid off her beautiful shoulders and the girl desperately tried to hide her young mounds and pointed nipples after shedding the material totally.

Part 2

Doug took the "offensive" garment and tossed it to the other end of the table- away from the pads connected to his lovely assistant. Kimberly remained sitting, slightly hunched, doing her best to minimize the audience's view while her face turned bright red. Doug, however, shook his head and told her that he didn't want her watch or other jewelry to affect the monitor. So, in the end, the poor girl was forced to put her arms at her sides and accept her nakedness and the stares from the audience. Her globes of flesh stuck straight out and were a half shade lighter than her tummy. Her nipples were adorable little nose-cone shaped thimbles. Her youth allowed her grapefruit-sized mounds to defy gravity, and pointed straight out towards the older men erotically. Wow, was she amazing! The men whispered comments, which Kimberly realized, were most likely not relevant to the Mark VI heart monitor!

Doug was pleased with the clarity and resolution. The blipping dot on the monitor was registering her embarrassment and was now flashing across twice as fast! Her heart rate was like a squirrel's- after being chased up a tree by a dog. Douglas looked out at the buyers, hoping their satisfaction had been earned. "And so, gentlemen, it certainly took a little 'work', but I think we have a very nice IMAGE up here, after all." The crowd chuckled at his intentional stress on the word "image" and everyone, including Kim, understood his meaning. She crossed her arms, with a scornful look and tilted her head in disgust.

The questions about the monitor, started out legitimate, but soon became absurd. The men in the audience were intentionally dragging out the girl's misery and they were asking all sorts of dumb things to keep her topless as long as possible.

"What kind of batteries does it take?"

"How long does recharging take?"

"Does it come in RED?"

Doug looked at his Tag Hauer watch and raised his eyebrows. "Well, gentlemen, it seems that more time has gone by than I had realized. Let's break for ten minutes and give our assistant a chance to 'catch her breath.'"

The men ever so slowly filed out of the room. No one wanted to miss a moment! A few stood around watching Kim pull the monitor pads off her chest and cover herself up again.

Doug turned off his microphone and stood facing the young lady. "Well, I think that went really well, don't you? I think this is going to be a record day."

Kim was not speaking. She grabbed for her bra and gave him a look that didn't need any obscene words spoken aloud. Her eyes flashed complete disdain and hatred.

"Hey?" Doug said, "What's the matter, Kimberly?"

She lifted one side of her mouth, and addressed him as if she was about to slap his face. "I'll tell you what's the matter! You're using me, Doug! Is this a medical seminar, or a girly show? Do you think I enjoyed these old, creepy guys looking at me?!" Her arms were crossed and she flipped a few bangs out of her face. "Now, you listen to me!"

Doug regained control of the situation in a low, yet scornful tone. He knew that he was wrong for doing this to the innocent girl, but Doug was having way too much fun to let her off the hook. "No, Kim....you listen to me!" He shook his head as if Kim were being unreasonable and totally ungrateful for this "privilege" of working off her debt. "Let me make one thing clear to you. This seminar is one of the most important days of my life! The sales here today will either make this company or put it into bankruptcy! I can't afford your 'little-girl' modesty getting in the way of putting on a good presentation. If you want out, tell me now, and I will call the police chief- who I happen to know very well, and tell him that you fled from the scene of the accident!"

Kimberly covered her mouth holding her arms over her chest and held the ends of her bra strap, "Doug that is a lie!"

Doug smirked like a villain in a classic silent movie. All that was missing was the thin mustache. "Well, you decide. But, tell me know!"

She took a forced deep breath and groaned, realizing the futility in arguing with the slick character. In his thousand dollar suit, and shiny jewelry, he was like arguing with the devil, himself. She simply was not going to allow the police to get involved. "Doug? Please....", she said in a hopeful tone of voice, trailing off without any more opposition.

Wow! That was it? Doug was so proud of himself. He thought that a lot more convincing and threatening would be needed. He suppressed an evil smirk and said, "C'mon now, these old guys out here were all once doctors themselves! This is no big thing for them! Besides, most of these geezers have daughters your age. I assure you that they are watching with admiration for your courage and respect for your open mind." He was making himself sick with his own nonsense. What a bullshit artist! This was nothing more than a highly profitable "bachelor party" with an adorable, sexy "girl in a cake". He knew that these guys would buy all they could to ensure another seminar sometime soon.

Doug looked at his watch again, and threw the girl a small, hospital garment. "By the way, you are going to do a little modeling. I bought a few thousand hospital gowns from an outfitter in Holland. Here- go to the ladies' room, take off everything, except your panties, and put this on!"

She clung the light blue hospital gown in her hand, and shook her head, as she headed to the ladies' room without argument. She held it draped over her, and was disgusted by the men in the hallway who attempted friendly chatter with her. She darted into the restroom for dear life and a few tears ran down her cheek once the bathroom door shut behind her.

The gown was light blue, made of ultra light fabric and the back was loose and partly open. She finally got it tied and looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped her eyes, but could not stop the waterworks, realizing that she would have to prance back into the room wearing THIS?! She turned and could not believe how short the obscene thing was. If she raised up her arms the slightest bit, the bottom came up and revealed her brightly colored under-pants.

Her lime green panties were high cut on the sides and were some European design that had only a little more material in the rear than a thong. Normally, she liked wearing them, realizing how nicely they accentuated her firm bottom, but today she wished that she was wearing something modest.

She put her ear to the door and peered out of it, praying that none of the other seminars were being let out early. Her little feet took dainty steps down the hallway, and she turned walking hesitantly back into the room. Unlike the usual boring sales seminars, everyone had returned to his seat early, and stared as Kimberly quietly crept into the room.

Their eyes were brutal and merciless- staring at the newly exposed parts of her legs and thighs which were covered by the shorts before. She walked directly up on the stage where Doug was waiting and she gave the room a quick, unwilling flash of her panties as she stepped up on the platform.

Doug smiled and began the second half of the seminar. "Well, gentlemen, welcome back. As you can see, Euro-Medical not only sells high quality instruments, but on occasion, we sell garments like lab coats, and examination gowns." He reached out his hand like a ringmaster at a circus, "Please turn your attention to my lovely assistant, Kimberly. She is modeling a very fine, well- made hospital gown that I found from a company in Holland. Their fine garments are being discontinued, and I bought out their hospital line. As you can see the garment is made from un-shrinkable....(blah, blah, blah)"

From the corner of her eyes, she noticed with alarm that a few men were cradling cameras in their laps. What the hell was happening?

Doug smiled and said, "A few of you came to me during the break asking if pictures could be taken to show your bosses and senior executives back home. By all means, gentlemen, feel free to do so. At this time, I am going to have Kimberly give you a closer look at this garment."

Kimberly's face took on a reddish hue and everyone knew the girl was feeling humiliated. However, rolls of film were being loaded, and the group of horny, lustful men sat back as if she were a go-go dancer about to approach the patrons in a smoke-filled bar.

As she stepped off the stage, a few flashes fired in unison targeted at the "up skirt" shot she was giving them. With a deep breath, she fast-walked before the front row- without the required smile or any cheerful eye contact whatsoever. A man in the front row peered through his lens and blinded the poor girl with a brilliant, point-blank FLASH!

She was still seeing spots as she forced herself to move between the next two rows and kept her body as far away from the next line-up of perverts. Heads shook and nodded, saying, "Very nice." as she walked by them. A very large man in the middle created an obstacle which Kimberly was forced to step over.

"Excuse me, sir." She said, stepping over his feet, creating another photo-moment as her skirt raised up again- providing a brief peek at her panties. FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

The last row was the worst. Yasob, a forty eight year old man from the Middle East, sat back biting his lip to keep from smiling at the girl's sweet face and sexy body. He looked like the typical Arabian sheik, but he was barely a step above a street-person. He lived out of his car, a low-life traveling salesman, and was hoping to make a few business contacts here today.

The harsh reality of Yasob's unsuccessful business career was simple- he stunk! Literally. His body had the oily smell of curry seeping through his skin all the time and he bathed only when he had the money for a hotel room. He was a turn-off the moment he walked into any room. He had thick hair, a coarse mustache, dark caterpillars for eyebrows and thick spectacles. He sold rubber and latex tubing, and was hoping to gain some new ground today, but since seeing his sexy, little "American honey" he was totally sidetracked, and felt a fondness for the teen-beauty swelling within his three-day-old boxer shorts.

As Kimberly carefully walked between the last two rows of folding chairs, the dark-skinned foreigner rudely held up his hand, speaking in an accent. "One moment, my dear. I would like to see the stitching, and I need to write down the garment's composition."

As if purchasing a horse, the man stood up and looked at the collar, letting his fingers pull it up- pretending to look for a tag.

Arghhh! Pheww!! Kimberly thought to herself! This guy reeks! She had to be professional, so she pretended not to notice, and breathed out of her mouth.

He shook his head, not finding a tag, and then checked around the front. He pulled the loose collar outward toward him and stared inside the gown at her lovely tits. He smiled, excitedly on the inside, but kept a cold, harsh demeanor- as if he was a discriminating seamstress. The "rubber-man" knew nothing about clothes at all! Kimberly looked right at him with an "excuse- me?" type face but said nothing out loud to the brazen man.

Kimberly stared away from Yasob as he evaluated the "stitching", or more accurately, the curves of the captive girl's body. She stood rigidly as a few more flashes went off around her. FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

The impostor got even more bold and in his accent said, "OK, Miss, turn around and let me see the back side."

The girl carefully turned with her hands holding the bottom in place. She kept her butt pointed a little bit sideways to the man. He touched her around the waist- as if he was within his rights, and squared her ass directly in front of his face. "There... I just want to see if they hid the tag somewhere back here." He offered lamely, as he pulled the back of her little hospital skirt up in the air!

The girl was ready to die of embarrassment! Her entire rear end was in this man's face! Kim faced ahead, in disbelief at this man's rudeness and utterly ruthless behavior. The fabric came up from between her legs and separated her taut, sexy buns. Yasob exposed her panties as if he was doing nothing indecent. The girl was about to spin around and slap him, but thought about the consequences carefully. Instead she let the back row enjoy the sight and she stood with her hands balled into tight fists.

Jimmy Fritz had never stopped being the class clown. The bald-headed, skinny, runt of a man was quite a successful sales representative. However, business-women everywhere hated him, and he'd lost jobs for sexual harassment claims more than once. He had no respect for the opposite sex, and did most of his business meetings in topless bars and nude reviews. He looked over at her upturned skirt and had the audacity to capture the moment.

What a hot, little ass! He thought, as he raised his camera instinctively. FLASH! "She'll never see me, again- right?" He said to a tight-assed gentlemen seated next to him. The man alongside him shook his head in utter contempt for the Jimmy, and looked away- lest others think he was associated the obnoxious, pervert.

She pulled herself from Yasob, and for the first time, showed a little back-bone. "Sir, we can provide your company with a free sample. Then you can analyze the garment as thoroughly as you wish."

She darted her eyes across at the bald photographer who would be taking home a lovely souvenir of her panty-covered ass. She shook her head in shock that anyone could be so audacious and crude. Her hate-filled eyes stared directly at Fritz, wishing a disease on him. Jimmy , however, had no honor, nor any decency. He smiled back at her like a photographer for the National Enquirer.... imagining the other sales-reps' jealousy once he showed the pictures to them.

The respectable man seated next to Jimmy Fritz finally cracked. "Hey, you think maybe I can get a set of those?" he asked. The two laughed and bonded at Kimberly's expense.

Part 3

Kimberly returned to the stage next to Douglas. Her employer was ready, and already, had another item out of its case, ready for show. Doug whispered, "Have a seat on the side of the table, Kim."

Kimberly faced the floor, as Doug held up a small digital recording thermometer. "Gentlemen, this unique purchase from a small company in Belgium allows me to offer these ultra-accurate thermometers to my buyers at one third of the original cost."

He held a small "egg-shaped" sensor in his hand which was the size of a marble- but it was made of polished, smooth metal. He held it up and the glint was visible to everyone in the room. The little sensor was attached to a thin, spiral wire which lead to the computerized digital screen.

Doug shrugged, and admitted, "I am not exactly sure why the company devised such an unusual sensor for their unit. A straight, traditional thermometer connected to the wire would have been just as simple to use. However, as you will see, the unit can record a patient's trend temperatures for minutes, even hours, as long as the sensor remains in place- under the tongue."

Peter Whitford was an Englishman who sat on his folding chair nearly laughing out loud. He had used the thermometer before, and found it quite humorous how far off the mark Doug was straying on this item! The unit was made for long-term usage, but was never designed for oral use at all! The thermometer was common in post-surgical rooms where swelling prohibited the use of a traditional thermometer. This unit, however, was for rectal use only!

Whitford stopped Douglas from putting things where they didn't belong. "Sir. I think you may want to hold off for a second. If you take a careful look at the sensor, you will see that there is some very small writing on it. If I recall correctly.", he said in a refined English accent.

Doug turned the metallic, mercury-filled tip carefully in his fingertips, and in a moment, the enlightened man smirked and looked out at Whitford. Their eyes met, and they chuckled for a moment, keeping the little joke to themselves- and the entire room in suspense. In small laser- engraved letters, Doug read the words FOR RECTAL USE ONLY.

"Well," Doug said nodding his head, "I am grateful for the astute observation of my audience member. Gentlemen, this unit, apparently, was designed for non-oral use only." He grinned, "It all makes sense if you think about the sensor's unique size and shape....," he said with his ditzy assistant, Kim squinting her eyes, then abruptly grasping the concept.

She sat without fear. Doug would never make her demonstrate this item! Would he?

Douglas was in "showman" form once again. He held out a hand to Dr. Peter Whitford and invited him up on stage as the "expert" spokesman for the thermometer. Whitford was a pale, red-haired man with gold wire-rimmed glasses, and a lanky body. He worked for the University of London, and led their sleep research institute. He buttoned his jacket and approached the stage.

This was the first time Douglas had ever brought a member of the audience up on stage. But, Doug's unique verbal skills allowed him to be introduced into the seminar seamlessly. "Well, thanks again for throwing me that 'life-saver'. But, since you are the 'local' expert on this device... I am going to put you to work up here."

Whitford smiled and let his eyes take a little peek at Kimberly. She was so damn hot! Why were none of his research subjects ever like her? Back home, at London University, he ran an experimental sleep chamber where test subjects were paid a small sum to sleep in a controlled environment. He would track breathing, heart rate and body temperature throughout the night. The subjects always hated the part about sleeping with the cold sensor up their ass, but they'd all admit that it wasn't so bad afterwards, once they had gotten used to it.