The New Neighbor Pt. 06

"Yes, yes it is. Ms. V. has a lot of cool things about her," Rosanna snorted, slightly.

"Yeah, she took me to a club last night. It was absolutely incredible!"

Amber smiled slightly as she thought about it. She started to get anxious, wondering how thorough of a checkup this would be and wondered if they would be able to tell she had sex the night before.

"Ah, the Blue Haze!" Rosanna nodded, knowingly.

"Yeah, that's the place. I had never been to anything like it," Amber confirmed.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be going back as Ms. V. practically owns the place and she always hosts events there. I believe something's going to take place, sometime soon, because there's a flood of Ms. V.'s out of town people coming in for checkups."

Amber furrowed her brow.

"I thought some guy owned the club? And why are people coming in for checkups? Did someone get sick?"

She was shaking her head, innocently prodding Rosanna for as much information as possible. Rosanna's green eyes were sparkling and mischievous looking. Clearly, the nurse was a gossip! Rosanna checked over her shoulder, as if to make sure no one would overhear, and scooted a little closer to Amber.

"Well, I really don't have time to get into it, too much, but I'll give you the synopsis. Raul owns the club but he's not the most fiscally responsible guy. Trust me, I know, all too well!"

Rosanna rolled her eyes, dramatically, as she scooted even closer to Amber with the clipboard on her lap.

"Ms. V. hosts some of her wild, private parties there and, basically, the money she pays for those nights and her extra tipping for the better staff members, is probably the only reason the place is still open!"

Amber nodded her head and watched as Rosanna pulled out some medical tools from a nearby drawer, apparently setting up the area for the doctor, as she continued gabbing.

"As for everyone coming to visit, that's because Ms. V. is pretty thorough. She makes everyone provide a recent medical record of being completely clean before they can attend one of her major events."

"Oh. Well, that's actually pretty smart and reassuring."

Amber was happy to hear this information. At the same time, it launched her imagination into hyper speed, wondering what might go on at those events.

"Oh, honey, Ms. V. is probably the smartest and most organized person there. It's why she's so successful! She just has a way with knowing people."

"So, how did she get started in all of this? I actually have a ton of questions, to be honest."

Amber gave a small smile, hoping to get some more answers.

"Girl, don't even get me started. We don't have time, and this is definitely not the place. You don't really know anyone in the area, yet, right? I'll give you my number and maybe we can go grab a drink or something. I'm sure you could use a somewhat 'normal' social setting. Some girl time? We can talk then."

"Yeah, that would be nice, actually," Amber nervously giggled.

Rosanna gave a big smile back and then cleared her throat.

"Ok! Well, let's get started. I'm going to fill out this paperwork first and then I'll get your vitals. So I have only a few questions for you."

The nurse was clicking her pen open. Amber gulped and answered the questions quietly but honestly. They were the typical questions, at first, the date of her last menstrual cycle, if she was sexually active, etc.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" Rosanna casually asked as she was scribbling down Amber's previous answers.

Amber quietly gasped and quickly tried to hide her shocked expression. Luckily, Rosanna's emerald eyes were looking down at the clipboard. Rosanna's impatience quickly set in, however, as she started to tap her pen and looked up at Amber after mere seconds of silence.

"No."

Amber was looking down and to the side. Her fingers were gripping the edge of the exam chair/bed and she could feel her cheeks starting to burn as the light freckles on her face probably started to disappear by fading into her rosy blush.

"You can be honest! You really need to. Trust me, I've seen all sorts of people here so you can relax. There's nothing to worry about."

Rosanna smiled, revealing her slightly gapped teeth, and tried creating a calm environment, to help relax Amber, by rolling back on her chair, thus putting more space between them.

"Take a deep breath and breathe. When was the last time you visited an OB-GYN?"

"Probably about six months ago. I try to visit after every sexual partner or so," Amber answered, meekly.

She found a poster to focus her eyes on as her whole body was getting hot with nervous flush. She hated going to the doctor because she felt so vulnerable, yet, Amber could feel herself getting wet and she started thinking of Raphael and the night before. It was the first time she had sex since her last doctor's visit.

She would have gone to the doctor herself, soon, but wasn't given the chance. The surprise visit made her uncomfortable but, for some reason, Amber could feel her wetness continue to increase which, knowing that a doctor was going to be between her legs, soon, made her even more nervous. Then Rosanna interrupted Amber's wandering mind.

"That's very good! It's important to get your checkups. Do you regularly practice safe sex?"

Amber's mind instantly flashed back, again, to the night before and the image of her pantyhose being ripped open, by Ms. V., and then Raphael fucking her silly and exposing her breasts. It was hard to forget Raphael's thick cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He was completely bare, fucking her raw! She usually used condoms because she wasn't on any sort of birth control. Amber cleared her throat.

"I usually do but not always."

Amber felt naughty, but in a good way, as the warmth between her legs intensified.

"Ok. Now, back to the other question. Have you ever had anal sex?"

Rosanna was peering, intensely, in Amber's direction with her pen hovering over her clipboard.

"No. Never," Amber answered, honestly.

"Really?!"

Rosanna's beautiful eyes widened drastically. She was genuinely surprised. The nurse quickly scanned through some of the paperwork.

"And you're 23? I guess you're still young but, alright?!"

Rosanna laughed as she wrote more onto the clipboard.

"Ok, Amber. Final question before I start taking your measurements and what-not. What is your sexual orientation?"

Rosanna sat with her legs crossed and pen poised.

"Excuse me?" Amber laughed.

Rosanna gave an impatient sigh as she noisily rolled around in a small radius of the floor, clicking her pen while doing so.

"Would you say you like boys or girls? Or maybe both?" Rosanna explained.

Amber tried to keep a light tone, not wanting to seem confrontational.

"I understood the question. I just don't understand the relevancy?"

"It's for your record. Ms. V. comes to us for a reason, honey. Everything is confidential and anonymous but Ms. V. has us keep a profile of her 'friends' or 'clients', or 'whatever'. She's the only one who sees it though, it's like a database to use so she can set people up with their specific preferences. I'm telling you, she's some sort of genius! I just can't decide if she's good or evil!"

Rosanna had dramatic gestures as she spoke, along with her ponytail flipping about so Amber tried to remain neutral.

"Wow! I guess that's smart. I just feel it's a little invasive," Amber tried to give a giggle.

"It can be a little much for some folks. So, what's your answer?"

Rosanna had a slightly negative tone in her voice.

"Well, what are my options?" Amber breezily retorted.

"I have a few boxes to check here. Straight, gay, bisexual and other, meaning whatever creative shit you can come up with!" Rosanna seemed a little sassy.

"Go ahead and check bisexual and other. I'd like to give myself a little wiggle room," Amber boldly stated.

Her blue eyes were playful but intense. She wondered what sort of notes Rosanna was scribbling to put in Amber's profile.

"Fine. Whatever you want, I guess!" Rosanna's voice was dripping with cynicism.

"I'm just saying I don't want to label myself. That can be so tiring," Amber said, trying to recover the mood.

"Oh, yes, it can be. I'm exhausted, honestly. Trust me, keeping up with all of these types of people can be very tiring. It never stops! Especially when your best friend is overly jealous and Raul is so damn frustrating, he hates that I'm here. I feel so overwhelmed, sometimes! Pretty much all of the time, actually!" Rosanna ranted and gushed like a broken dam.

She was trying to laugh off her response once she realized she was getting too personal but it only expressed more of her stress and her laugh seemed a little creepy and subtly hysterical. Amber had no idea what she was talking about. Rosanna tried to collect herself.

"I know I'm rambling but I'm kind of going through a weird time. Ms. V. hasn't brought in a new client in for a while, either, especially not someone so young! Sometimes I feel like there's no one to talk to."

"I'm sorry to hear that. We really should go get that drink, sometime. It would probably do us both a lot of good."

Amber used soothing tones and, interestingly enough, trying to calm the escalating nurse was making Amber forget about her own nerves. Rosanna chuckled and relaxed her visibly tense body a little.

"I really would like that. Girl time!" Rosanna showed her gapped-tooth smile again.

The nurse then started to wrap a Velcro band around Amber's arm, taking note of Amber's blood pressure, then her temperature, etc.

"Ok, everything seems good so I'm going to input this into the computer. While I'm doing that, you can change into a gown then I'll get your weight and height. The doctor will be in shortly."

Rosanna pulled out a hospital gown from a nearby cabinet, handed it to Amber and turned around on the rolling chair with her clipboard in one hand and the other hand on the computer mouse, clicking away and becoming engrossed in the computer. Amber hesitated and stared at the back of Rosanna's head. She didn't want to be there but, realizing her position, she knew what was happening and it was too late to back out. Rosanna stopped her typing, glanced over her shoulder and pointed at a large, nearby shelf as Amber started to kick off her sneakers.

"You can put your clothes on that shelf over there."

"Should I get completely naked?" Amber nervously asked.

"Yeah. That's kind of the point."

Rosanna kept switching between being friendly and cold. It seemed as though she cycled through weird moods. Amber wordlessly undressed until she was completely naked, neatly folded her clothes and put them where Rosanna had pointed. She then pulled the bluish-green hospital gown on and, even though she tried to tie the strings, the back was open. A cool shiver went up Amber's legs as she stood, barefoot and naked, except for the gown, on the cold tile.

"Alright, let's get your height and weight."

Rosanna stood and, with an audible exhale, walked over toward the scale in the corner. Amber stepped onto the large, metal scale and watched the bars start to bobble as Rosanna fiddled with the sliders until she received an accurate reading. Rosanna pointed with her pen and then scribbled more onto the clipboard.

"One hundred twenty-six pounds. Step here so I can get your height."

Amber followed instructions and went to stand under the height chart.

"Just barely under five foot five inches. Well, alrighty!"

Rosanna clicked her pen shut and went back to sit on the rolling chair. Rosanna had a thin torso, a fairly flat chest and an incredibly wide set of hips and padded ass that was hanging over each side of the chair.

"You can sit back down, the doctor will be in soon."

Amber sat on the exam chair/bed, the sanitary paper making noise in the process, and tried to stay as still as possible as she watched Rosanna from the rear, again. Rosanna started typing on the computer's keyboard, the computer dinged, sending Rosanna's fingers into a flurry, then the computer dinged again and Rosanna slowly turned her chair toward the office door and stood up. As she was walking to the door, there was a knock on it and the attractive nurse opened the door for the doctor.

He was a very attractive man, probably in his fifty's, possibly older, and in good health. Amber was immediately reminded of the late Rajesh Khanna. The doctor had warm, dark, golden brown skin and bright eyes that vividly stood out underneath his thick, dark eyebrows. His nose was broad and perfectly straight and his face was aging well, the few wrinkles his face had formed made him look gentle and friendly.

"Hello, Amber. I'm Dr. Chitta Singh."

He approached with a pleasant smile and an extended hand, which Amber accepted, and engaged in the handshake with a firm grip, pumping her hand one and a half times. The doctor had surprisingly large, warm, smooth hands, with a slight callousness to the touch, which felt delightful in Amber's grasp. Rosanna handed the clipboard over to the doctor and he nodded his head as he quickly skimmed through the notes. Amber watched his eyes, though she kept her head slightly turned down, careful to avoid getting caught while obviously staring. She was wondering what Rosanna had written as the nurse seemed to be somewhat unstable and unpredictable.

"Everything looks good. So, Amber, do you have any questions for me?" he said clearly, though with a subtle accent.

She tried to keep her tone light.

"Well, I'm not even sure what all you're doing or checking, today. I wasn't given much information before coming here."

Amber slightly picked at her nails, her eyes looking everywhere except into the doctor's gaze as she was wondering what Ms. V. and Raphael were doing in the waiting room. Amber thought back to Raphael's empathic look and how it seemed as if he had been trying to give her a final bit of comfort before going into the doctor's office. She wished she had met Raphael's gaze and looked deeply into his chocolate eyes or even squeezed his hand but it was too late as she was peeking at the doctor whose calculating eyes were finishing flipping through her paperwork. He looked up with detached professionalism.

"Today's examination is going to consist of a basic physical, a Pap smear and a STD screening. There will also be a couple of other things, for Ms. V.'s documentation, but I'll explain them as we get to them."

Amber nodded meekly then felt like she could feel the doctor peering deeply inside of her as he started checking her ears and eyes with a light. He checked her reflexes which made her giggle, slightly, because it tickled and, every once in a while, he would scribble something on the clipboard. Amber could feel Rosanna constantly staring as she hovered behind him.

"Alright, I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs now," Dr. Singh said.

As he adjusted his stethoscope, he slipped the cool metal through the opening of the hospital gown onto Amber's bare back causing her to gasp slightly.

"Sorry, if it's a little cold," he chuckled and then put one of his warm hands on her back.

"Take a deep breath for me, Amber."

She did as she was told, filling her lungs to their capacity.

"Now exhale."

Dr. Singh was quiet but assertive. He moved the stethoscope around her back, listening to her breathing.

"Very good! Do another deep breath just like that, for me."

His voice was deep and his subtle accent was alluring. He quickly slipped the stethoscope down the front of her hospital gown, beneath her collarbone, and placed the metal part on the top of her large, DDD breast. It still felt cold against her warm skin, causing her areola to start shrinking and her nipple to get hard.

"Your heart is really pounding! Feeling a little nervous?"

Dr. Singh's eyes were smiling. His warm hand was still resting on Amber's bare back.

"Yeah, a little. Sorry."

Amber felt herself blush.

"Nothing to apologize about. It's normal."

Amber glanced at Rosanna, who had a strange smirk and was still staring at her, as the doctor started to take his stethoscope off while turning to the countertop.

"Most of Ms. V.'s friends aren't very shy, though," Rosanna stated, showing her gapped-tooth smile.

"Now, you know that's not always the case," Dr. Singh politely corrected her.

He gave Amber a reassuring smile, she quietly cleared her throat and went back to scanning the various posters on the wall. She could feel Rosanna's emerald eyes burning into her skin as Dr. Singh started to wash his hands in the nearby sink, the faint scent of antibacterial soap filled the room.

"I'm sure she'll help you break out of your shell, whether you're ready or not!" Rosanna said in an odd tone.

Rosanna reminded Amber of the vindictive, bully-type girls in high school. She tried to ignore the comments and conversations that were happening around her and, truthfully, she was trying her hardest to disappear. Dr. Singh looked at Rosanna harshly but spoke in soft tones.

"Everyone gets a little nervous while visiting the doctor, regardless of their history."

Amber was trying to avoid eye contact, or looking at either of them in general, but she couldn't help but observe a knowing glance exchanged between the doctor and nurse. Dr. Singh changed his tone and energy in such a way that cut off any further conversation.

"Nothing wrong with being shy but we are getting to a more intimate part of the exam. Feel free to stop me with questions or if you feel uncomfortable at any point."

"Ok, sounds good," Amber tried to sound confident and bubbly.

Dr. Singh looked at her with cold eyes. Not a harsh expression, however, it just seemed as if he was disinterested in her attempt at friendliness. He pressed on with no hesitation.

"Do you perform at-home breast exams?"

Amber felt her face flushing into a brighter cherry red.

"Sometimes. I'm not exactly positive what I'm looking for but I try to do it somewhat often."

Rosanna was staring at Amber's large breasts as Amber spoke. Her embarrassment grew and she ultimately wanted to slide off of the exam chair/bed and crawl out of the door. Amber knew she was about to be touched and exposed even further and she wasn't sure how she felt about the situation. Once again, she was out of her comfort zone. Ever since meeting Ms. V., Amber has found herself in all sorts of weird situations.

"Rosanna will help you with this. I would recommend coming back, or to any other doctor, for a mammogram sometime, soon. It never hurts to check!" Dr. Singh said.

His warm smile and gestures helped guide the flow of the exam room. Rosanna was standing and walking toward her.

"She'll help you with the breast exam, while I input some of this data into the computer, and I'll get everything set up for the other tests."

Dr. Singh had his back to Amber as he sat on the rolling chair and, almost immediately, tapping of the keyboard could be heard. Rosanna was standing next to the doctor's exam chair/bed, where Amber was sitting, and spoke in a firm voice.

"We need to pull the gown down around your waist. I'll help you untie the back and then you lean forward."

Her purple scrubs made her green eyes stand out, vividly. Amber wordlessly did as she was told by clumsily reaching behind her back but Rosanna was already there and untying the loose knot Amber had made. The fabric of the hospital gown squeezed past her ample breasts, causing them to bounce slightly, as Rosanna quickly and smoothly pushed the shoulders of the gown further down and off of her arms, revealing Amber's breasts.

The extra fabric stayed bunched up by Amber's hips, gathering around her thighs, as her calves and feet hung over the edge of the exam chair/bed. Her long, thick, heavy and curly hair was scattered across her collarbone and back. Amber kept biting her bottom lip from each side like a nervous tick.