Sarah shook hands with the recruiter.

“That’s all for now. I imagine we’ll be in touch next week.”

“Oh that’s so soon — great, thank you!” Sarah smiled, she was relieved the interview had gone well and her practised answers came out with confidence.

“There’s been a group of you here today as the company is looking for about seven people to build this new team. We’re making sure they have the best candidates who will be able to start immediately and grow the division efficiently, we’re hoping all seven places will go to candidates we put forward.”

“That’s good to know.” Sarah was so pleased — she had just left university and the graduate job market wasn’t promising — this job seemed like a perfect opportunity.

The recruiter stood up and Sarah did too, they started walking towards the door behind the recruiter’s desk.

“As we’ve had to process everyone so rapidly, the company has agreed to reduce the standards of the pre-employment physical exam so that workers can get into their jobs promptly.”

“Oh that’s good news.”

“So your medical exam will be much shorter than normal.” Sarah was relieved — she’d been a bit anxious about having an examination, the relief must have showed in her face. The recruiter opened the door. In the corridor behind was a bench with four other smartly dressed women sitting waiting. “We’ll be examining you as a group to get all the paperwork done in time.”

Sarah faltered. “Oh… I… uh….” The recruiter frowned.

“Each of you will be examined individually by a nurse but the whole process will be overseen by a single doctor — it reduces the amount of time expensive doctors have to spend on this occupational health assessment but also ensures the nurses are properly supervised.” That didn’t seem so bad to Sarah so she smiled politely and nodded. The recruiter handed her a file and disappeared back into her office, Sarah took her seat at the end of the bench.

She felt too awkward to make eye contact with the other women and so she busied herself looking through the file which seemed to contain all of her medical records since birth. She marvelled at the modern technology that allowed the company to pull all the data, whilst feeling embarrassed that they were able to see all her private information.

A door at the end of the corridor opened and a brown haired nurse in blue scrubs walked towards the waiting women.

“Good afternoon, if you’d like to come this way please.” She led them down the hallway to a changing room and handed them each a paper gown and a plastic re-sealable bag. “Please put your clothes including your bras and in a locker. Please put your underpants in the plastic bag and seal it. You should put on your gown, it ties at the back.”

She left before anyone could ask a question. There were no curtains or cubicles and everyone stood still, frozen with embarrassment.

“Well this is a bit fucked up!” A blonde woman who looked in her late twenties laughed. The others snickered, Sarah was worried that the medical staff might overhear. The woman who had made the remark started unbuttoning her silk blouse and soon everyone got on with the business of undressing,: putting on their gowns first and sliding their panties off once afterwards on for modesty. They were all storing their clothes when the nurse returned.

“Hurry up and line up in front of me now, bring your plastic bags and medical files.” She called, not aggressively but with clear authority. She pulled a marker out of her pocket and held out her hand expectantly. The blonde woman was first to hand her bag and file over, the nurse wrote a number “1” on her bag, her file and then leaned towards the blonde woman. Everyone gaped as the nurse wrote a large number “1” on the blonde’s forehead as well. She moved onto the next woman, a black girl around Sarah’s age and did the same with the number “2”. “We have very little time so you’ll be referred to by the number on your head. We really need you all to co-operate and be as responsive as possible if we’re going to get the procedures done on time. The marker will come off easily with a wipe once we’re done.”

The other women’s faces mirrored how Sarah felt — this seemed very dehumanising. The marker felt cold on her skin, making her shudder.

“We don’t have time to take extensive pelvic samples today so we’ll be testing your underwear for discharge and bacteria.” As embarrassing as this was, Sarah consoled herself that this probably meant the examination wouldn’t be too intimate. “OK, follow me now.”

She marched the women down the corridor to a room with a sign reading “Group Physical Stations” on the door. Sarah mused that this must be what a military entrance exam would be like — luckily she was determined to get the job. The room was large with white walls and a beige tiled floor. There were five red lines duct taped onto the floor with a chair next to each line, and a series of tables with medical equipment and paperwork.

“Each of you stand on a line. Please wait facing the door with your feet shoulder-width apart.” The nurse turned and left the room as the women shuffled towards the red lines; Sarah stood with her feet apart, as instructed, and fidgeted with her hands. Looking sideways, she saw that, in addition to the black girl (2) and the woman with blonde hair (1), there was another woman who seemed under thirty, she was quite tall and well built and had short brown hair (4). There was also a woman who seemed older, perhaps early forties, who was petite and had mousy, curly hair (5).

The door opened and in walked an older, grey haired woman in a white coat followed by three female nurses in blue scrubs and two male nurses in green scrubs. They were followed by the nurse the women had already met and a tall man in white trousers and a white tshirt, he was very muscular with a shaved head and a smirk on his face.

“Afternoon ladies.” The doctor boomed. “My name is Professor Oliver and these are the nursing staff whom I am supervising whilst they examine you. Let’s get started. Please bend forward, putting your hands on your knees. You, FOUR, you were told to have your feet shoulder width apart.” The tall woman seemed to jump. “Any failure to comply and we shall have to dismiss you, we just don’t have time for nonsense today.” Sarah bit her lip and bent forward, clawing at her knees with anxiety. Glancing up she saw a nurse approach each of the women — she felt silly but she inwardly groaned when a male nurse approached her. The nurse who had brought them to the room and the man who seemed to be some sort of orderly sat down in chairs next to the doctor on the other side of the tables. They seemed to be pulling files out to make notes.

Sarah battled not to shy away as the male nurse started raking through her hair.

“ONE!” Called the Doctor, “Negative” replied a female nurse.

“TWO” “Negative”

“THREE” “Negative” called Sarah’s nurse

“FOUR” “Negative”

“FIVE” “Negative”

The nurses collectively took a step back. “Stand up girls” Called the doctor. Sarah didn’t appreciate them being referred to as girls but was relieved to stand up straight.

“No lice here. Tie your hair back into a pony tail.” The male nurse pressed an elastic band into her hand. Sarah blushed, she couldn’t believe they’d just been examined for lice! They were clearly professional, hygienic women! What an embarrassment. The nurses fetched blood pressure cuffs and proceeded to monitor each woman’s blood pressure.

“ANYONE’S BLOOD PRESSURE HIGH OR LOW?” The Doctor called. “NO” the nurses called back in unison.

“Very good. Next is temperatures. Turn around girls, put your hands and elbows on the seat of the chairs.” The women turned and bent down. Sarah made the mistake of looking sideways and catching 2’s eye. They both looked back down at their hands in embarrassment. Sarah’s nurse came up behind her and pulled up her gown, Sarah was too shocked to move but she heard 1 say “HEY!”

“ONE this is your last warning, any further delays and you’ll be dismissed.” The doctor barked as Sarah shivered from the feeling of the cold air on her thighs and bottom — the gown had been pulled right up at the waist, completely exposing her.

“THREE, spread your legs wider.” She gulped, realising the doctor was speaking to her. She inched her feet further apart. The male nurse was now using his left hand to pull her left butt cheek to one side and was pressing a slimy, cold glass thermometer into her asshole. She couldn’t help but resist — he jabbed it in harder and she felt it slide past her sphincter. The male nurse stepped back.

The wait seemed interminable. Sarah wanted to squirm but was scared the thermometer would fall right out. What a sight for the staff behind — five naked asses in the air, thermometers protruding from their anuses, a slight view of their vaginas underneath.

The nurses stepped forward again. Sarah’s nurse rubbed his hand down her spine from her neck right to her tailbone. Suddenly, the thermometer was yanked out, roughly.

“ONE” “normal”

“TWO” “normal”

“THREE” “normal”

“FOUR” “normal”

“FIVE” “normal”

“ANY SCOLIOSIS?” “Negative” the nurses called in unison.

“Excellent!” The doctor called. “Stand up and turn around.” We would have had to send anyone with a fever home so this makes things easier. “Hold your gowns up at the waist and put your right foot on the seat of your chair.” Sarah complied, she was embarrassed that she could see so much of 2’s Ass and Pussy as all the women turned to face in the same direction. The orderly stood up with a flashlight in his hand. He went to 1 first, crouched down slightly and shone the torch onto her crotch. Then he did the same to 2, then came to Sarah, she caught his eye and he smiled at her, she went purple. He must have done the same to 4 and 5 because he then said “One front, Five front and back.”

Nurses laid large plastic trays next to 1 and 5.

“2, 3, 4 you may sit on your chairs. 1 and 5 please stand in your tray and hold your gown up around your waist. Stand with your legs as far apart as you can within the tray. Victor will need to shear your pubic hair because it is too long for our examination. We won’t be able to shave you completely but it’ll be sufficient for today’s purposes.” Sarah sat down, realising she was shaking slightly. She could tell from 1’s body language that she was about to protest and mentally willed her to keep her mouth shut so she didn’t lose her chance at the job; another part of her willed one of the women to object and call an end to this whole charade.

The women complied, however. Victor fired up some electric clippers, knelt down and began shaving the hair on number 1’s pubic mound. Sarah couldn’t help but stare, she couldn’t see much but she could see chunks of hair falling down and being collected in the tray. Victor stood up. A nurse approached number one with a wet flannel and let her wipe herself down whilst Victor walked over to 5.

“ONE sit down” the doctor called. Victor began shaving 5’s pubic hair. He stood up then said “turn around, bend over and use both hands to spread your buttocks as wide as you can.” 5 turned around slowly and bent over, Sarah heard her sniff and realised she was crying. 5 was the eldest and clearly had the most pubic hair, Sarah was glad she had received laser treatment last year, leaving only a small landing strip — how embarrassing for these other women!

“FIVE take a seat” called the doctor. “ONE stand up and come here.” She pointed to a height measure. 1’s nurse accompanied her and pushed her gently against the wall. “167 cm” called out the nurse.

“ONE, place your gown on your chair and stand on the scales, TWO, stand and get your height measured.” The women gasped. Would 1 follow orders? But she did. She slung the gown, slightly sullenly, on her chair and went and stood completely naked on the scales where her nurse was waiting, whilst 2 had her height measured, called out and recorded. Everyone heard 1’s nurse call out “66 kilos”.

Then it was Sarah’s turn to have her height measured, she got the chance to take a proper look at her male nurse — he was a little taller than her, of Indian or Pakistani origin and had a thin face. He wasn’t ugly but she felt relieved she wasn’t attracted to him, given that he was about to weigh her.

As she took off her gown she instinctively held one arm over her boobs and one over her crotch for modesty; when she stood on the scales however, her nurse told her to stand with her arms by her side. She felt so vulnerable and embarrassed but realised that the other girls would have barely heard the nurse call out “58 kilos” such was the atmosphere in the room.

She walked back to her chair, head down, and put her gown back on. 5 was the final woman to be weighed, (54 kilos) and walk back to her chair, Sarah couldn’t help but notice her newly shorn pubic region was a bit pink. She blushed for even noticing.

“Stand up, gowns off. Feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your heads.” Sarah’s toes wiggled in anxiety on the red line. The was the most vulnerable she had felt so far, he whole body exposed. She noticed, Victor the orderly taking in each woman’s naked body. The grey haired doctor just seemed busy making notes but the female nurse who was assisting her also seemed to be drinking in the whole spectacle. The nurses approached them with a measuring tape in hand, the male nurse wrapped it around Sarah’s waist hold the end to a number where her belly button was.

“GIRTH ONE” The doctor called “90 cm” the nurse at the end called.

“TWO” “75”

“THREE” 82″

“FOUR” “99”

“FIVE” “80”

Sarah felt her eyes well up. She would always have imagined being more sensitive about her weight but hearing the “girth” measurements one after the other felt so degrading and embarrassing.

“GOWNS ON SIT DOWN” The doctor called. “”ONE and FOUR, you need to lose weight. You both appear heavy on the eye and the numbers tell the same story. We don’t have time to measure your body fat percentage today but you other three ladies could also do with toning it up — hit the gym and tighten up.” 4 seemed to be crying too now. The nurses approached, each with a medical light which they shone in the women’s eyes.

“OPEN YOUR MOUTHS AS WIDE AS YOU CAN.” The doctor barked. The male nurse used a tongue depressor to push Sarah’s tongue down, far more roughly than she’d ever had a doctor treat her whilst he shone a torch down her throat. He then felt her teeth and gums with his gloved fingers before examining her neck for swollen glands. Pushing her forehead back, he shone the light up her nose, then he screwed on an attachment to the light and looked in her ears.

“ONE” “Clear”

“TWO” “Poor oral hygiene”

“THREE” “Clear”

“FOUR” “Clear, no tonsils”

“FIVE” “Clear, no tonsils”

“TWO — we’ll give you a pamphlet on oral hygiene before you leave. We expect to see improvement.” Sarah stared at her hands which were balled into fists in her lap. She was upset at having her figure criticised but indignant on behalf of the other women who were also being insulted.

“Fold down the top halves of your gowns and put your hands behind yourheads.” Sarah couldn’t believe that she was going to have her boobs examined by a man in front of so many people. He palpated each breast in turn, as she would have expected but then placed his hands underneath, seemingly weighing one boob in each hand. Then he pulled a ruler out of his pocket and crouched down so he was at eye level with her boobs, holding the ruler up, Sarah realised he was seeing how symmetrical her breasts and nipples were! He finally pulled on each nipple in a milking motion.

“ONE.” “Silicon implants, symmetrical, healthy.”

“TWO” “Symmetrical, healthy.”

“THREE” “Asymmetrical nipples, healthy.”

“FOUR” “Symmetrical, healthy.”

“FIVE” “Post-lactation, symmetrical, healthy.”

Sarah had turned purple again. Her nipples weren’t that asymmetrical. Still, she consoled herself, at least she hadn’t been shaved!

“Gowns up!” The doctor called. The nurses walked to the back of the room and each came forward with a bed pan. “Stand up so the nurses can place the bed pans on your chairs, sit on the bed pan with your knees as far apart as you can and produce a urine sample. If you can’t produce one, you will have to stay at the end and produce one via a catheter at extra cost to yourselves.”

Sarah had guessed this was coming — a drugs test was a more standard element of a pre-employment physical — but couldn’t believe this was so public. She was sure she wouldn’t be able to pee in front of an audience — even worse, the nurse had squatted down at eye level and was eyeballing her private parts, waiting for her to go. Luckily, 4 started peeing and suddenly Sarah relaxed and found she was able to go. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to pretend she was elsewhere.

It seemed everyone had finished pissing into their bedpan. “STAND UP, the nurses will hand you a wipe. Wipe yourselves clean and place the wipes in this bin.” Sarah opened her eyes to see the doctor gesturing to a bin next to her desk. The women trooped over, all of them seeming completely defeated, whilst Victor collected their bedpans, placed them on a trolley and wheeled them out of the room.

“Bend over your chairs now.” The doctor said, surprisingly quietly. “We usually would perform enemas and do a full gut biome analysis but won’t have time today. The nurses will insert an anoscope into your rectums and use a swab to take a stool sample.” This was pretty disgusting, thought Sarah, as she bent double, how could it be hygienic to do this all at once? She felt the nurse whip up her gown.

“REACH BACK AND SPREAD THOSE CHEEKS!” The doctor bellowed, clearly no longer at all sensitive to the circumstances. “You may feel like you’re going to have a bowel movement but you won’t, the sensation will pass in a few seconds.”

Sarah felt her asshole pucker as she exposed it. To her shock, the nurse jammed a lube finger right up her Ass, wriggling it around, right up to the knuckle. The sharp intakes of breath along the row suggested that the others had received the same fate. Then cold scratchy plastic was pressing at her asshole, eventually probing all the way up inside her, deeper than the finger and being cranked open half an inch. The nurse, started poking about inside with a swab. Sarah felt her sphincter muscles trying to contract around the plastic anoscope which seemed to be getting Hot inside of her.

The women couldn’t see but Victor had reentered the room, he surveyed the women’s spread assholes. The anoscopes each had a flashlight attached to them by a cable so each woman’s anus was being lit up bright pink. He slowly wheeled the trolley over to 1, taking in each spread and humiliated woman, having her shit swabbed out of her Ass into a plastic sample jar. The nurses closed the sample jars tight and put them on Victor’s trolley, then they each went to dispose of their plastic anoscopes in a medical waste bin.

Sarah wanted to stand up, she was getting tired of being bent over, but her nurse reappeared behind her, she heard him changing gloves.

“Ladies it’s nearly the final part of the exam, we will check your pelvic and rectal tone. Stay in your position, you do not need to spread your cheeks.” Sarah was sure the doctor was smirking when she said the last part. She felt two index fingers enter her Vagina. She could tell they were lubed but she was surprised that she herself was actually quite wet — she had hated every moment of the exam but clearly the anticipation had aroused her subconscious. The nurse was probing pretty roughly, she felt she was being finger fucked rather than receiving a pelvic exam. He pressed his two fingers as deep inside her as they could go.

“SQUEEZE around the finger!” The doctor shouted, Sarah felt resentful that she had two fingers inside her but clenched as hard as she could.