The Checkup

Purveyor of Sin

The Checkup

Dr. Elena Vasquez glanced at the chart clipped to her desk, her dark eyes scanning the intake form. Male, eighteen years old, routine physical examination. She set the clipboard down and smoothed her white coat, the fabric crisp against her navy blouse. The top two buttons were undone, professional enough for the clinic but showing a hint of the curves beneath.

Her heels clicked against the tile as she crossed to the door, pulling it open.

"Daniel Matthews?"

The boy in the waiting room jerked his head up, his face flushing instantly. He stood, his movements awkward, his backpack clutched against his chest like a shield. Acne dotted his jawline, his hair still damp from what she guessed was a hasty shower before the appointment.

"Y-yeah. That's me."

Elena stepped aside, gesturing him in with a warm smile. "Come on in, Daniel. I'm Dr. Vasquez."

He shuffled past her, his gaze locked on the floor, his shoulders hunched. She caught the faint scent of body spray, too much of it, and suppressed the urge to comment. Teenage boys. Always the same.

The door clicked shut behind them.

"Have a seat on the exam table," Elena said, motioning to the paper-covered surface. "We'll just go over a few questions first, then I'll do the physical portion. Sound good?"

"Uh-huh."

Daniel perched on the edge of the table, his hands gripping the sides, his knuckles white. His gaze flickered to her, then away, then back, his eyes lingering just a second too long on her chest before darting to the wall.

Elena pulled her rolling stool closer, ...