The College Handyman
	A lot of guys worked their way through college, but I doubt if any of 
them had a job as good as mine.  About midway through my second year, my funds 
were beginning to run short and I knew I had to take on a part-time job to help 
make ends meet.  I checked the job board at the student union building, but by 
this time of the school year, all the choice jobs had been taken.  I noticed 
one near the bottom that said College Handyman Needed.  I used to work 
construction during the summer so I figured what the heck, I'll give it a shot. 
 The job was sponsored by the college and consisted of getting a list of minor 
repairs from the head engineer in the morning, and doing the work when I wasn't 
in class.  This was great because I worked whatever hours I wanted, day or 
night; all I had to do was make sure the jobs were done.  Most of the jobs were 
little run of the mill repairs: fix a hinge, change a door knob, that kind of 
thing.  The thing was, in order to perform these repairs, I was given a set of 
keys that allowed me to open almost every lock on campus.  It was about two 
weeks into my new job that I realized what potential laid in those keys.
	I was given a work order to fix a burned out light bulb in the campus 
clinic one Friday, so I got my material and walked over to the clinic.  I 
walked in the front door and went up to the nurses station.  I asked what room 
the bulb was burned out in.  She said she'd have to ask the doctor and left the 
reception area.  While I waited for her, I turned around and noticed the 
waiting room was full of girls; not one guy.  It struck me as kind of odd, but 
I really didn't give it much thought, until I noticed the bulletin board: 
Fridays---Gynecological Appointments.  An alarm bell went off in my head.  My 
perverse mind began to wonder if I could put my easy access to any room on 
campus to some erotic use.  The nurse came back and said the storeroom was 
where the burned out lamp was, and pointed me in that direction.  I repaired 
the lamp and left.
	Late that evening I returned to the clinic and used my keys to get me 
in.  The place was dark, but I knew just what I was looking for: An exam room 
that adjoined a closet or storeroom.  I wandered around the clinic, checking 
out each exam room, one by one.  After scouting them all out, I discovered that 
only one exam room had a table with stirrups that could be used for a pelvic 
exam.  I exited the exam room to see what laid on each side.  On one side were 
the stairs, but luckily on the other was the electric closet.  Perfect.  I 
carefully searched the exam room for a place I could make a small hole in the 
wall.  There was a spot right under the paper towel dispenser that would work 
great.  It was below eye level, so no one would see it, and it faced the foot 
of the exam table.  I took out my knife and made a small hole in the wall and 
then pushed in through the other sheet of drywall.  I went into the electric 
closet and made a larger opening so I could peek through and see almost the 
entire exam room.  The trap was set, all I had to do was wait.
	Late the next Thursday evening, I went back over to the clinic to make 
everything was O.K.  I checked the exam room; no problem, the little hole was 
still there.  Before I left, I decided to check out the appointment book to see 
what time the fun would begin and who would be there for it.  The 
gynecologist's first appointment was at 10:00 A.M.   That works, I thought.  
Now, who's on the menu?  Kelly Anderson. Cynthia Peters.  Rebecca Chase. Laura 
Thompson. LAURA THOMPSON!  I couldn't believe my eyes!  She was that statuesque 
blonde cheerleader I had only admired from afar.  Every guy on campus had tried 
to get into her shorts without luck.  This was going to be great.
	Friday couldn't come soon enough, but finally it arrived.  I completed 
my to do list early in the morning and made tracks for the clinic.  I 
sheepishly entered the waiting room and went up to the reception desk.  I told 
the receptionist that I had some basic repairs to make and that I would be a 
while.  She didn't even look up, but told me to help myself.  Little did she 
know, I would.  Before I went into the back office area, a had to put a face on 
the names I had seen last night.  I turned around and gave a quick glance at 
the girls in the waiting area. There were two brunettes, one red head, and 
lastly, there was Miss Thompson.  I felt a swell in my pant as she looked up 
from the magazine she was reading.  She gave me a stuck-up look and returned to 
her reading.  Little did she know that I would soon be seeing her like no other 
guy on campus had.
	The receptionist called out for Kelly Anderson and one of the brunettes 
rose and went over to the desk.  She was about 5'5" 110 lbs., with short hair 
and was pretty cute.  I noticed she had a nice butt as she disappeared behind 
the office door leading to the back room.
	I turned and went into the back area and acted busy.  As soon as no one 
was in the hall, I quickly sneaked inside the electric closet and shut the 
door.  It was suddenly pitch black except for a shaft of light coming from a 
hole under one of the electric panels.  I locked the door to insure privacy and 
stepped over to the hole.  I bent down and slowly brought my eye up to the 
opening.  The sight that I saw I will never forget.  It was that brunette, 
Kelly Anderson, laying stark naked on the exam table with her feet up in the 
stirrups and her legs spread wide open!  Her pussy was yawning wide open and 
was clearly visible to me, as I crouched there, peeping in stunned silence.  
She had shaved her pubes into a thin mohawk that ran from the top of her slit 
up her pubis.  Who would have figured?  This was only the first of many 
discoveries I would make that year about how women keep their intimate areas 
groomed.   I almost forgot that there was going to be a doctor in the room with 
her, when he came into my view from the left.  He sat down at the foot of the 
table and began to manually examine her pussy.  He opened her vulva up 
repeatedly as if he was looking for some kind of lost treasure.  He then opened 
a drawer in the table between her legs and pulled out this silver, metallic 
instrument, I later found out was called a speculum.  He held it in his hand a 
minute and then brought it up to her pussy.  My eyes almost popped out of my 
head as I watched him spread her pussy open and stick this thing up into her 
vagina!  Then he opened it up and I damn near came in my pants.  Her pussy 
looked like it was stretched open to the max.  He then took a flashlight and 
peered up inside of her pussy for a while.  He then took a long cotton swab and 
stuck that up inside her.   Man, I thought, how much more shit is this guy 
going to stick up inside this girl's pussy?  He moved the stick around a bit 
and then pulled it out and wiped the tip in a little glass dish.  He then 
pulled out the speculum and put it on a portable table that was next to him.  
Thinking that this poor girl's indignities were over with, I was really amazed 
when he brought his hands back up to her violated pussy and spread it wide open 
with one hand.  He took his other hand and slowly stuck two fingers up inside 
her pussy and began to feel around.  I could tell that this chick was not 
enjoying this at all because she whimpered every now and then, cringing with 
her eyes.  Then he took his fingers out and stuck one of them up her asshole.  
This must have been the limit for this poor girl, because her ass rose right up 
off the table in response to his penetration of her bowels.  He brought his 
other hand up to her vagina and stuck two fingers back into it.  The way he was 
moving his fingers around inside her, it looked like he was trying to get the 
last olive out of a jar.  Finally he removed his fingers from her orifices and 
moved away from the table.  She sat up and hopped down off of the table, her 
little breasts bouncing as she hit the floor.  He left the room and she began 
to get dressed.
	I moved away from my little portal and just sat there in stunned 
disbelief.  Did all women have to go through this humiliating procedure?  Must 
be I thought.  Suddenly, the closet was thrown into darkness as someone had 
turned out the lights in the exam room.  All of this had to be saved for my 
later enjoyment, so I quickly developed another plan: My video camera.  I knew 
that Laura Thompson's appointment wasn't for another 30 minutes, so I quickly 
exited the closet and went out to the front desk.  I informed the receptionist 
that I had to go get some parts and sneaked a glance over to Laura as I left.  
As I ran back to my room, I kept imagining seeing that gorgeous cheerleader up 
on that table.  I quickly grabbed my video camera bag, shoved it in an empty 
box and ran full speed back to the clinic.  I entered the waiting room, hoping 
I was not too late.  I wasn't!  Laura was till there, reading away, along with 
the redhead.  Fantastic, I thought.  I'll film both of them!  I met the other 
brunette leaving the exam room on my way back to the electric closet.  Too late 
for that one, I thought, but I have bigger fish to fry.  I quickly slid into 
the closet and set up my equipment.  The exam room was dark, so I sat and 
waited in stealth.
	The exam room light turned on and I quickly brought the lens up to the 
opening and began to shoot.  The redhead entered the room and the nurse told 
her to undress and left.  So this must be Rebecca Peters, I thought.  I watched 
as she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing her light pink bra.  She had 
nice, full tits that almost spilled out of their cups as she bent over to take 
off her shoes.  Next was her jeans.  She unzipped them and slid them down her 
long legs, revealing a matching set of pink bikini briefs.  She reached behind 
her and unsnapped her bra and slid it down her arms.