Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 03

She went over to the exam room door, opened it a crack and peeked out. Maybe Dr. Brovachik hadn't gone that far and she could still call him back to the room and have him open the cabinet. She scanned the hallway but couldn't see any sign of him. She shut the door.

She looked around the room and saw the telephone sitting on the doctor's desk. She picked up the receiver and dialed zero to see what would happen. A woman's voice answered, greeting her unenthusiastically in Vulmonian. It sounded like it might possibly have been the receptionist she talked with when she first arrived at the hospital.

"Hello," Olivia blurted out. "I really need help. I just finished having an exam and the doctor left. But he put all my clothes up in a cabinet but the cabinet's locked and I don't have anything to wear and I really need someone with a key to come up here and ..."

"Wait, wait," the receptionist cut her off. "I cannot make sense of what you are saying. Please speak like a normal person," she said with a thick Vulmonian accent. "Where are you?"

"Exam room 1412."

"And what is your problem?" she asked with an uninterested sigh.

"The doctor accidentally locked my clothes in a cabinet."

"Which doctor?"

"Dr. Brovachik."

"Hmmm ..." There was a long pause and the clicking of a computer keyboard. Then finally, "According to the schedule, he's finished for the day. He's probably already headed home."

"How am I suppose to get my clothes out of the cabinet?" Olivia practically squealed.

"We have extra keys down here in the office" the receptionist informed her. Olivia exhaled with relief. "You can come down here, borrow the key, get your belongings and then return the key before you leave the hospital. Alright?"

"But I don't have any clothes!" Olivia exclaimed.

"So ..." The receptionist sounded completely apathetic.

Olivia was getting angry and frustrated. She had trouble keeping her voice calm. "So, if you want me to go down to the office on the first floor to get the key, you're going to need to send someone up here with a hospital gown or a lab coat or a robe or a towel or ..."

"You listen to me, spoiled American girl," the receptionist growled. "You might think Vulmonia is just a small poor country compared to the great and powerful United States. But you are in our country now and you follow our rules and customs. The people of Vulmonia are not your servants. We don't need to be running around fetching you this and that. If you want the key for the cabinet, you can march your fat lazy American ass down here and get it yourself. We are not going to wait on you hand and foot," the receptionist ranted over the phone.

"But what am I suppose to wear?" Olivia wailed.

"How is that my problem?" There was a click and then the sound of a dial tone. Frustrated, Olivia slammed down the phone.

She looked desperately around the room. Surely there had to be something she could use to cover herself. There were obviously no available hospital gowns. The nurse she spoke to earlier informed her about that fun little fact. There was no disposable paper sheet covering the exam table. Olivia shuddered to think about how unsanitary that was. Even the hand towel that Dr. Brovachik had dried his hands on earlier after administering her douche wasn't anywhere to be seen. Did he take the towel with him? Who would do that?

She looked over at his desk to see if there were any papers she could use to cover her body. It would look silly, covering her naked body with papers, but it would be better than nothing. But he had taken her file with him and there were no other papers on top of his desk except for the tiny scrap of paper her prescription was written on. That would hardly cover anything. She tried opening the different desk drawers but they were all locked. Olivia moaned in frustration.

Then Olivia remembered Dr. Brovachik had washed his hands and dried them with a paper towel right at the beginning of the exam. Right before he began fondling her breasts. Maybe she could cover up with paper towels. She went over to the counter and opened up the paper towel dispenser. But it was empty. Then she looked down into the trash can. There was a single paper towel lying at the very bottom under the discarded latex gloves. She picked it out of the trash can and tried her best to smooth it out. Ｉｔ was small, but it was all she had. She dampened it with a little water in the sink and tried her best to stick it over her crotch. Olivia wanted to cry. She knew she looked ridiculous. She took a deep breath and opened the door of the exam room.

She looked around but didn't see anyone. She used one hand to try and cover her sizable breasts and the other to keep the paper towel in place. She stepped out into the hallway and began to hurry toward the elevator. As she scampered down the hallway, she couldn't believe her luck that no one else was around. She didn't have much farther to go. She just needed to turn right and the elevator should be just a few feet away.

As she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"When I said I hoped to see you again, I didn't think it would be this soon." It was the two custodians who had fixed the airconditioner earlier. The slightly younger of the two could obviously speak some English. They both stared at her in shock and amusement and then burst into laughter. "What on earth are you doing?" the younger one asked.

"I ... I need to g ... get a key from the office," Olivia stuttered. She realized only one hand was obviously not covering both breasts adequately. She looked down to make sure the paper towel was still in place and decided to use both hands to cover up her voluptuous tits.

"Why do you need a key?"

"Dr. Brovachik accidentally locked my clothes in a cabinet. And now he's left for the day," Olivia explained.

The younger man turned to his senior coworker and explained in Vulmonian. The older one said something in a jovial tone and both men guffawed.

The younger one turned back to Olivia. "Yes, Dr. Brovachik 'accidentally' locked your clothes in a cabinet," he said, dripping with sarcasm.

The older workman spoke again in Vulmonian, pointing at the ground in front of Olivia's feet. The younger of the two men said, "It looks like you dropped something."

Olivia looked down and saw the paper towel that had been protecting her modesty had come unstuck and had fluttered to the ground. Her vulva was now completely exposed. "Oh no!" she squealed in dismay. She bent down to pick it up, which caused her breasts to swing from sided to side. The two older men watched, enjoying the spectacle created by the big titted American girl. She snatched up the paper towel and once again covered up her pussy. She lowered her eyes and her face burned with humiliation.

Once again, the older man spoke in Vulmonian. His younger workmate translated, "Sergov says, 'Don't worry. It isn't anything we haven't seen before.'" Both men smiled as they ogled the nude girl. "Besides," the younger man added cheerfully, "It's a very nice looking pussy. You don't need to cover it up for us."

Olivia, trying her best to cover her crotch and tits, once again began to scurry toward the elevator. It was difficult. In order to prevent the paper towel from falling off, she could only take short stunted steps. But she did so quickly. With a hand supporting each breast, her tits didn't move around too much. But there was nothing she could do to keep her ass from jiggling. And as her ample cheeks lewdly bounced from side to side, the two workmen howled and grunted with laughter.