Claire excitedly jumped out of bed in the early strong Boston aurora in May. This was the day she had been waiting for seemingly forever. She was interviewing for Dr. Lawson's renowned summertime scholarship for newly minted post-secondary cleaning lady interested in pursuing a career in medicine.

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For as long as Claire could remember, she wanted to be a doctor. Her mother and father were both physician, and served as role good example for her. Even as a baby she would dress up in their oversized snowy coating, wear their stethoscope in her capitulum and profess to auscultate her teddy bears, much to her parents'entertainment. She grew up watching TV shows like family and grayness's Anatomy, fantasizing about what her life history would one day be like. Her parents were extremely flattered by their daughter idolizing their career, and they wanted nothing to a greater extent than for their only child to come after in their step.

As Claire progressed through schooling, her own national motivation, as well as the subconscious mind extraneous pressures she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to outstrip in schoolhouse in lodge to propel herself to her ultimate destination. While nigh lady friend Claire's age were occupy in partying and boys, Claire didn't want anything to do with the sorting, and focused solely on her career, telling herself there would be time for all of that early material later. So it was no surprisal that when an email was sent through her gamey school newsletter, near the end of the yr, announcing that the renowned Dr. Lawson was accepting applications for his prestigious scholarship for young women interest in pursuing a calling in medical specialty, Claire couldn't help but go all in for the opportunity.

She looked into the award and learned that Dr. Lawson was the recently retired James Dean of Harvard medical school, and that he was launching an initiative to promote women in medicine. This scholarship was only unfold for girlfriend in their last year of high school, who were 18 long time of age. Not only did the scholarship offer a three-month summer grooming plan with Dr. Lawson himself, but guaranteed that if the candidate successfully completed the education program and final exam appraisal, that she would receive a full scholarship to Harvard University, and would be fast-tracked to get acceptance to the world-renowned medical schooltime only 3 years of undergraduate studies.

Shocked by this warrantee, Claire eagerly filled out her lotion, resume, and passionately wrote a necessitate five-thousand word essay on how much receiving this opportunity would mean to her.

One matter Claire found odd, was that the application asked for a good body ikon of the prospect in plastered clothing, and a list of measure, including summit, weight, waistline, hip and titty size of it. While Claire blushed at the website of sharing these details over an application, she was reassured when the coating explained that each candidate would have custom scrubs made for them, and that measure had to be precise so that the outfit would fit right-hand.

Although modest, this opportunity meant way too much to Claire to top up. She hesitantly filled out the details. She wrote in the demographics, height and slant section ; Red hair, William Green eyes, 5'5 ”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing low off the rack clothing. She had to look at several of her fancier dresses, crocked fitting pants, and use a measuring tape for the requested measurements. After some slowness she placed a 36-24-36"in the breast, waist and hip columns.

The following column was one that Claire knew of all too well,"Bra Cup ”. While about young woman would bolt down to suffer bra tag that read"32 DD ”, Claire was ashamed. Claire had always been a pretty, but very skinny girl, until puberty hit her with a truck-full of hormones. To her disheartenment, at the tender age of 12-14, her breasts ballooned to C cups. Suddenly, she became the most stared at girlfriend in her midway school day. Claire wanted none of this tending, she was never the attention-seeking eccentric.

Unfortunately for her as she progressed through gamy school, her breasts continued to grow nearly a cup size per class, and they also brought a acquaintance with them. Over those same years, Claire's bum went from seemingly flatcar to very curvaceous. Her girlfriend couldn't resist playfully smacking her buttocks when Claire wasn't looking, very much to her shagreen. What bothered her more were all the male child staring at her butt when she walked by, she couldn't help the way that it mesmerized them with its jiggle with each tone.

Just as for her smarts and vocation dream, Claire had her parents to pick for this problem as well. Claire figured she inherited her dope from her mother, who boasted F cupful herself, while she inherited her bubble-butt from her dad's position, as she couldn't help but notice the respectable derriere's that her aunt and cousin on that side had.

Needless to say, Claire received plenty of male aid due to her assets, and much of it unwanted. While her equal and older richly schoolhouse male child ogling her was annoying, what really creeped Claire out was when she started to bewitch her aged male teacher and even some of her uncles staring. This started in level 10 for Claire, and was a wake-up shout for her.

While she was never one to divulge much peel with her dress, Claire started to brood herself as much as she could, insisting on hiding in unleash fitting sweaters and baggy dungaree or sweats almost of the time. This was a sort of defence mechanism for Claire. And while she knew that men would still stare at her, at least she had the solace of knowing exactly what they could, and couldn't see.

Claire also worked out meticulously and watched her diet, hoping that this might minify the size of her curves. Unfortunately for her though, all this did was proceed her narrow waist and stomach exceptionally well-toned, while managing to lift her fag up into a naturally hone and modulate position. While the effects were not what Claire desired, this did proceed her opinion fit, and was a in effect stress succour for her when her stress from schooling accumulated, so she carried on with her regimen.

So as one could envisage, Claire was very hesitating to share a exposure of herself in"tight fitting"clothing, as the coating asked for. Nonetheless, she knew she couldn't mountain pass this opportunity by, and was reassured that it was only used so that they could put a face to the application, and serve fit the scrubbing outfit.

Claire looked through her press. She eyed some particular of clothing she usually only wore for her boyfriend of two geezerhood, Alex. Despite Claire's life history driven nature, she did fall for a boy in soph yr, and has been dating him since. He wasn't the football quarterback that most girls with Claire's looks would attract, he was a skinny, nerdy guy that just like Claire, was very reasoning, shy and career driven. They bonded over their school assignment, and this slowly developed into a romantic relationship.

Claire just felt well-off showing him some skin a year into their relationship, and they finally had sex, much to Alex's joy, on their two yr anniversary a month ago. This was a vast moment for Claire, in parliamentary procedure to justify losing her virginity, she reassured herself that Alex was the love of her life, and that she would eventually get hitched with him. They had sex only a smattering or times since, Claire was not really that interested in it, even with him, she just had too much school work to focus on.

The outfit in question was not lingerie, or a racy bra, that about young woman only contribution with their boyfriends, it was simply a pair of soused fitting Edward Douglas White Jr. yoga pants and v-neck shirt that Alex had gotten her as a birthday gift. She didn't even like the idea of wearing these particular in her own house, as she hated seeing her belch butt stick out and jiggle in mirrors in around the theatre. And she didn't like how the restrained depth of her v-neck exposed some of her segmentation.

Nonetheless she, didn't have much to choose from. She slipped both token of clothing on and took some full-body shots with a pro camera that she had. She took pictures from the front and both incline like the application instructed. She blushed at how they turned out. From the frontal exposure while her knocker looked sizeable, it looked like a normal practical application pictorial matter, with Claire beaming a hopeful smile while featuring her big super C eyes, and light freckle, despite how uncomfortable she felt inside.

From the side of meat however, Claire's full curve was displayed. Claire couldn't aid to think that this resembled angles that racy Instagram"simulation"would station. Her narrow waist contrasted starkly with her cycle keister which jutted backward, lifted up into an almost erect berth by her white yoga trouser, and her unnaturally pert and big dummy which seemed to defy graveness, sticking out in forepart of her.

Claire decided she couldn't looking at this anymore, and that she would only chicken out of applying if she did. She reminded herself of what this would mean for her career. Cautiously, and almost regretfully, she submitted her coating.

This nervousness was short lived, she realized that she was being silly, and she soon began checking her email incessantly, waiting for a answer to her application.

Finally, about 3 weeks later, she almost started crying tears of joy when she checked her email, finding a message congratulating her on being one of five candidates accepted for interview for the position, out of thousands of applier. Claire ecstatically shared the news program with her parents, who was overjoyed. They went out for dinner that night, they praised Claire on her achievement. They told her how they had no dubiety that she had what it takes to beat out those other little girl for the position and that she would undoubtedly fill out her 3 calendar month of training successfully. Her don even told her, smiling proudly, that he knew that his baby little girl would do whatever it took to make her dreams come true.

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On the big day of her audience, Claire excitedly got ready. Although she wasn't the case of girl to assume a lot constitution routinely, she knew that she had to look pro and well done up for the opportunity that was in front of her. She did her long auburn hair into a pony tail behind her, and let some of her bangs slide down the side of her face. She applied a light layer of foundation to her already flawless Edward Douglas White Jr. skin, and put some eye ocean liner on to foreground her gorgeous green eyes.

After putting on a conservative matching red pair of bra and panties, Claire put on a full white blouse, buttoning up to the very top. She wore a knee high grey doll, and a matching hoar sport coat, completing her businesswoman garb. Satisfied by how she looked in the mirror, Claire excitedly drove to Dr. Lawson's power.

After parking her car, Claire walked up to the sensational office building that Dr. Lawson worked in. Everything in the edifice seemed extremely make clean and mod. Mostly different specter of white were used for décor, with declamatory dot of glass windows surrounding each control surface She took the elevator all the way up to the 30th floor as teach. It seemed that every form of medical strong point was available in this construction, as well as administration situation for Harvard University checkup school. The site of this made Claire queasy, but even more motivated.

The elevator finally stopped at the 30th floor, labelled as Dr. Lawson's private clinic and spot. She walked through the large glass room access and smiled as she was almost instantly greeted by presumably the secretary.

"Hi love, I presume you're here for the consultation ?"she smiled.

Claire walked closer to her desk and almost gasped. The secretary was a stupefy blond woman, probably in her lately twenty dollar bill. She had extravagantly done up Pt blond pilus, bronzed skin and off-white white tooth. What made shocked Claire was the charwoman's huge tear. This cleaning woman may feature had breasts the size of Claire's, the difference was that this charwoman seemingly proudly put them on presentation. She wore a tight white silk blouse, unbuttoned down three buttons, exposing almost her full cleavage. The tips of the fabric of her lacy blank push-up bra were clearly visible.

Claire couldn't service but stare at her exposed cleavage, before forcing herself to meet her blue eyes, her face was still smiling. Claire realized that the adult female did ask her a interrogative sentence.

After seemingly forever, Claire answered awkwardly"Oh erm yup I am."

"rightfield through that shabu door then to your left darling."She beamed.

Claire slowly walked to hold out she was instructed. There she saw 4 other girls sitting in chair who were casually talking to each other. The girls casually introduced themselves to Claire, they were the other candidates.

Claire noticed that they were all very moderately miss. There was a blonde with hazelnut heart and lightsome skin, a fit looking brunette with a gorgeous smile, a light-skinned Indian girl with jet black hair and passementerie body, and a humble Chinese young woman with large breasts. While all the other daughter were dressed professionally, Claire noticed that she had by far the grim cut wench, and the lonesome one whose blouse was buttoned up completely.

Claire learned that the former girl weren't just pretty, they were all incredibly well accomplished, much like Claire. This made her aflutter. Finally, the chatter stopped as a brunet char walked into the room. She smiled and exclaimed.

"howdy dame, my name is Leanna, and I am the head nurse at Dr. Lawson's clinic, as well as his personal assistant."She said in a effervescing voice"I wanted to set forth by congratulating on making it to the interview phase of the scholarship award. You are the selected 5 of one thousand of internal applications programme, so you should be very pleased."

Claire smiled, but again she was put off by the outfit that this charwoman was wearing. It was similar to scrubs that nurses would endure at a hospital, but had some sport. Leanna was dressed in a stark Edward White scrub suit. The scratch textile though seemed to be very tight and seemed to stick to her body contour like a second tegument. She was also very vernal looking, she could n't deliver been much erstwhile then the girls who were interviewing. Claire wondered how a adult female this former on in her career could already have worked her way up to channelise nurse for such a prolific physician.

The scouring top wrapped around her shoulders but the exaggerated V around the neck opening descended deep to show Leanna's cleavage. The top then seemed to cling to her breasts and lift them up perfectly. While Leanna did not feature overly large white meat, the top seemed to lift them into everlasting military position, making them look quite sizeable. The top then trailed to her abdomen, sticking to her slick tummy, there it attached to her pant with 4 white buttons, seemingly pulling her tight scouring pants up.

She explained that she would take each girl, one by one into the consultation, where they would then pass on and be informed later on about the results. She started with the pretty blonde girl, and led her into the room behind her.

Claire couldn't service but discover Leanna's perfect butt as she walked away from them. While Leanna had a tiny waistline, her articulatio coxae and ass seemed to burst forth outwards. Her edge cheeks jutted out and jiggled with each footfall. Claire could not believe how clearly the shape of each juicy nerve as Leanna took a step. The tightness of the bush bottoms allowed for the crystal clear view.

As the other female child were taken into the interview room one by one, Claire waited nervously. Finally, Leanna smiled at her and said

"Best for last"she winked"Follow me dear."

Clair followed her, again not being able to avert her regard from her butt.

To Claire's surprise, Leanna led her into a change elbow room, and handed her an getup.

"Here you go dear, I'll be away, let me know if you need any help putting this on, it can be a bit tricky."She smiled

Claire took the outfit, neatly packaged in a plastic bag. Even through the bag, Claire could tell it was a scrub suit, she prayed that it wouldn't be as revealing as the one Leanna had on.

Claire looked nervously at the suit as she took it out of this software system.

"Is something wrongfulness dear ?"Asked Leanna, perplexed.

"Oh erm, nothing, it's just that I might find more comfortable in my own clothes."

"Non common sense"Leanna giggled"Not only do we want to get to sure that the chaparral fit, but Dr. Lawson likes his clinic associates to be dressed in a standard uniform. I don't think it would be a just estimation to not fag out this uniform."She said, a fundament look on her face forming for the showtime clock time.

"Oh ok, no trouble"Claire stomached

"Great then ! Take your time, use this full body mirror to see how you look, trust me you will need to appear good for this audience"Leanna's smile returned as she swiftly bounced out toward the door"I'm just on the early side if you need me, good luck dear."

Claire slowly looked at the gravid full organic structure mirror. It was on the Same wall that Leanna had walked through. Claire cautiously took off her sports coat and unbuttoned her blouse. She neatly folded her clothes and placed them on the desk provided. She placed her dame there as well.

She was now standing in her bra and panty, she took the software program in her hands. She opened it. A tag fell out.

It study"High timbre synthetic scrub suit. Antimicrobial, stain trial impression, high performance"

Ms. Claire Robert

5'5"

36-24-36

32DD

pedagogy : Put top on first and zip up at the dorsum. Attach scrub top to penetrate using buttons. Not to be worn with underwear."

Claire could not believe this. Did she have to get completely naked ? She gulped. She looked in the mirror, she swore for a second that she could she shadows moving on the other side. Just like that they stopped moving, Claire almost chuckled as she realized the stress of this spot was making her see things.

She gulped, as she slowly took off her conservative bra. Her pale DD cup chest were now free people. They defied gravity only the way eighteen-year old boob could. She had deliquium pink nipple. Claire looked at the scrubbing top in her mitt.

The lose weight but clingy fabric made Claire think that this is what Spiderman's suit must be made of. The top was one-half loose from the back, with a white zipper running down the back uncommitted to connect the opening. She put the top on like a reverse-jacket, slipping her arms through the short sleeve, which covered her arm just a couple inches below each shoulder. The material seemed to stick to her skin instantly. She placed the built in bra cup onto her boob. They had pregnant cushion, and only seemed to stand the underside of her breasts. She struggled to get the zip up on her game incline. Obviously this would be a very soused fit. She jerked up and down, causing her knocker to slip out of the cups, she was finally able to get the zip up, but now her titty were completely out of the outfit !

She tried again as she shoved her big breasts into the loving cup. After squirming she was able to finally get the zip up. With each inch that the zip went up, her breasts was pulled up and out equally heights. Almost exhausted, Claire looked at the mirror.

She had never seen her boob look so big. The padding in the scrub top lining the underside of her white meat seemed to function as an ultra-aggressive push up bra. The zip chemical mechanism further case her breasts to lift up in to an almost unnatural status. Claire couldn't believe this. She wanted to consume this outrageous top off immediately.

However, she couldn't help but think of Leanna's stern countersign though. She reasoned, maybe they just got her size ill-timed. Surely, once she obtained the position, she could ask for a looser uniform.

She sighed, as looked at the scrub bottoms. As she unfolded them, she noticed a slim down white piece of fabric fall to the floor. She picked it up. It was a veer white G-string scanty. She couldn't believe it. Were they really going to break her this underwear to fall apart ?

She put on the midget slice of cloth. The small cosmic string simply disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks. Claire was so chagrined, she had rarely ever even wore a thong before, much less something this skimpy.

She sighed, surely when she got the position she could ask for some more easy underclothes.

She struggled to pull up the scrub bottoms up. Now unsurprisingly to Claire, she struggled to pull the white-hot stuff up her thighs. She got to the bottom of her well-endowed boldness. She sighed as she knew this was not going to be easy. She tried to force the textile over her juicy cheeks, violently jerking and jumping with each attempt. This of course caused her boobs and goat to both jiggle uncontrollably.

The more of the cloth she got over her cheek, the harder it got. Apart from the undesirable male care, this was one of the other understanding she hated having a big tail. As she finally got the fabric over the meaty part of her ass, she pulled the rest over with one Gustavus Franklin Swift jerked meat.

The trouser seemed to run out of fabric just as it got a couple inch above the creese of her bum. This left a few inch of her take down dorsum exposed and waist exposed. She knew that the buttons on the bottom of her scrub top were designed to reach the loops of her bloomers. She pulled her bottoms up as richly as she could, giving herself the ultimate wedgie as the sticky fabric got buried deep into her ass line. This did by her an in or two.

She pulled her scrub top down. The fabric stretch minimally, but she was capable to take a leak some headroom. Of course, this dragged the deep V neck of her bush top even crushed, exposing almost all of her thick cleavage. The thrust up chemical mechanism of her bra literally made it appear her knocker were about to pop out of her top.

She finally was able to get one button in place, and then the former, and then the other two. She cringed, as she felt her pants jam up even high-pitched, and her chaparral top even lower.

She looked at herself in the wide dead body mirror. Her nerve went beetroot red. Her DD cup white meat were literally bursting out of this diminutive scrub top. She turned, her bum was lifted by the constriction and nature of the cloth into an unnaturally high position. The way the material clung to her like a endorsement skin, and plunk into her juicy butt, made the shape of each one of her resplendent ass cheek completely visible. She noted that she could even see the outline of a tiny dish mark she had on her right tail end cheek.

Claire was almost about to suffer a panic attack. Surely she would get kicked out of her interview looking like this.

Then, almost as if he knew she had finished getting dressed, she heard a vocalism through the intercom.

'' Claire, its Dr. Lawson here, come up on in dear, we do n't have all day. ''

Claire gulped. She took one last looking at herself in the mirror, took a big breathing spell in, and walked through the threshold leading to Dr. Lawson 's office.

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Claire's cheeks were beet red from embarrassment as she walked into the most luxurious office she had ever seen. The storey were marble, the ceilings seemed 20 groundwork mellow, like the eternal rest of the building, the rampart had several ghost of lily-white. There was a large burgundy fir field carpet at the end of the long post, with a vauntingly sepia colored desk. Behind it sat the man who Claire would have given anything to take on just yesterday, but now was feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to run.

All she heard were the clink of her clean heels as she walked towards the table. She tried to force a flighty smile, she felt her chest and adjoin jiggling with each dance step.

Dr. Lawson was staring directly at her, smirking, almost as if in joy. Beside him stood Leanna, smiling, but hers looked much more genuine and affectionate. As Claire approached the desk, Dr. Lawson's grin widened, he stood and extended his hand.

"Delighted to get together you my costly"He smiled.

While Claire had seen pic of Dr. Lawson online, she couldn't assist but cogitate he looked a lot different now in someone, he looked much older, probable in his seventies. He was short, probably about the Same size as Claire. He was much with child than he looked in pictures, with a one shot face and physique. His face was wrinkles, and eyes were gusty with grip. He was bald, and kept the hairs that he had on the side of his head trimmed short. Claire couldn't help but incur him to resemble the actor Antony Sir Anthony Hopkins.

Despite his looks leaving much to be desired, he had the air of a man who had all of the confidence in the reality.

Claire extended her handwriting out and met his. He brought her small manus to his sass and kissed her digit lightly. His mouth lingered. Claire almost wanted to recoil away but didn't want to outrage him. Maybe this is just how men his age greeted Edward Young ladies.

After a few tenacious second gear, he placed her handwriting down and then took a buttocks in his luxurious black recliner chairperson. To his right on stood Leanna, smiling warmly down at Claire, giving her a wink.

Claire instinctively looked for a office to sit, but realized that there were no seats out for her or Leanna. She stood patiently.

"how-do-you-do Dr. Lawson, it's an honor to fulfill you, and thank you so much for this opportunity."She forced a smiling.

"The honor is all mine my dear."He returned"How is the scrubbing wooing fitting."He said as he took in her amazing physical body in the rigorous suit.

Before she had a chance to react he continued.

"You know, we here spared no disbursal to ensure that our clinic associates have the highest quality uniforms."He said proudly

Claire didn't dare say anything contrary. She agreed"Oh I feel the quality Dr. Lawson, I have never worn a suit like this in my life."

Dr. Lawson laughed"Well, don't just stand up there, let's see how it fits."He made a motion for her to deform around.

Claire complied as she slowly turned around. Confused, but knowing that he must want to see how this lawsuit fit her from all angles, as he seemed to like his associate to be impeccably dressed.

"Oh my"he whispered, as Claire's pure ass was now directly in his view.

Not knowing exactly what he said, she turned her heading in his direction.

"Sorry Dr. Lawson did you say something ?"

"Oh no dear, I'm just admiring the fit. I think we really got this installment right."

Claire stood where she was. There was a silence lasting for what seemed the like forever. She couldn't assistance but notice a magnanimous dark glass cover, seemingly matching where the full consistency mirror was in Claire's change room.

"You know Claire, while it seems like a miserly fit, what you'll find about this outfit is that it will patronise you no affair what positioning you're in. The cloth is almost military material."He chuckled.

"Oh OK."Claire mustered, laughing awkwardly.

She couldn't assist question why they were spending so lots clip talking about this stupid causa. Wasn't he going to wonder about her life history ambitions, work ethic or goal ?

He continued

"Go ahead my lamb, try jumping up and down a bit, you'll find that the support is fantastic."

He couldn't be serious. Claire was so embarrassed. She knew the public class view of her ass that he had. Claire could barely impress.

"Claire you have to try it, it's fun !"chimed Leanna, in her common ditzy part.

Claire awkwardly moved up on to her toes and then back down, feeling her but jiggle.

"Come on Claire, I know you can jump higher than that."Dr. Lawson smirked

"Claire, when Dr. Lawson says start, just ask how high."Leanna cheered. Both her and Dr. Lawson laughed at this pun.

"OK haha."Claire laughed awkwardly.

She decided to go all out. She jumped up and down like a bunny in one touch. Her ass jiggling violently.

Even at Dr. Lawson's age, his cock started to harden at the web site in front of him.

"That's the heart, faster !"He cheered

Claire hopped faster, she could feel her nerve bounce around wildly.

"You can check now dear."He said"After all this is an interview and not a work out."He laughed.

Claire was relieved as she stopped hopping. Her skin now feeling warm with light sweating.

"So how did the pants feel ?"He asked

"They were amazing sir."Claire lied"they felt very supportive."

"Where did you feel the support the most ?"

"Umm, all over."She replied.

"If you had to pick one part of your body ? I only ask so I know what we're doing right, and haywire with these suits."

"If I had to pick, probably my backside."Claire said sheepishly

"You're what ? Remember Claire this is a checkup interview, and you want to suit a doctor."

Claire blushed, feeling demeaned.

"My bum."

"No Claire, it you're buttocks."He sneered"But I would also accept prat, and of course, ass."Leanna laughed loudly with Dr. Lawson.

Claire laughed softly. She almost wanted to run away she was so abash. Maybe this was just his personality though. She couldn't let a few jokes ruin the chance of her life.

"Why don't you face us now dear, the suit seems to fit well from the back."

His center darted between now between her white meat and oculus. Not nervously at all, he made no attempt to hide where he was looking.

"Just like when you're jumping up and down, you'll find that the suit of clothes stretches well to support you even when you're bending down, go ahead and try it."

Claire didn't hesitate. She smiled sheepishly before bending down. She felt her heavy boob droop forwards. She knew she was giving him full scene of her already propped up cleavage.

"Claire surely you can equal your toes, all of the early miss could."

Claire was a bit taken back by the remark, but it served well to actuate her competitory streak. She bent down and easily grabbed her place.

He now had a total view of the tops of her breasts. He was almost able-bodied to see the sharpness of her nipples.

"Is there anywhere that you could use more reinforcement in this position Claire ?"he asked

Claire knew at this point that he wanted her to rest in this position. She literally felt like her breasts were about to pop out. She knew to use the redress terms now.

"It's a great suit, but I guess my breasts aren't that well supported right now."

"I can see that"he chuckled, to Claire's utter humiliation"It's laborious to blame the manufacturer though, I don't think these courting have been tested on boob like that."Again Leanna and him laughed loudly.

"Joking of track beloved, we will make the essential alterations."He soothed"That is if you end up winning the spot."He challenged.

After a bit more sentence admiring her deep cleavage, he gave her the ok to stand up.

Claire immediately did so, trying her intimately to readjust her top to cover Thomas More of her breasts.

"So Claire, let's get to the point, huh ?"he carried on"I've retrospect your file personally. I know that you have what it takes to become an fantabulous physician."

This made Claire shoot her inaugural echt smile of the consultation. This momentarily made her bury the ordeal he had just put her through.

"Thank you sir."

He continued"Whether you have what it takes to nail this 3 month period breeding though, I'm not certain.

You see, Claire, the compass point of this training is not just to instruct you a thing or two about medicine, but it is to pressure you out of your comfort zone, to stimulate you spring up as an individual."

Claire nodded along, she realized that what he had just put her through all must let been a test. He was a brilliant MD after all.

"Only when you break through these silly mental barriers of comforter, will you become in touch with your body's cancel instinct."He soothingly said"This is why I worry about your ability to complete the training, Claire. You defence chemical mechanism are built to hooligan, much too tough for a girl your age"

Claire seemed disheartened, sensing that perhaps this opportunity was slipping.

"No sir, please. I want to work with you so that I can get in hint with my instinct. I agree completely. I would do anything to become the in effect physician that I can."

Dr. Lawson looked at her, and then looked away, pausing.

The anticipation was killing Claire.

He looked at her.

"Claire, I know that you understand the good fortune which will get along your way should you complete the training catamenia. But I would be devilish if I didn't inform you of how it would await on your disk should you fail."He paused before continuing"As the former dean of Harvard University medicine, failing this education program would likely foreclose you from any Ivy league medical school day across the country."He said sternly

Claire gulped, her life history flashing before her eyes."Of path sir. But I want you to know that I would do anything that it took to successfully complete preparation, if you were to fall in me the opportunity."

Dr. Lawson smiled, he looked at Leanna and nodded.

"congratulation Claire !"Leanna beamed"I knew you'd be the one."She smiled as she slid some theme workplace over to her, with rafts of X's where Claire was to sign.

Claire looked at her and Dr. Lawson, she was overcome with joy. She jumped up and down in joy, much to the delight of her onlooker.

"Thank you Thank you Thank you !"Claire cried"I will not let you down si."

Claire looked down at the paper work in front of her. They were placed closer to Dr. Lawson then to her. Leanna handed her a pen.

Claire bent down forward low as she read through the paperwork.

Dr. Lawson leered lustfully into the busty teenage cleavage a copulate foot from his heart.

Claire read through.

"Oh don't vexation about that honey, just some measure paperwork. It of track guarantee full non-disclosure and confidentiality about the subject of your training and experiences here."Leanna beamed.

Claire rushed through the paper work excitedly.

As Claire put the composition worked down, Leanna gave Claire a tight hug. She started jumping up and down, prompting Claire to as well as they jumped in a circle.

Dr. Lawson was utterly pleased by the situation in front of him, once again operose as a rock.

As he stood up, Leanna let Claire go. Claire faced Dr. Lawson. He brought her in towards him, with his manpower on the small-scale of her back. He brought her in last, squeezing her bosom against his chest of drawers. His hands grazed down her lower rear and landed on her ass cheek.

"Claire, we are going to have a lot of fun this summer."He smiled as he gently squeezed her ass cheeks before letting her go.

Claire was too excited to care. So what if her new coworkers and honcho were the hugging character. She practically skipped out of the role and hurried home base to excitedly say her parents and boyfriend about the good news program.

Dr. Lawson lustfully watched her ass bounce as she skipped away.

He turned to Leanna as he unbuckled his belt.

"I can't consider she bought that bullshit about finding herself, I thought she was smart."He laughed

Leanna smiled as she unzipped her top"Oh Dr. Lawson, commend you got me with the same line last year."

"Well I guess I can be quite persuasive."He smiled as he reclined back in his hot seat."Watching that piddling slut dance around for me really made me punishing, fare take guardianship of this girl"

Leanna knew what to do. She peeled her top off, revealing her flawless olive oil cutis and C cup tit. Next she scooted off her wet white chaparral gasp, revealing her juicy naked ass, which was equally tanned. She climbed on to Dr. Lawson's erect turncock. She moaned as it entered her pussy. She kissed him on the backtalk as he had one deal on her ass impudence and the other on her tit.

She rhythmically rode him until he gave her two sharp slaps on the face. She promptly climbed off and put her brim around his fat cock. After a few licks a Dr. Lawson emptied his total load in his youth assistant's sassing. Leanna gladly swallowed, as usual.

…

Just as Leanna swallowed a enceinte load of cum, Claire entered her room at home. She lied on the bed. She was overjoyed with how the consultation went, she knew that she would complete this training and be well on her way to having her ambition career. Sure his methods may be a bit unorthodox, but he was a great medico, surely he would make love what he's doing.

Little did Claire get laid that about one yr ago, Leanna was had the precise Lapplander thoughts.