Claire excitedly jumped out of bed in the early warm Boston morning 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 women occupy in pursuing a calling in medicine.

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For as long as Claire could remember, she wanted to be a physician. Her female parent and father were both medico, and served as role models for her. Even as a tiddler she would dress up in their outsized White coats, wear their stethoscope in her ear and pretend to auscultate her shimmy bears, much to her parents'amusement. She grew up watching TV display like sign and greyness's form, fantasizing about what her career would one day be like. Her parents were extremely flattered by their daughter idolizing their career, and they wanted nothing more than for their only child to follow in their footsteps.

As Claire progressed through school, her own internal motivation, as well as the subconscious external press she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to exceed in school in order to propel herself to her ultimate goal. While most girls Claire's age were interested in partying and male child, Claire didn't want anything to do with the sort, and focused solely on her career, telling herself there would be time for all of that early stuff later. So it was no surprise that when an email was sent through her high up school day newsletter, near the end of the year, announcing that the noted Dr. Lawson was accepting applications for his prestigious scholarship for young fair sex interested in pursuing a life history in music, Claire couldn't help but go all in for the opportunity.

She looked into the honor and learned that Dr. Lawson was the recently retired dean of Harvard Medical school, and that he was launching an first step to further cleaning lady in medicine. This scholarship was only outdoors for missy in their last year of high school, who were 18 years of age. Not only did the scholarship offer a three-month summer training political platform with Dr. Lawson himself, but guaranteed that if the campaigner successfully completed the training program and final assessment, that she would find a full scholarship to Harvard University, and would be fast-tracked to receive credence to the world-renowned medical shoal only 3 years of undergraduate studies.

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

One thing Claire found odd, was that the application asked for a full body impression of the campaigner in tight clothing, and a list of measurements, including top, weighting, waist, hip and breast size of it. While Claire blushed at the land site of sharing these details over an coating, she was reassured when the application explained that each campaigner would have custom scrubs made for them, and that measurements had to be precise so that the outfit would fit aright.

Although modest, this chance meant way too much to Claire to pass off up. She hesitantly filled out the point. She wrote in the demographics, summit and weight section ; Red hair, super C centre, 5'5 ”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing small-scale off the rack vesture. She had to reckon at several of her fancier dresses, tight fitting pants, and use a measuring tape for the bespeak measurements. After some deliberation she placed a 36-24-36"in the breast, waistline and hip newspaper column.

The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well,"Bra Cup ”. While most daughter would bolt down to birth bra tag that say"32 DD ”, Claire was ashamed. Claire had always been a pretty, but very close lady friend, until puberty hit her with a truck-full of hormones. To her dismay, at the legal tender age of 12-14, her breasts ballooned to C cup. Suddenly, she became the most stare at girl in her midriff school. Claire wanted none of this attention, she was never the attention-seeking type.

Unfortunately for her as she progressed through senior high school, her breasts continued to mature nearly a cup size per year, and they also brought a acquaintance with them. Over those like years, Claire's bum went from seemingly flat to very curvaceous. Her girlfriends couldn't resist playfully smacking her butt when Claire wasn't looking, much to her shagreen. What bothered her more were all the boys staring at her butt when she walked by, she couldn't help the way that it mesmerized them with its jiggle with each step.

Just as for her smarting and career ambitions, Claire had her parents to blame for this problem as well. Claire figured she inherited her booby from her mother, who boasted F cupful herself, while she inherited her bubble-butt from her dad's side, as she couldn't help but notice the goodly tail's that her aunts and full cousin on that side had.

Needless to say, Claire received plenty of manful attention due to her assets, and much of it unwanted. While her equal and sr. high school boy ogling her was annoying, what really creeped Claire out was when she started to get her older male instructor and even some of her uncles staring. This started in grad 10 for Claire, and was a wake-up call for her.

While she was never one to unveil much tegument with her attire, Claire started to cover herself as much as she could, insisting on hiding in unloose conform to sweaters and baggy jeans or sweatsuit most of the time. This was a sort of defence mechanics for Claire. And while she knew that men would still stare at her, at least she had the comfort of knowing exactly what they could, and couldn't see.

Claire also worked out meticulously and watched her dieting, hoping that this might decrease the sizing of her curve ball. Unfortunately for her though, all this did was save her narrow shank and stomach exceptionally well-toned, while managing to lift her butt up into a naturally unadulterated and toned position. While the force were not what Claire desired, this did keep her feeling fit, and was a full stress relief for her when her stress from school day accumulated, so she carried on with her regimen.

So as one could reckon, Claire was very hesitant to plowshare a depiction of herself in"tight fitting"clothing, as the coating asked for. Nonetheless, she knew she couldn't offer this opportunity by, and was reassured that it was only used so that they could put a face to the application, and help fit the scrubbing outfit.

Claire looked through her wardrobe. She eyed some token of clothing she usually only wore for her boyfriend of two years, Alex. Despite Claire's career driven nature, she did fall for a boy in soph twelvemonth, and has been dating him since. He wasn't the football field general that about girls with Claire's looks would attract, he was a skinny, nerdy guy that just like Claire, was very well-informed, shy and career driven. They bonded over their schoolwork, and this slowly developed into a romantic human relationship.

Claire just felt comfortable showing him some skin a twelvemonth into their human relationship, and they finally had sex, lots to Alex's pleasure, on their two year anniversary a month ago. This was a immense moment for Claire, in order to justify losing her virginity, she reassured herself that Alex was the lovemaking of her life, and that she would eventually get married him. They had sex only a smattering or times since, Claire was not really that occupy in it, even with him, she just had too practically shoal work to concentrate on.

The outfit in interrogative sentence was not intimate apparel, or a racy bra, that about girls only portion with their boyfriend, it was simply a pair of tight fitting white yoga bloomers and v-neck shirt that Alex had gotten her as a birthday gift. She didn't even like the idea of wearing these items in her own house, as she hated seeing her house of cards stooge spliff out and jiggle in mirrors in around the house. And she didn't like how the chair deepness of her v-neck exposed some of her cleavage.

Nonetheless she, didn't have much to choose from. She slipped both point of clothing on and took some full-body blastoff with a professional camera that she had. She took pic from the front and both sides like the application instructed. She blushed at how they turned out. From the frontal moving-picture show while her breast looked sizeable, it looked like a pattern coating picture, with Claire beaming a smart smile while featuring her big cat valium centre, and light freckles, despite how uncomfortable she felt inside.

From the side however, Claire's full curvature was displayed. Claire couldn't assistance to guess that this resembled angles that racy Instagram"simulation"would post. Her specialize waistline contrasted starkly with her round prat which jutted backward, lifted up into an almost set up position by her gabardine yoga bloomers, and her unnaturally pert and big boobs which seemed to defy gravity, sticking out in front of her.

Claire decided she couldn't look 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 lotion.

This nervousness was short circuit lived, she realized that she was being silly, and she soon began checking her e-mail incessantly, waiting for a response to her application.

Finally, about 3 week later, she almost started crying snag of joy when she checked her electronic mail, finding a message congratulating her on being one of five candidates accepted for interview for the placement, out of thousands of applicants. Claire ecstatically shared the news with her parents, who was overjoyed. They went out for dinner party that dark, they praised Claire on her accomplishment. They told her how they had no uncertainty that she had what it takes to beat out those other girls for the position and that she would undoubtedly complete her 3 months of training successfully. Her male parent even told her, smiling proudly, that he knew that his baby little girl would do whatever it took to establish her dreams come true.

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On the big day of her interview, Claire excitedly got prepare. Although she wasn't the eccentric of girl to wear much physical composition routinely, she knew that she had to attend 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 charge slide down the side of her face. She applied a illumine layer of foundation to her already flawless Andrew Dickson White skin, and put some eye liner on to highlight her gorgeous green centre.

After putting on a conservativist matching red pair of bra and scanty, Claire put on a fully livid blouse, buttoning up to the very top. She wore a knee high gray skirt, and a correspond gray-haired sport jacket, completing her businesswoman attire. Satisfied by how she looked in the mirror, Claire excitedly drove to Dr. Lawson's spot.

After parking her car, Claire walked up to the bedaze office construction that Dr. Lawson worked in. Everything in the construction seemed extremely sporting and modern. Mostly different shades of white were used for décor, with tumid back breaker of trash Windows surrounding each aerofoil She took the lift all the way up to the 30th trading floor as learn. It seemed that every form of checkup long suit was available in this building, as well as administration offices for Harvard medical schooling. The website of this made Claire spooky, but even more move.

The lift finally stopped at the thirtieth floor, labelled as Dr. Lawson's common soldier clinic and bureau. She walked through the large glass door and smiled as she was almost instantly greeted by presumably the secretary.

"Hi honey, I presume you're here for the interview ?"she smiled.

Claire walked closer to her desk and almost gasped. The secretarial assistant was a arresting blonde woman, probably in her belated twenty. She had extravagantly done up Pt blonde hair, bronzed skin and ivory blank dentition. What made shocked Claire was the woman's huge bust. This women may have had titty the size of Claire's, the difference was that this woman seemingly proudly put them on presentation. She wore a tight white silk blouse, unbuttoned down three buttons, exposing almost her entire cleavage. The top of the textile of her lacy Andrew Dickson White push-up bra were clearly visible.

Claire couldn't helper but stare at her exposed cleavage, before forcing herself to meet her blue heart, her face was still smiling. Claire realized that the cleaning woman did ask her a doubtfulness.

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

"Right through that glassful door then to your left darling."She beamed.

Claire slowly walked to tire she was instructed. There she saw 4 other girl sitting in chairs who were casually talking to each early. The girls casually introduced themselves to Claire, they were the other candidates.

Claire noticed that they were all very middling miss. There was a blond with hazelnut oculus and light pelt, a fit looking brunette with a gorgeous grinning, a light-skinned Amerind daughter with jet pitch-black tomentum and spare torso, and a small Chinese girl with orotund breasts. While all the other girls were dressed professionally, Claire noticed that she had by far the downcast cut skirt, and the only one whose blouse was buttoned up completely.

Claire learned that the other girls weren't just pretty, they were all incredibly well accomplished, much like Claire. This made her nervous. Finally, the yakety-yak stopped as a brunette woman walked into the room. She smiled and exclaimed.

"hi ladies, my name is Leanna, and I am the principal nurse at Dr. Lawson's clinic, as well as his personal assistant."She said in a bubbling voice"I wanted to bulge by congratulating on making it to the consultation point of the scholarship accolade. You are the choose 5 of yard of interior applications, so you should be very pleased."

Claire smiled, but again she was put off by the getup that this fair sex was wearing. It was similar to scrubs that nurses would hold out at a hospital, but had some variations. Leanna was dressed in a saturated white scrub suit. The scrub material though seemed to be very cockeyed and seemed to stick to her torso contour line like a 2nd skin. She was also very youthful looking, she could n't take been lots old then the miss who were interviewing. Claire wondered how a cleaning lady this early on in her vocation could already experience worked her way up to channelise nurse for such a fecund physician.

The scrub top wrapped around her shoulders but the exaggerated V around the neck descended deep to register Leanna's cleavage. The top then seemed to cling to her breasts and countermand them up perfectly. While Leanna did not possess overly large knocker, the top seemed to elevate them into perfect position, making them appear quite sizeable. The top then trailed to her abdomen, sticking to her satiny tummy, there it attached to her bloomers with 4 white buttons, seemingly pulling her nasty scrub trouser up.

She explained that she would lead each young lady, one by one into the interview, where they would then leave and be informed later on about the results. She started with the pretty blonde missy, and led her into the room behind her.

Claire couldn't help but bill Leanna's perfective derriere as she walked away from them. While Leanna had a bantam waist, her hips and ass seemed to explode outwards. Her butt cheeks jutted out and jiggled with each step. Claire could not think how clearly the shape of each juicy cheek as Leanna took a step. The tightness of the bush bottoms allowed for the crystal clear opinion.

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

"Best for stopping point"she winked"Follow me dear."

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

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

"Here you go lamb, I'll be outside, 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 separate it was a scrub courtship, she prayed that it wouldn't be as revealing as the one Leanna had on.

Claire looked nervously at the courting as she took it out of this software program.

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

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

"Non sense"Leanna giggled"Not only do we want to make believe sure enough that the surgical gown fit, but Dr. Lawson likes his clinic companion to be dressed in a touchstone uniform. I don't think it would be a just thought to not put on this uniform."She said, a stern flavour on her aspect forming for the foremost time.

"Oh ok, no problem"Claire stomached

"Great then ! Take your time, use this fully body mirror to see how you look, trust me you will want to attend good for this consultation"Leanna's grin returned as she swiftly bounced out toward the doorway"I'm just on the early side if you need me, undecomposed fortune dear."

Claire slowly looked at the large full phase of the moon body mirror. It was on the Saami wall that Leanna had walked through. Claire cautiously took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. She neatly folded her clothes and placed them on the desk provided. She placed her skirt there as well.

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

It read"High quality synthetic scrub suit. antimicrobic, stain validation, high operation"

Ms. Claire Robert

5'5"

36-24-36

32DD

Instructions : Put top on first of all and zip up at the rachis. Attach scrub top to bottoms using buttons. Not to be worn with underwear."

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

She gulped, as she slowly took off her conservative bra. Her pale DD cup breasts were now free. They defied gravity only the way eighteen-year old breasts could. She had faint pinko tit. Claire looked at the bush top in her paw.

The flimsy but clingy fabric made Claire think that this is what Spiderman's suit must be made of. The top was one-half undetermined from the binding, with a flannel slide fastener running down the back available to connect the opening. She put the top on like a reverse-jacket, slipping her munition through the short sleeves, which covered her arm just a couple inches below each shoulder. The fabric seemed to dumbfound to her pelt instantly. She placed the built in bra cups onto her breasts. They had substantial cushion, and only seemed to support the bottom of her boob. She struggled to get the zip up on her back side of meat. Obviously this would be a very slopped fit. She jerked up and down, causing her breast to slip out of the cups, she was finally able to get the zip up, but now her dummy were completely out of the outfit !

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

She had never seen her breasts look so big. The padding in the scrubbing top lining the bottom of her titty seemed to function as an ultra-aggressive push up bra. The zip chemical mechanism further grounds her breast to lift up in to an almost unnatural position. Claire couldn't believe this. She wanted to take this outrageous top off immediately.

However, she couldn't helper but think of Leanna's bottom words though. She reasoned, maybe they just got her sizing wrong. 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 thin white piece of fabric fall to the storey. She picked it up. It was a sheer white thong panty. She couldn't believe it. Were they really going to yield her this underclothes to fall apart ?

She put on the tiny while of fabric. The small string simply disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks. Claire was so hinder, she had rarely ever even wore a lash before, much less something this skimpy.

She sighed, surely when she got the position she could ask for some more comfortable underwear.

She struggled to pull the bush bottoms up. Now unsurprisingly to Claire, she struggled to rip the white stuff up her second joint. She got to the bottom of her curvaceous cheeks. She sighed as she knew this was not going to be leisurely. She tried to thrust the fabric over her juicy cheeks, violently jerking and jumping with each attack. This of trend caused her boobs and butt to both jiggle uncontrollably.

The Thomas More of the fabric she got over her cheek, the harder it got. Apart from the undesirable male attention, this was one of the other intellect she hated having a big posterior. As she finally got the framework over the meaty part of her ass, she pulled the rest over with one swift jerking.

The trouser seemed to run out of fabric just as it got a pair column inch above the crease of her bum. This left a few in of her grim dorsum exposed and waist exposed. She knew that the buttons on the bottom of her scrubbing top were designed to reach the loop-the-loop of her pants. She pulled her bottoms up as high as she could, giving herself the ultimate wedgie as the pasty framework got inhumed deep into her ass crease. This did by her an inch or two.

She pulled her scrub top down. The fabric stretching minimally, but she was able to make some headroom. Of course, this dragged the late V neck of her scouring top even take down, exposing almost all of her cryptic cleavage. The push up mechanism of her bra literally made it seem her breasts were about to pop out of her top.

She finally was able to get one release in place, and then the other, and then the other two. She cringed, as she felt her knickers jam up even higher, and her scrubbing top even lower.

She looked at herself in the total body mirror. Her face went beet red. Her DD cup breasts were literally bursting out of this petite scrub top. She turned, her butt was lifted by the tightness and nature of the material into an unnaturally high position. The way the material clung to her like a endorsement skin, and dove into her juicy butt, made the shape of each one of her glorious ass cheeks completely visible. She noted that she could even see the outline of a tiny peach mark she had on her right butt cheek.

Claire was almost about to have a scare tone-beginning. Surely she would get kicked out of her consultation looking like this.

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

'' Claire, its Dr. Lawson here, come on in pricy, we do n't consume all day. ''

Claire gulped. She took one cobbler's last looking at herself in the mirror, took a big breathing space in, and walked through the door 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 animal foot in high spirits, like the rest of the edifice, the wall had various refinement of white. There was a large burgundy fir area rug at the end of the hanker office, with a declamatory sepia colored desk. Behind it sat the man who Claire would own given anything to meet just yesterday, but now was feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to run.

All she heard were the clicks of her Stanford White heels as she walked towards the tabular array. She tried to wedge a aflutter smile, she felt her titty and butt against jiggling with each step.

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

"Delighted to run across you my dear"He smiled.

While Claire had seen moving picture of Dr. Lawson online, she couldn't supporter but think he looked much different now in mortal, he looked much older, potential in his mid-seventies. He was short, probably about the like size as Claire. He was much big than he looked in pictures, with a bout nerve and figure. His brass was wrinkles, and eyes were puffy with bags. He was bald, and kept the whisker that he had on the side of his pass trimmed short. Claire couldn't service but feel him to resemble the actor Anthony Hopkins.

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

Claire extended her hand out and met his. He brought her small handwriting to his rim and kissed her finger lightly. His lips lingered. Claire almost wanted to backfire away but didn't want to offend him. Maybe this is just how men his age greeted Brigham Young ladies.

After a few long minute, he placed her mitt down and then took a seat in his luxurious black recliner hot seat. To his right stood Leanna, smiling warmly down at Claire, giving her a wink.

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

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

"The honor is all mine my dear."He returned"How is the scrub suit fitting."He said as he took in her bewilder digit in the soused suit.

Before she had a opportunity to respond he continued.

"You know, we here spared no expense to see to it that our clinic associates have the mellow quality uniforms."He said proudly

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

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

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

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

Not knowing exactly what he said, she turned her head 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 quiet lasting for what seemed corresponding forever. She couldn't service but notice a magnanimous dark meth screen door, seemingly matching where the full physical structure mirror was in Claire's change room.

"You know Claire, while it seems like a squiffy fit, what you'll find about this outfit is that it will support you no subject what placement you're in. The material is almost military material."He chuckled.

"Oh OK."Claire mustered, laughing awkwardly.

She couldn't assist wonder why they were spending so lots time talking about this stupid suit. Wasn't he going to inquire about her career ambitiousness, work ethic or goal ?

He continued

"Go ahead my dear, 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 world class view of her ass that he had. Claire could barely run.

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

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 jump, 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 spot. Her ass jiggling violently.

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

"That's the disembodied spirit, faster !"He cheered

Claire hopped faster, she could feel her impertinence bouncing around wildly.

"You can stop over now dear."He said"After all this is an audience and not a work out."He laughed.

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

"So how did the trouser palpate ?"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 break up one function of your body ? I only ask so I know what we're doing correct, and wrong with these suits."

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

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

Claire blushed, feeling demeaned.

"My bum."

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

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

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

His eyes darted between now between her boob and optic. Not nervously at all, he made no attempt to conceal where he was looking.

"Just like when you're jumping up and down, you'll find that the courting 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 grievous bosom droop forwards. She knew she was giving him full view of her already propped up cleavage.

"Claire surely you can touch your toes, all of the other little girl could."

Claire was a bit taken back by the comment, but it served well to trigger her competitive streak. She bent down and easily grabbed her shoes.

He now had a full phase of the moon view of the tops of her breasts. He was almost able to see the bound of her nipples.

"Is there anywhere that you could use Sir Thomas More support in this position Claire ?"he asked

Claire knew at this breaker point that he wanted her to outride in this military position. She literally felt like her breast were about to pop out. She knew to use the sort out damage now.

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

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

"Joking of course dear, we will make the requirement alterations."He soothed"That is if you end up winning the spot."He challenged.

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

Claire immediately did so, trying her best to readjust her top to cover more of her breasts.

"So Claire, let's get to the point, huh ?"he carried on"I've go over your filing cabinet personally. I know that you have what it takes to suit an excellent physician."

This made Claire flash her get-go genuine grin of the interview. This momentarily made her forget the trial by ordeal he had just put her through.

"Thank you sir."

He continued"Whether you have what it takes to discharge this 3 month menstruation grooming though, I'm not sure.

You see, Claire, the point of this training is not just to teach you a affair or two about medicament, but it is to wedge you out of your solace zone, to make you grow as an individual."

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

"Only when you break through these lightheaded mental barrier of consolation, will you get in touch with your body's innate instinct."He soothingly said"This is why I worry about your power to complete the training, Claire. You defence mechanisms are built to tough, much too strong-armer for a young lady your age"

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

"No sir, please. I want to work with you so that I can get in touch with my instincts. I agree completely. I would do anything to get the best 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 secure fortune which will total your way should you complete the education period. But I would be devilish if I didn't inform you of how it would look on your criminal record should you fail."He paused before continuing"As the former dean of Harvard medical specialty, failing this training programme would likely close out you from any Ivy league medical examination shoal across the country."He said sternly

Claire gulped, her vocation flashing before her eyes."Of trend sir. But I want you to know that I would do anything that it took to successfully complete training, if you were to give me the opportunity."

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

"Congratulations Claire !"Leanna beamed"I knew you'd be the one."She smiled as she slid some composition work over to her, with dozens 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 nominal head 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 yoke ft from his centre.

Claire read through.

"Oh don't worry about that love, just some standard paperwork. It of course warranty full moon non-disclosure and confidentiality about the content of your grooming and experiences here."Leanna beamed.

Claire rushed through the newspaper body of work excitedly.

As Claire put the newspaper 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 site in front of him, once again unvoiced as a careen.

As he stood up, Leanna let Claire go. Claire faced Dr. Lawson. He brought her in towards him, with his hands on the small of her back. He brought her in closing, squeezing her chest against his chest. His hands grazed down her lower back and landed on her ass impudence.

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

Claire was too excited to care. So what if her new coworkers and chief were the kissing type. She practically skipped out of the office and hurried home to excitedly tell her parents and boyfriend about the honest news.

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

He turned to Leanna as he unbuckled his bash.

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

Leanna smiled as she unzipped her top"Oh Dr. Lawson, remember you got me with the Sami line conclusion year."

"wellspring I guess I can be quite persuasive."He smiled as he reclined back in his chair."Watching that picayune jade dance around for me really made me hard, do take care of this girl"

Leanna knew what to do. She peeled her top off, revealing her flawless olive oil peel and C cup breasts. Next she scooted off her pixilated white scrub pants, revealing her juicy naked ass, which was equally tanned. She climbed on to Dr. Lawson's erect putz. She moaned as it entered her cunt. She kissed him on the lips as he had one hand on her ass cheek and the early on her tit.

She rhythmically rode him until he gave her two sharp slaps on the brass. She promptly climbed off and put her lips around his fat shaft. After a few licks a Dr. Lawson emptied his entire load in his young assistant's mouth. Leanna gladly swallowed, as usual.

…

Just as Leanna swallowed a large burden of cum, Claire entered her room at home. She lied on the bed. She was overjoyed with how the interview went, she knew that she would complete this training and be well on her way to having her dream career. Sure his methods may be a bit unorthodox, but he was a cracking physician, surely he would know what he's doing.

Little did Claire do it that about one year ago, Leanna was had the exact like thoughts.