Claire excitedly jumped out of bed in the former tender Boston morning in May. This was the day she had been waiting for seemingly forever. She was interviewing for Dr. Lawson's renowned summer scholarship for newly minted post-secondary woman interested in pursuing a career in music.

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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 purpose models for her. Even as a nipper she would crop up in their oversized 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 shows like House and Gray's Anatomy, fantasizing about what her career would one day be like. Her parents were extremely flattered by their girl idolizing their calling, and they wanted nothing more than for their lone child to follow in their footstep.

As Claire progressed through schoolhouse, her own interior motivation, as well as the subconscious outside force per unit area she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to outperform in school day in lodge to propel herself to her ultimate finish. 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 former stuff later. So it was no surprise that when an email was sent through her heights school newssheet, near the end of the year, announcing that the noted Dr. Lawson was accepting applications for his prestigious learning for young woman interested in pursuing a career in medicine, Claire couldn't supporter but go all in for the opportunity.

She looked into the award and learned that Dr. Lawson was the recently retired doyen of Harvard Medical School, and that he was launching an first step to promote cleaning lady in medicinal drug. This scholarship was only opened for girls in their last year of senior high school, who were 18 eld of age. Not only did the eruditeness offer a three-month summer training program with Dr. Lawson himself, but guaranteed that if the prospect successfully completed the preparation program and concluding assessment, that she would receive a fully scholarship to Harvard University, and would be fast-tracked to receive acceptation to the world-renowned medical schooling only 3 years of undergraduate cogitation.

Shocked by this guarantee, Claire eagerly filled out her covering, CV, and passionately wrote a call for five-thousand parole essay on how much receiving this opportunity would entail to her.

One matter Claire found odd, was that the lotion asked for a full moon body picture of the candidate in sloshed clothing, and a leaning of measurements, including height, system of weights, waist, hip and tit size. While Claire blushed at the internet site of sharing these details over an application program, she was reassured when the covering explained that each candidate would have customs duty scrubs made for them, and that measuring had to be precise so that the outfit would fit right-hand.

Although pocket-size, this opportunity meant way too much to Claire to croak up. She hesitantly filled out the point. She wrote in the demographics, peak and weight division ; Red hair, Green centre, 5'5 ”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing modest off the single-foot clothing. She had to look at respective of her fancier dresses, blind drunk trying on pants, and use a measuring tape for the requested measure. After some calculation she placed a 36-24-36"in the breast, waistline and hip columns.

The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well,"Bra Cup ”. While most lady friend would down to have bra tag that show"32 DD ”, Claire was ashamed. Claire had always been a pretty, but very penny-pinching girlfriend, until pubescence hit her with a truck-full of hormones. To her dismay, at the ship's boat age of 12-14, her breasts ballooned to C cups. Suddenly, she became the most star at girl in her middle schooling. Claire wanted none of this attention, she was never the attention-seeking type.

Unfortunately for her as she progressed through high school, her breasts continued to raise nearly a cup size of it per class, and they also brought a champion with them. Over those same years, Claire's bum went from seemingly categorical to very buxom. Her lady friend couldn't resist playfully smacking her hind end when Claire wasn't looking, much to her shagreen. What bothered her more were all the male child staring at her bum when she walked by, she couldn't help the way that it mesmerized them with its jiggle with each step.

Just as for her smarts and career ambitions, Claire had her parents to blame for this trouble as well. Claire figured she inherited her tit from her mother, who boasted F cup herself, while she inherited her bubble-butt from her dad's side, as she couldn't helper but notice the tidy derriere's that her aunts and cousin-german on that side had.

acerate leaf to say, Claire received plenty of manlike aid due to her plus, and much of it unwanted. While her compeer and one-time high school boys ogling her was annoying, what really creeped Claire out was when she started to catch her old Male teachers and even some of her uncles staring. This started in mark 10 for Claire, and was a wake-up Call for her.

While she was never one to divulge a lot hide with her frock, Claire started to underwrite herself as much as she could, insisting on hiding in loose fitting perspirer and baggy dungaree or perspiration almost of the time. This was a sorting of defence mechanics for Claire. And while she knew that men would still gaze at her, at least she had the comfortableness 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 bender. Unfortunately for her though, all this did was keep her pin down waist and venter exceptionally well-toned, while managing to move up her butt up into a naturally perfect tense and toned side. While the effects were not what Claire desired, this did hold her feeling fit, and was a good emphasis succour for her when her stress from school accumulated, so she carried on with her regimen.

So as one could imagine, Claire was very hesitant to share a motion-picture show of herself in"tight fitting"clothing, as the applications programme asked for. Nonetheless, she knew she couldn't pass this chance by, and was reassured that it was only used so that they could put a cheek to the application, and help fit the scouring outfit.

Claire looked through her cupboard. She eyed some items of wearable she usually only wore for her boyfriend of two age, Alex. Despite Claire's career driven nature, she did fall for a boy in sophomore year, and has been dating him since. He wasn't the football quarterback that most lady friend with Claire's looks would draw, he was a skinny, nerdy guy that just like Claire, was very thinking, shy and vocation driven. They bonded over their schoolwork, and this slowly developed into a wild-eyed relationship.

Claire just felt comfy showing him some skin a class into their relationship, and they finally had sex, much to Alex's pleasure, on their two twelvemonth anniversary a month ago. This was a huge second for Claire, in order to rationalize losing her virginity, she reassured herself that Alex was the love of her life, and that she would eventually marry him. They had sex only a handful or clip since, Claire was not really that interested in it, even with him, she just had too a lot school piece of work to focus on.

The outfit in query was not lingerie, or a racy bra, that most girls only share with their boyfriends, it was simply a span of tight fitting white yoga gasp and v-neck shirt that Alex had gotten her as a natal day giving. She didn't even like the approximation of wearing these items in her own house, as she hated seeing her burp goat marijuana cigarette out and jiggle in mirrors in around the sign of the zodiac. And she didn't like how the moderate depth of her v-neck exposed some of her cleavage.

Nonetheless she, didn't have much to select from. She slipped both point of vesture on and took some full-body shots with a professional camera that she had. She took movie from the front and both sides like the lotion instructed. She blushed at how they turned out. From the head-on picture while her white meat looked healthy, it looked like a convention application picture, with Claire beaming a bright grinning while featuring her big green eyes, and light-headed freckles, despite how uncomfortable she felt inside.

From the side however, Claire's full curve was displayed. Claire couldn't assistant to cerebrate that this resembled angles that racy Instagram"models"would post. Her narrow waistline contrasted starkly with her circle tush which jutted backward, lifted up into an almost upright positioning by her T. H. White yoga pants, and her artificially pert and big dumbbell which seemed to defy soberness, sticking out in forepart of her.

Claire decided she couldn't aspect at this anymore, and that she would only chicken out of applying if she did. She reminded herself of what this would think for her life history. Cautiously, and almost regretfully, she submitted her application program.

This jumpiness was curtly lived, she realized that she was being silly, and she soon began checking her email incessantly, waiting for a reply 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 K of applier. Claire ecstatically shared the news with her parents, who was overjoyed. They went out for dinner party that Night, they praised Claire on her accomplishment. They told her how they had no dubiety that she had what it takes to beat out those early girls for the posture and that she would undoubtedly make out her 3 months of training successfully. Her father even told her, smiling proudly, that he knew that his baby miss would do whatever it took to make her dreams come true.

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On the big day of her consultation, Claire excitedly got prepare. Although she wasn't the type of girl to wear much make-up routinely, she knew that she had to look professional and well done up for the opportunity that was in front of her. She did her foresighted auburn hair into a pony tail behind her, and let some of her smasher slide down the position of her face. She applied a unhorse level of understructure to her already flawless egg white peel, and put some eye liner on to play up her gorgeous Green River eyes.

After putting on a conservative matching red pair of bra and panties, Claire put on a full gabardine blouse, buttoning up to the very top. She wore a stifle gamey Charles Grey dame, and a matching grey sport jacket, completing her businesswoman attire. Satisfied by how she looked in the mirror, Claire excitedly drove to Dr. Lawson's office.

After parking her car, Claire walked up to the stunning power building that Dr. Lawson worked in. Everything in the building seemed extremely strip and modern font. Mostly different tint of bloodless were used for décor, with heavy panelling of glass windows surrounding each open She took the lift all the way up to the 30th story as instructed. It seemed that every soma of medical specialty was available in this construction, as well as government activity billet for Harvard medical school day. The site of this made Claire uneasy, but even more motivated.

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

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

Claire walked closer to her desk and almost gasped. The secretary was a stunning blonde char, probably in her late twenties. She had extravagantly done up Pt blond hair, bronzed hide and ivory white teeth. What made shocked Claire was the woman's huge bust. This fair sex may give had breasts the size of Claire's, the difference was that this woman seemingly proudly put them on display. She wore a squiffy white silk blouse, unbuttoned down three push button, exposing almost her intact segmentation. The wind of the fabric of her webbed white push-up bra were clearly visible.

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

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

"right hand through that glass door then to your impart darling."She beamed.

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

Claire noticed that they were all very pretty miss. There was a blonde with hazelnut middle and light peel, a fit looking brunette with a gorgeous smile, a light-skinned Red Indian daughter with jet blackened haircloth and snip eubstance, and a small Taiwanese girl with large white meat. While all the early little girl were dressed professionally, Claire noticed that she had by far the low-pitched cut skirt, and the only one whose blouse was buttoned up completely.

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

"Hello gentlewoman, my epithet is Leanna, and I am the head nanny at Dr. Lawson's clinic, as well as his personal assistant."She said in a bubbly voice"I wanted to start by congratulating on making it to the interview leg of the learnedness honour. You are the selected 5 of thousands of subject applications, so you should be very pleased."

Claire smiled, but again she was put off by the outfit that this char was wearing. It was like to scrubs that nurses would wear at a hospital, but had some variations. Leanna was dressed in a virginal whitened scrub suit. The scrubbing material though seemed to be very pie-eyed and seemed to cohere to her body contour like a moment tegument. She was also very young looking, she could n't take in been practically older then the girls who were interviewing. Claire wondered how a woman this early on in her life history could already have worked her way up to guide nurse for such a prolific physician.

The scouring top wrapped around her shoulders but the exaggerated V around the neck descended bass to evince Leanna's segmentation. The top then seemed to cling to her breasts and lift them up perfectly. While Leanna did not have overly large breasts, the top seemed to lift them into perfect location, making them seem quite goodish. The top then trailed to her venter, sticking to her sleek potbelly, there it attached to her gasp with 4 tweed buttons, seemingly pulling her cockeyed scrubbing drawers up.

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

Claire couldn't supporter but observation Leanna's perfect butt joint as she walked away from them. While Leanna had a diminutive waist, her hip joint and ass seemed to explode outwards. Her butt cheek jutted out and jiggle with each gradation. Claire could not believe how clearly the cast of each juicy impudence as Leanna took a step. The niggardness of the bush posterior allowed for the quartz glass clear view.

As the other lady friend were taken into the consultation way 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 gaze from her bottom.

To Claire's surprisal, Leanna led her into a change room, and handed her an outfit.

"Here you go dear, I'll be exterior, let me lie with if you need any assist putting this on, it can be a bit tricky."She smiled

Claire took the outfit, neatly packaged in a pliant bag. Even through the bag, Claire could secernate it was a scrubbing courting, she prayed that it wouldn't be as revealing as the one Leanna had on.

Claire looked nervously at the case as she took it out of this package.

"Is something wrongly high-priced ?"Asked Leanna, perplexed.

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

"Non sense"Leanna giggled"Not only do we want to get to sure that the cancel fit, but Dr. Lawson likes his clinic associates to be dressed in a received uniform. I don't think it would be a soundly idea to not fatigue this uniform."She said, a stern flavor on her face forming for the start clock time.

"Oh ok, no job"Claire stomached

"Great then ! take away your metre, use this full body mirror to see how you look, trust me you will want to depend good for this interview"Leanna's smile returned as she swiftly bounced out toward the room access"I'm just on the other side of meat if you need me, good luck dear."

Claire slowly looked at the bombastic replete body mirror. It was on the same wall that Leanna had walked through. Claire cautiously took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. She neatly folded her dress and placed them on the desk provided. She placed her dame there as well.

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

It read"High quality celluloid bush suit. Antimicrobial, stain proof, high performance"

Ms. Claire Roberts

5'5"

36-24-36

32DD

teaching : Put top on first and zip up at the vertebral column. Attach scrub top to bottom using release. Not to be worn with underwear."

Claire could not think 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 state of affairs was making her see things.

She gulped, as she slowly took off her conservative bra. Her sick DD cup breasts were now complimentary. They defied sobriety only the way eighteen-year old white meat could. She had swoon garden pink nipples. Claire looked at the scrub top in her manus.

The thin but clingy cloth made Claire think that this is what Spiderman's suit must be made of. The top was half open from the backrest, with a white zipper running down the back useable to connect the curtain raising. 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 joint. The fabric seemed to amaze to her skin instantly. She placed the built in bra cup onto her breasts. They had significant cushion, and only seemed to support the undersurface of her knocker. She struggled to get the zip up on her second incline. Obviously this would be a very slopped fit. She jerked up and down, causing her white meat to slip out of the cups, she was finally capable to get the zip up, but now her boobs were completely out of the outfit !

She tried again as she shoved her big breasts into the 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 high. Almost exhausted, Claire looked at the mirror.

She had never seen her breasts look so big. The padding in the scrub top lining the underside of her chest seemed to function as an ultra-aggressive push button up bra. The zip mechanism further cause her titty to swipe up in to an almost unnatural position. Claire couldn't believe this. She wanted to take this unconscionable top off immediately.

However, she couldn't assistance but think of Leanna's fanny quarrel though. She reasoned, maybe they just got her size incorrect. Surely, once she obtained the position, she could ask for a looser uniform.

She sighed, as looked at the scrub tail end. As she unfolded them, she noticed a thin white musical composition of material fall to the level. She picked it up. It was a out-and-out white G-string panty. She couldn't believe it. Were they really going to give her this underclothes to wear ?

She put on the petite piece of fabric. The belittled drawing string simply disappeared between her juicy ass nerve. Claire was so stymie, she had rarely ever even wore a thong before, much lupus erythematosus something this skimpy.

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

She struggled to pull the scrub bottoms up. Now unsurprisingly to Claire, she struggled to pluck the lily-white stuff up her second joint. She got to the buttocks of her stacked cheeks. She sighed as she knew this was not going to be prosperous. She tried to force the fabric over her juicy cheek, violently jerking and jumping with each endeavor. This of line caused her boobs and butt to both joggle uncontrollably.

The more of the fabric she got over her cheek, the harder it got. Apart from the undesirable Male attention, this was one of the former intellect she hated having a big rear end. As she finally got the framework over the meatiest part of her ass, she pulled the rest over with one swift jerk.

The pants seemed to run out of fabric just as it got a twain inches above the crease of her bum. This left a few column inch of her lower back exposed and shank exposed. She knew that the buttons on the bottom of her scrubbing top were designed to attain the grommet of her knickers. She pulled her bottoms up as high up as she could, giving herself the ultimate wedgie as the sticky fabric got inhume rich into her ass bend. This did by her an inch or two.

She pulled her scrub top down. The cloth stretchiness minimally, but she was able to make some headway. Of course of action, this dragged the deep V neck of her Scrub top even lower, exposing almost all of her deep cleavage. The push up mechanism of her bra literally made it appear her breasts were about to pop out of her top.

She finally was able to get one push button in office, and then the other, and then the early two. She cringed, as she felt her pants jam up even in high spirits, and her scrub top even lower.

She looked at herself in the total consistence mirror. Her cheeks went beet red. Her DD cup breasts were literally bursting out of this tiny scrub top. She turned, her derriere was lifted by the tightness and nature of the fabric into an unnaturally gamy position. The way the cloth clung to her like a bit skin, and dove into her juicy butt, made the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of each one of her glorious ass cheeks completely visible. She noted that she could even see the scheme of a flyspeck beauty mark she had on her right butt cheek.

Claire was almost about to have a panic attack. 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 intercommunication system.

'' Claire, its Dr. Lawson here, get along on in dear, we do n't induce all day. ''

Claire gulped. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, took a big breath in, and walked through the door leading to Dr. Lawson 's office.

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Claire's impudence were beet red from embarrassment as she walked into the most luxurious office she had ever seen. The level were marble, the ceilings seemed 20 feet highschool, like the ease of the building, the walls had various nicety of white. There was a large burgundy fir arena carpet at the end of the long office, with a large Venetian red colored desk. Behind it sat the man who Claire would feature given anything to come across just yesterday, but now was feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to run.

All she heard were the detent of her tweed dog as she walked towards the table. She tried to force a queasy smiling, she felt her boob and butt on jiggling with each whole step.

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

"Delighted to meet you my dearly"He smiled.

While Claire had seen depiction of Dr. Lawson online, she couldn't help but think he looked much different now in person, he looked very much older, likely in his seventies. He was abruptly, probably about the same sizing as Claire. He was much heavier than he looked in motion-picture show, with a bout face and name. His face was line, and eyes were puffy with dish. He was bald, and kept the haircloth that he had on the side of his head trimmed forgetful. Claire couldn't help but find him to resemble the thespian Anthony Hopkins.

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

Claire extended her helping hand out and met his. He brought her small-scale deal to his lips and kissed her finger's breadth lightly. His rim lingered. Claire almost wanted to shrink away but didn't want to appall him. Maybe this is just how men his age greeted new peeress.

After a few long instant, he placed her hand down and then took a posterior in his opulent black recliner president. To his right wing stood Leanna, smiling warmly down at Claire, giving her a instant.

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

"Hello Dr. Lawson, it's an honor to converge 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 scrub suit fitting."He said as he took in her amazing figure in the tight suit.

Before she had a luck to respond he continued.

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

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

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

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

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

Not knowing exactly what he said, she turned her psyche 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 like forever. She couldn't help but notice a bombastic dark meth silver screen, seemingly matching where the full organic structure mirror was in Claire's variety room.

"You know Claire, while it seems like a tight fit, what you'll find about this turnout is that it will support you no matter what situation you're in. The material is almost armed forces material."He chuckled.

"Oh OK."Claire mustered, laughing awkwardly.

She couldn't supporter wonder why they were spending so much time talking about this stupid wooing. Wasn't he going to inquire about her career aspiration, oeuvre ethic or goals ?

He continued

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

He couldn't be serious. Claire was so embarrassed. She knew the world year thought of her ass that he had. Claire could barely move.

"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.

"seed 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 girl in one slur. Her ass jiggling violently.

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

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

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

"You can stop 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 brightness level sweating.

"So how did the pant feel ?"He asked

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

"Where did you sense the support the most ?"

"Umm, all over."She replied.

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

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

"You're what ? Remember Claire this is a medical exam consultation, and you want to become a doctor."

Claire blushed, feeling demeaned.

"My bum."

"No Claire, it you're buttocks."He sneered"But I would also accept 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 jest ruin the chance of her liveliness.

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

His center darted between now between her breasts and eyes. Not nervously at all, he made no attempt to shroud where he was looking.

"Just like when you're jumping up and down, you'll find that the lawsuit 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 grave boob droop forwards. She knew she was giving him wide view of her already propped up cleavage.

"Claire surely you can adjoin your toes, all of the other young woman could."

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

He now had a full vista of the elevation of her white meat. He was almost able to see the edge of her pap.

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

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

"It's a not bad suit of clothes, but I guess my breasts aren't that well supported mighty now."

"I can see that"he chuckled, to Claire's double-dyed humiliation"It's hard to find fault the producer though, I don't think these lawsuit have been tested on tits like that."Again Leanna and him laughed loudly.

"Joking of trend lamb, we will make the necessary alterations."He soothed"That is if you end up winning the spot."He challenged.

After a bit More clock time admiring her deeply cleavage, he gave her the ok to abide up.

Claire immediately did so, trying her dear to readjust her top to cover more than of her tit.

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

This made Claire flash her first genuine smiling of the consultation. This momentarily made her forget the ordeal he had just put her through.

"Thank you sir."

He continued"Whether you have what it takes to complete this 3 month flow training though, I'm not sure.

You see, Claire, the point of this training is not just to teach you a thing or two about medicine, but it is to wedge you out of your comfort zona, to hold you arise as an individual."

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

"Only when you break through these silly mental barriers of solace, will you become in touch with your body's natural instinct."He soothingly said"This is why I worry about your ability to nail the training, Claire. You defence mechanisms are built to tough, much too hood 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 touch with my instincts. I agree completely. I would do anything to become the right 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 come your way should you complete the training period. But I would be devilish if I didn't inform you of how it would look on your book should you fail."He paused before continuing"As the early doyen of John Harvard medicine, failing this training program would likely preclude you from any Ivy league medical school across the country."He said sternly

Claire gulped, her career flashing before her eyes."Of course sir. But I want you to know that I would do anything that it took to successfully arrant training, if you were to break 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 paper work over to her, with slews 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 delectation of her looker-on.

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

Claire looked down at the newspaper publisher work in straw man 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 dyad pes from his optic.

Claire read through.

"Oh don't trouble about that honey, just some banner paperwork. It of line guarantees wax non-disclosure and confidentiality about the content of your training and experiences here."Leanna beamed.

Claire rushed through the paper work excitedly.

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

Dr. Lawson was utterly pleased by the land site in front of him, once again hard as a tilt.

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

"Claire, we are going to birth 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 boss were the necking type. She practically skipped out of the office and hurried household to excitedly tell her parents and boyfriend about the good news.

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

He turned to Leanna as he unbuckled his belt.

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

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

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

Leanna knew what to do. She peeled her top off, revealing her flawless olive oil skin and C cup bosom. side by side she scooted off her loaded 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 pussy. She kissed him on the lips as he had one helping hand on her ass cheek and the early on her tit.

She rhythmically rode him until he gave her two discriminating slaps on the cheek. She promptly climbed off and put her lips around his fat hammer. After a few licks a Dr. Lawson emptied his full load in his untested supporter's rima oris. Leanna gladly swallowed, as common.

…

Just as Leanna swallowed a large load 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 fill out this training and be well on her way to having her dream career. Sure his methods may be a bit irregular, but he was a dandy physician, surely he would know what he's doing.

Little did Claire acknowledge that about one year ago, Leanna was had the accurate same thoughts.