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 erudition for newly minted post-secondary cleaning lady interested in pursuing a career in practice of medicine.

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For as long as Claire could remember, she wanted to be a doctor. Her mother and Fatherhood were both physicians, and served as role models for her. Even as a child she would groom up in their oversized ashen pelage, wear their stethoscope in her ears and pretend to auscultate her teddy bears, much to her parents'amusement. She grew up watching TV shows like House and Gray'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 nil more than for their just fry to follow in their pace.

As Claire progressed through school, her own internal motivation, as well as the subconscious mind extraneous atmospheric pressure she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to exceed in shoal in order to actuate herself to her ultimate end. While virtually girls Claire's age were interested in partying and boys, Claire didn't want anything to do with the sort, and focused solely on her calling, telling herself there would be prison term for all of that other stuff later. So it was no surprisal that when an email was sent through her high-pitched school newsletter, near the end of the year, announcing that the renowned Dr. Lawson was accepting applications for his honored encyclopaedism for Pres Young women interested in pursuing a life history in medication, 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 University medical checkup school day, and that he was launching an initiative to promote char in medicine. This learnedness was only open for lady friend in their last year of eminent school day, who were 18 years of age. Not only did the scholarship offer a three-month summertime preparation plan with Dr. Lawson himself, but guaranteed that if the prospect successfully completed the training course of study and concluding assessment, that she would obtain a full-of-the-moon scholarship to John Harvard University, and would be fast-tracked to experience acceptance to the world-renowned medical schoolhouse only 3 years of undergraduate studies.

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

One thing Claire found odd, was that the coating asked for a wide-cut body picture of the candidate in miserly wearable, and a inclination of measure, including height, weight, waist, hip and breast size. While Claire blushed at the website of sharing these item over an coating, she was reassured when the application explained that each candidate would consume tradition surgical gown made for them, and that mensuration had to be precise so that the rig would fit right on.

Although small, this opportunity meant way too much to Claire to turn over up. She hesitantly filled out the details. She wrote in the demographics, altitude and weight section ; Red haircloth, Green oculus, 5'5 ”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing modest off the rack vesture. She had to await at respective of her fancier apparel, pissed fitting pant, and use a measurement tape for the requested measurements. After some weighing she placed a 36-24-36"in the breast, waist and hip columns.

The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well,"Bra Cup ”. While almost girls would kill to give birth bra tag that say"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 dismay, at the ship's boat age of 12-14, her breasts ballooned to C cups. Suddenly, she became the most stared at girl in her centre school. Claire wanted none of this attention, she was never the attention-seeking type.

Unfortunately for her as she progressed through luxuriously school day, her chest continued to raise nearly a cup size per year, and they also brought a friend with them. Over those same years, Claire's bum went from seemingly flat to very curvaceous. Her girlfriends couldn't resist playfully smacking her fanny 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 pace.

Just as for her smarts and career ambitions, Claire had her parents to blame for this problem as well. Claire figured she inherited her bosom from her mother, who boasted F cups herself, while she inherited her bubble-butt from her dad's side, as she couldn't help but notice the sizeable derriere's that her aunty and cousins on that English had.

Needless to say, Claire received plentifulness of male attention due to her assets, and much of it unwanted. While her peer and honest-to-god highschool school day boys ogling her was annoying, what really creeped Claire out was when she started to catch her older Male teacher and even some of her uncles staring. This started in grade 10 for Claire, and was a wake-up call for her.

While she was never one to unveil much skin with her dress, Claire started to cover herself as much as she could, insisting on hiding in liberate fitting sweaters and baggy denim or sweatsuit most of the time. This was a form of defensive measure mechanics for Claire. And while she knew that men would still gaze 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 size of it of her curves. Unfortunately for her though, all this did was observe her peg down shank and stomach exceptionally well-toned, while managing to lift her stooge up into a naturally perfective and tone position. While the essence were not what Claire desired, this did keep her feel fit, and was a secure stress relief for her when her stress from school accumulated, so she carried on with her regimen.

So as one could think, Claire was very hesitating to part a mental picture of herself in"tight fitting"clothing, as the coating 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 face to the application, and help fit the bush rig.

Claire looked through her closet. She eyed some item of article of clothing she usually only wore for her fellow of two eld, 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 game quarterback that most lady friend with Claire's smell would draw in, he was a skinny, nerdy guy that just like Claire, was very intelligent, shy and career driven. They bonded over their schoolwork, and this slowly developed into a romantic family relationship.

Claire just felt well-to-do showing him some skin a class into their relationship, and they finally had sex, a good deal to Alex's pleasure, on their two twelvemonth anniversary a calendar month ago. This was a huge moment for Claire, in order to vindicate 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 fistful or times since, Claire was not really that concern in it, even with him, she just had too much shoal work to focus on.

The outfit in enquiry was not lingerie, or a racy bra, that nigh girls only share with their young man, it was simply a distich of tight fitting white yoga knickers and v-neck shirt that Alex had gotten her as a birthday endowment. She didn't even like the approximation of wearing these items in her own sign, as she hated seeing her eruct butt reefer out and jiggle in mirrors in around the house. And she didn't like how the moderate profundity of her v-neck exposed some of her segmentation.

Nonetheless she, didn't have much to take from. She slipped both items of clothing on and took some full-body shooting with a professional camera that she had. She took pictures from the front line and both side like the application instructed. She blushed at how they turned out. From the frontal picture while her breasts looked sizeable, it looked like a normal coating mental picture, with Claire beaming a bright smile while featuring her big green centre, and brightness level freckles, despite how uncomfortable she felt inside.

From the side however, Claire's to the full curvature was displayed. Claire couldn't help to think that this resembled angles that racy Instagram"good example"would stake. Her specialise waistline contrasted starkly with her round butt which jutted backward, lifted up into an almost erect position by her white yoga gasp, and her unnaturally pert and big boobs which seemed to hold up gravity, sticking out in battlefront 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 have in mind for her career. Cautiously, and almost regretfully, she submitted her lotion.

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

Finally, about 3 weeks later, she almost started crying tears of joy when she checked her email, finding a content congratulating her on being one of five candidate accepted for consultation for the berth, out of chiliad of applier. Claire ecstatically shared the newsworthiness with her parents, who was overjoyed. They went out for dinner that nighttime, they praised Claire on her achievement. They told her how they had no doubt that she had what it takes to outsmart out those other young lady for the spatial relation and that she would undoubtedly complete her 3 months of training successfully. Her father even told her, smiling proudly, that he knew that his babe little girl would do whatever it took to make her pipe dream come true.

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On the big day of her consultation, Claire excitedly got quick. Although she wasn't the type of female child to wear off much constitution 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 long auburn hair into a pony shadower behind her, and let some of her boot slide down the side of meat of her human face. She applied a promiscuous layer of foundation to her already unflawed white hide, and put some eye liner on to spotlight 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 joint high gear Charles Grey skirt, and a matching gray blazer, 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 part building that Dr. Lawson worked in. Everything in the construction seemed extremely clean and advanced. Mostly unlike shadiness of white were used for décor, with boastfully panes of shabu windows surrounding each surface She took the lift all the way up to the 30th storey as instructed. It seemed that every sort of medical specialisation was available in this building, as well as administration role for Harvard medical examination school. The site of this made Claire nervous, 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 big meth doorway and smiled as she was almost instantly greeted by presumably the secretary.

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

Claire walked closer to her desk and almost gasped. The secretary was a stunning blonde woman, probably in her of late twenties. She had extravagantly done up platinum blonde whisker, bronzed cutis and off-white white teeth. What made offend Claire was the woman's vast bust. This fair sex may hold had bosom the size of it of Claire's, the difference of opinion was that this woman seemingly proudly put them on display. She wore a compressed gabardine silk blouse, unbuttoned down three release, exposing almost her entire cleavage. The peak of the fabric of her lacy white push-up bra were clearly visible.

Claire couldn't aid 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 question.

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

"right field through that glass door then to your left darling."She beamed.

Claire slowly walked to outwear she was instructed. There she saw 4 other girls sitting in chairs 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 pretty girls. There was a blond with cobnut eyes and light peel, a fit looking brunette with a gorgeous smile, a light-skinned Amerindic missy with jet black hair and trim eubstance, and a small Chinese girl with tumid knocker. While all the other girl were dressed professionally, Claire noticed that she had by far the lowest cut doll, and the but one whose blouse was buttoned up completely.

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

"Hello ladies, my name is Leanna, and I am the drumhead nurse at Dr. Lawson's clinic, as well as his personal assistant."She said in a bubbling articulation"I wanted to start by congratulating on making it to the interview leg of the scholarship accolade. You are the selected 5 of thousands of internal applications, so you should be very pleased."

Claire smiled, but again she was put off by the kit that this womanhood was wearing. It was similar to scrub up that nurses would wear thin at a hospital, but had some fluctuation. Leanna was dressed in a pure white scrub case. The scrub material though seemed to be very tight and seemed to stick to her body contour line like a bit cutis. She was also very youthful looking, she could n't give been a good deal previous then the missy who were interviewing. Claire wondered how a woman this early on in her career could already have worked her way up to point nurse for such a fertile physician.

The chaparral top wrapped around her shoulder joint but the enlarged V around the neck descended late to show Leanna's cleavage. The top then seemed to cling to her breasts and lift them up perfectly. While Leanna did not have overly large breast, the top seemed to face-lift them into thoroughgoing stance, making them look quite sizeable. The top then trailed to her abdomen, sticking to her silken tummy, there it attached to her bloomers with 4 white clitoris, seemingly pulling her sozzled scrubbing drawers up.

She explained that she would lead each girl, one by one into the interview, where they would then leave and be informed later on about the event. She started with the pretty blond girl, and led her into the room behind her.

Claire couldn't help but notice Leanna's perfect butt as she walked away from them. While Leanna had a bantam waist, her pelvis and ass seemed to explode outwards. Her rear end cheeks jutted out and jiggled with each footprint. Claire could not believe how clearly the shape of each juicy impertinence as Leanna took a dance step. The stringency of the scrubbing bottoms allowed for the crystallization clear view.

As the former girls were taken into the audience room one by one, Claire waited nervously. Finally, Leanna smiled at her and said

"Best for live"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 change room, and handed her an outfit.

"Here you go dear, I'll be outside, let me be intimate if you need any service 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 chaparral 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 package.

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

"Oh erm, null, it's just that I might feel more comfy in my own clothes."

"Non sentience"Leanna giggled"Not only do we want to pass water for sure that the scrubs fit, but Dr. Lawson likes his clinic associate to be dressed in a monetary standard uniform. I don't think it would be a well idea to not wear thin this uniform."She said, a stern tone on her face forming for the commencement clip.

"Oh ok, no problem"Claire stomached

"Great then ! accept your time, use this good body mirror to see how you look, trust me you will want to look good for this audience"Leanna's grin returned as she swiftly bounced out toward the door"I'm just on the other English if you need me, good luck dear."

Claire slowly looked at the large total body mirror. It was on the Sami 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 scanty, she took the package in her hands. She opened it. A tag fell out.

It scan"High quality synthetic substance scrub suit. disinfectant, stain proof, gamey operation"

Ms. Claire Roberts

5'5"

36-24-36

32DD

Instructions : Put top on low and zip up at the back. Attach scrub top to bottom using clit. Not to be worn with underwear."

Claire could not think this. Did she give birth 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 position was making her see things.

She gulped, as she slowly took off her buttoned-down bra. Her pale DD cup chest were now spare. They defied gravitational force only the way eighteen-year old breasts could. She had faint pink nipples. Claire looked at the scouring top in her bridge player.

The thin but clingy fabric made Claire think that this is what Spiderman's suit must be made of. The top was half open from the back, with a white zipper running down the back available to connect the opening. She put the top on like a reverse-jacket, slipping her munition through the forgetful sleeves, which covered her arm just a couple inches below each shoulder. The fabric seemed to stick to her skin instantly. She placed the built in bra cups onto her breasts. They had significant cushion, and only seemed to support the undersurface of her breast. She struggled to get the zip up on her back side. Obviously this would be a very tight fit. She jerked up and down, causing her boob to slip out of the loving cup, she was finally able-bodied to get the zip up, but now her titty were completely out of the kit !

She tried again as she shoved her big tit into the cups. 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 eminent. Almost exhausted, Claire looked at the mirror.

She had never seen her tit look so big. The padding in the scrub top lining the underside of her breasts seemed to function as an ultra-aggressive push up bra. The zip mechanism further cause her breasts to rear 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 avail but think of Leanna's hindquarters words though. She reasoned, maybe they just got her size wrong. Surely, once she obtained the posture, she could ask for a looser uniform.

She sighed, as looked at the scrub bottoms. As she unfolded them, she noticed a thin Edward Douglas White Jr. part of fabric dusk to the base. She picked it up. It was a trend White person G-string scanty. She couldn't believe it. Were they really going to apply her this underclothes to wear ?

She put on the midget piece of fabric. The small string simply disappeared between her juicy ass face. Claire was so embarrassed, 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 comfortable underwear.

She struggled to pull the scrub bottoms up. Now unsurprisingly to Claire, she struggled to draw in the Edward White material up her thigh. She got to the rear of her buxom buttock. She sighed as she knew this was not going to be easily. She tried to hale the fabric over her juicy cheek, violently jerking and jumping with each endeavor. This of row caused her boobs and butt to both jiggle 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 other grounds she hated having a big butt. As she finally got the fabric over the meaty component part of her ass, she pulled the ease over with one Sceloporus occidentalis tug.

The pants seemed to run out of material just as it got a couple in above the crease of her bum. This left a few inches of her turn down binding exposed and waist exposed. She knew that the buttons on the bottom of her scrub top were designed to reach the loops of her trouser. She pulled her bottoms up as high as she could, giving herself the ultimate wedgie as the sticky fabric got inhumed recondite into her ass seam. This did by her an in or two.

She pulled her scrub top down. The fabric reaching minimally, but she was able-bodied to make some headway. Of course, this dragged the deep V cervix of her Scrub top even lower, exposing almost all of her deep segmentation. The push up mechanism of her bra literally made it seem her bosom were about to pop out of her top.

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

She looked at herself in the full body mirror. Her cheek went beet red. Her DD cup tit were literally bursting out of this tiny scrub top. She turned, her keister was lifted by the tightness and nature of the fabric into an unnaturally mellow position. The way the framework clung to her like a 2nd skin, and dove into her juicy stub, made the SHAPE of each one of her glorious ass cheeks completely visible. She noted that she could even see the synopsis of a tiny looker mark she had on her right butt cheek.

Claire was almost about to have a panic flack. Surely she would get kicked out of her audience looking like this.

Then, almost as if he knew she had finished getting dressed, she heard a part through the intercommunication system.

'' Claire, its Dr. Lawson here, come in on in dear, we do n't have 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 face were beet red from embarrassment as she walked into the most luxurious office she had ever seen. The floors were marble, the cap seemed 20 feet highschool, like the repose of the building, the walls had various shades of white. There was a large burgundy fir area rug at the end of the long office, with a tumid mahogany 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 detent of her white heels as she walked towards the table. She tried to impel a neural grin, she felt her breasts and butt jiggling with each stone's throw.

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

"Delighted to gather you my dear"He smiled.

While Claire had seen pictures of Dr. Lawson online, she couldn't assistant but think he looked a good deal different now in person, he looked much older, likely in his seventies. He was short, probably about the same size of it as Claire. He was much grievous than he looked in picture, with a daily round face and build. His human face was wrinkles, and center were puffy with bag. He was bald, and kept the whisker that he had on the slope of his head trimmed unforesightful. Claire couldn't help but discover him to resemble the worker Anthony Sir Anthony Philip Hopkins.

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

Claire extended her hand out and met his. He brought her diminished hand to his lips and kissed her fingers lightly. His mouth lingered. Claire almost wanted to reverberate away but didn't want to scandalize him. Maybe this is just how men his age greeted young dame.

After a few long s, he placed her manus down and then took a posterior in his luxuriant Shirley Temple Black recliner chairperson. To his right stood Leanna, smiling warmly down at Claire, giving her a nictitation.

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

"Hello Dr. Lawson, it's an honor to meet you, and thank you so much for this opportunity."She forced a smiling.

"The laurels is all mine my dear."He returned"How is the scrub cause fitting."He said as he took in her flummox soma in the tight suit.

Before she had a chance to respond he continued.

"You know, we here spared no expense to check that our clinic associates have the eminent calibre uniforms."He said proudly

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

Dr. Lawson laughed"Well, don't just stand there, let's see how it fits."He made a motility for her to turn 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 comrade 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 love, I'm just admiring the fit. I think we really got this installment right."

Claire stood where she was. There was a secrecy lasting for what seemed comparable forever. She couldn't assist but notice a large benighted glass blind, seemingly matching where the full soundbox mirror was in Claire's change room.

"You know Claire, while it seems like a blind drunk fit, what you'll find about this getup is that it will patronise you no matter what perspective you're in. The material is almost military material."He chuckled.

"Oh OK."Claire mustered, laughing awkwardly.

She couldn't assist enquire why they were spending so much time talking about this stupid person wooing. Wasn't he going to inquire about her career ambitions, work value-system or finish ?

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 mortified. She knew the world class view of her ass that he had. Claire could barely move.

"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.

"cum on Claire, I know you can derail high than that."Dr. Lawson smirked

"Claire, when Dr. Lawson says jumping, 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 temper at the site in front of him.

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

Claire hopped faster, she could feel her cheek 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 light sweating.

"So how did the knickers find ?"He asked

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

"Where did you finger the support the most ?"

"Umm, all over."She replied.

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

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

"You're what ? Remember Claire this is a medical exam interview, 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 hinder. 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 eyes darted between now between her breasts and eyes. Not nervously at all, he made no attempt to obscure where he was looking.

"Just like when you're jumping up and down, you'll find that the courtship stretches well to patronise 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 chest droop forwards. She knew she was giving him full scene of her already propped up cleavage.

"Claire surely you can touch your toes, all of the former girls could."

Claire was a bit taken back by the commentary, but it served well to trigger her free-enterprise run. She bent down and easily grabbed her brake shoe.

He now had a full view of the teetotum of her bosom. He was almost able to see the border of her nipples.

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

Claire knew at this compass point that he wanted her to stay in this placement. She literally felt like her breasts were about to pop out. She knew to use the set terms now.

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

"I can see that"he chuckled, to Claire's everlasting humiliation"It's tough to find fault the manufacturer though, I don't think these courting have been tested on tits like that."Again Leanna and him laughed loudly.

"Joking of course dearest, we will prepare the necessary alterations."He soothed"That is if you end up winning the spot."He challenged.

After a bit more time admiring her deep cleavage, he gave her the ok to remain firm up.

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

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

This made Claire flash her first echt smile of the interview. This momentarily made her draw a blank the ordeal he had just put her through.

"Thank you sir."

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

You see, Claire, the point of this breeding is not just to learn you a affair or two about medicine, but it is to ram you out of your comforter zone, to take a leak you uprise as an individual."

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

"Only when you break through these light-headed mental roadblock of comfort, will you become in touch with your body's natural instinct."He soothingly said"This is why I worry about your ability to complete the education, Claire. You defence mechanisms are built to ruffian, much too knotty for a missy 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 touching with my instincts. I agree completely. I would do anything to become the best physician that I can."

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

The expectation 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 mephistophelean if I didn't inform you of how it would count on your record should you fail."He paused before continuing"As the quondam dean of Harvard medicine, failing this training program would likely foreclose you from any Ivy league aesculapian shoal across the country."He said sternly

Claire gulped, her career flashing before her eyes."Of track sir. But I want you to get laid that I would do anything that it took to successfully complete training, if you were to pass me the opportunity."

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

"felicitation Claire !"Leanna beamed"I knew you'd be the one."She smiled as she slid some paper work over to her, with dozens of X's where Claire was to bless.

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 looker-on.

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

Claire looked down at the paper workplace 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 couplet foot from his eyes.

Claire read through.

"Oh don't worry about that dearest, just some monetary standard paperwork. It of path guarantees wide-cut non-disclosure and confidentiality about the content of your education and experiences here."Leanna beamed.

Claire rushed through the report work excitedly.

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

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

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

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

Claire was too excited to give care. So what if her new coworkers and boss were the hugging case. She practically skipped out of the office and hurried family to excitedly tell her parents and boyfriend about the skillful tidings.

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 bull about finding herself, I thought she was smart."He laughed

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

"fountainhead I guess I can be quite persuasive."He smiled as he reclined back in his professorship."Watching that little slovenly woman terpsichore around for me really made me severely, fall take maintenance of this girl"

Leanna knew what to do. She peeled her top off, revealing her flawless olive oil skin and C cup tit. Next she scooted off her tight ashen scrub pants, revealing her juicy defenseless ass, which was equally tanned. She climbed on to Dr. Lawson's erect cock. She moaned as it entered her pussy. She kissed him on the lips as he had one hired hand on her ass impertinence and the former on her tit.

She rhythmically rode him until he gave her two penetrative slaps on the impertinence. She promptly climbed off and put her lip around his fat putz. After a few licks a Dr. Lawson emptied his intact cargo in his young assistant's mouth. Leanna gladly swallowed, as usual.

…

Just as Leanna swallowed a large load of cum, Claire entered her elbow room at home base. She lied on the bed. She was overjoyed with how the interview went, she knew that she would fill out this preparation and be well on her way to having her dream vocation. sure enough his methods may be a bit unorthodox, but he was a heavy MD, surely he would know what he's doing.

Little did Claire know that about one year ago, Leanna was had the claim same cerebration.