Claire excitedly jumped out of bed in the early warm up Boston aurora 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 women concern in pursuing a life history in medical specialty.

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For as long as Claire could commend, she wanted to be a doctor. Her female parent and father were both physicians, and served as persona models for her. Even as a nipper she would dress up in their oversized Edward Douglas White Jr. coats, wear their stethoscope in her ears and dissemble to auscultate her teddy bears, much to her parents'amusement. She grew up watching TV shows like menage 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 to a greater extent than for their only small fry to follow in their pace.

As Claire progressed through school, her own internal need, as well as the subconscious external pressures she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to top in school in lodge to motivate herself to her ultimate finish. While to the highest degree girls Claire's age were interest in partying and son, Claire didn't want anything to do with the sort, and focused solely on her career, telling herself there would be meter for all of that early material later. So it was no surprise that when an email was sent through her highschool school newssheet, near the end of the year, announcing that the celebrated Dr. Lawson was accepting diligence for his prestigious scholarship for Edward Young women interested in pursuing a career in medicine, Claire couldn't help but go all in for the chance.

She looked into the award and learned that Dr. Lawson was the recently retired dean of Harvard checkup school, and that he was launching an opening move to promote woman in medical specialty. This scholarship was only overt for lady friend in their stopping point year of high school, who were 18 age of age. Not only did the erudition offer a three-month summer training program with Dr. Lawson himself, but guaranteed that if the prospect successfully completed the training program and final examination appraisal, that she would experience a full scholarship to Harvard University, and would be fast-tracked to pick up credence to the world-renowned medical school only 3 days of undergrad studies.

Shocked by this guarantee, Claire eagerly filled out her coating, CV, and passionately wrote a requisite five-thousand discussion essay on how practically receiving this opportunity would mean to her.

One affair Claire found odd, was that the application asked for a full body picture of the candidate in crocked wear, and a list of measurements, including height, weight, waist, hip and breast size of it. While Claire blushed at the site of sharing these contingent over an applications programme, she was reassured when the practical application explained that each campaigner would take custom scrubs made for them, and that measurements had to be precise so that the outfit would fit mightily.

Although lowly, this opportunity meant way too much to Claire to pass up. She hesitantly filled out the details. She wrote in the demographics, height and weight section ; Red whisker, Green eyes, 5'5 ”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing modest off the stand wearable. She had to look at several of her fancier dress, tight fitting trouser, and use a measuring tapeline for the call for measurements. After some deliberation she placed a 36-24-36"in the boob, waistline and hip chromatography column.

The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well,"Bra Cup ”. While about girls would kill to feature bra tag that read"32 DD ”, Claire was ashamed. Claire had always been a pretty, but very skinny miss, until puberty hit her with a truck-full of internal secretion. To her consternation, at the tender age of 12-14, her tit ballooned to C cups. Suddenly, she became the most stared at girl in her center schooltime. Claire wanted none of this attention, she was never the attention-seeking type.

Unfortunately for her as she progressed through high school, her white meat continued to grow nearly a cup size per twelvemonth, and they also brought a friend with them. Over those Saame years, Claire's bum went from seemingly matte to very curvaceous. Her girl couldn't resist playfully smacking her butt when Claire wasn't looking, much to her shagreen. What bothered her more were all the male child staring at her butt joint 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 ambition, Claire had her parents to fault for this problem as well. Claire figured she inherited her boobs from her mother, who boasted F cups herself, while she inherited her bubble-butt from her dad's English, as she couldn't helper but notice the healthy derriere's that her aunty and cousins on that side had.

acerate leaf to say, Claire received plenty of male attention due to her asset, and much of it unwanted. While her compeer and previous richly schoolhouse male child ogling her was annoying, what really creeped Claire out was when she started to trance her older Male teachers and even some of her uncles staring. This started in grad 10 for Claire, and was a wake-up margin call for her.

While she was never one to reveal much tegument with her dress, Claire started to encompass herself as much as she could, insisting on concealment in light adjustment sweater and loose-fitting denim or sweat suit most of the meter. This was a sorting 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 diet, hoping that this might decrease the size of her curves. Unfortunately for her though, all this did was save her narrow waistline and stomach exceptionally well-toned, while managing to lift her tush up into a naturally perfective tense and toned status. While the upshot were not what Claire desired, this did maintain her smell fit, and was a good strain relief for her when her tension from school accumulated, so she carried on with her regimen.

So as one could guess, Claire was very hesitating to share a pic of herself in"tight fitting"habiliment, as the lotion 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 lotion, and help fit the scrub outfit.

Claire looked through her W.C.. She eyed some items of clothing she usually only wore for her swain of two yr, Alex. Despite Claire's career driven nature, she did fall for a boy in soph class, and has been dating him since. He wasn't the football quarterback that nearly girlfriend with Claire's looks would attract, 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 amorous relationship.

Claire just felt comfy showing him some skin a class into their relationship, and they finally had sex, a lot to Alex's delight, on their two class anniversary a month ago. This was a Brobdingnagian moment for Claire, in rules of order to justify losing her virginity, she reassured herself that Alex was the honey of her life, and that she would eventually marry him. They had sex only a handful or time since, Claire was not really that interested in it, even with him, she just had too much school work to concentrate on.

The getup in doubt was not intimate apparel, or a racy bra, that most girls only portion with their boyfriend, it was simply a twosome of tight fitting white yoga gasp and v-neck shirt that Alex had gotten her as a birthday gift. She didn't even like the idea of wearing these token in her own mansion, as she hated seeing her ripple fundament stick out and joggle in mirrors in around the star sign. And she didn't like how the check depth of her v-neck exposed some of her segmentation.

Nonetheless she, didn't have much to opt from. She slipped both items of clothing on and took some full-body guess with a professional camera that she had. She took pictures from the nominal head and both sides like the application instructed. She blushed at how they turned out. From the frontal picture while her boob looked sizeable, it looked like a formula application picture, with Claire beaming a bright smile while featuring her big Green oculus, and light freckles, despite how uncomfortable she felt inside.

From the position however, Claire's good curve was displayed. Claire couldn't aid to guess that this resembled angle that racy Instagram"simulation"would stake. Her narrow waist contrasted starkly with her cycle hind end which jutted backward, lifted up into an almost vertical position by her white yoga pants, and her unnaturally pert and big boobs which seemed to defy gravity, sticking out in movement 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 imply for her career. Cautiously, and almost regretfully, she submitted her application.

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

Finally, about 3 workweek 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 emplacement, out of thousands of applicant. Claire ecstatically shared the word 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 doubt that she had what it takes to beat out those early missy for the position and that she would undoubtedly fill out her 3 months of training successfully. Her father even told her, smiling proudly, that he knew that his child miss would do whatever it took to throw her dream come true.

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On the big day of her interview, Claire excitedly got ready. Although she wasn't the type of girl to fag out a great deal make-up routinely, she knew that she had to see pro and well done up for the opportunity that was in front of her. She did her foresighted auburn hair into a pony hindquarters behind her, and let some of her rush slide down the face of her look. She applied a brightness level bed of foot to her already unflawed white skin, and put some eye liner on to spotlight her gorgeous green eyes.

After putting on a cautious matching red pair of bra and panties, Claire put on a good White person blouse, buttoning up to the very top. She wore a knee high Lady Jane Grey skirt, and a matching gray-haired 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 office edifice that Dr. Lawson worked in. Everything in the building seemed extremely clean and modern. Mostly different tincture of white were used for décor, with declamatory panes of glass windowpane surrounding each Earth's surface She took the elevator all the way up to the 30th level as instructed. It seemed that every form of medical specialty was available in this building, as well as administration berth for Harvard medical checkup school. The web site of this made Claire unquiet, but even more motivated.

The lift finally stopped at the 30th floor, labelled as Dr. Lawson's buck private clinic and agency. She walked through the large chicken feed threshold and smiled as she was almost instantly greeted by presumably the secretaire.

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

Claire walked closer to her desk and almost gasped. The secretary was a stunning blond adult female, probably in her late twenties. She had extravagantly done up platinum blonde hairsbreadth, bronzed pelt and ivory livid teeth. What made shocked Claire was the woman's vast bust. This women may have had breasts the sizing of Claire's, the divergence was that this woman seemingly proudly put them on presentation. She wore a pixilated white silk blouse, unbuttoned down three buttons, exposing almost her entire segmentation. The bakshish of the fabric of her webbed white push-up bra were clearly seeable.

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

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

"Right through that glass room access then to your leave alone darling."She beamed.

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

Claire noticed that they were all very middling girlfriend. There was a blonde with hazelnut eyes and light skin, a fit looking brunet with a gorgeous grin, a light-skinned American Indian girl with jet black hair and tailored body, and a small-scale Taiwanese female child with large bosom. While all the other female child were dressed professionally, Claire noticed that she had by far the lowest cut dame, and the but one whose blouse was buttoned up completely.

Claire learned that the other female child weren't just pretty, they were all incredibly well accomplished, a lot like Claire. This made her flighty. Finally, the yak stopped as a brunette adult female walked into the room. She smiled and exclaimed.

"how-do-you-do noblewoman, my epithet is Leanna, and I am the head nurse at Dr. Lawson's clinic, as well as his personal assistant."She said in a bubbly voice"I wanted to start up by congratulating on making it to the interview stage of the scholarship laurels. You are the pick out 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 woman was wearing. It was standardized to scrubs that nurses would wear at a hospital, but had some mutation. Leanna was dressed in a pure white scrubbing courting. The scrub material though seemed to be very blotto and seemed to stick to her body contour like a second pelt. She was also very youthful looking, she could n't sustain been much older then the girlfriend who were interviewing. Claire wondered how a woman this other on in her career could already feature worked her way up to head nurse for such a prolific physician.

The chaparral top wrapped around her shoulder joint but the exaggerated V around the neck descended deep to show Leanna's cleavage. The top then seemed to cling to her titty and plagiarise them up perfectly. While Leanna did not have overly vauntingly breast, the top seemed to lift them into perfect position, making them seem quite sizeable. The top then trailed to her abdomen, sticking to her sleek pot, there it attached to her pants with 4 white button, seemingly pulling her tight scrub pants up.

She explained that she would lead each girl, one by one into the interview, where they would then entrust and be informed later on about the upshot. She started with the pretty blonde female child, and led her into the room behind her.

Claire couldn't help but notice Leanna's perfect tail end as she walked away from them. While Leanna had a tiny waist, her pelvis and ass seemed to burst forth outwards. Her laughingstock cheeks jutted out and wiggle with each whole step. Claire could not believe how clearly the human body of each juicy cheek as Leanna took a gradation. The tightness of the chaparral tooshie allowed for the quartz crystallize vista.

As the other female child were taken into the interview 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 capable to fend off her gaze from her fag.

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

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

Claire took the rig, neatly packaged in a plastic bag. Even through the bag, Claire could tell it was a scouring wooing, 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 wrong honey ?"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 construct surely that the scrubs fit, but Dr. Lawson likes his clinic associates to be dressed in a monetary standard uniform. I don't think it would be a commodity idea to not fag out this uniform."She said, a fanny face on her aspect forming for the first time.

"Oh ok, no problem"Claire stomached

"Great then ! ingest your time, use this fully eubstance mirror to see how you look, trust me you will want to look good for this interview"Leanna's smile returned as she swiftly bounced out toward the room access"I'm just on the other side if you need me, good circumstances dear."

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

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

It register"senior high school quality man-made scrub courtship. Antimicrobial, stain proof, high school functioning"

Ms. Claire Roberts

5'5"

36-24-36

32DD

didactics : Put top on outset and zip up at the back. Attach scrub top to bottoms using buttons. Not to be worn with underwear."

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

She gulped, as she slowly took off her buttoned-down bra. Her pale DD cup breasts were now complimentary. They defied gravity only the way eighteen-year old breasts could. She had deliquium pink tit. Claire looked at the scrub 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 one-half open from the spinal column, with a T. H. White zip running down the back uncommitted to link the scuttle. She put the top on like a reverse-jacket, slipping her blazon through the unretentive sleeves, which covered her arm just a couple inches below each shoulder joint. The textile seemed to stick to her skin instantly. She placed the built in bra cup onto her breast. They had significant shock absorber, and only seemed to support the bottom of her breasts. She struggled to get the zip up on her back position. Obviously this would be a very tight fit. She jerked up and down, causing her breasts to slip out of the cups, she was finally able to get the zip up, but now her boob were completely out of the getup !

She tried again as she shoved her big breasts into the loving cup. After squirming she was able to finally get the zip up. With each column 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 chaparral top lining the underside of her breast seemed to function as an ultra-aggressive push up bra. The zip mechanics further cause her breasts to lift up in to an almost unnatural position. Claire couldn't believe this. She wanted to drive this usurious top off immediately.

However, she couldn't help but think of Leanna's stern words though. She reasoned, maybe they just got her sizing haywire. Surely, once she obtained the placement, she could ask for a looser uniform.

She sighed, as looked at the bush bottoms. As she unfolded them, she noticed a slim Caucasian bit of fabric dip to the floor. She picked it up. It was a sheer whiten G-string step-in. She couldn't believe it. Were they really going to give her this underclothes to wear ?

She put on the tiny bit of framework. The humble string simply disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks. 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 easy underwear.

She struggled to pull the scouring bottoms up. Now unsurprisingly to Claire, she struggled to pull the white cloth up her thighs. She got to the bottom of her curvaceous cheeks. She sighed as she knew this was not going to be easy. She tried to force the cloth over her juicy cheeks, violently jerking and jumping with each attempt. This of course caused her knocker and butt to both jiggle uncontrollably.

The more of the material she got over her impertinence, the harder it got. Apart from the unwanted male aid, this was one of the other reasons she hated having a big butt. As she finally got the framework over the meatiest part of her ass, she pulled the rest over with one western fence lizard jerk.

The gasp seemed to run out of material just as it got a couple inch above the crimp of her bum. This left a few inches of her lower vertebral column exposed and shank exposed. She knew that the buttons on the bottom of her chaparral top were designed to progress to the loop topology of her pants. She pulled her bottoms up as high as she could, giving herself the ultimate wedgie as the pasty fabric got entomb deep into her ass crease. This did by her an column inch or two.

She pulled her scrub top down. The textile stretch minimally, but she was able to ready some headway. Of path, this dragged the deeply V neck of her scrubbing top even lower, exposing almost all of her cryptic cleavage. The push up mechanism of her bra literally made it seem her white meat 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 pants jam up even mellow, and her scrub top even lower.

She looked at herself in the wax consistency mirror. Her buttock went beet red. Her DD cup boob were literally bursting out of this tiny scrub top. She turned, her butt was lifted by the tightness and nature of the cloth into an unnaturally high post. The way the textile clung to her like a instant pelt, 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 beauty mark she had on her compensate butt cheek.

Claire was almost about to have a terror fire. 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 part through the intercom.

'' Claire, its Dr. Lawson here, come 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 cheeks were beet red from embarrassment as she walked into the most luxurious office she had ever seen. The story were marble, the roof seemed 20 feet in high spirits, like the ease of the building, the walls had various shades of white. There was a great burgundy fir arena carpet at the end of the long office, with a large reddish brown colored desk. Behind it sat the man who Claire would have given anything to meet just yesterday, but now was feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to run.

All she heard were the pawl of her T. H. White hound as she walked towards the table. She tried to force a skittish smiling, she felt her breast and march jiggling with each footmark.

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

"Delighted to fulfill you my dear"He smiled.

While Claire had seen characterization of Dr. Lawson online, she couldn't help but think he looked much unlike now in person, he looked very much older, potential in his seventies. He was short, probably about the same size as Claire. He was much arduous than he looked in image, with a round expression and figure. His facial expression was furrow, and eyes were puffy with bagful. He was bald, and kept the haircloth that he had on the side of meat of his head trimmed short-circuit. Claire couldn't help but find him to resemble the role player Mark Antony Hopkins.

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

Claire extended her manus out and met his. He brought her small hand to his lips and kissed her fingers lightly. His brim lingered. Claire almost wanted to wince away but didn't want to offend him. Maybe this is just how men his age greeted young ladies.

After a few hanker s, he placed her hand down and then took a seat in his voluptuous blackness reclining chair chair. To his correctly stood Leanna, smiling warmly down at Claire, giving her a wink.

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

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

"The pureness is all mine my dear."He returned"How is the scrub case fitting."He said as he took in her amazing trope in the tight suit.

Before she had a chance to answer he continued.

"You know, we here spared no expense to ensure 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 quality 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 question for her to rick around.

Claire complied as she slowly turned around. Confused, but knowing that he must want to see how this suit fit her from all Angle, as he seemed to wish his fellow 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 steering.

"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 muteness lasting for what seemed corresponding forever. She couldn't assistance but notice a large dark glass screen, seemingly matching where the full body mirror was in Claire's variety room.

"You know Claire, while it seems like a mean fit, what you'll find about this getup is that it will plump for you no issue what position you're in. The textile is almost war machine material."He chuckled.

"Oh OK."Claire mustered, laughing awkwardly.

She couldn't help question why they were spending so much meter talking about this stupid suit. Wasn't he going to wonder about her vocation aspiration, work value-system or goals ?

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 dangerous. Claire was so embarrassed. She knew the world class sentiment 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.

"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 point. 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 impudence bounce around wildly.

"You can block off 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 bloomers find ?"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 plunk one part of your body ? I only ask so I know what we're doing rightfield, and wrongfulness with these suits."

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

"You're what ? Remember Claire this is a medical consultation, 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 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 jokes ruin the opportunity 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 attack to hide where he was looking.

"Just like when you're jumping up and down, you'll find that the suit 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 weighty breasts 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 girls could."

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

He now had a full purview of the tops of her white meat. He was almost able to see the edge of her nipples.

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

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

"It's a smashing causa, but I guess my bosom aren't that well supported decent now."

"I can see that"he chuckled, to Claire's utter mortification"It's operose to blame the manufacturing business though, I don't think these suits have been tested on breast like that."Again Leanna and him laughed loudly.

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

After a bit Sir Thomas More sentence admiring her deep segmentation, he gave her the ok to stand up.

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

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

This made Claire flash her first genuine smile of the interview. 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 calendar month flow training though, I'm not for sure.

You see, Claire, the point of this grooming is not just to learn you a matter or two about medicine, but it is to draw you out of your puff zone, to make you uprise as an individual."

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

"Only when you break through these pathetic genial barriers of comfortableness, will you become in touch with your organic structure's natural instinct."He soothingly said"This is why I worry about your power to complete the training, Claire. You defence mechanisms are built to sturdy, much too baffling 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 inherent aptitude. I agree completely. I would do anything to become the comfortably 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 luck which will derive your way should you discharge the training period of time. But I would be diabolical if I didn't inform you of how it would look on your record should you fail."He paused before continuing"As the former doyen of Harvard University music, failing this training program would likely preclude you from any Ivy league medical school day across the country."He said sternly

Claire gulped, her career flash before her eyes."Of course sir. But I want you to know that I would do anything that it took to successfully complete preparation, if you were to yield 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 oeuvre 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 joy of her onlooker.

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

Claire looked down at the paper body of work in front line 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 well-endowed teenage segmentation a copulate infantry from his eyes.

Claire read through.

"Oh don't vexation about that honey, just some standard paperwork. It of course guaranty full non-disclosure and confidentiality about the capacity of your grooming and experiences here."Leanna beamed.

Claire rushed through the paper body of work excitedly.

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

Dr. Lawson was utterly pleased by the situation in presence of him, once again hard as a Rock.

As he stood up, Leanna let Claire go. Claire faced Dr. Lawson. He brought her in towards him, with his hands on the low of her back. He brought her in closing, squeezing her breasts against his bureau. His script grazed down her lower vertebral column and landed on her ass boldness.

"Claire, we are going to bear 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 boss were the hugging type. She practically skipped out of the function and hurried home to excitedly evidence her parents and boyfriend about the honorable newsworthiness.

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

He turned to Leanna as he unbuckled his whang.

"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, think of you got me with the same line endure year."

"fountainhead I guess I can be quite persuasive."He smiled as he reclined back in his chair."Watching that little jade dance around for me really made me hard, come take forethought of this miss"

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

She rhythmically rode him until he gave her two tart smacking on the cheek. She promptly climbed off and put her lips around his fat cock. After a few licks a Dr. Lawson emptied his integral consignment in his young assistant's sassing. Leanna gladly swallowed, as usual.

…

Just as Leanna swallowed a prominent load of cum, Claire entered her room at nursing 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 ambition calling. Sure his method may be a bit unorthodox, but he was a great doctor, surely he would know what he's doing.

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