"Ok, so what do I have to do," Jasmine asked.
"You have to agree to be isolated for one month" Bobbie replied, "That's it.
"I can't tell you any more about the experiment than that, just that you'll be completely isolated form any outside input, no phones, TV's, internet, not even any clocks."
Jasmine eyed the woman in the white lab coat suspiciously before glancing around the office. It was much like hundreds of others on the IU campus except that it was neater than any of the offices of her previous advisors she'd ever been in with one entire wall devoted to important looking certificates and awards.
"And I'll get ten grand applied to my student loans?" Jasmine asked.
"If you last for the entire month, yes, you'll be accredited ten thousand dollars against your student loans," Bobbie replied.
"All that for hanging out in a room for a month?" Jasmine asked, her finger running through her close cropped bristly black hair.
"Well, it's more than just a room," Bobbie replied, "You read the study prospective.
"You'll be transported to a farm outside Bloomington where we have the isolation facility set up. It has everything you could need for you're a month, kitchen with any food you'd care to request, living room, library, very nice bathroom with a walk in shower and jacuzzi tub, even a gym for you to exercise.
"You'll be able to send notes through an envelope drop if you need anything such as milk, orange juice, eggs or even aspirin or Alleve."
"So why no clothes?" Jasmine asked, "Just so you can perve on me and watch me through all the cameras?"
"I can promise we won't be 'perving' on you," Bobbie reassured her with a smile, "But part of the isolation, part of... breaking you away from the mold of your everyday life so to speak, is to not allow clothes for the time you're isolated."
"For ten grand... fine!" Jasmine said.
Jasmine recalled the conversation that she had two months ago and slipped the bathrobe from her shoulders, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the entry.
"So, just remember," the female student with a plastic STAFF ID on her blouse was saying, "We'll be monitoring you all the time, so if at any time you have any issues at all or wish to leave all you have to do is ask.
"Ok?"
"Yea," Jasmine replied suddenly more nervous than what she had expected, "So... I'm not going to talk to anyone for a month?"
"You'll have to abide by the rules of the experiment for one month," the student replied, "Yes."
"Well... then... I... ummmm, I'll see you in a month," Jasmine replied.
The student smiled in what Jasmine thought of as a reassuring way and then stepped back.
"When you're ready, just step through the door and the experiment will begin," the student replied when Jasmine continued to stand in the entry.
Jasmine nodded and then turned to walk through the plain, windowless door. It felt decidedly odd to walk into an unknown space naked, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cold linoleum. She glanced down at herself, her dark olive skin covered in goosebumps, her nipples hard points that had nothing to do with the temperature.
The room beyond was the kitchen with a central island topped by an assortment of copper pots and pans, a refrigerator next to a stand up freezer, oven and dishwasher, all the appliances brand new spotlessly clean brushed chrome.
Jasmine glanced up towards the ceiling and after only a moment found three different cameras placed to capture every possible location in the kitchen. She walked into the living room and noticed a soft, background susurration of air handlers, enough white noise to dampen any sound that might have come from outside. The living room was just as well furnished as the kitchen with a recliner, L shaped sofa, a gas fireplace and even a beanbag, but what was obviously missing was any electronics devices, such as a TV or stereo.
Jasmine continued her exploration down a short hallway to find a library with shelves of books including several that she had yet to read and specifically requested, a gym with a weight machine, treadmill, Stairmaster and rowing machine, a bathroom that had her dying to try out the spacious marble walk in shower or enormous jacuzzi bath and finally the bedroom. She found it a little odd that none of the rooms had doors, every entry open as she walked silently into the bedroom.
The bed was an enormous king size bed that filled the majority of the room, although Jasmine instantly found the cameras mounted in the corners of the room and gave them a baleful glare. She had seen similar cameras in every single room, including the bathroom and found the idea of constantly being watched, including when she eventually would need to take a crap more than a little unsettling.
She was used to being naked, including in front of strangers, but some things were decidedly intended to be solitary endeavors.
Being naked in a completely new space also had her more aware of other needs, the idea of hiding under the blankets like a teenager afraid of being caught by her mom instead of enjoying herself in the bath or the couch or the many other places she normally preferred a bit... aggravating.
"All right, yea... this... this could work."
Jasmine froze in shock at the unknown voice, her eyes wide while she stared towards the hallway that led back to the living room. There was the sound of pots banging together and she imagined someone reaching up to move one of the copper pans to set the entire cluster into noisy motion.
Jasmine slipped quietly over to the bedroom door and glanced down the hallway and into the living room, the open floor plan allowing her to see a man she had never seen, a man just as naked as she was opening the refrigerator door and looking inside.
He looked to a little over six feet, his shoulder blades moving smoothly beneath his tanned skin. He had a very dark tan except for his ass milky white ass, his tan ending at the dimple just above the crease of his ass and extending down to mid way down his thighs. Jasmine watched, her mouth hanging open in shock as he opened the freezer.
"Oh yea, steaks, burgers, porkchops... catfish?" he said curiously, "Sure, ok, a bit of variety I guess."
The man let the door to the freezer close before turning around, his eyes traveling over the hanging pots and pans that were still swaying gently as he walked into the living room. Jasmine's eyes traveled down to the nest of curly black hair surrounding the man's cock. She could see his length swaying between his thighs and bit her lip before glancing up to watch him. He had light brown hair that looked bleached from plenty of time in the sun, his nose long and narrow that reminded her of her father's unlike her own wide, flat nose she had inherited from her mom.
Jasmine tried not to laugh when her reached down and gave himself a squeeze, not sure if it was even a conscious action as he tugged at his length before letting go.
"No fucking Xbox, man," the man said as he made a tour through the living room, pausing to flip the leather on the recliner to extend it before pushing back to a sitting position, "This would be such a fucking walk in the park if had an Xbox, but can't have everything I gue...
"Oh, shit!"
Jasmine had to restrain a giggle when the man finally noticed her and jumped comically into the air, his eyes wide and staring while he stood frozen.
"Aaap!" the man said, his gaping mouth closing comically to cut off any sound while his eyes traveled up and down Jasmine's naked body.
She took and involuntary step back so that the doorframe to the bedroom concealed her sex while leaving her right breast and naked hip exposed while still staring at the man.
"Who the hell are you?" the man finally demanded.
