"Welcome Andrea my dear, please come in. I am Dr Wand; we have been expecting you!"
The voice was warm, welcoming, enough to put Andrea at ease. The apprehension of turning up to such an isolated clinic was nearly enough to have prevented the usually carefree girl from taking advantage of such an opportunity. A two-week vacation to anywhere in the world just to try on a new prototype bra sounded almost too good to be true, but seeing the small group of researchers spread around the room, some obscured by computer screens, others looking up at her in the doorway, all dressed in white lab coats and looking busy, it all felt so much more legitimate.
'Just remember... two weeks in the French Polynesia islands,' she kept reminding herself, to make her go through with it.
Andrea closed the door, leaving the stream of twilight sun behind, to then be bathed by the synthetic light radiating around the windowless clinic.
"Hello, sorry I'm a little late," she said timidly as she moved forward.
"Please, no need to apologise, we are very happy to see you. Follow me!" said the doctor who had greeted her upon entry, taking off a pair of surgical gloves as he walked along slowly.
Andrea followed him deeper into the large clinic, past the gleam of the numerous computer screens, heading toward the rear of the clinic. A light pink dressing screen had been erected beside the examination chair, illuminated by bright lights above and surrounded by monitors.
The clinic was large; however with around a dozen lab technicians bustling around and so many PC's, surgical instruments and general clutter around the area, it felt much more compact. As she walked through the centre, taking in the sights of the work happening around her, Andrea noticed a number of eyes diverting to her and lingering. She couldn't blame them for eyeing her up so much; after all, there were many men in her life who all shared the same desire for her busty figure, something which had always drawn attention throughout her life to the point where she almost expected it, though in this environment it was quite surprising. While her jeans were very tight, she had worn a plain white blouse, however this did nothing to hide her assets which always attracted so much attention. The lab technicians were all of varying ages, a mixture of men and women, and while the girl felt eyes boring into her from every angle, she felt safe and undaunted here.
As Andrea glanced at a screen of one of the few workers not paying her attention, she had to suppress a giggle when she realised he was looking at a pornographic video.
She kept smirking until she reached the rear of the room, amused at the boldness. Just how could he possibly expect he wouldn't get caught watching that at work?
"Well my dear girl, it is getting on, so let's not waste any time," said Dr Wand as Andrea approached him, shaking her hand.
"What would you like me to do Doctor?" Andrea asked politely while wondering how long the trial would take.
"The prototype bra is behind the screen, simply put it on and get comfortable on the examination chair behind me. We do apologise if the situation feels uncomfortable but we have been pushed for time lately," he said kindly.
"It's no problem at all," Andrea replied with a sweet smile before walking behind the screen, shielded from view.
The bright red bra lay on a short table behind the screen, in the measurements that she had confirmed to them over the phone. It was very soft to the touch and had a silky quality to it, but did not feel very different to any other. She changed into it, clipping together the fastening at the front, her voluptuous frame all the more glaringly revealed.
Andrea stepped out from behind the screen before being beckoned over by a female lab assistant standing with a keen smile beside the examination chair.
In an instant, Andrea suddenly had never felt so exposed and defenceless; even though she had her jeans on, Andrea could not help but feel every eye in the room was examining her curves as if she were naked. She could not help but feel every inch of fabric nestling so closely to her skin, even her jeans felt like they were pressing in more tightly between her legs than ever before. Instinctively she crossed her arms, though doing nothing to conceal her full, heaving chest which was so wonderfully filling out the delicate bra.
"Please place your hands above your head, I'm just going to secure your wrists so that your arms do not get tired as I inspect the fit of the bra," the assistant lightly spoke once Andrea had lay down on the chair.
Andrea was too lost in her own insecurity to even think how odd the request was to secure her wrists; she simply did as she was told, her mind focused on the lab assistants who were thankfully shielding the area with another larger screen.
Suddenly she was brought back to her senses as the click of the cuffs above her head indicated her arms were locked in place.
"Is that really necessary?" Andrea asked quietly, not to sound out of order.
Her question, however, fell on deaf ears as the lady, who was out of sight, standing at the head of the chair behind Andrea, lowered a blindfold down and hastily slipped it over Andrea's eyes before she could react.
The instant the void of darkness fell upon Andrea like a wave, her mind was aflame, terror flooding her as she pulled against the restraints without a moment to think. It was of course, useless.
"What's going on? What are you doing?" she asked in a shrill, panicked voice as she heard footsteps approach her.
