The chubby woman's white lab coat flapped open from time to time, revealing a cloud of greying pubic hair. She wore no skirt or panties. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded down the carpeted corridors of darkened offices. Sometimes her nipples peeked out, dark-brown gumdrops hard as bullets from rubbing against coarse, white cotton.
She wore nothing BUT the coat. And a funny, old-fashioned starched white nurse's hat like Gene only ever saw in the antique entertainment vids the colonists had brought from Old Earth.
She carried a wire rack of big glass tubes, which she switched from her right to her left hand as she knocked at one of the offices and entered without waiting.
The women at the conference table were all in white too. Perhaps a group of doctors and med-techs and health-security bureaucrats? They were tapping their e-terminals and peppering the woman seated at the head with questions, all the while munching from a platter of... peaches and cucumbers?... that left them sticky and slippery as they fingered their electronics.
Although they were all fully clothed, professionally dressed, not even a nipple bump or a square centimeter of thigh showing, they paid little attention to the tech or her wire rack, even when she stepped up and whispered in the ear of the woman at the head of the table, breasts sagging out, wrinkled and sun-browned cleavage fully visible as she bent over, "Director, I have..." but nobody could hear the rest, even though most conversation subsided.
The Director listened, absentmindedly running the tip of her tongue along the cleft of a peach she was holding, then turned to the group, "If you'll excuse me," she said, "This won't take long!"
They nodded and went back to their tablets and their discussion and their fruits and vegetables, not even watching as the Director led the nervous tech out the door.
They went down a flight of stairs, leaving the administrative wing, and found an unoccupied examination room. Not bothering to lock the door, the Director flopped on one of the tables and opened her legs. The tech set down the testtubes and moved to help her strap her feet in the stirrups.
"Help me get these knickers off first," she said, lifting her hips and pulling up her knee-length skirt to reveal skimpy cotton panties -- white, of course -- letting the tech get hold of the waistband.
"Oh!" she said as she pulled them off and set them on the counter next to the testtubes, "How lovely! You've waxed!"
"Smooth as a virgin before her first practicum," the Director said, putting her feet in the stirrups and pushing her lets apart. Tanned, bare pussylips opened, revealing a hooded clitoris above a pink vaj. "Could you access the records?" she nodded towards the testtubes, "Find out what boy's milk is any good?"
The tech patted herself just above her pubis, "Works for me!" The director wondered. It might just be that the tech looked as if she'd put on a few extra kilos. She reached a hand out to the tech's belly, brushing her pussyfur and feeling for the bump.
