My name is Nina and I attend Mytilene Academy with my twin sister Tiffany. The academy is an all girl junior college in southern California and is a little different than most girls' schools, mostly because of the lack of extra curricular activities. The academy curriculum is heavy on academics and light – or devoid – of fun. The students whose families have money take dance, singing, or some type of lessons off campus as a diversion to their dull school life. My sister and I are from a modest family and are here on a scholarship, so we have to resort to inexpensive things to do.
Friday evening, while grocery shopping, I noticed an advertisement on the bulletin board offering $10 to each qualified participant of a study in relaxation therapy. This seemed like something Tiffany and I could do, and even sounded like fun. I wasn't sure what "relaxation therapy" was but I was willing to give it a try. Now all I had to do was convince my sister.
Tiffany was a bit more reserved than I was which might make this a hard sell. We are not identical twins but we are close. Both of us are 5' 6" and slender. Regular workouts in the academy gym keep us toned. Our bodies are similar, but if you ask Tiffany she has larger boobs. She is proud of her 32 D bras but I think she could probably still wear the 36 C's I wear.
I made it back to the dorms and Tiffany hadn't come in from class yet. After a quick cleaning of our room I threw some dinner in the microwave. My sister constantly complained about how much of a slob I am so I hope a clean dorm will help me convince her to take the relaxation therapy classes with me.
Tiffany came through the door and dropped her book bag next to the door. She walked into the kitchen and paused as she noticed our room was clean and dinner was on the table. She looked at me and asked what was going on. I insisted I was just trying to help and suggested we have dinner while it was still warm. As we were finishing dinner I decided to make my move and casually mentioned I ran across something that may be fun.
Tiffany looked at me and said she knew I was up to something. I responded with an innocent shrug and told her I had found something for us to do Saturdays. Surprisingly she agreed with the condition she could quit at any time.
Tiffany and I arrived for the first class to find about 25 women of various ages waiting in the lobby. I recognized a few of them from the academy but we didn't speak. The lobby was sparsely decorated and almost seemed sterile. The walls were a light yellow with white horizontal stripes near the ceiling. The floor was a marbled tile with hospital like vinyl base. There were three closed doors with service windows beside them along one of the walls. Another wall all had a single door, also closed. The third wall was bare with the exception of a couple plaques. The final wall only contained the door we entered the lobby through.
After about a 15 minute wait, a woman entered the room through the middle of the three doors wearing the shortest nurse's uniform I've ever seen. As the nurse walked by, I tried not to let my surprise show. The low cut V-neck, with only 2 or 3 snaps holding it together in the front, allowed me to see the majority of her large breasts. After she passed, my gaze followed her to realize the short uniform didn't quite hide the bottom of her ass. You know that curve that tucks back into the upper thigh that punctuates a great ass. It became even more visible when she hung a sign on the wall. I'll bet almost half of her ass could be seen by everyone in the lobby. Three women standing in a group next to me commented on how the young nurse wasn't wearing any underwear and how disgusted they were with her display. They left promptly.
The nurse, who still hadn't said anything, turned around and walked back to the door she had come in through. Just before leaving the room she turned around and cleared her throat, getting the attention of those she didn't already have. She grabbed the bottom edge of her uniform, which had ridden up enough that those close enough could have seen a hint of her shaven sex, and pulled it down. I heard several of the older women complain about the crudeness of her actions and left the lobby, leaving only about 15 young women.
The nurse said she was an assistant to Dr. Woo, the research scientist in charge of this project. She introduced herself as Bella, a nursing student who attended the doctor's first class last year. She had white blonde hair with and for lack of a better explanation, evil and dark brown eyebrows. Her chest was large and nearly exposed after pulling on the bottom of her uniform. So much so I could see part of her areolas.
My attention snapped back to reality when I heard the door close. Bella had gone and I had not heard what she said. I turned to Tiffany and asked what Nurse Bella had said and she informed me we will be interviewed soon to qualify us for entry in the project. Now that the distraction had gone, I read the newly placed sign on the wall that stated the same thing. Furthermore, the sign asked each candidate to have a minimum of three forms of identification ready to prove they were over 18, which was no problem for us. Another five women left the lobby after this announcement.
The middle of the three doors opened and Bella announced the screening would begin. She invited the young woman standing closest to the door to come in and sit down. The door closed behind them and the remaining nine of us waited impatiently. Tiffany leaned over and suggested we should leave. She was becoming more and more uneasy and thought this whole setup was too unnerving. I responded by teasing her that she was being too much of a prude. I told her she could not back out now just because some nurse was wearing a skimpy uniform. She reluctantly agreed but pointed out I agreed she could quit at any time.
After about 10 minutes, the door opened and the candidate quickly walked past us all and left the lobby. Bella came through the door and pointed at me and told me I was next. I stood up and entered the small room, stepping to the side as Bella closed the door behind me. She told me to strip down to my bra and panties and have a seat on the examination table. Before I could comment, she handed me a clipboard and pen and instructed me to fill out the questionnaire while I wait for her to return.
I squeamishly mentioned to Bella I was not wearing any underwear and asked if she had anything I could cover myself with. Nurse Bella looked at me with a smirk, and asked if I wanted to participate in this project or not. I nodded yes and she turned her back to me and bent over looking through the drawers of the desk next to her. First she explored the top drawer, then the middle drawer, and finally the lowest drawer, exposing more and more of her ass as she went. By the time she made it to the bottom drawer, her entire ass was poking out from under her uniform. I could hear rustling in the drawer as she searched which refocused my attention to her. I glanced from the drawer to her rear and saw her smoothly shaved sex. It was smooth and glistening in all its glory. Just as I was about to speak and voice my objections to her flaunting herself in front of me she stood up and twirled around. She abruptly tugged on the bottom of her uniform to cover herself and apologized for not having anything for me to cover myself. She said I could stay and do as she asked or leave as she left the small exam room.
Stunned, I looked down at the questionnaire and read the first sentence. It stated that, if selected, each candidate would be paid $10 for each Saturday class they attended with a $500 bonus paid if they participated in all classes. That was enough to convince me. We could really use the extra cash. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor. Then I unfastened my jeans and slid them off my hips and down my thighs. I bent down to take hold of my pants as I stepped out of them and placed them on the exam table. As I stood up I found Nurse Bella watching me, or my ass to be more precise. I turned around and backed away from her until I was leaning against the exam table. Unable to speak, I just stood there as she scooped up the questionnaire.
She asked why I hadn't filled it out, but before I could respond she said she would ask me the questions and fill in my answers. I nodded in agreement and scooted up onto the table clinching my legs together as I tried to keep myself hidden. She asked for my three forms of identification as she scanned down through the questions. I turned and retrieved them from my pants pocket and handed them to her. After a thorough inspection Bella returned them to me and I stuffed them back into my jeans pocket.
The first series of questions were simple, all relating to health conditions and allergic reactions. The next series of questions were a little more personal as Nurse Bella asked me for my measurements, which I replied with 36-24-32. She then asked for my cup size and I responded with a large size C. She asked if I were a virgin and I said yes. Her next question caught me off guard as I did not immediately respond. After a moment of silence, I asked why she needed to know if I masturbated. Nurse Bella replied that in order to qualify, or disqualify, participants they needed to develop a true profile of the individual's health, habits, and activities. After another moment of silence, I softly replied with yes.
Nurse Bella nodded with a satisfied smile on her face and moved on to the last few questions, all about the way and frequency of my self exploration. I answered truthfully to them all keeping the idea of the $500 bonus in my mind. My interrogator, as I began to think of her, asked me to stand up, turn around, and lay down on my stomach. As I stood, so did Nurse Bella. I turned and tried to ease myself onto the exam table without completely exposing myself.