busty and left-handed

It was a long walk along this curvy stony road that led from the little clearing of the helicopter pad into a forest.  It was a hot day and Dareen could feel the sun on her bare butt, intensely ashamed of her exposure.  Her skin and face felt hot and flushed, which if she were white would register as a full-body blush from head to bare toes.  Colonel McNulty tried to make conversation, his pasty white complexion half in shadow from the visor of his cap.  “You see we really do like hanging out in the middle of nowhere.”  Dareen could begin to make out a round, low, white building through the trees.  “This used to be a fallout shelter for what they called ‘essential government personnel’.  Ten years ago they converted it into a bio lab.  And now, Miss Alkaras, it is devoted to studying you.”

        Dareen’s poor soles felt like they were bruised permanently as they approached the glass entrance.  “I’m flattered,” she said insipidly.  A scary idea: an entire lab devoted to studying her nude body.  At least it wasn’t in “public”, like when she was standing in front of all of downtown Atlanta holding up the Joly Tower.

        Of course there was a security checkpoint.  The others got in by holding up their passes.  Dareen walked her naked self through the metal detector and fortunately there wasn’t any beeping.  Still, the guard had her stand there while he passed the wand up and down her sides and her rear.  As he passed it over her front it lightly clipped her nipples.  “Sorry,” he said, as her breasts jiggled for a second.  He wasn’t used to such outward protruberances.  She hated this reminder of her bustiness.  She longed again for the breast reduction that had finally been approved by her health insurer, but by now that was probably just a dream.  She tried to numb her mind to what was happening as the guard and the others all looked at everything she had, all out for everyone to see.  The guard had her raise her arms and passed the wand along her armpits.  She caustically thought of body cavity searches then shuddered as she realized that here it was a real possibility.

        Fortunately they did not deem her that much a security risk and the ordeal was over.  It only remained for her to accompany the officers to the little registration desk.  She signed her name on the clipboard, with difficulty because the little string attached to the right side didn’t quite reach over to her hand.  Isn’t anyone here left-handed? she thought.  Then she was given a name tag.  She held it and looked up at McNulty, who suddenly laughed.  She found herself laughing too.  With a shrug and nowhere to clip the tag, she simply held it in her hand as they walked.

        She was grateful for the cool smooth floor under her tortured soles as they went down some stairs and then into a white-walled room with a table.  And to her dismay, six people, four men and two women, all white, in lab coats.  Well what did she expect?  She was introduced to them individually and she felt ridiculous, nodding and shaking each of their hands, as if she were as fully clothed as they.

        As Dareen positioned herself Ms. Danby took the little ladder away, leaving the subject of the testing stretched out in an X, arms and legs splayed along the upper and lower bars, facing the semi-circle of technicians who looked up at her total frontal exposure.