Ask Officer Shepard To Bring The Scanner.

“Sure if you have time. How did you know I was in here?” I inquired wondering how she tracked me down so easily.

“I am looking right at you sitting at Nurse Harts desk.” Shepherd replied with a playful tone. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized she'd been watching me this whole time. It was both unnerving and oddly exciting to know I had an audience.

I glanced up at the camera in the corner and smirked then gave a little wave. “Oh right. If you wouldn't mind thank you.” The constant surveillance was a little unnerving and would take some getting used to but understandable given the nature of the student body.

“See you in a bit.” I hung up, already looking forward to Shepard's visit. This job was definitely shaping up to be more interesting than I'd expected.

The door opened and in walked Mrs. Hart with two cups of coffee and her key card in hand. The click of her heels on the floor announced her arrival, drawing my attention to her shapely legs as she entered. “Hey sorry I took so long. I ran into Mrs Valentine the school counselor in the lounge and we got to talking. I didn't mean to abandon you.”

“Sorry where you gone I didn't notice.” I smiled as I glanced up.

“I see how it is.” She gave me a playful smirk and walked over. Her hips swayed subtly with each step, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her thighs. She sat one cup of coffee down in front of me as she leaned over the desk offering a small peek of her cleavage. The aroma of fresh coffee filled my nostrils, mingling with the subtle scent of Mrs. Hart's perfume.

“So what were you and Mrs. Valentine talking about?” I asked as I sat back and blew on the coffee, watching the steam rise up off of the cup.

“Some new hot young guy on the facility. According the her he has a really nice ass.” Mrs. Hart gave a playful smile as she walked around and leaned her on ass on the edge of the desk. The wood creaked softly under her weight, and I couldn't help but notice how the edge of the desk pressed against the curve of her backside as her back arched subtly.

“I like to thank so but I am biased.” I teased Mrs. Hart and took a sip. The hot liquid running down my throat as I was pleasantly surprised by the flavor tasting a strong hint of vanilla. “So what is her story. Should a married woman be checking my ass out?”

“She was on a lease which is pretty much over. They share an apartment because it's easier but he does not plan on renewing the contract and is looking for a younger model. You might end up selling him his next wife actually.” Mrs. Hart shrugged and swirled her cup before taking a sip. Her red lipstick left a faint smudge on the rim of the cup, drawing my gaze to her full lips.

“Are most of the women here married?” I asked out of curiosity. I leaned forward slightly, genuinely interested in her response.

“Not all. Some younger women like me are school property and live on campus until they find husbands. The principle has a thing for buying well educated younger women as eye candy for the school.” Mrs. Hart shrugged nonchalantly and took a sip before sliding off the table.

She walked around me and put her hand around my shoulder and rubbed it softly. “So how are the numbers coming out?” My eyes glancing over at her large left breasts inches from my face in her blouse. The warmth of her hand seeped through my shirt as she leaned against me, her breast pressing softly against my arm.

“On her body alone I would say the bidding would start at around two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for Amanda.” I shrugged. I was sure she was worth a lot more and would probably earn half a million with the right buyer. You always wanted to set the starting bid lower then the actual value to increase the number of bidders and create the image of something being desirable.

Mrs. Hart began to cough. “That much.” She said covering her mouth.

“She is worth more then that probably and I could be low balling her. The girls in this school will not sell for cheap.” I said with a little shrug.

Mrs. Hart removed her arm and sat her coffee down. She leaned forward on her arms and pointed at the lap top. “May I?”

“Help yourself.” I gave a little shrug. She leaned over on her arms and slid the lap top to face her. Her short lab coat riding up to show off her ass in her skirt. I couldn't help admire how the material stretched and flexed over the curves of her full round ass. The fabric of her skirt pulled taut, outlining every curve and leaving little to the imagination.

She scrolled through the list looking at the numbers I had entered and the values that had came out for each. Her fingers tapped rapidly across the touch-pad, glossy nails clicking softly with each keystroke.

“I might have to let you appraise me some time just because I am curious to see how I would come out.” She glanced back.

“I suppose I could fit you in though I am not sure I could put a price on a priceless work of art like yourself.” I smiled as I looked her over admiring her figure as I sat back drinking my coffee. She shook her head and looked back at the screen. She smiled at me as she blushed and looked back at the screen.

A knock came at the door and Mrs. Hart jumped a little. “That would be Officer Shepherd with my package.” I smiled. A second later the door beeped and unlocked and Shepherd wheel in a case about the size of a suitcase on a small dolly.

“Hey Shepherd.” Miss Hart smiled.

“Hello Mrs. Hart. How are you liking your new partner?” She smiled as she glance.

“He is a lot easier on the eyes then my last one.” Mrs. hart mused and looked at me. I had no clue who they were talking about. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, making me wonder just who this previous partner was. I raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Hart, but she just winked at me, clearly enjoying my confusion.

“I hope you have a key.” Shepard said wheeling it into the room and as she laid the cart down turning the trunk to stand with the lid facing up and then taking it off the cart and setting it down on the floor with a soft thump. The case was bulky but not overly heavy, its reinforced plastic shell designed for durability rather than aesthetics and keep the electronics I had stored inside safe

“I do.” I smiled digging out my key-chain from my pocket. It glistened against my older keys hardly been used.

“So what is it?” Mrs. Hart asked as she adjusted her glasses, peering at the case.

“It's my body scanner. I had to send it to a friend to do some software upgrade.” I smiled. Sadly I could do some programming but when it came to more advanced coding I had to get help. Luckily I had meet several people at college who were smarter then me at computers who could do the coding I needed when I could not figure out how to do something.

I picked up the case feeling it being slightly heavier then I remember and brought it over and set it on the bed as the vinyl-covered mattress dipped slightly under it's weight. I unlocked the locks on either side with my key before putting them in my pocket and undid the latches to open it. The sturdy black plastic lid flipping back to reveal the parts all neatly tucked in their spaces in the black styrofoam.

Two white tower units sat snugly in custom-cut foam with alongside the two tripod assemblies that would support the unit, a small control tablet for viewing the info and a powerful remote processing unit that housed the storage. Each tower had three cameras. One at around head and neck height, one around breasts and waist height, and one at around crotch and legs height and could swivel up and down to adjust for the height of the subject. They could not get the calves and feet. Each component represented months of work and testing and would need far more before it was ready but I had the time and the test subjects here at the school. Sadly no where near as grand or elaborate as I wanted it to be one day but it was a test bed for improving the tech like my collar. It was designed with a program that understood human anatomy and movement, basically from 3D wire frames created for video games, so it knew what to focus on and what not to add from the background creating clean edges.

I had just created a rangefinder program that used the Lidar to adjust the cameras focus to the distance target allowing it zoom in as the person moved away or zoom out if they moved closer. I was still working on a auto-tracking tripod system that would allow it follow a person in real time so they did not have to remain still while it scanned and took pictures though that created the problem of me having to create the stabilizers for the camera to cancel visual blur from motion so it was on hold.

The real catch had been countering occlusion such as by as hair or the arms that could cover parts of the body or those over or over exposed due to shadows or over saturated lighting, or motion artifacts in the image which is where I had needed programming help. The software my friend had provided was essentially the same used to create seamless satellite images and would fill in the details by combining several images to others. Bad parts of an image would be removed instead of being baked into the scan and parts of good images would be copy and pasted into the area and stitched seamlessly onto the model in a patchwork of photos.

“So what does it do?” Mrs. Hart asked as she ran her finger over part of one.

“Basically no more using the measuring tape to measure people as fun as it is. It will give you their body measurements instantly and take a full body picture.”

“I am sure the girls will love it. They can use it to get their sizes and order stuff online.” Officer Shepherd smirked. I wondered how many packages the girls dorm got that the security had to check on a daily bases. “Is it a millimeter scanner that can see through clothes because my father has been trying to get the school to buy one for some time now and they have said no.”

“I am sure he would be. Horny old bastard. The drones were not enough so him and the guys could patrol the grounds while sitting in the security center.” Mrs. Hart rolled her eyes and did air quotes. I suppose drones would make securing the grounds outside easier to then men on foot walking but the drones could just as easily be used to watch the girls.

“No it can not see through clothes. It uses pulsed Lidar to track and create a 3D model of a persons body and high speed shutters take several pictures a second. They send it to the hard drive and it splices the images into a full body 3D picture.” The thing that made it better then typical models was it was using pictures and not video, taking eight pictures a second allowed for longer exposure of each picture creating sharper quality and it had it's own lighting to counter out low lighting conditions.

“So it will save you work?” Mrs. Hart teased and touched my arm as she gave it a little rub. Her fingers lightly trailing over my skin.

“I hope to use it for other things beyond what I designed it for as it could possibly examine a persons posture and detect a slouch that might be a sign of scoliosis. You could monitor a persons gait to determine muscular or neurological problems. It have uses in pharmaceuticals to determine body mass for exact medical dosage to prevent accidental overdose, measure limbs on one side of the for 3d manufacturing of prosthetic limbs for the other, calculate fat distribution and suggest targeted work out programs, track surface texture on the screen to detect skin anomalies and tell if they have grown over time to spot skin cancer, see veins on the skin and notice changes.” It never replace a doctor but it might see things I or someone else might miss.

“I like to see it in action later.” Shepard smiled and looked over at Mrs. Hart and gave a little wink. “Maybe do a scan of the Nurse here.” Mrs. Hart rolled her eyes at her in response.

“Maybe once I get it set up and work out any new kinks. Should be running by tomorrow hopefully.” I need to find a place to set it up with some space as the scanners had to six feet apart for optimal viewing.

“Maybe Mrs. Gates will let you during lunch. I am sure the girls would be curious to see it.” Mrs. Hart said.

“And use it to find their size to order clothes online.” I mused knowing the number one thing the girls would use it for instead of fitness was shopping. No matter how advanced a technology people tended to want to use it to make their lives easier. A wry smile played on my lips as I imagined the excited chatter of students discussing their latest online purchases of some skimpy lingerie using my device. “No I need to do a few test before I can have it up and running.” I smiled checking everything was there and closed the case.

“Suit yourself.” Shepard said. “Oh I need to see your phone so I can add the school app.” She held out her hand expectantly as she playfully wiggled her fingers, a teasing smile playing across her lips.

“School App?” I said handing my Phone to Shepard. Our fingers brushed as the phone changed hands, her skin surprisingly soft against mine.

"All of the teacher and facility have it as do the students," Shepard replied cheerfully as she began tapping away at my phone's screen, her thumbs moving quickly over the screen.

“Except the students do not have privileges. We can track every student and teachers phone on campus for their safety. If you have any problems hit the app and it will call the school security office and ping your phones location in the school so we can send help right away. You will have access to all the school extensions with a list of names and classrooms so you can call any classroom directly to speak with a teacher or the nurses office.” Shepard said as she looked up at me from the phone with her hazel eyes, a warm smile crossing her pouty lips.

Shepherd pulled out a card with the school logo and flipped it over the show a QR code using my phone to scan it. The phone's camera quickly recognized the code, immediately prompting the app download to begin. The phone directed to the App to download it. I suppose without the QR code it be hard to find as the web address on my phone showed numbers and not the school web site. Her tongue darted out wetting her lips as she looked at the screen.

Shepherd went through the set up as her brown hazel eyes watched the screen and she softly wet her lips. She was quit beautiful and while the uniform did nothing to flatter her body it still hugged her in all the right places. I admired the way her uniform shirt strained against the curves of her full breasts at least, the buttons looked taut against the fabric as she breathed subtly.

The App came up showing the school logo and went o the contact. “You are good to go.” She said and held the phone out.

“Thank you.” I nodded taking it back and scrolling through the list of contacts in it.

“Not a problem.” She smiled, sliding the card into her back pocket with her other hand.

“I have a question. What records does the school security keep on the girls?” I inquired wondering if there was anything I had not gotten already that could be useful

“Not to much. The school respects there parents privacy so pretty much only what happens here at the school gets recorded. We keep copies of dental records and finger prints of course encase anything should happen to them.”

“Mind getting me a copy of what you have on the seniors? Just the dental records would be fine if that is all you can get me." I smiled. I knew I did not have any dental records in my file but I wanted full records.

“I have to run it by the Principle but I will ask.” She nodded.

“Thanks.” I smiled.

“Of course. You have my number now if you need anything else cutie.” Shepherd gave me a pinch on the ass catching me by surprise and making me jump. She trotted off grabbing her dolly and heading out the door. I glanced over to see Mrs. Hart give em a look as she seemed to be holding back a smile as she pursed her lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She shook her head at me.

The music chimed over head followed by an announcement. “Attention all students. First period is now over. You may leave with your teachers permission. You have ten minutes till second period.” The smooth female voice said and then the music played again.

“Guess I better get ready for the next class.” I smiled and grabbed a notepad I had written down some of the questions asked in the previous class on and got up setting it on the cart thinking of anything I might need that we did not have.

“Anything you need me to do?” Mrs. Hart asked as she sipped her coffee.

“No. You can sit for a bit and finish your coffee.” I shook my head going through the drawers of the cart making sure I had put all the tools back. I would need to organize the cart later to make sure I could find everything easily and add some labels and maybe something to keep the tools in place and from sliding around as I found myself brain storming ideas.

A knock came at the door and Mrs. hart got up to answer it walking around her desk. As she opened it Mrs. Gates came in with one of her students. Her heels clicked sharply on the floor, the sound echoing in the small office. I smiled as I saw Mrs. Gates was at least dressed now, as she had her shirt buttoned and was wearing her blazer though even with the extra layer, or maybe because of it, the full figured woman breasts were still very prominent as she walked in. Her blazer doing little to conceal her ample chest within. Each step caused a noticeable bounce despite the extra layer

Beside her was a student I recognized from the class. A cute brunette with emerald eyes behind a pair of glasses. She was slender yet not quit skinny with some meat on her bones and a lithe model like figure. Her uniform fit her perfectly, highlighting her youthful grace and subtle curves. The white collar of her blouse peeked out crisp and neat at the vest's neckline, framing her pale neck where a small necklace hung from. A red sweater vest hugging her small yet noticeable breasts that looked like two perfect handfuls. As the girl saw me she played with the hem of her skirt and blushed. Her fingers twisted nervously in the pleated fabric, causing it to rise slightly and reveal a teasing small glimpse of her thighs. The pleated skirt swished softly as she shifted her weight, revealing a glimpse of her toned calves above her knee-high socks.

“Hey, to what do we owe the pleasure Mrs. Gates and Bethany.” Mrs. Hart held the door for them to enter and closed it behind them. The sounds of students in the hallway became muffled as the door shut.

“We began doing self breasts exams as you know and Bethany thought she felt something. I wasn't sure if you could do anything for her other then confirm her findings and call her parents to schedule an appointment to see a specialist.” Mrs. Gates said. Her voice carried a hint of concern as she glanced at Bethany. I could see the worry on Bethany's face, her emerald eyes wide behind her glasses and her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.