Intern

You've always been moderately good at science, and an internship would look good on college applications. It's even paid, too!

The next morning at the lab, you are greeted by a busty woman in a lab coat, whose name tag identifies her as Dr. Chelsea Jones. "But you can call me Chelsea," she says, catching you staring at her nametag. Well, what you were really staring at was her huge rack. The lab coat's buttons looked ready to pop, trying to hold in those Double Ds.

Chelsea goes on to explain what they do at the lab--kinda. You don't now if she was vague or her constantly jiggling boobs distracted you (or both), but she didn't seem to go into much depth.

She says that the lab apparently works on a completely legal form of human genetic modifications. Apparently their one of the best companies for this in the country. The job would involve being an assistant for the various scientists an doctors, and occasionally working with some testing.

"Well, we're kinda in a rush for new interns right now," Chelsea says as she finishes. "You're in, if you want it. No interview needed. But be warned--there may be some testing done on you. Nothing permanent or harmful, don't worry."

What? Dammit, you were distracted by her...name tag...again."Yeah, sure, that's fine."

"Great!" Chelsea giggles. She hands you some paperwork, which you sign, as well as a lab coat and goggles.

"Dr. Minerva needs help in Room 14D. Oh, and Professor Jones could use some assistance in the performance hall. Or you could help me."