Disrobes casually

Tony didn't want to seem pervy or awkward, so he did his best to swallow his pride and began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled his gaze away from ogling her, turning it more to occasional glances as he put his clothes into one of the lockers.

Sana seemed to relax some, enough to continue stripping. She unclasped and removed her bra, which must have been padded; as Tony made another quick glance at her, she seemed very flat. She almost didn't need a bra, all things considered, on the light side of an A cup. He tore his gaze away again as he tossed his shirt aside, unzipping his jeans. He was acutely aware he had a half-chub forming.

"So for most decontaminations, we've got what we like to call an 'air shower'. It's basically a miniature air tunnel, and one of the ways to get into the airlock," Sana said gesturing to the corner to a second door. "Don't be surprised if it hits you pretty hard. There's dispensers after it's done for the lab gowning itself in the wall, which is all disposable. Put it on in the order: gloves, booties, face, and finally coverall. This way any residual dirt on your skin or hair doesn't get on the outside."

Tony's mind caught up to her words after noticing that she had removed her panties. He was in a room with a naked woman and she was still talking shop, it was enough to distract any young man. Sana dropped her remaining clothes into the locker and stepped towards the air shower.

"Full clean involves no clothes, but the standard procedure is otherwise pretty close, you just gown over your clothes before you enter the air shower. When using the cleanrooms for certain basic tasks we'll skip the shower too, just gown and enter the airlock, though we do need to clean the cleanrooms well before using them for anything more sensitive if we do. We've informally reserved labs 3 and 5 for the low-clean labs. For the full clean today, the air shower will run once to clean anything off your skin, and then again after you're gowned. Observe!"

She made a half-bowing, half-waving gesture with the final word, which she had said in a faux British accent. The effect was very silly, given her current lack of clothing. She stood up straight, pressed a button on the wall, and suddenly a gust of high pressure air blasted through the air shower, blowing her hair back. She turned in place to let all sides of her get cleaned. It lasted for a good twenty seconds. She then stepped back out of the shower, hair in general disarray. While she had been in the air shower, Tony had removed the rest of his clothes, last but not least including his boxers.

"How do I look?" she said smiling, flipping her mass of skewed hair back flippantly. Tony couldn't completely tell, but he felt like she looked him up and down a little. He was more than a little aware of his more than a little hard penis, flopping below. He did his best to ignore it.

"Umm... frazzled?" he replied. She laughed, nodding.

Sana walked to the wall and began gowning in the various clothes. She stepped into the shower again, got blasted by air for another twenty seconds, and walked into the airlock. Before closing the airlock door, she shouted out, "Your turn!"

Tony stepped into the air shower, closed the door, and pressed the button, preparing for the worst. The wind suddenly and furiously swirled around, and he had to take a step back to brace himself against it. After the twenty seconds passed, the gust ended. He looked at the airlock door and saw Sana's laughing face from inside, before motioning him to get gowned. He self-consciously wandered to the gowning station, carefully getting dressed in each piece in order before entering the air shower again. The second time was a lot smoother, as he knew what to expect. He could feel his junk dangling down in the loose coveralls, which wasn't ideal, but at least they fit well. He opened the airlock door and stepped inside.

"Well done, you didn't mess it up," Sana said happily. Sana opened the inner airlock door, and they entered the cleanroom.

White shining surfaces and lab equipment glimmered everywhere. There were various fluids and gases bubbling in a variety of pieces of glassware, along with the taller figure, who must be Mark.

"Oy! You made it. Took long enough," the man said. He had a bit of accent, something European? "I'm Mark, geneticist extraordinaire. You must be Tony."

"Maaaark." Sana teased, "You owe me fifty bucks."

"What? Wait, he did it? Really?"

"Yep."

Tony realized with a sinking feeling that he had just been had.

"Oh man, she got you good! I mean, in theory if we ever needed containment that good, we'd set up a box with some push through gloves or get the full body hazmat type suits. Man, I thought you'd catch on to that for sure!" the man laughed. "Seriously though, how did you convince him to go commando under the gown?"

"I may have done the same," Sana said demurely.

"I should have known. Well, welcome to Lab Syn. We're a rowdier bunch than most labs you'll find, but trust me when I say we're not all like her." Mark offered his hand, and Tony shook it. "When I haze interns, I at least use some modicum of class. Flagrantly disregarding the rules and sexual harassment isn't something you see every day, nor is showing off sumptuous bosoms. Then again Sana's bosom isn't really something you ever see."

"Oh please, it was consensual, and he enjoyed the view." Sana complained. And then turned back to Tony. "And, unlike Mark here, thanks for not mentioning my tits, I'm a bit sensitive about them."

"Don't thank me too much, I just didn't have a good chance to question their existence yet," Tony returned. She rolled her eyes while Mark laughed, clapping.

"So you're like all the rest, ugh."

"The rest of who?"

"People."

"You said there are other interns then?" Tony said to Mark.

"Yeah. Well, one other one so far, Artemis. Definitely not a weekender though. You'll meet her tomorrow. Anyways, since you went through all of the trouble to get in here, why don't we show you what we're up to."