Bullied by girls

Sandra wandered into the main administration building where she was told she would meet the Dean of Admissions and receive the key to the nurse's office. Then, she would be able to start her day and figure out how to organize the office her own way. She was greeted by Dean Edward's and given the key.

The busty blonde strolled over to the health building and enjoyed the morning sun on her face. It was pretty mild despite it being the beginning of winter. She wore a heavy coat over her uniform, which was a simple white blouse and black trousers that didn't really show off her curves. She wasn't trying to anyways. Not many chances for men to look at you when you have to be in an office that only sick or injured people visit.

Sandra unlocked the door and stepped in. She found the office to be how she expected. One exam bed with a privacy curtain around it, a desk with several chairs for patients to wait or be treated in, shelves of supplies and some cough syrup adorned the walls. However, what surprised her was the presence of a female student lying on the bed. She had the covers pulled up to her chin, and she seemed to be asleep.

"Um, excuse me. I don't think you're supposed to be in here." Sandra whispered.

The girl didn't move a muscle. However, she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Sandra turned to see another female student, dressed securely in a turtleneck sweater and jeans.

"She's not feeling too well, so I let her sleep. I'm Erica." The girl said, offering her hand.

"Sandra. I didn't expect anyone to be in here before me." She said, shaking the girl's hand.

"I was helping our last nurse when she decided to leave. I've been sort of picking up the slack in the meantime. They said I can help you as long as you'll have me."

Sandra looked at this chipper brunette. She had a cute, trustworthy face and she didn't seem to be lying. Though she couldn't help but notice her perky bust that strained her sweater. She concluded that she was likely wearing a pushup bra. As she stared into Erica's bluish green eyes, she didn't see the girl on the bed stir and sit up. In a flash, she reached forward, revealing the syringe she had been holding for some time now. Before she knew what was going on, the girl on the bed stuck the needle of the syringe into her denim covered backside and I ejected her with a sedative.

Sandra felt the poke, and turned around in time to see the girl on the bed smiling up at her, holding an empty syringe. The sedative was fast acting, so the girl on the bed moved out of the way as Erica pushed Sandra onto the bed. Before she lost consciousness, she could hear Erica talking to her supposed partner.

"Good work, Shelly. Now, let's get her undressed. That look isn't going to work for her...new position."