Vault 69/Decon-doctor/Watch

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"Yeah," you say, feeling your cheeks warm with a growing blush, "I guess I can do it since it helps keep the vault safe."


"Not to mention getting to see all those girls naked, huh?" she asks with a wink.


"No, I - I just - the safety of the vault - " you stammer.


"Don't worry about it," she says with a chuckle. "It's perfectly normal. People do tend to get weird about such things though. When you come out of the observation room, make sure to turn the light off before coming out. It's better that they think you like sitting in a dark room than accidentally seeing that you will be able to see them. And when you tell me about issues with the process, or that things are ready; don't let on that you can see the patients."


"Umm Okay," you say. It's pretty incredible. You've never met an adult like her. It's almost as if she wants you to peep on the women for perverted reasons.


"Well, off you go then," she says. "I'll get the next group going."


You shuffle into the observation room, close the door and turn on the lights. The magic of one way glass instantly lets you see into the room. Some of the ladies are already naked, much to your pleasure, and the rest seem to be following suit without too much reservation. You try to pay attention solely to your duty to make sure everyone follows commands; but with such beauty before you it is difficult. You've never seen anyone naked in real life before, just in pictures. Here you have quite a variety, however. There is a black lady, her teenage daughter and your guessing preschool aged daughter. They are all quite fit, with well defined muscles like your mother's. There is an Asian family that has a toddler and a teen, but the oldest doesn't seem old enough to be the teen's mom. There are blondes, brunettes, redheads; toddler's, children, teens, adults; tall, short, fit, pudgy; it a veritable smorgasbord of naked goodness. You find your eyes coming back to your own family quite frequently. You hope it isn't a bad thing; but you very much enjoy the sight of your mother and sisters naked; even little Gina. You stay a bit longer that necessary for your job, then turn out the light and leave the observation room.


"- in the bins marked with your names," says Doctor Romero as she addresses the next group. "Ah, here's my assistant. Excuse me for a moment ladies." She turns to you. "Is everything ready?"


"Yes ma'am," you say nervously.


"Very well let me show you the final step. I'll be right back ladies."


She takes you back into the room, shuts the door, and turns on the lights. "Okay, when they are done, first press this button to retract the bins. Then press this button to dump the clothes onto the incinerator conveyor . . . and be absolutely certain no children have climbed into the clothing bin. There is a safety sensor, but I would rather not test it. Finally, pull this leaver down to initiate decontamination. The lever will raise slowly until it reaches the top again and a chime will sound giving the all clear. Do you have all that?"


"Yep," you say, "I've got it."


"Show me then."


You press the button to retract the bins, and are mildly amused by the surprised reaction in some of the women. You count the ladies in the other room, and when you are certain there are nineteen, you press the button for the incinerator. Then you pull the lever all the way down.


"Good job," says Doctor Romero, "I particularly like that you counted to make sure no one was in the clothing chute. Just do like that for each group, and we'll get through things swimmingly. Pop out if there are any problems or you have any questions. Remember to turn off the lights first. There's purified water in the case by the chair as well as some Fancy Lad snack cakes and Dandy Boy apples if you get hungry or thirsty. Let me know if you need a bathroom break or anything else. All set?"


"What do I do while I wait?" you ask.


"Hmm," she replies, "I hadn't thought of that. Oh! I do have some magazines and comic books in the other room. There's some Grognak, Unstoppables, Astoundingly Awesome Tales, Taboo Tattoos, Guns and Bullets . . . a variety. I was going to put them in the waiting room of the clinic. And if that doesn't suit your fancy, you could always masturbate to the naked ladies."


Your jaw almost drops to the floor. Now she's suggesting that you spank it. What is wrong with this doctor? Or is it that something is very right with her. Not waiting for a response, she turns off the lights, grabs the box of magazines, then leaves you to it. You have fifteen minutes to burn while the decontamination process does it's thing. What should you do?


What will you do?