Cute Lab Coats Novels & Stories

I watch from the shadows of the pack house trying so hard to hold back and fighting the urge to drag her into the nearest dark corner and show her exactly what her scent does to me. Her hair is usually trapped in that ridiculous, tight bun that falls loose only on the rarest occasions. When it does, dark waves cascade down her back like midnight silk, and my fingers itch to fist in it, to yank her head back and claim her mouth until she forgets how to say no. Everything she wears clings to her like it was painted on. Scrubs that hug the swell of her hips. That white lab coat she shrugs on over is professional and somehow the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It parts just enough when she moves t

I sarcastically replied, Daniel looks seriously at me and scanned me. "Look, how frantic you are and how bulgar you are. You even dare to wear such clothes?" he said softly. He pulled his lab coat out of his arms and wore it to me. "Wear that for a while, then give that back to me after you've done a laundry." I'm almost in touch with his action but his real plan is to let me wash his coat. "We're already adults, don't be sensitive my dear. Aren't you used to seeing reproductive organs in the lab? You must have seen plenty," I teased, he frowned at me and said, "women shouldn't be like you."

he asked with a twisted face. "Yes sir,I most certainly am" I replied with a cherry voice. "So then why are you wearing a senior lab scientist coat?" "Oh is that what this is? Can I let you in on a little secret?" I moved closer to him and spoke in a low voice. "See I forgot my lab coat in my apartment and when I got here,they had already started teaching and I just couldn't go back to get it. So I had to take the one I saw on a hanger in the hallway." I kept my hand behind my back,and I had my fingers crossed. I prayed silently that he would believe me.

The experiment is a success, and it makes me feel proud. I glance over at the scientists working in the laboratory, they're all dressed in their standard garb. White lab coats, gloves, and protective glasses to protect their eyes. They're all moving about their tasks with precision and focus. I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I've assembled the best team for this project. I move on to the next chamber and examine the charts for that patient too. I'm amazed at how well the project is going, and I can't wait to see the results.

“I can’t be a nerd. I’m a doctor, remember?” “Oh my God! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me.” “I will start reminding you every hour on the hour.” “Only if you send photos along with it.” I get under the covers. “For some reason, I think the naked and just wearing the lab coat looks much hotter on you. I’m getting a boner thinking about you in it now.” “I’m glad you liked it. I’ve never done that before.” “I’d hope so. Because I’d question whose lab coat you were naked under.” I laugh. “I mean dress up like that. I own lingerie no one has ever seen.” “I will gladly be the first one to see you in it.” “You need to come visit me soon.”

Because there’s a lot of people in lab coats here, the security of the organization would not make a thorough searching for that. But he decided to be a pain in the ass the moment they arrived in the parking lot of the organization. Just like what Moss said, people were leaving with their cars and it’s a best idea to let Rat wore a lab coat. That way, people will not suspect him that much if he acted like he just returned because he forgot something. “Rat, we’re here. Just one last time. Okay?” Blanche assured him and was about to touched his hand but Rat didn’t let that happened.

The scent of roses, sandalwood, and citrus hung in the air, sweet but not overpowering—our latest creation, ‘Urban Forest,’ still diffusing into every corner of the lab. But even in paradise, reality had a way of catching up. I stepped out of the lab, still wearing my lab coat dusted with pollen, my wavy brown hair tied in a messy bun with loose strands here and there, and on my way I got greeted by three department heads converging on me like a coordinated strike.

Cold breathes out over us like the exhale of something dead and expensive. Inside, the room is obscene. Not just racks of preserved pelts under plastic sheeting. Not just stainless steel tables and drains and designer sketches pinned beside body measurements. Worse. There is a mannequin at the center wearing a half-finished white coat cut to drape like royalty. The collar gleams opaline. My vision narrows to a pin. It is not my fur. Not yet. It is fox and arctic hybrid and synthetic iridescence, some prototype assembled from obsession and anticipation. But the tag at its neck reads QUEEN LINE, SERIES ONE.

The second male was dressed as a doctor, wearing a white lab coat with his hair casually strewn across his forehead, he wore a light blue mask that made it impossible to see exactly what he looked like, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his body was upright, but slightly thinner than the first male. The third male was wearing only a black shirt and a pair of white casual suit pants underneath, the sleeves of the shirt pulled up and looking a bit messy. The profile on the side of his face looked a bit like the first male, a bit on the cold and hard side, but his eyes were crystal clear, greatly diminishing the coldness and hardness of his profile and making it appear softer.

Not only was she there, but her entire demeanor seemed different, more friendly and less professional. She was all smiles. She was again wearing her lab coat, which went down almost to her knees, but when she bent over to pick up the sensors, the coat rode up to her mid-thigh, and I saw no sign of anything underneath it. If she was wearing a skirt, as she normally did, it was a very short one. As she attached the sensors, I tried to get a look at what kind of shirt she was wearing, but her lab coat was buttoned up to the very top, so I couldn't see what was underneath it. Whatever it was had to be low cut because no part of it was visible above the coat. I had my gown off before the videos e