Another translation. The original story was written and sent by AJ (aka Effjay99). From other sources, the author subscribed as drew

Tracy tried to calm down the class, but to make her hear through the noise and uproar that prevailed on the bus was almost impossible.

“So, people, when we get to the chemical plant, I want you to behave as it should be, they have very poisonous substances there, and we must follow their safety rules exactly to the letter.”

The main troublemakers hardly listened as she continues to give safety instructions. As always, Mary Stuart and Brad Brown, Ken and Barbie at their school were at the epicenter of this outrage; He was the captain of the football team, and she was the leader of the cheerleaders.

Both tall and blond and tanned were the most popular students, but not because they were cute; on the contrary, they were rich spoiled bastards, but Tracy was always on her guard — their fathers were on the school board and were friends with Director Chumbers himself.

Tracy was very difficult to take responsibility for high school students, and she really wanted everything to go smoothly.

The bus drove through the factory gates, everywhere there were signs warning people about the presence of hazardous materials and about the constant strict observance of the company's security policy, both for the staff and for visitors.

A nice girl greeted them at the reception desk and greeted them with their arrival at Johnsons pharmaceuticals, then she went over the precautionary measures, told them what the tour would consist of and showed the changing room with which she begins. Brad and Mary, as always, rushed around, not paying attention to anything, but some words that Brad whispered to the girl made her blush.

Showing them the dressing room, she explained: “You must change into our safe uniforms. We have locker rooms for boys and girls. It is very important that you take off all your clothes, without exception, then put on a protective suit and tie it up, carefully tied your headgear and goggles. Some of the substances that we will see are extremely toxic and, although not lethal, but extremely contagious, so if you remain unprotected for a minute, you will have to be quarantined. Be careful!"

In the separation of the streams of boys and girls, there was a fuss again and loud laughter was heard. Mary giggled: “Don't pry!”

Tracy heard Brad, loud enough for everyone to hear, joked, turning to her horde: "Cool, we can see the bushes of Miss Jones' tight ass"(Apparently, the author's mistake. Jones - the name of another character - approx. transl.)and burst into paint. The girl guide also heard this and, in order not to embarrass her anymore, she said that there was a separate dressing room for teachers.

Tracy, with a sense of gratitude, took the uniform and began to undress. At twenty-one, she looked like a picture, with blond hair tied back and revealing a long, graceful neck, with large breasts and a flat stomach, the result of long sessions in the gymnasium, like an elastic ass, which she quickly and with pleasure looked at in the mirror before you put on the jumpsuit.

She experienced a strange sensation - to be completely naked under a thin, paper-like material, with freely hanging breasts and nipples slightly hardened from friction on a dry surface, an unusual feeling - to realize that her only defense against indiscreet looks is a very thin paper layer.

She rejoined the group; everyone was ready, they looked a little ridiculous in their white uniforms, completely covering from head to toe, with built-in shoe covers and glasses.

The girl who met them at the entrance also changed, and a microphone was built into her costume.She introduced herself as "Tara Jones" and said that she would conduct an excursion. Even through the white uniform, it was clear what a good shape she was, and Tracy again heard some sassy remark from Brad.

“We are entering the green zone, so be very careful - we do not want any accidents,” she said, and continued the tour, demonstrating different technological processes and areas for their implementation. At this time they passed along the corridor, one side of which was a thick but transparent glass.

- We are now in the quarantine zone, you will see that there is a drainage zone and an inspection zone. If someone comes into contact with hazardous materials, we have a very good decontamination system and, if necessary, put the victim in quarantine, we regularly test, but, fortunately, our security level is still 100 percent, Tara said moving along the corridor. - Have questions?

Brad immediately raised his hand: “Miss, Miss Jones, could you tell us what would happen if someone were affected by these substances and you sent them there?”

Obviously, Tara was very unpleasant to talk about it. “Well, young man,” she began, “if someone is in contact, it will not be very pleasant,” she started slightly, “I can tell you this from my own experience, here every employee had to go through it, so we know what to do in an emergency. "

“And yet what exactly is happening, miss?” - Brad grinned, noticing her discomfort.

“Well, if an alarm sounds, you are immediately placed in a cell, then decontamination service personnel arrive, dressed in special suits, and carry out the disinfection process. - She tried to move on.

“What is this process, Miss Jones,” Mary said in a flattering voice, clearly enjoying the young woman’s embarrassment.

Realizing that they would not be left behind, Tara said: “So, first of all, you must take off your infected overalls, which are immediately to be burned.”

“What does this mean, you are naked, miss?” - giggled Mary.

“Mary and Brad, stop clowning around,” Tracey warned, realizing that poor Tara obviously had trouble re-experiencing her own experience.

“We are just asking, miss, my father told me that I should always ask.”

“Fine,” Tara said irritably. - Yes, you are naked, equipped security officers should completely cover you with antibacterial liquid, which is then scraped off from every inch of your body, then you will be dried, and then your body will be scanned. If there are no traces on you, then you are given a new suit, and you are free, and now let's move, finally.

The tour went on. In the cramped and crush of the doorway, Tracy tried to look after both of the naughty boys, when suddenly Brad shouted: "Miss Jones, Miss Jones, we have a problem."

Tracy turned anxiously to him, their eyes met through green goggles, and noticing the evil grin on his face, she was alarmed even more and at the same time felt an unpleasant chill around her back.

Tara rushed toward them; when she saw Tracy’s open back, she exclaimed: “My God!” - in a protective suit of Tracy, a large hole appeared from where. Tara's eyes widened in horror, she looked at Tracy sympathetically and pressed the big red button on the wall. The next instant, a bright red blinking light came on, a shrill alarm bell rang, it seemed that complete chaos had begun.

All the schoolchildren, with fright, saw two figures appear, dressed in special costumes, resembling space suits, as they grabbed Tracy by the arms and dragged her to the thick glass door of the decontamination compartment. The last thing that saw Tracy in dismay was Brad's grin, his “V” gesture to Mary, and a piece of white paper tissue in his hand. Little bastard, she thought, when she was dragged into a brightly lit white room, separated by a thick glass wall from schoolchildren and Tara, ...