Redhead Medical Assistant Ch. 01

The following story is not meant to be medical advice, nor legal, but a thought experiment...

.... I've seen and heard various embarrassing practices over the years. If regulations allowed for these or similar hands-on medical treatments, and patient outcomes were indeed improved, would you be a client? Would you work there? Would you... maybe work there for free!?

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Mindy isn't sure if she wants the showerhead or the faucet: it's been a long week and she needs some relief, and a quick orgasm is just what she wants. Make it quick, she thinks, so she turns the water on warm and gets under the stream for a minute. Then she positions the moveable showerhead just the right distance from her clit and starts to circle a nipple with her other hand. The warm tingles move through her body and she knows she'll be in and out of the shower in no time.  

"Mindy?", she hears her dad call.  

"Showering, give me a minute."

"Oh, ok, just letting you know that CompUSA called and unfortunateley the position is filled." 

Fuck. Her dad's voice took her out of the mood and with the news of the failed job application she knows she won't get the mood back tonight. She grabs a towel and starts to dry her hair.  

About that... Mindy has fiery red hair and is actually quite attractive, and the cutest little freckles, but her confidence is shot, so that weighs on her appearance. See, Mindy is 21... and still living in her parents' house after some time at the local community-college. She obtained certificates in clinical management and in communications both, but each certificate is only the first step toward an associate's degree in those fields. Without even those degrees, she's found getting jobs to be difficult. Her parents have been encouraging her to apply online, but of course  the listings she finds are for radiology and other full technicians, jobs that ask for licenses and additional training.    

Her parents do the best they can, but after her father lost his job, bills have been stacking up.    

One evening she hears her parents on speakerphone with "Mister Dale".   Dale Hurstbourne, a longtime friend of the family she has known her entire life.   And yet, there is much she doesn't really know about him as she never thought it important. She's has always just referred to him as Mister Dale, the honorific someone gives an elder. And just because she's been of age the past three years hasn't changed the age difference or his esteem in her eyes, and so she keeps using his title.   

Mindy is in the hallway and can hear everything. They mentioned to him her trouble finding a 'good' job while still in community college. Of course she's had jobs but they pay so poorly. They finally mention they have been considering asking her to look into openings at the 7-Eleven down the street.  

Her mother says the store is walking distance and, besides, everybody has to start somewhere, and it's an established company with solid benefits.. after 2 years. Her father adds that she could bring him the leftover hot dogs at night. Mindy walks in and gives them that adult-still-teenager side eye the kids do so well.

Her mother said, "It is only an application, honey. Nobody is asking you to make it your whole life."

Her father tried to brighten. "And if they give you hot dogs, I am prepared to be supportive."

Mindy stepped over to the fridge. "You two are enjoying this too much."

"We are enjoying the idea of you getting paid," her mother said. "There is a difference."   

Mister Dale speaks up, "There is a clinic near your house with a front-desk opening, your communications certificate, as well as management could make you a prime candidate, Minny."

Her father makes a small sound over the imagined hot dogs, a short bereavement for a job that was going to be easy and close... and filling. "Ok, Robert, we will let you know how it goes. Thanks for the info!", her father says, hanging up.

Mindy, exasperated, "You told Mister Dale I could not find work. Uggggh!"

Her father looked caught. "We told Robert you were looking."

"Ugh," but shorter this time.

Her mother folded her hands around her coffee cup. "No harm in discussing with 'family' especially if it gets you an interview!"

Mindy wanted to be angry longer. The word interview had already piqued her attention. Mindy is excited to try anything that pays more than the establishments she's been working. So she calls them and mentions Robert and they schedule an interview on the same call.    

Mindy thinks that was 'too easy, but she is excited and puts her certificates and a short list of what she studied into a folder: scheduling language, patient-facing communication, and clinic-office procedures.

Her mother stopped at the bedroom door. "You look like you are studying for a final."

"I do not want them thinking I only know how to smile at people. You know how natural Blondes and Redheads are judged and almost laughed at in the clinical world. It's they think we are just a pretty face in scrubs."

"You are much more than that, dear."

Mindy tapped the certificates into a neat stack. "Then I need to sound like it."

Her father called from the hall, "Sound like yourself. Maybe with fewer apologies."

"Sorry, I wasn't aware I apologize to much, my fault."

Both parents were quiet for so long her face to turned red enough to clash with her orange-bronze hair.  

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The clinic is "Caleb's Promise, Vitality and Fertility". She wondered at the name for the first time. Vitality? Fertility? Walking inside, she was immediately struck by how the staff seem quite young: most of them women in their twenties or early thirties, and two good looking men who seemed to be the only contrast. (Both men are nurse practitioners, she would come to find out.) The men move through the hall the same way, big and easy, and she files them as a pair, maybe even "a couple".    

The owner introduced himself as Mr. Skiy, and asks about her certificates, almost as a formality, and does not stay on coursework, licenses, or clinic software long at all.

Mr. Skiy glanced again at her certificates almost dismissively. "Clinical management and communications. You like being organized, I hope?"

"I like knowing what is expected."

"That is useful here."

"The listing said front desk."

"Welcoming clients is a big portion of the work. The sign in desk is the first impression and where people decide whether they trust and they wish to come back. If they don't come back, their health deteriorates as does our ability to stay in business."

She nodded too quickly. "I understand, I'm here to help customers and I'm willing to do anything to make the process comfortable."

"Anything...", he mumbles, distracted. "Um, good," he says, quickly. "Then I am going to ask a few fit questions."

The 'real' questions are all about her private life! She wants to stop answering immediately but keeps answering because she wants the job. They ask how sexually active she is, whether she is a virgin...

"Is this part of the front desk position?" Mindy asked.

Mr. Skiy looked up from the notes as if she had asked about the weather. "It is part of fit."

"Fit for the clinic?"

"Fit for the patients. Fit for the team. Fit for the work."

She wanted to ask what that meant.. exactly. She wanted to stand up and run. Instead she heard herself say, "Okay. I guess I understand," even though she had no idea what was happening.    

"Um, so, well, freshman year was wild, and yes, there were some parties and some, upperclassmen who dated me, but lately it's been slim pickings, the guys seem to like the freshmen girls better." She quickly added, "PLUS, I've just been so focused on my certificates and working part time as much as possible." How the hell was she supposed to answer these questions!?   

He asked whether she experimented during her community-college years.   

Mindy looked puzzled, but made a guess as to intent and followed it, "My classmate, well she took me out a few times, and to her room once, which was fun, but it wasn't really my thing, so that was the only time. Well, other than at a concert one time, but anyway...." She glances over at the nurse practitioners and quickly adds, "not that I discriminate, it's just not for me personally."  

He asks why she attended part-time instead of full-time.   

"It's been hard on the family since my father lost his job."  

She gives them the true reasons, without knowing why she was being so submissive or so open. Were these questions even legal in this jurisdiction, and if not, would anyone in 'enforcement' even care? Besides, Mr. Skye seems to be enjoying her answers so she must be doing something correct.    

*Right? Am I doing well or bombing this interview!?*  she asked herself, grasping at the last shreds of her confidence.   

Mr. Skiy changes the topic and explained he has a PhD but in the clinical sessions he prefers Mr., so no one confuses him with the caregivers. We have doctors who provide oversight but they work remote and review clinical notes.  

"Are you ready for pictures now?"  

"Pictures?" Mindy asked.

"For the file."

"Like an ID badge?"

"Among other internal uses. Without the suit jacket, please."

She looked at the door, then back at him, and removes the outer layer, standing in her white button up shirt and business skirt.  

"The outfit looks nice. Stand where the light is better."

That sounded like permission and instruction at the same time, and she hated that she jumped when he said it.

He then asks her to stand sideways, look into the camera and smile, then to turn her back to him, then to face him with her hands alternating behind her back and in her hair.    

She finds the posing humiliating, and his eyes stay on her body the whole time. When they let her go he would have photographs of the twenty-one-year-old who came in for the interview, and she leaves as soon as she can.   

As she is leaving she looks at the women already on staff and tells herself that if appearance is what they hire for, she will not be chosen. Sure, she is twenty-one, so a bit younger than them, and boys have told her she is beautiful. But her thoughts keep coming back to the fact that she is a light-skinned redhead, which some people have called exotic, and she has never settled whether attention comes from the novelty of that look or from interest in her as a person or employee.

Walking home after the interview she actually begins to rethink the "not a match" line and remembers her own body in plain terms: she has a lively ass, quite perky breasts in the almost D-cup range, that annoying transition between C to D where she can find a bra that fits only after a scavenger hunt.  Combined with her petite height her assets look even more pronounced.

And, surprisingly, perhaps to her advantage, the staff she saw today had a diverse mix of looks, with many more blondes, real blondes, than she had expected. Perhaps the clinic was indeed hiring on looks? But if that were the case, would she even want to work at such a place??

In the days after the interview, she doesn't hear back for a while and almost stops thinking about the opening. Of course her parents had not forgotten and mom asked again if she wanted to do part-time at the 7-Eleven down the street. It's just that Mindy did not attend college, part-time or otherwise, so she could carry hot dogs home every night, but she promises that if something else doesn't come along soon she'll put in an application.   

On the third day, mid morning on a Monday, the clinic calls, and she makes the mistake of answering in the same room as her parents. They hear the offer of a daytime position at pay higher much higher than imagined. Her stomach feels wrong, thinking back to all the beautiful women... and the pictures and posing... but such a high starting salary was beyond rare, and her parents pressed her to accept while the caller was still on the line.    

********

Mindy literally shows up for orientation 2 hours later. She is shown around, a little bit more than what she's already seen, and then told not to worry, her uniform will be provided, freshly dry-cleaned each morning.

One of the (barely) older workers then walks her towards a screen to show it. The woman is a brunette Mindy reads as possibly Korean, and whose name tag reads as  'Soo'.   

"Like Sue," she states warmly, "but farther east. Now, let's get you changed behind this screen", she adds smiling warmly.  

Mindy looks around the screen and sees a hallway, not a changing room. "But, this is a hallway."

"Today it is a changing area as we are renovating the locker area."

"Does everyone change HERE?"

"Everyone starts somewhere, honey."

"That is what my mom said about 7-Eleven."

Soo smiled. "Then your mom is a smart lady."

Someone walks past them into the storage room and comes back through carrying specimen cups and alcohol pads. Soo tells her she can go ahead and get fully undressed so they can build her outfit in layers. "Fully?", Mindy hears herself question. Then adds, "umm, wait, hold on..."   

Soo keeps her voice warm but does back off of the request.    

"I can help you adjust so everything is fitted correctly, but I need you undressed now if we are going to start."  

Mindy, reluctantly, begins to disrobe behind the screen and turns her back to the storage closet in case the worker comes through again. She takes off her shoes and sets them beside the screen leg, then unbuttons her blouse from the top. The air in the hall is cooler than the interview room. She slides the blouse off her shoulders and folds it. Her own bra is the one that almost fits, the D-cup band sitting true and the straps tightened more than once. She reaches back and opens the clasp, and her breasts actually bounce UP a little without the wire. She crosses one arm for a second, then lets the bra hang on the blouse. She unzips her pants and pushes them down over her hips, the lively ass she remembered after the interview bare to the screen and to anyone who might come around it. She steps out of the pants and keeps her underwear on, not ready to go nude on the first day.   

On the other side of the screen the office keeps moving. A phone rings and someone answers with the clinic name. Keys land on a desk. A chair rolls. Two staff voices stay close enough to hear and do not come around. They are doing their jobs while her thumbs stay in her waistband.   

Soo does not raise her voice. She talks the way a person talks when they intend to be patient but they also expect they will get their way in the end.    

"Mr. Skiy built this as a safe environment," she says, "and the undressing is his ritual for how a person steps out of street clothes and into our program." 

She continues, "The pay for the front desk is thirty dollars an hour. That is the normal amount. There is a lot of money in the work, more than a person can make at 7-Eleven, and because of that they have to stay inside the regulations. Mr. Skiy holds a PhD and a juris doctorate. This clinic is his side business. He built it after years of medical malpractice work and criminal defense, and he still does both."

"He designed the program carefully so they can make that money and still be protected."

Soo sets two hundred dollars in cash on the table and keeps talking, unhurried.  

"Orientation comes out of petty cash as long as it stays under national guidelines, tax-free, something you will take home tonight. There is also a monthly stipend for the yoga studio next door, and an additional pay allowance as long as you attends two classes a week. Now, if you are ready put ALL of your clothing on the shelf over there."  

Mindy stands in her underwear behind the screen, hearing a phone and a chair and two voices she cannot see, the two hundred already on the table, and she considers the other word Soo said with the money: "safe". She is starting to think safe may have an entirely different meaning than she has been used to all her life.   

Nonetheless, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband and draws her underwear down her thighs, and that last piece goes on the shelf with the rest.  

Soo reminds her that Mr. Skiy wants her hands behind her back as a general habit, like when she was taking the pictures at interfiew, any time she is not writing something down or doing work.

"Hands behind my back all the time?" Mindy asked.

"Any time you are not writing or helping someone."

"Why?"

"Because hands in front make a girl look like she is hiding."

"Maybe she is."

Soo's voice stayed soft. "Then the job is to look like she is not."

Mindy put her fingers together behind her. The position made her feel managed before anyone touched the uniform.

"Relax... it does not have to be a locked grip. The key is confidence and access. When nobody is around, hands at your side is fine. Now, I want to draw your attention to the shelf where you put your clothing..."   

Mindy turns, and that is when she sees it. Above the shelf, in the corner of the hall, a camera is mounted in a dark housing, the lens aimed at the space behind the screen, the space she is standing in with nothing on. She had put her clothes under it without looking up. She stops with her hands still in front of her.  

"That is pointed right here," Mindy says panicked. "Not at the hall. Here."

Soo's face stayed kind. "It covers the storage area."

"I am the storage area right now!!"

"You are a trainee getting dressed for work, honey."

"Then why does getting dressed feel like the thing the camera is positioned for!?"

Mindy takes a step back toward the screen and covers her chest, then lower, and she says she is not standing here like this in front of a camera.

Soo stays with her and does not make a joke of it. She tells her not to worry, 'sweetie', the camera is not recording during working hours, and that Mindy has an expectation of privacy while she is changing. Only Mr. Skiy has remote access. Mindy hears herself ask if He might be watching. Soo says, oh no, sugar, Mr. Skiy is a very busy man. He has been doing this so long he could care less about anything other than money, and besides, as a lawyer, with the malpractice work and the criminal defense he still keeps, he is way too busy to be checking on us most days.   

"Most...", Mindy mutters, unsure.   

Soo lets the silence sit there long enough that Mindy hears the office on the other side of the screen again. The flat plastic packet is still waiting on the low shelf beneath Mindy's folded clothes.

"I know these rules can seem excessive," Soo says. "Self-serving. Voyeuristic, if somebody wants the ugly word. But this is a precise practice. If we do not stay inside guidelines, people ask questions. When people ask questions about a place like this, they do not ask kindly. So please, hands down and turn and bend at the waist to get your fresh outfit from the lower shelf."

Mindy keeps one arm across herself. "So bending over for a packet is a... rule? EVERY morning?"

"Following the morning ritual where I can see you tells us something. It tells us you can follow the rules later, in the rooms, when someone may not be standing right beside you."

Soo does not look at the camera when she says where "I can see you." Mindy does.

"Hand me that packet, sweetie."

It is such a small instruction that Mindy almost laughs. She lets Soo ease her hands down. After a minute she laces her fingers at the small of her back and stands there fully nude, facing the camera, the office sounds still on the far side of the screen. She is shaking slightly and yet under the shake there is the tiniest of tingles. She is young, and it has been a long time since she got herself off. Her parents keep a conservative house, and she has learned to be quiet about her own hands. All her life she has only been nude when she was with a guy or about to shower, and her body knows what a warm showerhead entails...

Shaking off the thought, she turns. She bends from the waist, the way Soo asked, and picks up her fresh outfit packre with both hands. The movement has shown Soo something. It has shown Mindy something too. And they have differing opinions on how quickly she caves to pressure.   

Before Soo opens the packet, while Mindy stands at nude attention, Soo tells Mindy who comes here.   

The men who come here, and it is mostly men, carry prostate enlargement, erectile dysfunction, low testosterone, general men's health trouble, or some mix of those. They are embarrassed before they reach the door. As Mr. Skiy said, it is important they feel safe and comfortable. Appearance and attire matter so they are interested enough to come back and take their health seriously.   

Then Soo starts the reverse strip. She brings out one piece at a time and asks Mindy to dress. Soo says the regulations require a two-ply thong as a minimum and hands her a piece of cloth that looks like the smallest garment Mindy has ever been given, the back string thicker than she expected. Mindy steps into it, the front panel a narrow triangle, the thicker back string seating between her cheeks and staying there. Standing in only that, she feels more exposed than she did nude.    

She looks down and sees hair at the edges of the cloth. Soo tells her, sweet and then firm, that how she trims is up to her, and that the rule is no hair showing under the thong. Mindy asks herself how anybody would know, and the cold-feet feeling comes up. Is this worth two hundred? Worth thirty an hour??   

Soo tells Mindy that today she will watch Soo at the front desk, and they will make sure the uniform fits. She reminds Mindy to put her hands behind her back again while she listens, the same way as before. She waits until the hands go back. The camera is still in the corner above the shelf, and Mindy keeps the phrase  "most days" in her mind.   

Soo, to herself, lets the schedule run another minute because she wants this part to last. She knows Mr. Skiy is probably watching. Almost guaranteed, if she is honest, even on a day packed with casework.    

She tells herself that is doing this young lady a favor. Soo started at twenty-five. She is thirty-five and the patient intake manager, salary high enough that here house is paid off. She sometimes misses the consulting extras, but 10 years wears on a woman. She had her run in those rooms. Besides, she still makes good money in this role, training with the new ones and overseeing intake. Mindy's uncomfortableness is part of the job and part of the money.    

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Soo had been twenty-five, struggling, a low-level clinical assistant who needed the hours. Mr. Skiy onboarded her himself. There was no older woman in the room for Soo's comfort. There was a man, and she has never forgotten being onboarded in front of a man. He brought out his personal trimmer. That was the realization she still carries. He shaved her. He pulled her lips this way and that way to get to the hairs. When he was done he gently rubbed her pussy lips, one finger from her entrance up to her clit, lingering two or three seconds, admiring his work.

That was the most violated she had ever felt, even after the things patients later paid her to 'assist with'. She had come in a novice, and in seconds, with no acclimation, her own sexual pleasure was under the control of someone she had not chosen. She vowed no other woman would go through that.

The first thing she did when she was promoted was take over the onboarding and rein it in: no trimmer in a man's hand, and no finger that lingers. How you trim is up to you, as long as nothing shows. HE installed the camera as a compromise. He would not be in the room but he would have the lens. She did what she could.    

*******  

Edgaro and Nico come around the screen, knocking her out of her reverie, one on each side of Mindy. She is still nude. She is still shaking. She covers her chest. They do not laugh. Edgaro tells her, oh honey, you do not have to worry about us like that. Nico says if she needs anything she can think of them like her big gay brothers. They give her a big hug so he is standing bare between two large men, a man sandwich she did not ask for, and she feels strangely comforted. She hugs them tightly for several seconds.    

They say they will finish with her nonslip shoes, which matter because she will be on her feet part of the day, not as much as the rest of them. Soo sets open-toe raised sandals on the table, and Mindy finds them cute. Soo wants her to try them on now, thong only, nothing else, an abundance of caution so they can see that the shoes and the thong work together.

Mindy steps into the sandals, as confused as ever. The raised sole changes her stance and puts her weight forward onto the balls of her feet while the thong stays in place. She feels like a caricature. She has watched late-night movies, and she is sure this is what it feels like to stand on a stage in almost nothing. (What those movies call a 'stripper'.)  

Soo tells her not to worry, honey, the rest of the uniform is coming, and she will be covered up in no time. She holds out a bra and says they are going to have to go with a C cup. Mindy puts it on. The cups are smaller than her D, and the band and the wire pull her breasts up and together in a lift that is meant to be seen. The cloth is not opaque enough. Her nipples are light pink and show through. They are not hard, and they still press the fabric and make two small points. Soo says that is perfect, those work well together, babe, and tells her to put a regular panty on over the thong.    

"Men love to see women remove panties, and with a thong on underneath, a woman can tease and yet not be fully nude."

Mindy pulls the panty up and, wonders when that info would *EVER* be useful to her. The cut sits on her hips and under her ass in a way that shapes her, and the cloth is not see-through. Soo says it's beautiful, and now the shirt. The shirt has an open neck that hangs off one shoulder or the other. Mindy puts it on and feels the neckline slide, one bra strap staying in view and cleavage sitting in the open neck. She will have to hold the shirt if she does not want that on display, and she will have to be careful bending over. **but am I even allowed to?**  she wonders to herself.

Soo hands her a pleated tennis skirt. Mindy steps into it and draws it up over the panty. The pleats stand out from her hips, and when she shifts her weight in the sandals the hem lifts on its own, floating in the wind. The skirt covers the panty at rest. A step or a turn can show the panties again.

Soo pins a name tag to the shirt. Because of the nature of the business they do not put Mindy's real name on it. The tag says "Calida", an apparent nod to her fiery hair.   

Soo walks her to the front desk so she can watch. The lectern is a raised glass table. Patients stand at it and fill out forms. A sign-in book sits on the glass with a pen on the ribbon, the kind of book a clinic uses so a man writes his name before anyone takes him back. Soo takes the clipboards and talks to them. Mindy stands beside her in the uniform, close enough to see how the greeting goes. She is on her feet next to her supervisor. The men who come up see her standing there in the tennis skirt and the open neck. The glass is in front of her thighs. From where they sign, they see her face and the shirt, but not her lap.   

Late in the shift, Mister Dale comes in on his way back out of town. He is only stopping for his appointment, he says. He has always been polite and respectful in her father's house, but the way he looks her over now is a way he has never used before. Something changed when he saw her here, in this uniform, standing next to Soo.   

She fights the urge to cover her cleavage or hide her bra strap. He kisses Mindy's cheek and tells her how good it is to see her again, briefly looking down her shirt as he says it.

"It is Mindy," she said before she could stop herself.

Mister Dale paused with the smile still on. "At home, sure."

The words landed badly. "Right.., This is not home."

Mister Dale to Soo, who stands and walks towards the exam room. "Cali, please watch the desk for a few minutes. I think you've got the hang of it by now?"

Soo and two blonde assistants go into the room with Mr. Dale. Neither of the nurse practitioners go with them.

Twelve minutes later they file out. Mindy swears she saw one blonde fixing her clothing and the other wiping her mouth. Just first-day jitters, she tells herself.

She looks down at the sign-in book on the glass and realizes he never signed in. She is not a hundred percent convinced it was only jitters.   

"We will see you in a month," Soo says.   

"Yes," Mister Dale says. He catches himself looking at Mindy again, his eyes going through the glass top of the desk, over the open neck and the tennis skirt, then up slowly to her eyes. "It will be tempting to come back sooner. I will just have to keep an eye on my, um, 'condition'."

At the end of the day she strips and puts the uniform into a dry-clean bag, both panties on top, and hands the bag to Edgaro. She redresses in her street clothes, in the prescribed, order panty, bra, skirt, shirt. The two hundred from the table is in her purse as she walks home.   

Mindy stops for hot dogs that are better than the free ones from the 7-Eleven, and she brings them to her father. She says 'look, I can get you hot dogs even better than 7-Eleven without having to work there.' He laughs and eats them.

"So what do they have you doing?" her mother asked.

Mindy took too long with her napkin. "Patient intake."

"That means forms?"

"Forms. Phones. Greeting people."

Her father lifted the hot dog toward her like a toast. "Sounds official."

"It is official," Mindy said, and left out a lot of extra detail.

******

The next morning Soo has her in the chair. The stool is decently comfortable. Soo tells her to keep her hands at the sides of the table unless she needs them, and to sit up straight. The chair has her sitting slightly below the height of the men. When she sits, she understands the glass. If a man looks past the paper, he is looking at her lap. With the tennis skirt and the raised sandals she finds her panties are visible if she isn't careful how she sits.

She noticed some men writing slower than necessary. One brave old chap drops his pen in a way that is hard to call an accident. She stays in the chair while he goes to the floor. She is thankful for the two layers of panties.

As the male patients come and go it almost becomes a game, a way to break the boredom, guessing whether the next man is more interested in the low-cut shirt or the short skirt. Midday Soo has noticed the legs locked together out of modesty and says maybe she can relax a little, keep the knees just slightly apart, three or four inches.  Now the panties are really on display, but she doesn't complain.

The third morning Wednesday, the room is cold and Mindy mentions it to Soo. Soo brings a very warm comforter and lays it on the chair, and when Mindy sits, the warmth is underneath her, in the seat, under her bare thighs and the thin skirt, and she is grateful. Soo also gives her stay-ups, tights that run from the ankle to mid-thigh. The lace and elastic are a narrow band close to her pale skin. They sit about three inches below the skirt. Mindy spends most of that day blushing and staring at the clock. Her knees stay three or four inches apart the way Soo asked. Men look past their forms and through the table and the elastic is right there.

Finally the day is over and she does the evening ritual. She strips and puts the day's clothing into a dry-clean bag, both panties on top, the crotch of the inner pair a bit damp from sitting both warm chair most of the day. She realizes now that she is standing in only thigh high stockings and glances into the lense, wondering if anyone is enjoying her fiery crotch, ridiculous leggings, and nothing else. As if by habit, she puts her hands behind her back, then realizing she is alone turns her back to the camera. (Or her ass, she thinks, and wonders what the combination of her red hair, white butt, and stockings must look like if 'anyone' is watching.)

She bends to remove the stockings, pussy on display ever so briefly, then redresses in street clothes, panty, bra, skirt, shirt, and walks home like the professional girl her parents expect.   

All of this being on display for three days has had an effect and she is extremely worked up. But... the house is conservative and thin-walled. So she waits until the television is on and sneaks into the hall bath and turns the lock as quietly as she can. She runs the tub and strips again, this time for herself. The water comes up warm. After a day of being cold and then sitting on that comforter, the warm water is a relief, and she finds it very relaxing before she does anything else. The air on her shaved-enough pussy makes her bite her lip. She is still not fully bare from orientation, just cleaned at the edges so nothing showed under the thong, and the remaining hair is a damp dark copper strip against the pale skin of a redhead. When she parts herself with two fingers to look, her inner lips are flushed a deeper pink than her nipples, slick already, the clit a shiny hooded pearl that has been sitting all afternoon under two layers and a glass table. Her nipples are tight now without the bra. She thumbs one nipple and a thread of wet slides down toward her ass.   

She sits facing the faucet, knees up, feet planted on the wet porcelain at either side of the spout. She has to scoot down until her ass is almost floating and her hips tilt up, cunt presented to the chrome like a mouth. The first touch of the water is too high, a hard stream that slams her clit and runs down her love canal. She adjusts with her feet, toes gripping, sliding her pussy up into the spout the way she used to when she was younger and had more time and less concern for work. The water hits her clit and she makes a sound she immediately swallows, a wet little yelp.  It is a trickle, but not too gentle. She opens the tap a little more and the spout rubs her, a concentrated, unending pressure right on the swollen nub that has been ignored all day under lace.

She spreads her knees the same three or four inches Soo taught her. Her labia peel open in the current. The outer lips shine. The inner ones flutter. Water runs the slot of her, over the tight hole, back up across the clit, and she rolls her hips to keep the stream exactly there, fucking the water in tiny strokes. Her feet work the angle. Left toes press the wall. Right heel slips and she almost loses it, then she hooks the faucet housing with the arch of one foot and holds herself on target, calf shaking, the other foot braced so hard the toes go white.   

She thinks of the pen dropping. She thinks of a man's head below the glass, his face level with the two layers she was thankful for, and of the lace he would have seen if he had looked up her thigh, the elastic biting her, the skirt failing. She thinks of sitting open on purpose, the name Calida on the tag, knees apart. HER job and her independence as long as she stays submissive.

Her free hand comes to her breast and pinches the light-pink nipple until it hurts in a way that feeds the water, then she drags that same hand down and holds her pussy open with two fingers so the spout can do maximum work. She still does not put fingers inside. She wants the spout to do it, impersonal and relentless, the way the day was impersonal and relentless, a thing that uses her clit whether she chose it or not.   

Her clit feels huge under the stream, a tight, slick bead, the hood pulled back by her own fingers. She grinds up into the metal lip of the faucet, not quite touching it, then she does touch it, a cold kiss on the nub that makes her hips jerk, the water a wet tongue she did not have to ask for. Her thighs start to shake. The elastic mark still on her skin, mid-thigh. She comes hard and quiet, mouth open against her own shoulder, pussy clenching on nothing, the hole winking and sucking at water, a gush that is more her than the tap, slick running into the bathwater. She keeps the stream on her clit through it, oversensitive, almost hurting, until she has to twist her feet and shove her hips back, cunt twitching, inner lips still open, clit angry and bright.   

She sits there dripping, listening. The television is still on. She lets the tub rise around her, the same easy heat she had under her on the chair, and she stays in it until her shoulders drop. She washes as if she only came in to get clean, soap on the same clit until she has to stop. When she finally opens the door she is the good daughter again.   

Thursday passes about the same way, in a strangely uneventful way, as she gets used to being on display. The only new development is that men start asking if she can help in the patient rooms. She lets them know not until next week. They make a point of asking which days she will be working next week, which leaves her feeling a bit uneasy, but happy for the attention.

That evening she still has some cash left from the two hundred, so she takes her parents into town for a salad, and she pays for a change. Her mother says she does not have to do that. Mindy pays anyway. Her father says it is nice to be taken out. They compliment her. They talk about how she has spending money and how she is able to help. She enjoys the respect and being able to help the people she loves.

*******

By Friday she has gotten used to the routine. She clocks in, strips nude, and gets dressed. She is the human welcome sign for the patients that day. This Friday, still nude, she opens the packet and is surprised to see the wardrobe has changed.   

Soo comes in and explains that Friday is reserved for special clients who pay a little extra and like a little change of pace each week or each month, depending on their frequency of care.   

Edgaro pokes his head in and says don't worry, sweet pea, you'll be a hit. You got this, girl.   

Mindy puts on the schoolgirl outfit: a garter belt with suspenders, and a button-up top with far too few buttons, so the cloth bulges at the seams.   

Friday passes uneventfully, but she notices the men spend more time at the front desk seemingly enjoying her schoolgirl attire.

Every evening she is supposed to strip down and put the day's clothing into a dry-clean bag, both panties on top, and hand that bag to Edgaro or bend and put the packet in the dirty clothes area on the floor. He and Nico are her big gay brothers at the clinic. After the handoff she redresses in her street clothes in the same reverse-strip manner: panty, bra, skirt, shirt, and the rest.

This day she hands the bag to Nico, it's safer from having to bend and expose herself to the camera. He says, "I can't wait: we will be working together next week", and walks off. She has no idea what she will be doing if chosen for the rooms, and is filled with uncertainty all weekend.   

Over the weekend the name on the tag starts blending into Mindy. She introduces herself with the wrong name and catches herself. Her mother sees her in clothes more revealing than is traditionally allowed and asks what is going on. Mindy is surprised at how quickly she is becoming part of the job, and how quickly the job is becoming part of her, but only tells her mom she was distracted and goes to change. Her father says it is good she has a real job, and we should give her a little leeway, mom doesn't think money excuses behavior.

******  

Monday of week two she clocks in, undresses, and puts her own clothes on the shelf. The costume drawer is empty. She is nude and the weekday packet is not there.   

Mr. Skiy comes in with a packet. He shakes her hand and sits, and she stands the way she stood for Soo, hands behind her back, facing him. He has not been in this room with her since the interview pictures, and she is burning red from both shame and anger at his violation of her privacy... but she stands there and remains compliant.

He explains that some procedures have add-ons that cannot be billed to insurance. For those she is acting as a contractor. She can choose her hours and the days she works, which is why the men were asking about her schedule last week. She can refuse or accept any client, of course, based on her limits. If she wants the money, she should generally accept until she finds she has some reason she would rather not.  Besides, the men here are respectful, as they know that Soo or the NP's will cancel their appointments if any disrespect occurs...

Mr Skiy continues: for the first day she will chaperone testosterone injections. Some of the older clients who are at risk will have monthly rectal exams ahead of their shot, and quarterly blood tests for PSA screening, as well as a handful of other items she will be witnessing over the next few days.   

For chaperoning she will generally get her usual patient-welcome intake salary. Plus, as a consultant she is free to accept tips for any little additional services she performs to facilitate visits.

His eyes leave the paper once and travel the same path they traveled in the interview, pussy, soft hips, naval, and breasts... then come back to the page as if his ogling were a mere moment of distraction. Finally, he hands her the day's normal week uniform.   

She dresses for him in reverse-strip order and walks back to her station in a daze. She is still the welcome sign for the clinic, and apparently, today, the owner's personal entertainment.

Soo takes her in for the first appointment of the day. An older man, Ron, has low testosterone, but is at-risk for enlargement, which requires a monthly rectal exam ahead of the testosterone shot. Edgaro gloves up and uses two fingers to check Ron's health. The man navigates his feeling out loud. He says it feels like he has to pee, says it again, then, slightly panicked, says it feels as if he is going to come and after a pause a little bead forms at the tip.   

Edgaro asks if he would like 'Cali' to clean that up. The man says yes, almost eagerly, his earlier worry leaving his voice.   

Mindy is not sure how, and Soo is there for that. First time, Soo teaches, gloves and paper towel, Soo's hands guide Mindy, sweet and strict: you are cleaning, you are not finishing him. The shot shot should only take two minutes.   

Mindy holds his semi-erect member with one gloved hand and softly works the towel over the tip with the other. It is supposed to be a wipe. In her uncertainty it becomes a mini hand job that does not go to completion. The contact of her hand on his shaft makes him harder than before, and he stays hard even while Edgaro prepares the injection. To Mindy it feels like this 60 year old man is deliberately rocking back and forth in her 21 yo hand, ever so slightly. She notices his breathing change. He puts one hand around her waist to steady himself and takes the opportunity to look down her shirt at her opaque bra. She keeps the towel moving because Edgaro is drawing up, checking the vial. Ron's hand slips up under her skirt now and pats her ass once, and straightening up he says "thanks dear", with no hint of sarcasm.

Now that Edgaro has the injection ready. She goes back to the wall and takes the gloves off and discards them per training. Ron's erection fades remarkably quickly. Soo explains that with age, a penis can often stay hard only with external stimulation.  Ron laughs, "Ain't that the truth; I think that's the hardest I've been in about 25 years. Cali is a fiery little fountain of youth."

After the injection, Ron is still grateful. He thanks her again and apologizes for the, well, you know, dripping, blushing a little, and says he hopes she will be on shift for his visit next month.

Mindy is requested for two more chaperones that afternoon, but none of them need cleanup. What they do have are "special requests." A 45 year-old man asks her if she can hold her skirt up and show her panties while he's getting an injection, to take his mind off the needle, and later a 38-year-old man asks for her top up, nipples peeking through the thin bra material. Mindy is mortified each time, but the nurse practitioner simply shrugs as if it's 'her call', and reluctantly, she chose to comply each time. And each time there was a little cash waiting on the counter for her as they exited.

At the end of the day she is stripping again for the dry-clean ritual, talking to Soo, and the second thought comes out of her mouth. She did not know she would have to touch a man in THAT area.   

Soo does not rush the conversation. She explains that cash add-ons sit on top of the thirty-an-hour intake salary. Fifteen dollars if she only chaperones. Thirty if the visit includes... cleanup. (The extra for the wipe is fifteen, apparently.) The company sees none of that additional money. The company only ensures the person 'voluntarily tips'.

"Today there was one cleanup and 2 chaperones. That's $60 that you've already collected, cash you take home tonight, on top of the hourly that will be in your weekly paycheck."

Mindy walks home, the $60 light in her pocket but the man slowly fucking her fist still burning on her conscience. It was just a "procedure" she tells herself. Fringe health practice, but still medical in nature...

Late the next morning Soo takes her into a room again. An older man, 70, Dan, is already on the table, on his side. Nico says this visit is to drain the prostate, to let the pressure out, and it will take about five minutes. Soo tells Mindy to glove up and hold Dan's member, the same way as the wipe yesterday, and to stay where Dan can reach her if he needs to steady himself.   

She wraps a gloved hand around him. He is quickly semi-erect in her palm. Nico starts the massage, and the man grunts and finds her ass with his free hand and holds on, squeezing through the tennis skirt, the outer panty, and the thong, all three layers bunched in his grip. Dan then runs a finger along her crack, slow, following the thicker string, and presses until the cloth gives and she feels his pressure on the edge of her anal opening, a blunt line through the three layers, not inside of her, but she can feel the cold of his fingertips. 'Low circulation,' she thinks and makes a mental note for his file later, bristling at her hands and ass being used as a diagnostic instruments.

Nico works Dan's prostrate through the anal opening, developing a slow steady rhythm. Dan grunts again, deeper, and squeezes her ass in time with it, the finger riding down that same groove, rubbing a little of her through the cloth every time Nico bears down. Mindy keeps her hand on his (mostly flaccid, she notes for he file later) shaft because that is what she was told to do. A clear ooze starts at the tip, slow, a bead that swells and hangs and then another behind it, and she can feel him pulse in her fist each time a little more slides out. Dan squeezes harder and grunts through his teeth, then reaches down and begins to move Mindy's hand back and forth, faster than the man yesterday, but not technically masturbation. Only then does she register what might be called a true erection. The ooze keeps coming, not an ejaculation, just pressure leaving him in a thin wet thread over her glove, minute after minute, while his hand stays on her ass and that finger keeps massaging her sphincter through the two panties.  Having forgotten the paper towel, the best she can do is cup her hand as the fluid accumulates in her palm.

Five minutes, with her ass and opening on assault seems like forever. When Nico stops, the man's hand is still on her. The massage is over, and even in her hand he goes limp in 2 seconds, the way the other patient did after the wipe, but quicker, the weight of him soft against her glove while the last of the ooze sits on the tip of his cock.   

The gentleman gets his pants back up in a flash, moving like a man barely 50 now. He takes $50 from his wallet. He raises her skirt up with one hand and pushes the bills down into both sets of underwear, the cash warm against her bare skin. He says he hopes she will be on duty in two months. He kisses her on the forehead, careful, with the pressure relieved he is back to normal, once again the doting grandfather kissing his 'temporary granddaughter' at a front door, and then he leaves.   

She stands there in a daze, with a handful of prostatic fluid. She pulls the gloves off carefully, over the medical waste container, and goes to the sink and scrubs her hands. She scrubs for five minutes. She is crying where anyone in the room can see it. Soo comes in and stays with her and talks her down, sweet and then firm. What she just did mattered. She is doing a real service for the patients. This is the only way many of these men can relieve pressure or even remember what sexual pleasure felt like. That takes a huge psychological toll on them, always the breadwinner and now relegated to 'old fella'. You saw he was a different man leaving than when entering?

Soo waits until Mindy's hands are rinsed and says, AND now you understand why the choice of panties was so important?

The next two days she is at the front desk in the weekday attire, but she is becoming popular and is asked to chaperone several patients per day. Mostly shots, but a "handful" of cleanups that always seem to come with groping. So far her "steadying myself" score is 3 hands for her clit or labia, 4 more on her ass, and one pinching her nipples. 'I guess my ass IS my best feature after all', she thinks, 'or maybe they just can't reach my breasts as easily...' The research portion of her brain fires up, she wonders how she can make her breasts more accessible for a true test... but she pushes these sexual Guinne pig ideas away.

On Friday she clocks in, strips, and opens the packet. It is not the tennis skirt and it is not last week's shirt. Soo says the special clients are in today, and they like a change. Edgaro puts his head in and tells her she will be a hit.   

The top is a cropped jersey that stops above her ribs. The issued C-cup is NOT included. Now she has a band of bare stomach under the hem, and when she lifts her arms a hint of under-boob shows. The skirt is a lacrosse skirt, shorter than the tennis one, pleats that jump when she steps. The thong and outer panty are missing and sandals replaced by athletic trainers. The socks are striped and go to her knees.

Mindy looks at Soo incredulously, and Soo explains, "yes today's uniform barely qualifies as 'uniform' so regulations are you must maintain 3 feet distance / outside of arms length for all patients while you have no thong. Star will assist you with any cleanups or "hands on"procedures.

The first special client is the man who dropped his pen. He books a room. Nico is in there getting a tray ready. The man asks her to hold her sports skirt up, both hands, and keep it up. She does, her pussy on full display now. As she stands there holding the pleats at her waist.... in her head she is already asking herself, in plain English, how she is giving in so quickly, how her arms went up on the first ask, how she is still holding the skirt while a man who once dropped a pen at her glass is enraptured.

Miss Star lets down her long blonde hair and steps close to Mr. Pen. She is wearing the normal weekly outfit and Mr. Pen reaches his hand up her skirt and works her lips through the 3 layers of cloth and then to the back, hunting for Star's thong string, slow, while Nico performs a perfunctory health check of penis head and ball sack. Nico then applies silicon lubricant to the man's penis and works him to an erection, noting the measurements, taking his time to work the blood from base to shaft for 30 seconds...

Mr. Pen raises an eyebrow at this and Nico writes his findings and leaves the clipboard and specimen cup with Star and exits the room.

Star sets the container on the chair and then takes over performing a true hand job: left hand massaging his balls and between his legs, right hand using a reverse forward grip alternating fast then remarkable slow.

"Remember," she says, you need to edge twice before we collect."

Within a minute his hips begin bucking and she slows her pace as a stream of pre-cum flows into the palm of her hand. She transfers to the container and lets him catch his breath.

For the 2nd round Star asks 'Cali' to hold the skirt with one hand and rub the clit with the other. Mindy slowly does so while making eye contact with Mr. Pen.

With pressure relieved, round 2 takes a bit longer. Mr. Pen seems like he is prolonging, trying to enjoy every second of Mindy's self-pleasure while the blonde works his shaft now with both hands. He moves his hand to the front and tries to find Star's clit such that yeah sure all genitals in the room are fully occupied. When his breath and spasming starts, Star again pulls away and collects the drops directly in the jar this time, the last one hanging from his purple bulb and refusing to go in.

"This is embarrassing," Mr. Pen confides, trying to jangle the pre-cum loose.

"Imagine how Cali feels while you are here taking your sweet time. You only lasted 4 minutes last time, but you seem determined to drag this out today."

"Well, the fertility drug does work miracles", Mr. Pen asserts. "Besides, why would I rush with all this going on!"

They both look at Mindy now turning red from the stimulation and she turns even redder from the renewed attention of 2 pairs of eyes on her engorged pussy.

"I think you should go a bit faster if you want to climax same time as him, babe.", Star offers, 'helpfully'.

As if on autopilot, Mindy increases the pace letting out a series of small moans, as the room is filled with slop-slurp sounds.

The blonde renews her motion and tells Mr. Pen, "OK. This is the big one. Let's see if we have any improvement over last collection."

She can tell that Mr. Pen is still resisting the orgasm and she looks at him sternly.

"Sorry", he says, "old habit, you think she can turn around and bend over and finish her orgasm?"

"Well, that's for you to ask HER not me. But also she's new here so I don't know if she wi..."

Mindy decides to give it a try turning her ass and pussy lips towards her audience, and begins to finger bang herself with one hand and rubs the clit with the other. She's so close; she's never masturbated in front of anyone before but the combination of attention and humiliation and pleasure threatens to send her over the edge.

"Oh I'm almost there", Mindy exclaims, followed by a series of moans and sounds. Behind her she hears some more moans as the room is filled on both sides with slurping sounds of penis and pussy being worked to fruition. Then Mr. Pen lets out a long sigh mixed with a weird whimper.

She looks back wondering at the sound, and sees such a large amount of love juice filling the container that she just stops and stares. His eyes fixed on her spread open pussy and orange hair adornment and her eyes on the rapidly filling container. "What exactly is this trial medicine", she wonders out loud...

She realizes her orgasm window has passed and collapses on the table, frustrated, circling her clit slowly as her body slowly grounds itself back to work-reality.

She lays there getting her breath back, bent over the table until she hears Edgaro enter the room. She jumps up and covers herself quickly and notices Star and patient have left and there's money sitting next to the collection tray.

"Wow, you must've really needed that sister. Hope you got to finish. In any case, the patient left a really good review for you with Soo.", he looks at her shiny hands and add, "No rush take your time. Just come back out when you're ready and cleaned up." Edgaro collects the specimen, marks the date, and leaves the room.

Very late in the day, technically past closing, the last client comes and requests 'Calida' by name. Says he heard about her on the online forums.

Before she goes in, Soo hands her the two panties and asks her to wear them. Then she leans in and whispers "this guy tips well, do as he says, please. The specimen cups are in the top right cabinet.' Soo puts a clipboard in her hands. The sheet is already printed. Firmness. Time until ejaculation. Semen volume. A line at the top says low-dose Prilovex, and a box to confirm the patient took it.   

Mindy cannot believe her eyes. She closes the door behind her.   

He is already on the chair, youngest patient she has seen yet, not more than 10 years her senior, and actually very attractive. He says "You're new here, right? I've heard good things."

She mumbles something that is meant to be yes. He continues, "so my preferred method is you go ahead and do a strip show for me, down to your thong, but of course peel it back for few secs so I can see what you are working with," he says, "then use the oil based lube, no gloves."

"No... gloves?", she repeats, a bit stunned. She sets the clipboard on the counter and opens the cabinet and takes a cup and the oil. Her hands are not steady. She leaves on the shoes and the socks, pulls the jersey over her head, removes the athletic skirt, and at last the outer panty, until she is in the two-ply thong and above the waist nude. He watches the whole way, when she removed the first layer, she was met with a full erection that rose to applause her.

'I guess Soo WAS right about men and having us remove panties..." she thinks, sardonically.

She peels back the thong briefly so he can see her outer lips and a hint of red hair, careful not to touch her ownself.

She puts the protective thong back in place and oils her bare hands because bare hands is what he 'asked' for.

The firmness check is supposed to be a rating, but she's not yet experienced enough to know what she is rating against. When she takes him in her hand he is strong, a hard thick rise that fills her fist and stays there, and she marks that in her head for the sheet. He tells her on her knees. She goes to her knees on the floor in the thong and uses the oil and works him the way Star just taught her, except there is no towel and she must use the forward hold since she is below him. Also there is no nurse practitioner and no two-minute shot, only the collection cup on the tray beside her and his left hand tangling her hair.   

She gets her other hand under him. His sack is heavy and drawn up tight, and full. Likely his young age or the trial medicine; likely both. The shaft in her first hand is already more than the men from this week, the ones who softened so quickly. She cannot cover him with one fist. She lets the sack go and brings that hand up, both hands on him, oily, turning her wrists as she goes up and down so one palm rolls into the other. He watches her do it. He starts to meet her by raising up. Small pushes at first, then he is putting his hips into the grip on purpose, seeing if she can keep both hands on him while he works.

A minute or two of that and he stands up out of the chair. He bucks into the double grip, hard enough to rock her on the tile. She has not had a man use her hands like this, not the older patients and not anyone at college.

He still has her hair gripped on one hand. In the enthusiasm he pulls her face in. Nine inches slide along her cheek, slick, and the tip goes into her hair at the temple. She yanks back. Her cheek is wet. A piece of hair is stuck to it.

"No. That is not the trial etiquette. My hands and then empty into the cup. You keep your hands off my head."

He lets her hair go. Both of his hands are up where she can see them. He is breathing hard. " I'll be on my best behavior, Reddie. I got excited, sorry Cali."

She gets both hands around him again. He does not grab her. He pumps into her fists faster than before, and she has to stay with him or lose her grip. She can feel him getting close.

He lasts about four minutes. She feels the finish beginning and tries to get the specimen cup up and in place, but he is already going, hard pulses, and he ejaculates everywhere: across her chest, over her knuckles, a stripe on the thong (thankfully 2 ply material), a wet splash on her lips, cheek, and collarbone. It's only by the tiniest of miracles that she was able to close her mouth and avoid having to file a safety incident report.

She tries to scoop his semen from her face, chest, and hands, into the collection cup, chasing what is still warm so the volume line on the clipboard will be accurate. Some of it stays on her, but most eventually makes it into the cup.   

She writes what she can:

* Firmness: strong.

* Time until ejaculation: five minutes.

* Semen volume: she puts down what is in the cup and then adds 1cc for what is still smeared on her.

He is already dressing. He leaves money on the counter, more than the fifty, and tells her it was ok. He opens the door himself and leaves her nude and sticky and pitifully on display for anybody that might walk. Her first time for a pearl necklace and she doesn't even know his name, just the "Trial Patient 6" that is written on his chart. She's not sure which is worse, the unfinished orgasm from the previous patient or the mini-facial from this anonymous "hit and run patient".

She stands up with the cup and the clipboard and a stickiness in various places. She puts the jersey back on before she walks out. Soo takes the cup and reads the sheet and brags on her, sweet and proud, how good she did, first time alone and she still got a solid volume, she still got a time, the firmness line is clean, honey, that is a real collection. Soo says the employee bathroom is free if she wants it.   

Mindy, however, does not have time for a shower. Tonight she is taking the family out. Her best friend Olivia will also be there, and Olivia's parents, and Olivia's brother, a reservation already booked. She cleans what she can at the sink with the sani-wipes, bags the jersey and the athletic skirt and the striped socks, both panties on top, and hands the bag to Edgaro. She redresses in street clothes with the phantom smell still on her chest and hands, and heads to the restaurant, ready for Friday night.

*****

At the restaurant Mindy sits across from her parents and next to Olivia. She swears she can smell the big tipper, her anonymous last client of the day, despite having used a wipe and washed her hands and face. Maybe her hair from when he got excited. Surely he didn't get semen in her hair and she missed THAT.

In any case, she tries to eat. The salad, the bread, while Olivia talks about school. Mindy smiles, still in a daze. She cuts something on her plate. She can still smell him.   

Olivia looks at the door. "Oh yay! They made it! Mindy, that's my sister. I told her where we were eating. I didn't think she'd have time to stop by though! And she brought her husband."

Mindy knows him as soon as he is in the door. Her stomach drops the way it does when you miss a step. Trial Patient #6. She thinks she should stand up, and she thinks she should go to the bathroom, but she stays in the chair because she doesn't want to cause a scene and draw attention.

Olivia gets up and hugs her. The parents start sliding chairs. Mindy moves hers an inch so it looks like she is helping.

"I didn't think you'd show!", Olivia exclaims.

"It was Phil's idea. He's suddenly got so much energy", Pam brags, "he wanted to come."

Mindy blurts out, "Of course he did", and then seeing the look of pleading in Phil's eyes, quickly adds, "who wouldn't want unlimited breadsticks!?"

The new couple squeezes in, Phil directly across from Mindy and Pam comes over and wedges between Olivia and Mindy.

"Good to meet you, you're Olivia's friend right?"

"Yes, since forever."

Pam kisses Mindy on the cheek, the notes, "Oh babe, you've got something in your hair...", as she brushes Mindy's hair with her fingers. "Flakey."

"Probably just some dry shampoo: I had to rush straight over from my shift and then have a chance to clean up.", Mindy replies, glaring at Phil.

"Well, anyway, we have some good news. We're trying for a baby. We figure that now that Phil's vitality is improved, can try the fertility routes this new clinic he is trying offers", Pam confides. "Phil says they have very hands-on methods."

Mindy chokes a cough, but nobody notices because Olivia squeals, "fingers crossed, I can't wait to be an aunt."

Mindy just gives Phil one more accusatory glance, and then tries to keep her head down for the rest of the dinner.

To his credit, Phil attempts levity and to diffuse Mindy's discomfort by saying, "I'll be on my best behavior...", and then to Mindy's, "if someone can pass me a breadstick!"

When Mindy finally gets home she locks the hall bath and tries to clean off. She attempts to reach orgasm the way she always has, faucet, fingers, the quiet house, and the methods are not working as normal. She can get close. She cannot get over. Almost there if being in rooms with all these men, with somebody warm, if only on her hands, it's leaving her wanting more than just warm water. Maybe she needs a vibrator? Does she dare risk which a purchase? In any case, tonight she goes to bed excited and still unfulfilled.   

The following week word has gotten out. The 'petite but perky' redhead is very popular and now in high demand. The clients ask for her by the name on the tag. On an average day she is performing three to four cleanups, and in during, the groping has become commonplace. The old game of shirt or skirt peep has turned into predicting whether someone is going to try to twist her nipples or rub her clit through the two layers, or hang onto her ass crack like their life depended on it during their procedure. Or, for the 'plain vanilla' injections, what article of clothing will be subject to their special request??

She is in a constant state of arousal now. The shower does not finish her. The bathtub does not finish her. EVEN humping her pillow while working her clit does not get her over the edge anymore.   

She wakes Friday morning early, in a cold sweat, from a dream about a group of older men coming on her chest. It was surreal: she was on her knees, tongue out, rubbing her clit with a gloved hand (why a glove THERE of all places!?). Meanwhile, a line of men, old and young, lined up to cum in the cup. But in her dream, with hands occupied, she holds the collection cup with her teeth. The oldest of the dream men barely drip on her breasts, missing the cup altogether, but the younger "fertility" clients, alternate hitting her forehead, tongue, or neck, as some the ooze moves down her lips and into the cup.

Getting out of the bed, she tries to shake the images off, but the thought of a firm cock squirting in her face has her dripping wet before she gets to work...

She's only given one boy a blowjob, a few times in past, but as she gets out of bed she can still taste the imagined salt in her mouth as she opens the door to the clinic.

What's it going to be today, she asks herself as she strips down, folds her clothes, and reaches for the packet.  Space girl outfit, maybe? Some sort of Furry ensemble, maybe a cat with crotchless tights?

She is not ready for what she finds. Inside are copper lace thigh highs and a bronze patterned silk robe that is barely more than a shirt. She shakes the package. There is literally nothing else inside.   

Panicked, she peeks around the screen and notices how quiet the office is, as if THEY are also processing something. Soo and the blonde intern come to her to explain. They have had a special request. One of their longtime customers wants to 'show her off to his golf buddies'. She is to wear the office attire, the blouse and the skirt, with no bra and no panty. They will do a quick nine holes and head back to the club, where she should change into this new... uniform...

It's a lot to ask, but she will be home by five and not stay the night. The problem is that he cannot legally pay her for 'service', but he has arranged for her family to see a huge benefit.   

She stands there naked, looking from face to face, dumbfounded. Service? She says she has done almost everything she can conscionably do. She is not sure what they are asking, and she is pretty sure she is not up for it. She begs. She pleads. She says wait a second, she signed up to help with medical.   

Soo finally discloses, "He knows you family is behind on their property taxes. That is really serious in this jurisdiction. Your benefactor can pull some strings in very high places to erase the debt. Think of it as psychological help, for both him as well as your family."

Mindy starts to bargain: She has saved up some money. This is when the NP's, her big clinic brothers, come around the screen and hug her and Edgaro says it is 'worse than she thinks. This is the easiest way to get her family back on their feet.' To help out the family.   

Soo holds out a day bag. She says, "Put your outer layer on and I will drive you to the resort. I will personally stay nearby, in earshot at all times, so you can depend on me if things get too crazy. Bring the lingerie and your regular clothes in this day bag."

Reluctantly, Mindy gets dressed, if you can even call it that, and walks toward the parking lot.

To be continued...