Relief Girls: A Day in Katie's Life

tags: MF | handjob | mast | clinic | first-person

by Emily Jones (missemilyjones@outlook.com) 2014

My name is Katie Brown, I'm 20 years old and I've been a Relief Girl for just over a year now. I'd like to tell you a little bit about how I came into this rather unusual job, and give you a little insight into an average day in my life, relieving and satisfying men on a daily basis.

First, let me tell you a little about myself. I like to think I'm quite an attractive girl - I'm about 5'3", with long, jet-black hair, blue eyes and a slender figure with B-cup breasts. I'm into fashion and makeup and looking good - I really love getting my nails done in particular. The smart, slinky blue Relief Girl uniform looks really good on me, even if I say so myself! It all started for me, like it did for so many of the younger Relief Girls, when I was at university. I was studying nursing, and everything was going brilliantly for me... until my dad lost his job, and I was forced to start paying my own way through the course. My student loans weren't nearly enough to cover the cost of living, and I found myself working - like many attractive students - at what they euphemistically called a "gentlemen's club" just off campus.

It was called the Fantasy Bar, and it was your average mid-range lap-dancing club. My first night, I was so nervous! But the other girls helped me along, and when at the end of a night of smiling suggestively at men, taking off my bra, swaying around a little and caressing hard-ons of all shapes and sizes, I'd made £300, my views on the subject changed considerably. The work wasn't nearly as degrading as I'd imagined it would be, and most of the men - bless them - seemed so sweet, shy, gentle. I almost felt like I was doing them a favour by just being there for them, chatting, flirting. It was a wonderful, supportive environment among the girls - at the end of the night, we'd compare notes, commisserate if we'd ended up spending time with a dick of a guy, and generally keep each other sane.

When the clinics were first announced, our city was one of the first areas to see them introduced. The jobs were quite heavily advertised among girls in my line of work - posters appeared on the walls in the back rooms of the clubs, outlining what the work would entail and promising a professional working environment and rates of pay higher than I would even expect to earn in my first few years as a graduate nurse. It even seemed like the work on offer was kind of nursing, anyway! A few of us from the Fantasy Bar applied, and two of us - me, and a sweet Asian student called Mia - got interviews. To cut a long story short - here I am, with a year's experience as a Relief Girl under my belt, enjoying my rich and varied work. I never did graduate as a nurse, I dropped out of university after a few months in this job, but I'm earning enough money to have a really nice place to live, a new car and a couple of holidays a year.

I'm going to tell you what happened one recent, fairly average day at the Male Relief Clinic.

The staff meeting first thing every morning is always fairly entertaining. Amanda, our boss and one of the consultants who helps the men pick out a Relief Girl, and sorts out any issues, gives us all our room allocations and schedules for the day. Most days, I have a few regulars during the morning and over lunchtime, and then we have slots free for newcomers, and late bookings, in the afternoons. I got handed my paper for the day, telling me I was in my usual room 3, and that I had four bookings for the morning session. A fairly quiet day, really - each booking can take from 20 minutes all the way up to an hour, depending on the man's need, and the level of stamina he manages to achieve. Some of the men have obviously not relieved themselves all month and when you touch them down there, they pop instantly! Others have evidently been taking better care of themselves, and take a little longer to relieve.

The first booking that day was Michael. He's a regular now, I think he's in his mid-30s and he's been coming to the clinic for about eight months. He picked a bubbly brunette called Tiffany, who worked at the Fantasy Bar for a while, for his first session, but when she left, he switched to me and he's been coming to me ever since. I headed into the changing and makeup area, touched up my makeup, applied a nice, thick coat of lip gloss, changed from my street clothes into my Relief Girl uniform, making sure to pull the dress down nice and low to show off my cleavage. I admired my new nails that I'd had done the previous day - nice, long, pretty acrylic ones with baby-pink glittery tips, so feminine - and waited for Amanda to let me know Michael was waiting.

He was there, laying on the couch in the room, when I walked in, smiling brightly and warmly. I always have to put on the nice-girl act when I'm with a man needing relief, even if I've had a long night and I'm really not feeling like it. This morning, I'm enjoying my work, though. He blushed as I walked in, but his erection was already plain to see. Michael's one of those guys who doesn't seem to relieve himself very often between sessions, and it was obvious that he was in real need this morning, with a big, sticky wet patch growing in the towel. I wondered if this was his morning wood!

I greeted him, took off his towel, and with a bright smile, wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him, chatting away about our days. That's the thing with being a Relief Girl, it makes doing this feel totally normal, it's just a sweet, friendly interaction. His penis pulsed in my hand as I told him about the holiday I'm taking to Greece next month, a bit of winter sun, and he told me something about his work, which went in one ear and out of the other! I felt his thin, glistening, sticky, slick pre-cum rolling down my hand and the veins of his cock as I stroked and twisted, listening to him gasp and groan. He's such a sweetie, though. As he groaned and bucked in my hand, thrusting himself up to meet my caresses on his penis, he told me how much he liked my hair, and my makeup.

It really didn't take long before I felt his balls start to tense up in my hand, and his cock beginning to recoil. "Sweetie," I told him softly, with a sweet, encouraging smile on my face. "It's OK if you can't last, just let it go, that's what I'm here to do!" He just gasped, his breath shallow. "You really should take care of yourself between sessions, you know. If you don't want to do it to yourself, ask Amanda when you leave for some of the cards." We have cards in reception, advertising various lap-dancing venues, strip bars and massage parlours. Men are encouraged to use their services between sessions if they have to.

"Katie," he said, his voice hoarse and grunting. "I'm going to... to ejaculate." The men have to tell us before they do it, it's one of the rules of the clinics. I knew, of course, it was the most obvious thing in the world, if only from the sheer amount of slick, slippery ooze that was flowing from the head of his penis, but he still had to tell me. I love guys just before they're about to cum. It's when they're at their most honest, and I find the way they lose control of what they're saying and doing kind of adorable, really.

"Okay, Michael honey," I cooed gently, quickening the pace of my hand as he passed the point of no return with a long, low, guttural groan. "You just do what you need to, let it all out for me, like you do every month!" I fluttered my long, feminine lashes and that was it. His balls tensed up and contracted, and he bucked and writhed in my hand as I stroked and rubbed his pulsing cock, and his semen started to flow from the head, oozing out rather than shooting any great distance. It's always so interesting to see so many different kinds of ejaculation from the different men who come and visit! The cum rolled down the shaft of his throbbing manhood, coating my slender fingers and my brand new nails with chunky white globs of man-mess. It ran down his balls, and onto the sheet covering the couch as he gasped and grunted his relief. His final shot popped off with a little more force, flying up, a couple of drops hitting my arm, and the rest landing on his stomach.

I just smiled encouragingly, stroking and kneading his softening penis to coax out the last few droplets of semen from his gasping body. I breathed a sigh of relief that I would only have to get one of the cleaners to change the sheets, and not have to change my dress or re-do my makeup, before leaving the room to get my hands cleaned up, find a fresh sheet and get ready for my second booking. Some guys are so forceful when they ejaculate, it can make such a mess - thank goodness Michael was a bit more oozy! As I left the room, he lay there, recovering. We give the men about ten minutes privacy to get their breath back and get dressed.

When I went into the makeup and changing area after Michael, Danielle - one of the other Relief Girls - was sitting there looking in a mirror, dabbing with a wet-wipe. Copious amounts of cum clung to her face, there were ropes of it down her blue dress, and she was desperately trying to get a big chunk out of her pretty, long lashes. Dani's a friendly 25-year-old blonde with nice, full breasts and lovely red lips.

"It looks like I got off a bit lighter than you this morning, Dani," I giggled - not in a nasty way, there's always a little friendly banter between the girls here. "I just had an oozer, he only really messed up my nice new nails, I'm sure they'll wipe off."

"Oh, I had a teenager," sighed Danielle, "he went absolutely ballistic everywhere, my dress, my face, the sheets, I'm actually a bit surprised he didn't blast right up to the ceiling, he really needs to get himself off more!" She laughed a little as she dabbed at her cheek, makeup coming right off with the thick white semen. Men start coming here at 16, and I find teenagers are really quite easy to pop off, but they can be quite forceful, and you have to be so careful not to let it go flying everywhere!

I dabbed gently at my nails, cleaning off the worst of Michael's thick cum, making sure to dab it off my arm too, washing my hands in the sink and applying hand cream to soften myself up. "I've got another older guy next, a regular, I think his name's Peter, it shouldn't be too difficult."

"You get all the easy ones," Dani complained light-heartedly. "I'm not sure who I've got next, I think I'm free so I'm bound to end up with a newbie, they're always way too messy."

Just then, I got the call from Amanda, to say that I was needed in my room for Peter. As Dani was taking off her semen-stained dress and pulling a fresh one from the closet, I quickly brushed my long, straight black hair, tied it up in a smart, professional ponytail with a simple blue tie to match my dress and headed out.

Unlike most of the men who visit, Peter didn't have much of an erection under the towel when I walked in, greeting him warmly, running my pretty pink-nailed fingers through my long ponytail. It was more of a semi hard-on, a little bulge visible through the warm, white towel. I went down, sat next to him, and smiled kindly, showing off my pretty pink lip-gloss, the same as I had done to Michael. "Good morning, Peter," I smiled, pressing my young hand against his soft, heavy erection through the fabric. I caressed him gently as I spoke. "How've you been since we last met? I hope you've had a lovely February." I remembered that he liked me to be friendly and professional in this way, and as I looked into his eyes and fluttered my mascara-caked lashes, I felt him start to grow beneath my hand.

He told me all about how busy he'd been with work - so many of these single men seem to be endlessly busy working, perhaps there's a link - and I felt his erection growing and developing as I caressed him, getting perhaps a little closer to Peter than I do to most of the men, letting him see a nice little view down the front of my dress, watching him stare openly down my ample, cavernous cleavage. "You've got such a lovely cock, Peter," I smiled, biting my lip flirtatiously in an effort to make him grow to full strength. "It's such a shame you don't have anyone to relieve it more regularly! I would, if I was your sweet, 20-year-old girlfriend." That was all it took, those words. I felt his manhood suddenly start to throb, expanding to full erection as he let out a gasp and I removed the towel.

The rest of the session was relatively routine - when you stroke four or five penises a day, you do perhaps start to get a little blasé about the whole thing. It took Peter a little longer to come to the point of ejaculation than it does for most men. "I've... I've been going to other places through the month, like you advised, Katie," he admitted with a blush. "The Fantasy Bar, and a nice little brothel at the other end of town. One of the girls there, a sweet young thing, she gives me blowjobs and says she might let me fuck her next time." I smiled, encouragingly. "That's what we'd like you to do, sweetie, if you need it. You just relax and let me relieve what's left."

There wasn't much when I finally did make Peter ejaculate. The semen rolled down the head of his shaft, most of it shooting out and landing on the sheets and his stomach. I breathed a sigh of relief as it finally ended, my wrist aching a little from a longer-than-usual session. I made a mental note to ask Jane, our cleaner, to fetch yet another fresh sheet to cover the couch when I went out.

When I got back from lunch, Amanda was hanging out in the changing area, chatting with Emma, one of the newer Relief Girls who was just getting ready for the start of her shift. She smiled as she saw me. "Hey, Katie," she said, warmly. "How's your day going so far?"

I told her about the two guys I'd seen already this morning and she seemed pleased that Michael had been following advice and going to the lap dancing clubs, getting relief from girls outside of the clinics. Of course, it'd be better for everyone - and his wallet - if he got a girlfriend, but as a 40-year-old bachelor, the chances of that seemed relatively slim.

Amanda told me she'd got a newbie for me later on this afternoon, a man called Simon in his 20s, not much older than me. He'd never been to the clinics before, but he'd just been through a breakup with his fiancée and he was a little bit nervous about the whole thing. She said he'd picked me out because I looked friendly, which was lovely to hear!

I touched up my makeup, brushing on a little more eyeshadow and re-applying my favourite pink lipgloss, getting ready for my third booking of the day.

Josh was only 18, and he'd only ever had one girlfriend in his young life, back when he was 16. This was his second visit to the clinic, and my second time seeing him, so I smiled as I walked into the room, seeing his teenage clothes roughly folded on the male clothing shelf, and his trendy sneakers under the chair in the corner. I smiled even more when I saw his young, supple body, and his sweet face with his floppy blonde hair lying on the couch, a raging erection looking as if it was going to burst through the already damp towel.

"Aww, hi, sweetie," I smiled, sitting on the chair by the couch, looking him up and down. He was just so adorable, I could have eaten him all up! "How's it going?" I pressed my hand gently against his thigh, showing off my pretty nails as I spoke to him.

"Ungh, um," he groaned, already seeming to be right on the edge before I'd even arrived in the room. "I'm... I'm OK, I guess." His face was flushed, partly with blushing embarrassment, partly from the apparent exertion of trying to hold back his pulsing, throbbing cock from already emptying the contents of his balls. "It's been a long month at college but I'm... I'm really glad I managed to get another booking with you."

"Oh, Josh, babe," I cooed, as warmly as I could. "That's what we're here for, honey. Just to get you nice and emptied out on a regular basis, so you aren't so stressed and tense. I hope college is going OK, what are you studying?"

It looked like it was all he could do not to wrap his strong, young hands around his cock himself as he answered me. "I'm... mmngh, I'm doing my A-levels, maths and physics, I want to go to uni."

As he spoke, I started to unwrap the towel from around him, wanting to see what he was hiding under there. "That's cool, sweetie," I encouraged him as I pulled him free from the towel, having to stifle a gasp as the biggest, angriest-looking erection I'd seen in a while came springing free. "OK, honey, just relax, we'll get this sorted out." I wrapped my sweet, caring hand around his penis, just holding it, admiring it with a little blush as I heard him grunt and groan. Then, I started to stroke, just ever so slowly and lovingly, a gentle up-and-down motion against the warm, meaty flesh of his cock.

I didn't realise what was happening until it was too late. The first thing I knew, poor Josh was letting out a long, pained groan, his penis was bucking wildly in my hands, his balls were contracting and tensing-up and a huge, thick, white, obscenely sticky rope of semen was being flung right into the air, landing right down the front of my smart, blue dress. So much for managing to keep it clean all day! I gasped in surprise as another forceful burst of spunk came, harder than the last. I couldn't dodge it quickly enough and it descended, with a splattering sound, on my chest, neck and even a little on my cheek. Still, Josh kept coming. He'd obviously been holding this one back for weeks, looking at the size of his poor, swollen balls. He eventually subsided, but not before landing globs of his chunky, youthful ejaculation onto my cleavage and into my smart, jet-black hair. I could taste his salty fluids on my freshly-glossed lips as I grimaced a little, blushing.

"Oh, shit, Katie, I'm sorry," was the first thing Josh managed to gasp out as he got his breath back. "I... I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry about your dress! And oh my God, your hair and face! I'm sorry!" His face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Josh, baby," I said, through my faceful of cum, feeling it cooling on my skin, dribbling down my face, soaking into my dress, shivering a little as it ran down my cleavage. "It's OK. Premature ejaculation is well-known, especially among males as young as you are. It doesn't matter, what matters is that we got you all nice and relieved. Doesn't that feel better?"

I could see that he was aroused as he looked at the damage he'd done to my clothes and my makeup. "I do, Katie," he said, still blushing a little, actually hardening again as he watched his semen dribble down me in thick, cooling chunks. "I wish I lasted longer, though."

I smiled, encouragingly. "When you go outside, just ask Amanda to give you a leaflet on premature ejaculation. That'll have everything you need to know. What you need to make sure you do is get yourself off well during the month, don't rely on the Relief Girls. Again, if you ask Amanda, she'll give you some vouchers for porn from a local sex shop. You shouldn't get yourself so worked-up, don't masturbate quickly, just work that nice, big penis of yours slowly and carefully, hold yourself back for a little while and let yourself go, and you'll find it works a lot better."

He was blushing as I gave him the advice, but smiled at the thought of his free porn vouchers. "Thanks for being so understanding, Katie."

"It's not a problem, really!" I smiled, dabbing with my pretty finger to stop a glob of his cum dribbling into my eye. "I'm going to have to go and get myself cleaned up and showered, and you need to use the wet-wipes and get yourself cleaned and dressed. Make sure you see Amanda on your way out!"

This time, it was Danielle's turn to laugh at me as she walked in while I was dabbing away at my face with a wet wipe, getting Josh's thick semen off. "Oh, Katie," she giggled. "I only got some on my hand this time. Was it a young guy?"

I nodded. "Just eighteen, Dani, he was so sweet about it, but he didn't warn me at all. I can understand though, he hasn't been masturbating all month, it was such a blast!" I started to run my fingers through my hair, grimacing at the feel of his drying semen sticking my strands together. "I'm going to have to shower before the next guy, I think."

Dani was taking off her Relief Girl dress, showing off her supple, slender body in just her black bra and matching lacy panties. "I'm off now, I haven't got any more bookings today and it's my boyfriend's birthday, so I'm going to get home nice and early to treat him."

Some of the girls here have boyfriends, others don't - I'm a free and single girl! Dani's so lucky to have a boyfriend who understands that what she does all day is just work, even though it's kind of sexual. There are so many things that our boyfriends see and do that the men who come to the clinics can't - they never see us naked, or get oral sex, and we certainly never fuck them, for instance.

I showered, dried and straightened my hair, pulled a fresh uniform dress out of the closet, and waited to be called for my next man, the first-timer.

There isn't really much to say about Simon's session. He was kind of a nervous guy, he'd been through a breakup recently, but once I took his penis out and started to pleasure him, rubbing and stroking his cock and balls, he soon warmed up and it wasn't long before he was spewing out copious amounts of spunk across my arm, hand, and even a little spurt up onto my neck. I smiled down at him, got him to clean himself up, and went back out to the changing area to finish up for the day and get changed.

It's a strange job, I know. Getting men off all day used to be the preserve of lap-dancers, strippers, massage girls and other assorted whores. But I don't see myself like that any more. This is a professional job and we perform an important role, helping the single men of the world get through life without being clouded by constant sexual frustration and tension. The Relief Girls relax them, get them off, give them a little companionship and a little sexual release every month. I think it makes a big difference to them just to know someone cares about how they're feeling sexually. We've even noticed a decline in single men since we started out - it's much easier for them to get a girlfriend when they're already being taken care of professionally.

I really love my work, and I think if I had to go back to conventional nursing, like I was doing at uni before I started doing this, I'd get really bored. Every man's different - even though the end result is always a sticky load of thick, messy semen, it's so interesting to see the different male responses, the different cocks, the different thicknesses and consistencies and types of cum. I love it!

Anyway, that's all from me - I'm off home, to rest, read, and give myself a little bit of 'relief.' My favourite toy is waiting for me in my bedside drawer! I hope you enjoyed reading this. Katie x

I'd really love to get your thoughts on these stories, ideas of where you'd like to take the series, or just for you to tell me you enjoyed it! My email address is missemilyjones@outlook.com and I love replying to every email I get. I really hope this story helped you in some way, whether it was to orgasm or just to a nice read.

Love and kisses,
Emily xxx