Collection Assistant
As soon as Rachel climbs the last stair out of the subway, she unties her top and takes it off.
That's what she usually does, these days. Although it's been legal for women to be topless in New York for decades, it's still quite rare to see toplessness on the streets, unless one counts the
desnudas
in Times Square, offering photos of themselves for cash from tourists. Here in the Upper East Side, Rachel's toplessness attracts quite a few stares.
But she likes it. Especially on days like today, hot and humid even at 9 a.m., it's a lot more comfortable to not have anything covering her skin. And she likes the attention. She tried it once down in the subway and in the crowded car a couple of guys got handsy, but here on the street, guys know to look but not touch.
She puts her top in the large shoulder bag she uses for a purse, looks at herself in the reflective window of a bank, and nods. She likes her figure, tall at 5'9" and slim. She likes the way her long legs look when she's wearing a miniskirt, and how her long black hair looks tied in a loose ponytail.
And she likes her tits. Growing up, and even in college, she never used that word. But her friend Ynez changed her mind. "Boobs? After you've had three kids and they hang down to your belly button, then they're boobs. And breasts come from a chicken. Men don't want to look at boobs or breasts, they want to look at tits. That's what you've got." Rachel likes that men like looking at her tits. They're round little hemispheres on her chest, small enough that she can go braless when she wants but big enough to cast a shadow, with small pink nipples that go with her pale skin.
She heads west a couple of blocks, enjoying the feel of men's eyes on her and ignoring the disapproving glares of the Karens. She gets to a coffee place, and ties her halter top back on before going inside for an iced coffee. It just covers her front, being backless and sleeveless, but it will keep her from being kicked out of the shop. She's got time, so she sits inside to enjoy the air conditioning while drinking it. When she's done, she leaves again. She doesn't bother to take off her top this time since the clinic where she works is just around the corner.
She uses the staff entrance; the women's locker room is just inside. There are several other women there, changing. There's a doctor, a couple of nurses and several medical assistants, changing into scrubs. And Olivia is there, a collection assistant like Rachel, changing into her work outfit. "Hi, Olivia. Good weekend?"
Olivia says, "Hey. Pretty good. Sorry, gotta run, I'm gonna be late." Olivia buttons up her lab coat, slips on her shoes, and walks out.
Rachel opens her locker, puts her bag inside, and begins to change. All her clothes, including underwear, go in the locker. She takes a thong and white stockings out and puts them on. She checks in the mirror to make sure her pussy lips can be seen clearly through the sheer white fabric of the thong, and that no hairs had escaped her Brazilian wax. Satisfied, she puts on a white lab coat, buttoning it only at the waist. She then affixes her employee badge, and slips on some low white pumps. She digs out her phone and tablet from her bag and plugs them in on a table next to everyone else's (they're not allowed inside the clinic).
She leaves the locker room. Hanging on the wall outside is a series of folders, one for each collection assistant. She finds the one with her name and looks through it. She has three collections this morning, so there are three envelopes - tomorrow she'll have more, but on Mondays she only works mornings. On the outside of the envelope is written the details of the collection, and on the inside there is some paperwork and a printed label.
She takes the first envelope and a pen with her and goes to the waiting room, where she reads the client number. "D1015?"
A tall, thin man with olive skin and dark, curly hair stands up and raises his hand. "Come with me, please." Rachel says. She leads him down the hall to Collection Room Two.
The room is small. Going in, the right side of the room looks like a medical exam room: a small sink, a rolling stool, and a counter with drawers underneath. On the left, there's a television. Facing it, there's a narrow faux-leather sofa with towels placed over the seats, and an end table with the remote control.
"Thank you, sir. Please sit here," indicating one side of the sofa. "I'll need to check your ID." She pulls the stool over and sits on it with her legs slightly open, enough to spread the lab coat and give him a view of the tops of her stockings.
He pulls out his wallet and hands her a drivers' license before sitting down. She checks to see that the photo matches his face, and checks the name against the envelope she's been given. Everything checks out and she hands his wallet back to him. "Thank you, Mr. Capra. You can call me Jill." She shows him her badge, which reads "Jill B., Collection Assistant." Collection assistants don't use their real names.
Pulling out his wallet, he says, "Actually, It's Dr. Capra. I just got my Ph.D." He's not entirely successful at hiding his smirk.
Rachel's not impressed. She's in a graduate program herself and knows a lot of people with doctorates; most of them know not to call themselves "doctor" outside academia. "Of course, Dr. Capra. I'm sure some mother will be very happy to know that her donor was someone with your accomplishments."
After confirming his identification, she gets out paperwork and the label from the assignment envelope and has Dr. Capra fill it out and sign all of it before taking it back from him.
"All right, Dr. Capra. Are you ready to begin the collection procedure?" He nods and says yes. "Okay, please take off your clothes and set them on the end table, and I'll take off my coat."
Rachel rises from the stool,, takes off her lab coat and hangs it on a hook by the door. Naked except for her shoes, sheer stockings and thong, she gets a specimen cup and a tube of sperm-friendly Pre-Seed lubricant from a drawer. She affixes the signed label to the cup, removes the lid, and and turns back to him. He's standing before her, also naked. She sees that only the tip of his cock is visible through his thick, dark pubic hair.
"Please sit here," she says, indicating the right side of the sofa He does. "Okay. I'll be sitting next to you while we do this, touching you with my hand and ready to catch your donation in the cup. I'm here to stimulate you, so you should feel free to look at me, or to touch any part of me you can reach, as long as you don't reach under my clothes or cause pain. Before I sit down, would you like to feel my ass?"
"Um, sure."
Rachel picks up his hand and, half turning away from him, places it on her ass-cheek. He begins rubbing it and she turns fully away, and bends down over the stool, saying "Feel free to use both hands." He puts his other hand on her other cheek and rubs up and down. After a few moments, Rachel says, "Okay, I hope this is arousing you. I'll sit down now." He moves his hands away, and she moves to sit to his left, holding the lubricant and specimen cup. "Okay. If you like, you can also use the remote control to watch our programming on TV. We have a lot of videos available, and feel free to choose whatever turns you on -- don't worry about me, I've seen it all. The more excited you are, the better the donation will be."
Dr. Capra nods. Rachel squeezes out some lube on her right hand, and thens picks up the specimen cup in her left hand. She begins touching his cock with her right hand, using her fingertips to first brush the tip with her fingertips and then feel the length of his shaft. It's quite short in its soft state, but Rachel can feel the blood start to flow to it.
Dr. Capra reaches around her with his left hand and cups her left tit. With the other hand, he takes the TV remote from the end table and begins paging through the menu of available porn. He settles on a video of an Asian woman lying on a bed, being fucked by a man who is off-camera except for his cock. Dr. Capra puts the remote down. At first he reaches for Rachel's pussy and rubs the thong covering it, but this is awkward and he moves his hand up to hold her right tit as well as her left.
As the woman on the screen begins to moan, Dr. Capra starts to tease Rachel's nipples with his fingers, and she can feel his cock become hard. It's longer now, still smaller than average but she's able to circle her finger and thumb around it and make longer strokes.
This goes on for a bit, and Rachel can't help but find Dr. Capra's nipple touches a little arousing. But as the woman on the screen gasps and begins to squeal in orgasm, Rachel feels Dr. Capra tense his body and lower his hands. She has time to make sure the cup is placed at the ideal angle to catch it all before he ejaculates with a grunt. She milks his cock for the last drops of semen and then gets up. "Just a minute," she says, then washes her hands and puts the lid back on the specimen cup. Dr. Capra sits lethargically and watches her as she slips the cup into the jacket of her lab coat before putting the coat on.
"Thank you. I know there's a woman who'll be very grateful to have had your help in having her baby. I'll make sure your donation gets to the right place. Feel free to rest here for a few minutes." She gets out the completion slip from the envelope and initials it, "JB". She hands it to him and says, "If you check in with the front desk when you leave, they'll take care of you. Turn right and go straight down the hall."
Dr. Capra nods and Rachel exits the room, closing the door behind her. She goes to the andrology counter and places the cup and envelope on a tray. She rings the desk bell to make sure Carol, the medical assistant, sees her.
Carol comes over to the desk. "Hi Jill. First squirt of the day?"
"Yeah, a pool donor. Dick so small I could hardly rub it at first. Where do they get these guys?"
Carol looks at the cup. "Well, the volume's good. Unless you think there's a problem I'll get it to the tech."
"Nah, go ahead." Carol leaves with the donation and Rachel heads back to the locker room. First, the thong she's wearing has served its purpose, keeping Dr. Capra from reaching inside her pussy. She won't need it for the next appointments, so she pulls it off from under her lab coat and puts it in the soiled laundry bin. She's got a few minutes before the next collection, so she finds her tablet and uses the time to study.
