My name is Estelle. I am a divorcee of a few years, and I just celebrated my fifty-second birthday. I am not a beauty queen, and never was, though I do try to be well groomed and keep my weight under control. Most of the time I am employed as a paralegal, and this is what I usually tell people who ask my occupation. Only if pressed do I usually reveal that I have a second job, at which I work usually on Saturdays and occasionally evenings.
My second job is in a medical office, where I am known as the "Visual Stimulation Aide". This little story is just about that job and how I happened to get it.
I will confess an interest in certain sexual matters, not that I find this unusual for a female of any age - we are no longer in Victorian times. Also, I do not think my interest should really be called a fetish - I simply admit that I like to look at naked men. In particular, I like to see male sexual organs, which doesn't mean that I want them to enter me. I have a partner to whom I intend to remain faithful, and the main event is always reserved for the two of us; which does not, however, prevent me from enjoying the view of the occasional side dishes.
My main job has long been in a large office building, in which many firms are housed. In such cases, it is not unusual to form friendships with others who work in the same area and use the same common areas and lunch facilities. In fact, I was frequently joining several other women for lunch, where we shared a bit of our life experiences.
It was at such a gathering that something was said about women who liked to see unclothed men, and I was not particularly slow to indicate that I could share that interest. At once, a friend gestured toward a woman at an adjoining table, saying, "You ought to talk to Colleen over there. If you like to look at men, well, she has the ideal job. She spends her days looking at males, a lot of them while they are undressed. Ask her about it!"
"What is she?" I asked. "A nurse, or a masseuse, or is she an attendant in the men's room?"
The others laughed a bit, then I got my answer. "Not really. She works in a Health Clinic that deals with male problems, mostly impotence, but she's not really a nurse. She's - well, why don't you just ask her about it. She's not shy - she'll tell you. And you might be surprised."
At that moment I decided I would get acquainted with Colleen.
A few days later. I joined her at a coffee break, and introduced myself. Colleen, I could see, was about thirty, nice looking, a little shorter and lighter than I was. She was wearing a white lab coat over what appeared to be a light dress. As she had come into the room I had watched her, and I guessed from the movements of her upper body that she was braless. The white coat made one think of a medical professional, but the thin dress and the apparent lack of underwear didn't fit with the usual image.
We began to talk, and after some introductions and exchanging a few pleasantries, I commented, "I hear you spend a lot of your day looking at undressed men. How lucky can you get?"
She smiled. "Yes, I work at the Mens Health Clinic on the ninth floor. The kinds of problems we see with our patients tends to focus on what most would call 'private parts', so in the course of doing examinations and diagnostic procedures, a lot of them have to disrobe. Sometimes the choice of scenery is pretty bleak, but sometimes it is quite interesting."
"Are you a nurse or a technician? I hadn't heard just what you do."
"Well", she began, with a bit of hesitation that was obviously not coming from embarrassment, "I am not exactly either. My role is not exactly technical, but it is quite special. They use me in the diagnosis of certain problems. I am not a nurse - I don't touch the patients, or administer any medication. I just, well, sort of, be there - at the times they need me. On any particular day they may call me in to help diagnose a dozen or sometimes two dozen patients. When I am not needed for that function, I stay in the office and help with the records or answer the telephone."
"You've aroused my curiosity", I asked her. "How can you help with the diagnosis if you're not a nurse or technician? Do you run some kind of test?"
"That's about it. I do run a test - of sorts. You might even say I am part of the test. Well, time's about up. Can we continue this tomorrow?"
At that point we went back to our respective offices, but my interested was piqued. I wondered what she could do that involved seeing naked men, not touching them, but running some kind of test. At our next meeting I asked her for more detail.
"Oh, I don't mind telling you, Estelle. But, you know, a lot of women might look down on what I do, if they didn't understand it. So don't ruin my reputation by starting any rumors, OK?"
I agreed. She went on.
"The Mens Health Clinic treats almost exclusively men. Once in a while a doctor has a female patient for some reason, usually a family member of one of the staff, but nearly all the patients are male. We have several doctors, a few nurses, and a couple of what you might call technicians or receptionists. And me. The specialty of the clinic is men with impotence problems; you know, 'ED' or erectile dysfunction? They also treat other types of related problems, but ED patients are about 80 percent of our business."
"That means, I suppose, that you are mostly dealing with older men?"
"Not as many as you might think. We have men as young as thirty five with ED. A lot of men in their forties and fifties come in, and, yes, we do see a number of men who are older. Most of the men are not completely impotent - they often can get an erection, but can't hold it very long. Some can't get one at all. Others can get it sometimes, but not when they want it, or with the partner they usually have. There are various treatments - it's not always a pill. The problem is not always easy to diagnose. A man can't just tell his penis to get stiff - erections come in response to stimulation. The doctor has to figure out if the patient's ED is from a physical problem, or because he's just not getting the right stimulation. Then, when he gives some kind of drug or therapy, he has to determine if it's working, and, again, the patient has to have the right stimulation to produce a response."
"Then you provide the stimulation?" I asked her.
"Exactly. But I never touch the patient. I don't act like a prostitute or sexual surrogate. You see, doctors have different approaches to providing the right stimulus. Some want the patient to stimulate himself - others provide erotic reading, like books with pictures of naked women for the patient to look at. Our doctors don't think pictures work as well as the real thing - so they use me!"
"And the patients look at you?"
"Right on. When they want to test a patient's response, and he doesn't respond on his own, they call me in. What I do is walk into the room where the patient is, wearing my lab coat, and stand on the opposite side of the room from the patient, but where he gets a good look at me, and I get a good look at him. Usually at that time he's naked, and he doesn't have an erection. What I do is to kick off my shoes, and hang up my lab coat, and just stand there in front of him. You see, I don't wear anything under the lab coat when I'm working, so when I take it off, I'm naked, just like he is. I take off my shoes because the doctors say some men are aroused by women's feet, so we cover all bases. I don't dance, or do anything particularly suggestive. Oh, if I'm not getting any response from him I might once in a while scratch a breast or spread my legs a bit; but I'm not a performer. I am allowed to talk to the patients, and while I won't do dances or wild poses, if there is something simple they want me to do, like pulling on a breast or moving my legs to give him a special viewing angle, sure, I'll do that. I'm there just to see if seeing a naked woman close up stimulates him to an erection. Some doctors think that if that won't, probably nothing will. Anyway that's my job. I come in each morning, go into one of the exam rooms and strip off everything but my shoes, and put on the lab coat. That's all I wear all day, unless I leave the office, in which case I have a dress I can quickly slip into. Sound like good work?"
"Interesting work, at least. Do you find your stimulation is effective? How long do you spend with a patient?"
"Depends on what the doctor wants. If he's trying to find out if the guy can get an erection at all, I may stand there up to half an hour. If he's trying to find out if he can hold an erection, I might stand in front of him as long as an hour!"
"I like what you do. Never heard of it before. Let me know if you need some help some time!"
"Do you really mean that? There is a rule that I must never be alone with a patient, and while normally we have a doctor or nurse or someone else there, sometimes when we're short handed we need to bring someone in as a kind of chaperone. That sometimes happens when we have hours in the evening or on a Saturday. If you wanted to do it, I might be able to call on you the next time we need someone."
I pondered her comment for just a moment. "OK - if you need someone outside my own working hours, let me know."
She surely had one of the most unusual jobs I had encountered. I wondered if, indeed, she would ever call on me to "chaperone" her services.
Surprisingly, she did, and I had not long to wait. Two weeks after our conversation she called me on a Thursday.
"Estelle", she began, "still want to do chaperone services for our clinic?" I answered, "Of course, if you need me!"
"Well, we can use you on Saturday. I am scheduled to work this Saturday, and Saturdays are usually busy days. There are a lot of patients scheduled, and they are short of nurses, so we need a chaperone. If you can do it, you get paid the going rate for the day, and you need to be in the clinic at eight Saturday morning!"
I had a date. It promised to be interesting.
