The shrill alert of Jacquelyn's alarm sliced through the still morning air at exactly 7:30am. She stirred from her sleep, eyelids heavy and body wrapped between two warm, male bodies. In front of her, the young freshman, Travis, had his face buried in the ample valley of her breasts. His breath was hot and rhythmic against her skin, his lips slightly parted in his slumber. Behind her, a sophomore, Ethan, was pressed against her back, his semi-erect cock nestled snugly between the cheeks of her ass, his strong arm draped casually over her waist. She twisted her body, shaking them from their contented sleep. "Wake up," she said, her voice husky from sleep, yet still steeped in authority. "It's time to get to work."
As an experienced fourth-year student, and the Vice President of the Sexual Relief Committee, Jacquelyn's duties had her knee-deep in the university's sexual ecosystem. Her mornings were consumed with the task of sorting through the pile of requests that had accumulated overnight. Each one was a plea for a committee member's skilled hands, mouth, or pussy to provide relief for carnal needs. These requests ranged from classrooms requesting committee members as exam proctors who would service male students who might otherwise interrupt female test takers, to club and sports teams requesting additional relief for their members, to individuals having a hard time satisfying a particular kink with regular free use girls. Jacquelyn was one of the central points of contact for the faculty and student organizations, ensuring a steady supply of ready and willing girls to meet the growing demand for sexual relief in classes and club events.
Each morning, Jacquelyn and her two assistants meticulously reviewed each request, determining the validity of the request, then matching it with committee members whose sexual abilities and experience best suited the task - a delicate balance of availability, skill, and kink compatibility. Occasionally, high-priority requests would require her personal attention, allowing her to strut her sexual expertise.
Her two assistants, Travis and Ethan, were a godsend. These guys were always ready to lend a helping hand to assist with the administrative side of her duties. They had been a part of a program she had pioneered during her second year when she had begun to notice the rapidly growing demand on higher ranking members of the committee. Overwhelmed with boring logistical and administrative tasks, the girls had little time to spare for their sexual duties. As it turned out, girls being able to provide sexual relief was just as important for them as it was for guys being able to have sex at any time. To that end, Jacquelyn proposed a system where guys would be recruited by the committee as admins, devoting their time to helping handle logistics, and in exchange, be granted the privilege of living with and having unrestricted sex with some of the most experienced committee members.
Jacquelyn slid out of the warm bed, leaving the two guys sprawled in a tangle of limbs and sheets. Her naked body moved with feline grace, breasts swaying gently with each step as she padded over to the bathroom. The cool tiles tingled against her bare feet, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the bodies she'd left behind. Stepping into the glass-enclosed shower, she turned the knob, allowing the hot water to cascade down her body, tracing paths over her full breasts and down her flat stomach.
Through the open door of the bathroom, she could see that Travis and Ethan were slowly getting out of bed as well, pulling up their tablets and beginning to review requests. Ethan, having done this for a year already, was guiding Travis, still in his first month, on some of the more basic requests and how to process them. Still, the two often came across requests needing Jacquelyn's attention. Wrapped in the cocoon of steam and the rhythmic patter of water, she was brought to the day's business by Travis's voice. "Jacquelyn, we've got a request from Professor Harris. His calc class had some no-shows, followed by students coming off the waitlist. As luck would have it, all the no-shows were girls, and the new students were guys, leaving the Monday 11am breakout session quite lopsided. He's requesting three committee girls to sit in on that session until they can re-balance the numbers."
Jacquelyn thought for a moment. "Three seems like a lot. It sounds like they still have girls in the session, so the boys will still have pussies to make use of. Check if it's really as lopsided as he claims, then you can make the call on who and how many to send."
"Got it. I'll verify the class numbers, then see who's available on the schedule." Travis said, as Jacquelyn turned off the shower, and stepped out, patting herself dry. She smiled. Travis was becoming more and more reliable each day. She stepped over to the sink, reaching for her toothbrush.
Ethan's voice came ringing in next, "There's a request from Gourmet Delights in the commercial district. They have an especially large birthday booking today, almost all guys, and they're asking for four committee members to be on standby to service them." Jacquelyn frowned at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Although the commercial district was technically part of the school and subject to free use regulations, she didn't like the idea of sending unpaid volunteers from the committee to help a for-profit business.
"Rejected," she called out, her voice muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth. Spitting out the toothpaste and wiping her mouth, she moved onto doing her makeup. As she began to apply foundation and a subtle hint of blush, she found herself increasingly annoyed. "Oh, and Ethan?" She called out, voice echoing off the bathroom tile. "Please draft a sternly worded reply to them. Remind them it's their job to hire enough staff to provide sexual services to patrons. The Sexual Relief Committee is not their free entertainment."
"Sure thing," Ethan replied. "Er, while I've got you, one last request. It's, um, from a third year named Mason. He's, uh, asking for a girl into, uh, scat play. Says it's always been a fantasy of his, and of course, no normal girls have been willing."
Jacquelyn considered it as she applied her lipstick. It was certainly a fringe kink, one that even committee members usually avoided. Still, there were a couple members who were prepared for it. "Check with... Bella, I think it was." She said, securing her standard ponytail with a hair tie. "If I recall correctly, that's on her ok-list. If it is, schedule something for the two."
The smell of freshly brewed coffee and cooking oats wafted from the kitchen as Jacquelyn stepped out of the bathroom, her body still glistening with droplets of water. Ethan was hunched over his tablet, his fingers flying over the screen as he completed her requests. Across the room, Travis was at the stove, stirring a pot with one hand as he scrolled through a tablet with the other.
