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.

At eight on Saturday morning, I met Colleen at the
clinic.  Appointments didn’t start until a half hour
later, but there were already several men sitting in
the waiting room.  I went with Colleen as she prepared
herself in an examining room.  She quickly showed me
the geography of the area, then started to undress.
She stripped off her clothes and put on the white lab
coat.  She had obtained one for me, too, but told me I
could just wear it over my clothes. “Makes you look
more professional”, she noted.

When we were both ready, Colleen retired to a small
office behind the receptionist’s counter.  “Looks like
we’re going to be busy - over thirty patients
scheduled today!” she observed.

Colleen said it would likely be a while before she was
needed, so she began to work on updating records in
the office, while I watched.   Looking into the
waiting room, I saw a number of men, and one woman,
sitting there. From time to time a name was called and
a patient was directed to one of the examining rooms.

My heart was speeding up a little, as I contemplated
my first encounter with a patient. I had not long to
wait.  Shortly before ten, a nurse stuck her head into
the office and spoke to Colleen.   “Colleen - Room 10,
and take your chaperone!”

“Let’s go!”  Colleen responded, and the two of us
headed to Room 10.

Without warning, Colleen walked into the room, dressed
in her lab coat, with me in tow. What I immediately
saw was a man of perhaps forty-five or fifty, fairly
good looking, sitting on the edge of an examining
table.  He was stark naked, and he was sitting with
his legs spread so that his genitals were clearly
displayed.  A nurse stood by him.  She spoke to
Colleen.  “Colleen, this is Mr. Emery.  He has an
erectile problem, and we need to see whether he can
achieve an erection.  Mr. Emery, this is Colleen, whom
we call our Visual Stimulation Aide.  You may talk to
her, but she is not allowed to touch you.  She is here
to provide you visual stimulation which may enable you
to erect.  The lady with her is Estelle, who will be
present just to observe and see that all goes well.
Now I must leave you - Colleen will work with you for
up to half an hour.”  With that, the nurse left,
closing the door.  Colleen motioned for me to seat
myself in a chair, which happened to be only a foot or
so from the patient.

Colleen explained her function.  “Mr. Emery, I’ll just
want you to remain where you are, with your legs
apart, so we can see if you manage to erect.  It
appears that you are quite flaccid at the moment.
Now, I am going to stand over here, and I want you to
keep your eyes on me.  Don’t be embarrassed to look -
we just want to see if the stimulation of seeing a
female body will produce an erection for you!”

With that, she slipped her feet from her shoes, then
unfastened the lab coat and quickly slipped it off her
shoulders, dropping it on the end of the table.  She
then stood facing him, clasping her hands behind her
back, her legs slightly spread.  Her naked body was
fully exposed to his view.  She looked at the patient
with a smile on her face.

Mr. Emery stared at her body.  From where I was
sitting, I could see the response in his penis, as it
began to stiffen.  I watched it closely.  So did
Colleen.

“Mr. Emery, I see we have some results.  Now I am
going to continue to stand here, and I want you to
keep looking at me, so we see if you get a full
erection and if you can hold it!”

Mr. Emery himself was surprised.  “This hasn’t
happened in a long time” , he commented. “I don’t know
what took place!”

“I do”, Colleen answered.  “Keep your eyes on me!”

“My pleasure,” Mr. Emery answered. Obviously it was.

Colleen shifted her pose occasionally, but stood in
front of him for perhaps fifteen minutes, talking to
him in a friendly manner.   The nurse returned.  As
she opened the door, she looked directly at his erect
penis.  “I see we have results!”  she noted.  “We now
know it is possible for you to erect and to hold for a
time.  OK, Colleen, I think that’s enough for now!”

Colleen slipped on her shoes and lab coat, and we left
the room.  “Obviously you were effective!” I observed.
   “This time was easy.  It was probably just a case
that he couldn’t do it with his partner.  When it’s a
new woman, sometimes the effect is just stronger. Now
we just wait for the next call! By the way, you were
sitting close - did you get a good look?”

“Very good - and close up. He did get an erection,
and, to tell the truth, I think I did, too!”

In a few minutes, there was another call for Colleen.
This time the patient was younger, late thirties,
perhaps, and we were told his problem was inability to
sustain an erection.  We were introduced as before,
but this time the patient was standing up, his erect
penis protruding out in front of him. The physician
with him told Colleen to stay with him and try to get
him to hold his erection for at least twenty minutes.
He then left us.

Colleen sized up the situation, then explained herself
as before. She told the patient, “I want you to keep
standing there.  If you start to lose your erection, I
will  then offer visual stimulation to help you hold
it”.  She slipped off her shoes in preparation, but
kept on her lab coat, as she stood, her eyes focused
on his penis.

She kept talking to him in a friendly tone for several
minutes, until she saw his erect penis begin to drop.
Immediately, and without warning, she slipped off her
coat and told him, “Now keep your eyes on me!  Let’s
see if it helps!”

His erection perked up again.  She kept her eyes on
it.  He kept his eyes on her.  She kept talking to
him, watching for his erection to soften again.  She
noted his eyes fell mostly on her breasts.  In a few
minutes, his penis started to drop again. Immediately
she reached up with her hand, seized her left breast
and squeezed it firmly, then did the same with the
right.  His eyes followed the action intently, and she
noted his erection stiffened again.

Although there some softening, he was able to hold his
erection for almost twenty minutes.  The doctor
returned to check on him, and Colleen told him what
had happened. Then the two of us were excused.

I will admit I was feeling a bit aroused myself.  I
hadn’t before been so close to so many naked men
openly trying to achieve erections.  In short order we
went through five patients, only one of which could
not achieve an erection at all.

“Looks to me like you’re pretty effective”, I said to
Colleen after the fifth.  “Thanks”, she answered, “but
it’s not really me.  I don’t know whether they’ve had
some therapy or medication or not; I just help with
the test.  Also, often just the idea of seeing a
different
woman is enough to affect them.  The most
disappointing are the cases where they never get an
erection at all, like the one we had next to last.
Sometimes you can tell how fired up they are, but then
they just can’t make it work.  That’s when the doctors
have their work cut out!”

Two more calls came for Colleen, one which was a man
of about seventy who quickly achieved an erection, and
one much younger who never did.  Then we took a break
for lunch.

“I have to admit this is fascinating.  You must love
to do it, but do you ever imagine what the wives and
girl friends of these men think of you?” I inquired of
Colleen.

“I hope they appreciate me, because I’m helping their
men get in shape to give them a more satisfying love
life!  I’m like a medical technician - I’m not a
rival!  Anyway, think you’d like to do this kind of
thing?”

“I’d love to do it, well, I think I would.  But,
anyway, I don’t have the body for it. I’m twenty years
older than you are.  And as for showing myself to all
these men, I’d need to get used to that; and I’m sure
they would respond much better to you!”

“Don’t be too sure.  It isn’t always age and shape
that men find arousing.  You might do better than you
think!”

After lunch, we went back to work.

The first patient for which Colleen was called was a
man in his mid-fifties, and there was an immediate
response to Colleen’s visual stimulation.  She
recognized the results. “They had given him a pill -
probably too strong a dose.  When it gets that firm
that fast, and holds so well, you can almost guess
he’s been prepared.  But, that’s what I’m for - to
check whether it’s working.  His wife is going to
wonder what happened to him - I hope it’s a pleasant
surprise for her!”

We retired to the office, awaiting a call. This time
it took a while.  When it came, we both went to the
designated room. The naked patient, a fiftyish man
with graying hair, was seated on the table with a
completely flaccid penis. I stared at it, not yet
being completely used to this.  After the
introduction, Colleen and I were left alone with him.
She explained her role, and took her pose, standing
naked facing him, and asking him to keep his eyes on
her. He followed the instructions to the letter,
staring at every curve and crevice of her body.   She
tried several changes in pose, and even flipped her
breasts around a bit.  There was no visible response
in his genitals.

“I’m sorry, it’s just not working.  I know you are
trying, but-” he stammered a bit, trying to excuse his
physical failure.

“No need to apologize, Mr. Shaw”, Colleen answered
him.  “We’re here to try to help. I am just part of
the diagnostic process.”

The patient was still apologetic.   “I know, Colleen,
you’re trying to arouse me, but it isn’t working.
It’s nothing personal, but when I look at you, it’s as
though I was looking at someone’s daughter or student
- it just doesn’t seem right to me!”

Colleen continued to posture herself, trying to
stimulate him.  He was looking at her, but there was
no response.  She stayed with him the allotted half
hour, but when the doctor returned, she just shook her
head.

“Sorry, Doc,” the patient told him.  “This young lady
tried her best, and she’s not bad looking. It’s not
her fault, but I just can’t respond to her.  I keep
thinking of my daughters and young women I’ve taught
or worked with; and my body just can’t accept that I
should be responding to her.  I feel bad, because
she’s really tried-”

“He’s quite upset that I couldn’t stimulate him to an
erection”, Colleen told the doctor. “But, sometimes, I
know it doesn’t work for everyone!”

“A bit unusual”, the doctor observed, “but not unheard
of.  Mr. Shaw’s problem hasn’t been an inability to
get an erection, but rather that he can’t sustain one.
I am surprised that he showed no reaction to you!”

“Please, doc, it isn’t her fault.  I just can’t relate
to her as well as--”  his voice trailed off.

“As well as what?”  the doctor asked.

Suddenly I noticed Mr. Shaw was looking directly at
me, sitting in a chair not far away from him.   “I
mean no disrespect, because it’s not her job, but if
it had been someone like this lady here, it might
have, well, been different!”

“Excuse us a moment”, the doctor replied, and motioned
for Colleen and I to join him outside the room.

“This patient has been able to get erections, at least
for short periods.  It seems like he has a mental
block or guilt complex because he doesn’t think it’s
appropriate for him to be aroused by viewing the body
of a woman so much younger.  But, he might well
respond to the body of an older woman.  Estelle, I
know this is your first day with us and you are just
here as a chaperone, but would you consider -  would
you be willing to reverse roles with Colleen for this
one patient?”

He was looking directly at me for an answer.  Up to
this moment, I had no thought of doing anything like
this.  I glanced at Colleen.  “Estelle, you did say
you might like this. It’s not hard - would you try
with this patient?  I’ll stay with you!”

My mind was in turmoil.  I was being asked to put
myself on display, nude, in front of a man I had never
met up until a few minutes ago.   I wasn’t prepared
for this.  Two people were looking at me, wanting my
agreement.  I nodded, not sure how I got into this.

Colleen smiled.  “I knew you could.  Here, I will help
you get ready!”

The doctor was happy, too. He said, “I’ll tell Shaw
you will be back in a few minutes. I am sure he won’t
mind waiting for you!”

Colleen escorted me into an empty room. “Take off your
coat, and all your clothes. You can leave them here.
Might as well leave the shoes here, too.”

Shaking nervously, probably blushing crimson, I began
to disrobe.  When I got down to my bra and underpants,
I looked at Colleen for encouragement.  “I don’t know
if I can go through with this - I don’t look like you!
 Look - I’ve got a bulge in my belly, my hair isn’t
trimmed at all, and - well, if I take off my bra my
breasts  are going to drop several inches and flop all
around.  I’m not thirty, you know!”

“If you were thirty, then it wouldn’t work with this
patient.  Now let’s get those things off you, because
you’re just what he may need to see!”

I couldn’t bear to look at my own naked body.  I just
slipped on the lab coat and looked at Colleen.
“Ready?”  she asked.

“No, and I won’t be!”  I answered in a shaking voice.
Colleen almost pushed me out the door as I walked,
barefoot, clad only in a lab coat, back to the
examining room Mr. Shaw was in.

Colleen nudged me through the door.

“Mr. Shaw, we’re back!”  Colleen addressed the patient
cheerily.  “But this time, Estelle is going to provide
the visual stimulation for you. We will see if this
makes any difference in your response. Colleen
motioned me to the position in front of Mr. Shaw,
while she herself took a seat in the chair.

Nervous, shaking, and blushing, I tried to smile at
him.  All I could think to say was, “Mr. Shaw, I hope
this helps!”  I slipped off the coat quickly, and
dropped it on a table.

My eyes were so tearful I could hardly see.  My mind
could hardly grasp that I was standing naked in front
of a strange man.   I was so absorbed in my own
embarrassment that for the moment I wasn’t even
looking at  him.   I didn’t know how to stand.
Without a bra, my breasts were drooping considerably
and I knew it.  I was trying to hold myself absolutely
still, afraid my breasts would flop around noticeably
if I moved.  I looked quickly down at myself -  the
items I quickly noticed was that I had two nipples not
pointing straight out, but somewhat downward, and both
were rigidly erect.  Farther down, I could see the
bush of my pubic hair extending out from my body. I
was embarrassed more than I could imagine a few
minutes earlier.

I tried to think of something to say.  But Colleen
said it for me.  She gestured toward Mr. Shaw’s penis,
standing rigidly erect, his eyes focused clearly on my
two drooping breasts. ”I think”, Colleen began, “that
we can say Mr. Shaw is able to achieve an erection
under the right stimulation. Now we just need to see
whether he can hold it for a while!”

In a sense, it was torture for me to stand there,
seeing his eyes staring at my most personal parts.  I
could see his gaze shift from my breasts down to my
pubic area and back.  I could see his erection, hard
and firm, as his penis projected straight from his
body. Now, I had been fascinated looking at such male
parts, but now the tables were turned - I was
providing the female parts for him to stare at.  I
can’t say it wasn’t arousing - my own nipples were
stiffly erect, and I was quite aware of them, and
embarrassed by them.  What would he think, I wondered,
as if that mattered.

I was also aware of a wetness in my lower regions as
my own juices were starting to flow. I knew I was
erect down there, too, and wondered if he could see
it.  At first I was trying to stand very still, so as
to minimize the motion of my breasts; but as time went
on, I had to move a bit.

Hardly knowing what to say, I said little.  Colleen
mostly did it for me. She addressed him, observing
“You must like what you see in Estelle - your body is
responding quite nicely. Just keep looking at her -
look at any part of her you find interesting, and
don’t be shy about it!”

“She’s very nice - Estelle, thank you for doing this.
It does seem to be working”, Mr. Shaw answered,
continuing to stare directly at my privates.

Colleen’s continued comments saved me from having to
say much, but I felt I had to say something.

“Mr. Shaw, I’m glad to be able to help you”, I said,
struggling with the words.  “Please just keep looking
at me.  If there’s anything you want me to do, maybe,
so you can see better, or anything, just tell me!”  I
thought this was what I needed to say, but the words
came hard, and immediately I began to think of the
impact of my offer.

“Yes”, he quickly replied.  “I like your -  your
breasts; but could you let them swing a bit? I like to
see them move.  They are - beautifully graceful!”

Graceful!  That was a word I wasn’t expecting.  He
obviously meant it as a compliment, but I hadn’t
thought of my appendages as graceful - sloppy was more
my view.  I did twist and turn a bit, probably
blushing all over as I did, allowing my “graceful”
equipment to move a bit.

“Maybe”, Mr. Shaw added, quite politely, “you could,
if you would, bend over and let  them hang a bit?  I
would love to see them hanging!”

Colleen interjected, “Estelle, clasp your hands behind
your neck and just bend over forward.  It may be very
stimulating to him!”

Stimulating?  Well, that was what I was there for,
embarrassing as it was.  I did what was asked, bending
from the waist and allowing my breasts to drop down.
I could feel them swinging loosely below me, with the
nipples still standing out rigidly.  I held the pose a
minute or two.

In a way it was amazing, and good for my ego.  Colleen
had stood naked in front of this man for twenty
minutes and got no physical response at all; and here
I was, with considerably more flab and sags than she
had, and his erection was immediate and lasting.

I bent over again, this time looking down at myself. I
could see drops of moisture glistening on my pubic
hair.  I reflected immediately that it was too bushy
and I should have trimmed it if I thought anyone was
going to see it.

Finally, the doctor returned.  He stood for about five
minutes looking both at Mr. Shaw, with his rigid
penis, and at me, in my complete nudity.

“Looks like we got results!”  he observed.  “Estelle,
it looks as if you were, as we say, just what the
doctor ordered!  I’m glad you were willing to do this.
I  know Mr. Shaw appreciates it, too!”

“Indeed I do.  Thank you again, Estelle!”  Mr. Shaw
added.

I recovered my lab coat and slipped out with Colleen
beside me.

“How did you feel?” Colleen asked.

“Terrible - I was so embarrassed!  Did it show?”

“It showed - and it helped.  He got quite an arousal.
And, from what I saw, he wasn’t the only one getting
an erection.  Before you put your underwear on, you
might want to dry your bottom - your arousal was
showing there, too!”

I was almost too embarrassed to answer her.

“Could you get used to it?” Colleen asked.  “You do
get to see a lot of naked men when you do this!”

“That part I liked -  but, him looking at me.  Yes, I
know the stimulation was evident on me, too.  I
couldn’t control it!”

“That’s normal”, Colleen went on, “but you can get
used to it!”

I dressed and returned to the office.

There was another call for Colleen, but this time they
didn’t need a chaperone because a nurse was with the
patient, so I waited in the office.

While I was there, the doctor who had watched me with
his patient came in.

“Estelle, I am Dr. Morrison.  You know I watched the
effect you had on Mr. Shaw. Again, I want to thank you
for helping.  Also, I want to ask you if we could call
on you again?”

I didn’t understand what he meant, and asked him to
explain.

“What you saw with Mr. Shaw happens with other
patients.  Not all of them respond to the same
stimulus.  We use the visual stimulation aides here
because it is much more effective than showing them
dirty pictures or having them look at erotic books.
Still, one size doesn’t fit all, and you saw that.  If
you are interested, we could use you as a Visual
Stimulation Aide to fill in part-time, on Saturdays,
for example.  You could be very effective with certain
patients, and not just older ones.  What do you say?”

That’s how I got the job.  So I am a paralegal during
the week, and dress neatly in business suits; and on
weekends and sometimes in evenings, I am a Visual
Stimulation Aide and dress in nothing at all.  But,
then, I do see a lot of men who are dressed the same
way.

END