The Visual Stimulation Aide

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-"