I’m just going to come right out with it – I have a strange job. A very strange job. It’s the kind of job where you hesitate when someone asks you what you do for a living. Then you start to stutter while trying to come out with the right words; then you backtrack and make out that you’re something you’re not, just to get out of a sticky situation.
I’m a shower attendant.
I know what you’re thinking, what the hell is a shower attendant and what do they do? I actually applied for the job that was advertised in the local paper. I had no idea what it involved. I’ll try and make it easier on your mind. Try this definition –
I’m a shower attendant at a sex club.
Now, that must have made things a lot easier for you. No!
Well, you’re either dumb or I’m not explaining myself clearly, so here goes!
I stand in showers, in a sex club, waiting for people to wash; no, not waiting for others to wash themselves, waiting for people that I can wash. The showers are a bit on the big side and I’m not alone; there are three or four of us men in the shower at the same time. It’s not what you think though. I’m not making this any clearer, am I?
That’s because it’s hard to explain. If you saw what I did it would be easier.
Right – here goes, one last time.
I work in a sex club that has larger than life shower cubicles, a bit like a sports facility where people have communal showers. There are perhaps four shower heads along three of the walls, and we, us men that is, stand in the corner of the shower, on hand to offer support and a helping hand to the women that come in.
The women normally come for their shower after they have been entertained in the sex club. All sorts of things happen inside, but it’s my job to ensure that the women who enter the shower afterwards are looked after - if they want to be.
There are rules of course. What fine establishment would it be, without rules? Us men, cannot approach the women, or make the first move; that is the first rule. But, if they approach us, and request us to wash them clean, or if they want to flirt with us then we are free to flirt back. The second rule is that if the women want to touch us, they can, but we cannot touch them back unless they say we can. It can be frustrating but rules are rules.
It’s a simple job, an entertaining job and a frustrating job all at once. I get to see so many beautiful women pass through the shower. Some come in and wash themselves, ignoring me and my mates. Some flirt with us, often coming up to us with a handful of shower gel and soaping us up as they also wash themselves. There is a rule (rule three) that says we are free to react to any manipulation, which is just as well under those circumstances. Some women come into the shower and request that we wash them. One even got all four of us to soap her down and wash her clean and she never touched us once. She climaxed though, just before she left the shower. Some just tease us and soap each other’s bodies leaving us to watch. That is rule four; we can watch and get turned on. That’s what makes it frustrating.
I can tell you that there is a male shower as well, and they are currently advertising for some female shower attendants. Fancy it? I don’t know what their rules are or what they have to wear. The mind boggles at the thought but I hope it’s a butt plug with a tail and waterproof tassels. I haven’t seen a lady shower assistant yet so I don’t know. When I do I’ll let you know.
The first time we opened, women would walk into the shower and gasp in surprise at seeing us there; then they would giggle and laugh at us. They would wash themselves in a hurry and leave as soon as they could, still giggling. I don’t think they knew why we were there. They soon got used to us though, and now, six months into this new job, I’m a valuable part of the scenery. They seem to like me.
There’s something else I’ve not told you.
We have to wear a certain adornment, if you can call it that. Okay, maybe not an adornment, a cock ring. A big cock ring that is much wider than normal. One that sits tightly under our balls and around our cocks; one each that is, not one between us. It pushes our balls upwards and outwards and our cocks look like they are perched on top of them. Think of those African women that wear rings around their necks to extend them – it’s a bit like that, only rubber. Rule five states that we must wear them at all times and rule six states that we must be shaved as well. I’ve never come across so many rules.
Anyway, I think you have all the information you need now. That is what I do for a living.
You’re laughing? Thanks!
But there are upsides to my job. Some of the horniest women on this planet walk through my shower. Trust me when I say that. I have seen slender women with small breasts and legs as long as their bodies ask me to wash them between their thighs. I take my time with them obviously. Rule seven is that if you are asked to wash someone, be pedantic and do a good job. It wouldn’t do for one of these women to talk to the management about sloppy work.
I have been approached by some short, plump women too; one I particularly remember didn’t quite come up to my nipples. She must have been under four foot and I had to kneel down to wash her large and pendulous breasts; they needed washing too as they were covered. She seemed to love the attention I paid her. I know I loved it. It was a shame that her husband came looking for her, because I think she was getting turned on at the thought of my growing appendage and how it stuck out from my body at such a sharp angle. Not that I’m deformed, it was because of the adornment.
The best for me though are the curvaceous or burlesque looking women. Their bodies have a profound effect on me, and believe me when I tell you that my cock looks comical when it’s bound in a ring and eight inches long. It points away from my body like it’s surfing on the tidal wave called balls that support it from underneath. It’s comical.
The thing about curvaceous women are – well, their curves. I like the flesh that covers their hips. Their thighs are often silky and their breasts are often large and their bottoms are just – gorgeous; all positives in my world. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but most burlesque women are also extremely pretty. Very attractive, and with eyes that sparkle like cut diamonds and accompanied by a supporting act of a come-on smile.
Their minds are also filthy. But, I guess everyone who comes in this establishment has a filthy mind – right!
There is a purpose to our presence. It is to serve those that have paid a lot of money to get into the club, and as such, we too get paid quite handsomely. Let’s face it, apart from the constant wrinkles around my fingertips, it's easy money, and there are perks.
I know – you were waiting for me to get to the perks, right!
I remember one woman like it was yesterday. I heard her before I saw her. Her voice was loud and invasive, until she turned the corner of the shower with her friend, at which point she just shut up and looked at us in awe. I would describe her as wonderfully curvy and she had an instant effect on me. I just stood in the corner and watched her friend walk up to a shower and put it on. She asked one of my associates to help her, which he did; pouring shower gel over her body, wiping it in and lathering her with prolonged swipes of his hand.