*The story of a young woman whose needs make her work at a government run brothel and her handler.
*Literotica rules apply
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Marshall looked at the clock on his media centre, it was time to go to work. A new girl was coming to the relief centre today and he had to show her around and discuss her preferences which meant he had to get there earlier than usual.
The relief centre was a fancier name for the government operated cheap brothel where men and women could get a quick fuck without having to rely on illegal prostitution and shady practices. The centres were set up after a bold experiment showed it reduced the number of crimes involving sex to almost nothing, although it took its time before it became widely accepted.
His job was being a handler to four of the women working there. He would assist them, keep an eye on them through a special camera for their safety, provide food and drinks when they wanted some, help freshen them up after each customer including their private parts, and tie and untie them every time since the section he worked at was specialised in light bondage like soft handcuffs, wrists and ankles bound by leashes, shawls, things like that.
He himself wasn't particularly into that kind of thing, but sometimes he discussed an idea with the women and then used it if they liked it. He had also never been interested in using the option of getting service from any of the women, offered to the handlers to relieve any pent up desires while working with naked women all day. It wasn't that he didn't like sex, but the few times he'd been with a woman had been for just a little fun while on vacation. He also didn't have to complain about the attention because he was in good shape and women flirted with him to get him into their bed at least once. He just didn't have that much desire to get laid.
He put away the book he was reading and got dressed in his standard black suit. A suit was the official dress code to show the customers he was a handler, but there was no insignia or anything to indicate he worked at a relief centre. Handlers just looked to the public as people working as managers working at an office or maybe a nightclub or restaurant. He preferred it since that would avoid any strange and curious looks or questions which was still a thing despite the common occurrence of centres like this.
A quick hand through his black hair was enough to make it look decent enough and he left, mildly curious to meet the new girl.
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Marshall arrived at the plain looking building downtown. To avoid any direct embarrassment to their customers there were no signs or lights indicating its purpose. Only a simple sign with the address hung next to the revolving door with opaque glass at the front, and a similar entrance was at the back out of the public view. It was a public secret what went on it there.
He didn't care much for it and always used the most convenient entrance to him. He had to sign in at the front desk anyway.
'Good evening Carry.' he said, taking the clipboard from the desk and filling in his name.
The young woman in blue skirt suit gave him a charming smile. 'Good evening Marshall. Your new girl has already arrived and is waiting in the staff lounge.'
He gave her the clipboard with a little surprise. 'Oh? And I thought I got here in plenty of time to receive her.'
'She said her shopping was done more quickly than she had expected.'
'I see.' he said and took his security badge from the rack on the wall behind the desk. 'I'll go right away then. See you later.'
'Later.' she said as he left for the employee lounge.
The lounge was a comfortable large room in light pastel colours with two screens to watch the media, several big chairs and couches, an open kitchen and an entrance to dressing rooms, showers and baths in the back. Marshall greeted the women and men who were just finishing their shifts. One of his fellow handlers gestured at the woman in her early twenties sitting in a chair at the side, leafing through the information booklet she was given at the front desk.
Taking a cup of coffee with him he went over to her. Despite having no expectations he had to admit she looked cute. Full blonde hair down to her neck, a big pony reaching her eyes, pleasant blue eyes, full lips, a cute slightly round nose, her colourful shirt and light blue short skirt not hiding her slightly plump figure and legs, not to mention a nicely round pair of what he estimated to be D cup breasts.
'Good evening.' he said, standing before her. 'I'm Marshall.'
She looked up with her friendly eyes and held out her hand. 'I heard you'd be my handler. I'm Désirée.' she said looking at the handsome man with honest brown eyes, thinking she got lucky to have him assigned to her.
He shook her hand which was warm and gentle. He already sensed she'd be pleasant to work with. 'Welcome here.' he said and sat down in the chair opposite of her. 'I see you've been given the guidebook.'
She nodded. 'Most of it I've learned at the training I got.'
He nodded. Everyone who'd start working at relief centres would be given a training first to see if they were ready for this sort of work. 'Good. If you have any questions please ask.'
'I will.' she said, putting the guidebook into the bag next to her chair.
'Shall we begin with a quick tour of the place?'
'Okay, if you're ready.'
He smiled at her and stood up after a drink from his coffee. 'Let's go then.'
He showed her the layout of the building first from a map hanging in the kitchen, the waiting rooms for the customers, the rooms where they would be serviced, the emergency room and the dressing rooms and attached bathrooms.
They walked down the soft yellow painted front hallway where they saw a couple of customers were waiting in the rooms, a middle aged man who looked like he just left the office and a man in his thirties who looked like he needed to relieve some pent up sexual stress before going out tonight.
Going through the door separating the waiting rooms from the others they entered a dimly lit hallway where Kevin, one of Marshall's co-workers just came out of one of the rooms.
'Hey Kevin.' he said.
Kevin looked back and smiled. 'Hey Marshall. Who's this?'
'Désirée, meet Kevin.' Marshall said. 'She's new here.'
Kevin shook her hand. 'Well, I hope you'll enjoy working here.'
She smiled at Kevin, thinking he also looked good with his boyish long blonde hair and blue eyes. 'Thank you.'
He glanced at his pad. 'If you'll excuse me, I have to fetch the next customer.' he said. 'We'll talk more later.'
They watched him leave for the waiting rooms and resumed the tour by going up wide stairs at the back and visiting the section Marshall handled and where Désirée would work.
Marshall opened one of the doors and showed her the small room. The walls had a light touch of red and the floor and ceiling were white. There was no bed but there was a wooden bench with soft leather top at the end with several cushions. In one corner stood a large trunk and in the other was a low sink behind a screen where the customers could freshen up quickly.
