[Contains: public use, anal, threesome, mild lesbian sex]
20XX:
It had been controversial at first, everyone said so whether or not they acted like it. Years later, it was simply weirder not to see a relief center in a city, booths here and there, women with the signature glossy pink button clipped to their clothing, or men... And the results were hard to argue with; charity and paid operations were bolstered with federal money bundled along with oversight since the statistics had long since justified taxpayer support. The simple reality was that humanity was coming into an era without rape. The universe seemed to outright refuse to allow scandal connected to the operations to emerge.
A woman with a dark tan and obvious, complex tan lines stood at the back entrance of one such relief center, regretting that she'd chosen to come out in daisy dukes and a crop top. Everyone she'd seen coming out of the building was dressed more conservatively, and giggled when they passed her as if she was the one out of place.
Maya didn't know what to expect, having never been inside one of these places. The information was out there, of course, but the existence of a relief center just didn't matter until the subject came up in its own way. Her online research had gone only to the extent of finding one to take a look.
One of her ex boyfriends had loved going to the booths, sometimes even during a date, with the excuse that he was going to the restroom. Hence, ex.
She thumped her chest to drum up some courage and take a step into the alley where the shame of turning back could keep her momentum going forward. It was nestled in an out of the way corner for privacy, as far away from the male entrance as could be managed in the space within the city block, but Maya caught herself snapping glances up at the tops of fences. It felt odd; what could a peeking tom see that they couldn't get just by going inside normally?
Nothing shameful about it, they said, but did that stop the pounding in her chest? Of fucking course not!
It was worse; Maya pulled open the indistinct frosted-glass door and the first thing she saw across a waiting room half full with other women was a man... She stepped up to the counter.
"Good morning, ma'am," he said in a dull monotone. There was no way she should have felt so sensitive in front of some square-headed poindexter type like this, essentially a eunuch. He even had a fucking pocket protector for fuck's sake! "Well, we should be able to get you in on the next shift if we're quick about the paperwork. Or are you just looking around?"
She had been, snapped back to focus. "What the hell do you mean, paperwork? I thought your people just, like, chain me up to a urinal or something."
No chuckle, not enough of a personality shoved into a square head for that. He started pulling out forms. "Ma'am, while I understand the preconception, the vast majority of public-facing facilities no longer provide that form of service. Those which do tend to be by appointment only for privacy and safety reasons. There are pamphlets in the sitting area if you wish to familiarize yourself with the process, and we could dispense with the paperwork for today if you would prefer to simply sit in the viewing area during this visit." There was the slightest twitch of a smile in potentia that the man pounded back into a dull expression, like his impassiveness was his way of fucking with her.
"No... no, fuck that, I'm going to do this." If she turned back, that would be that and she'd never get so far again. It was hard to know what impulse drove her to come in the first place, but she wasn't going to puss out at the first hurdle.
"I see. Then I'll have you fill out these forms, mainly liability releases and medical boilerplate, informed consent. We'll call for you once it's time to fill out the room."
She sat, struggled with a clipboard to put her information down, turned it in at the front, and sat back down. There, she closed her eyes and focused on not running back out onto the street or interacting with anyone else.
Beside her, there was a young woman in a floaty dress. Bright, golden hair, fair skin, slight figure; not the sort of person that Maya would have expected to be there at all. The others were, if dressed more modestly than she was, at least the sort that she thought fit the environment: child-bearing hips and fat tits abound. Fairly curvy herself, sporting D-cups in fact, if on the lower end of that spectrum, Maya wondered how a few of these women were able to stand upright without snapping like twigs.
"First time?" the skinny bitch asked.
"Shut up."
"Oh... Okay, sorry."
Thankfully, the man at the front ended up being right; some other employees entered and gathered the waiting room up a few minutes after she'd finished her paperwork. Maya was guided with the rest of them through an impersonal, sterile hallway, then to a room with cubbies on one side and a row of half-beds on the other which wouldn't look out of place in a hospital, except that they were each butted up against a hole in the wall...
Maya ended up with the last of these stations, and at least her skimpy wardrobe choices let her hop out of them and stuff them in her own cubby before everyone else was done stripping.
"Wow, those are some really cool tan lines," the skinny, pale girl said. She'd chosen the very next station for some reason. "Do you like sunbathing, or do you go to one of those places with the ultraviolet beds? I could never, I turn red immediately."
Yeah, I bet you fuckin' do.
Maya turned away as the girl grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it entirely up and off her body like a flashbang. Even she hadn't gone out without underwear on...
