Jade: Life as a Public Relief Attendant

Jade’s knees touched the cold, smooth floor as she adjusted her position, settling into place for her shift. The noise of the busy mall filtered through the open area, a constant backdrop of voices, footsteps, and the occasional beep of cash registers. The afternoon crowd surged as always, weaving in and out of stores, heading toward the food court, or—more discreetly—the booths like hers tucked into the far corners of the complex.

Her thong and pasties, marked with her employer’s logo, clung to her skin, offering little comfort or protection from the cool air. They weren’t designed for comfort, after all. Public Relief Attendant, her title read in her AR profile, and nothing else was needed. It was a job, as functional as any other.

Jade glanced up at her AR display. Queue: 4 clients. She rolled her shoulders, her throat still fresh and empty, her belly flat. It was just the beginning of her shift, after all.

The first man stepped up to her booth. He looked like he’d just come from work—button-down shirt, slacks, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He met her eyes briefly, nodding as if they’d agreed on some unspoken transaction. Without a word, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, already semi-hard, and stepped forward. Jade opened her mouth and knelt perfectly still, her lips slightly parted in anticipation.

The air was cool against her tongue as she waited. The man didn’t waste any time, his hand moving in practiced strokes as he stared down at her. Her eyes flicked up for a second, observing him as his focus narrowed. His breathing quickened, and Jade remained motionless, watching his cock jerk in his hand, the tension building.

Within moments, he came, thick ropes of cum splashing directly into her open mouth. She held her position as the warm liquid pooled on her tongue, swallowing smoothly, the muscles in her throat working efficiently. A thin trail of cum dribbled from the corner of her lips, slipping down her chin. She didn’t wipe it away. That wasn’t part of the job.

“Thanks,” the man muttered, tucking himself back into his pants, and he was gone, his figure melting back into the crowd of shoppers.

Jade adjusted slightly on her knees, the hard floor already beginning to make itself known. Her AR display pinged: Next client approaching.

This time, it was a younger man—maybe in his mid-twenties, dressed casually, with a faint blush creeping up his neck. He hesitated as he stepped up to her, his eyes darting nervously around, but once he saw that no one paid him any attention, he relaxed. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop just low enough to free his cock.

“Ready when you are,” Jade said quietly, her voice calm and professional. She opened her mouth again, her eyes focused ahead as she waited.

He stroked himself quickly, his cock growing hard in seconds. She felt his cum hit her tongue with a wet splat, coating the back of her throat. It was warm and slightly bitter, but familiar by now. She swallowed efficiently, hardly needing to think about it as she cleared her throat and waited for the next load.

Before he could mutter a goodbye, another man had already taken his place, this one older, graying at the temples. He gave her a polite nod, already loosening his pants as he stepped into position.

The stream of clients became steady—more than steady. Jade barely had a moment between them. One after another, they approached, cocks in hand, ready to unload after a long day of work, shopping, or whatever else their lives entailed. Her mouth opened mechanically, her throat working to swallow load after load. Each client left a little messier on her face, her chin, her chest. She could feel the trails of cum sliding down her neck, drying stickily against her skin.

The AR interface tracked everything—her filling level crept up slowly. 12%. 15%. 17%. Even as her belly began to fill, the line of clients never seemed to end.

At first, she could still make out their faces—the way one man looked away awkwardly as he came, or how another grunted, his hand gripping his cock tightly as he **** out his release. But soon, the details began to blur. There were too many, and they came too quickly.

The next man was already stepping up, his pants already undone. Jade opened her mouth, taking him in without thought, swallowing mechanically as his cum splashed against her tongue. The sensation was distant now, her body adjusting to the rhythm of the job. Her jaw ached slightly, but she ignored it. The warmth of the cum in her belly was more noticeable now, a slow, growing weight pressing against her insides.

She stayed on her knees, her muscles beginning to protest the hard surface beneath her, but there was no time to rest. Another man stepped up. And another. And another. Their faces became anonymous, a blur of suits, casual clothes, tired expressions, eager hands. Some grunted, some sighed, some said nothing at all.

The stream of cum continued, warm and thick, filling her mouth over and over. She swallowed automatically, her throat working on instinct now. More dribbled down her chin, running down her bare chest, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. Her breasts, marked only by the small employer-branded pasties, were now speckled with streaks of drying cum.

The AR display pinged again. Filling level: 35%.

She shifted slightly, her knees stiff, the weight of the cum in her belly growing heavier with each client. The demand was relentless. There were never enough attendants for the volume of men seeking relief, and it showed—her line never seemed to shorten. The faces were a blur now, each one blending into the next.

Another man. His cock jerking in front of her as she opened her mouth, swallowing again. His cum splashed against the back of her throat, warm and familiar. She gulped it down, feeling the weight press against her belly. He stepped aside, replaced immediately by another.

Her AR display ticked upward again: Filling level: 42%. Still room to go, but her stomach had already begun to distend slightly, the weight of so many loads beginning to show on her body. Her skin felt tight, stretched across her middle as she stayed kneeling, her knees aching against the floor.

Another load. Another face. Anonymous now. She blinked, her mouth already open as the next man approached, ready to unload, like all the others.

The mall buzzed around her, indifferent to the steady stream of men releasing into her mouth. Jade barely registered it now, the sounds of the mall blending with the endless line of clients. She swallowed again, the taste familiar and routine.

The AR display pinged. Next client approaching.

Jade opened her mouth, waiting.