Practical demonstration

Several Weeks Later

Mary had grown accustomed to the rhythm of it, the click of the door locking behind each man, the sterile scent of lube, the way every cock had its own quirks. Some were quick, twitching to life under a few practiced strokes. Others required patience, like coaxing a stubborn engine to turn over. But the ending was always the same: a cup filled, a barcode slapped on, another number added to the tally.

And yet, no matter how fast she worked, the line outside her clinic room never shrank. Only grew.

Then, inevitably, the shouting started.

It was a Friday afternoon, seconds from shift’s end, when the first fist flew. Mary barely registered the commotion outside her focus was on the cock in her hand, its owner panting as she swiped her thumb over the slit. A thick glob spilled into the cup. She sealed it, labelled it, slid it into the fridge.

The partition snapped shut.

"What the fuck?! I’ve been here since noon!"

"That prick took twenty minutes—I’m not waiting till Monday!"

"I want to speak to a manager or someone in charge!"

Mary barely had time to wipe her hands before Sally burst in, her cheeks flushed. "Did you hear that?" she hissed. "They’re gonna kill each other out there!"

Mary opened her mouth to reply then froze.

Sally was licking her fingers.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mary hissed.

Sally blinked, mid-lick. "Oh. Uh." She shrugged. "Sorry. Habit. I do it when I’m nervous. Or bored. Or…" A slow grin. "Horny."

Mary rolled her eyes just as a crash echoed from the hallway. "Forget it. The police’ll handle it. What we need is more workers."

That Evening Mary was home with Tom

The riots made the news.

She sat across from Tom at their cramped kitchen table, the TV flickering between footage of clinic brawls and the NHS Director’s strained plea for "patience" and "volunteers."

Tom pushed his food around his plate. "They’re drafting more nurses, then?"

Mary nodded, avoiding his eyes. She hadn’t touched him in weeks. Not since the clinics started.

The guilt sat between them, cold and unspoken.

Mary arrived early, tugging at the hem of her "uniform" a white minidress that barely covered her thighs, paired with stockings and heels, her large breasts oozing out. The dress code was "encouraged" by management. "Donors respond better to visual stimulation," they’d said but Mary had wondered, no-one see's us in the room who is the uniform for.

Sally’s car pulled up beside her. The redhead practically bounced out, her own uniform modified, tighter, shorter, the neckline plunging to her navel. As she stepped out, Mary caught a flash of fiery red between her thighs.

Mary raised an eyebrow. "Forget your knickers?"

Sally smirked. "Stopped wearing ’em weeks ago. What’s the point?"

They entered the training centre and Mary’s stomach dropped.

The hall was packed with women. Normal women. In normal clothes. Jeans. Sweaters. No thigh high stockings, no plunging necklines. Just… civilians.

Mary grabbed Sally’s arm. "What the fuck?"

Sally shrugged.

A middle-aged man in a too-tight suit took the stage. "Ladies! Thank you for answering the call! Together, we’ll save our species!" Polite applause. Then—"Please welcome our star nurses, Mary and Sally!"

A spotlight hit them. Mary’s skin prickled.

"These women collect hundreds of samples weekly! Thanks to them, babies will be born! Give them a hand!"

The applause was lukewarm. Mary **** a smile as they were ushered onto the stage. Sally, meanwhile, revelled in it adjusting her top, swaying her hips.

Two chairs were placed back-to-back. A tray of supplies between them: gloves, lube, cups.

Mary’s throat tightened. Oh god. They’re making us do a live demo.

The speaker beamed. "We’ve brought volunteers to demonstrate proper technique!"

A loud snort cut through the room. A Jamaican woman in vibrant traditional dress stood, her nails like talons. "Honey, I’ve been jerkin’ men off since before these girls were born. What they gonna teach me?"

Laughter. The speaker wiped his brow.

Then a Glaswegian voice barked: "Aye, get tae fuck! I’m only here ’cause that wanker PM banned shaggin’! So either show us somethin’ or bring out the cocks!"

The crowd roared approval. The speaker leaned toward Mary and Sally. "Good luck, you better take your seats."

Two naked men were led out from behind the stage.

The first was middle-aged, Black, well-built. His eyes darted to the Jamaican woman—his wife, Mary realized. The woman smirked. "Don’t go with the little redheaded slut. Take the older one with the fat tits."

Mary’s face burned.

The second man was younger, already half-hard at the sight of Sally. She winked. He blushed.

The speaker clapped. "Observe their technique! First three rows—might get wet!"

The Glaswegian woman cackled. "Too late, doll. Already am!"

Mary sat, lube slick between her fingers. The man before her exhaled shakily. "It’s okay," he murmured. "You got this."

She swallowed hard trying to drown out the noise for the audience, she thought her self, how many cocks have I serviced, why am I so nervous, the black man looked down at her and she could hear Sally already working on the man behind, she had already got him going and it was clear that he wouldn't last long.

The black man looked down at Mary with kind eyes, he whispered "Its ok, you can do this" she applied lube to her hands and held his thick cock, the speaker in the back called out "You will note that both nurses are going barehanded, this is not encouraged but at the same time not discouraged"

Mary began to work the cock, she could feel the eyes of the audience boring into her and realised that they had went quiet, a few whispers commented on her technique and she looked up at the black man, he was clearly enjoying himself but every so often would glance over at his wife in the audience as if looking for approval.

Realisation hit Mary, she was used to staring at a white wall, and cock, seeing the full body made it different, she thought about her husband and felt a moment of shame as she had neglected him over the last few week, without a doubt this was cheating and it worried her how exited she was getting.

A grunt brought her back to reality and she grabbed a cup, the creamy white liquid almost filled it and the black man signed with relief, he patted Mary on the top of her had and said "Thank you" before walking away, his wife called out "Ok so the old one has some skills"

She looked down and saw two tubs beside Sally, and another man at her "How the fuck did she do three to my one" she thought the next man appeared and Sally cleaned her hands and applied more lube, he came quickly and then then next, Sally appeared to have hit a wall and her new man clearly wanted the experience to last a little longer.

The speaker called out, "Ladies it looks like we close to a tie, I forgot to mention that the one with the most samples will win a dinner at the local steak house"

Mary's competitive instinct kicked in and the next man appeared, Sally's man finished and Mary glanced back at her, "That bitch has her legs open" she though "that's why they are coming so fast"

Clink. One cup.

The speaker grinned. "We’ve got a tie! Next two men—winner gets a steak dinner!"

Mary’s competitive streak flared.

The next man was young, eager. Mary locked eyes, licked her lips, let one nipple slip free. He came instantly.

Sally countered uncrossing her legs, letting her skirt ride up. Her man lasted six seconds.

Then—

Mary’s stomach dropped.

Bill. Her neighbour.

His beady eyes locked onto her exposed chest his eyes on her exposed breast, she tried to pull her top back but only succeeded in getting lube on her already sweaty skin, she shifted uncomfortably and the cheep uniform betrayed her letting her other breast spring free..

"Been waitin’ for this," he breathed. "I come to your clinic every day."

The crowd snickered.

"Look at that wee thing!"

"I thought there would be minimum sizes?"

"Fuck’s sake, put it away!"

Bill’s face crumpled. His pathetic cock wilted.

Mary grabbed it. "Listen, creep," she hissed. "You better come fast, ow look at my big tits whilst I wank your cock."

She yanked. Hard.

Bill squeaked. His hips jerked. Mary’s hand was a blur, her tits bouncing, sweat glistening, his body was pulled forward almost off his feet he put his hand on her shoulder and Mary recoiled under his touch, but maintained her frantic pace, when he came it was as much a surprise to him as was to her as it erupted from her tight grip, cum hitting her mouth and naked exposed breasts, she released him pushing him away and retrieved a cup scraping the goo from her body, fingers and face.

Mary looked at the little man with disgust, "Your nothing but a tiny cock and cum, pathetic" he turned and looked at the crowd of women who were whooping and cheering tears filled his eyes as he ran from the stage shielding his shriving penis from the ****.

The speaker announced: "Mary wins!"

Sally's man finished quickly and she stood facing the older woman offering her hand, Mary shook her sticky hand.= and Sally Smilled whispering "Nice."

The steakhouse voucher burned in Mary’s pocket.

Sally walked to her car, "You did really well, I'm proud" the redhead beamed

Mary thought for a second and said. "We should share it. Celebrate!"

Sally hesitated. Then nodded.

"Fuck it why not, after all aren't we saving the human race"