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Museum of Sexual Response - Tina

It was my orientation day at the museum. An exciting day, to be sure.

I guess I should explain. I'm an exhibitionist. I get off on other people looking at my body and watching me get off. Heck, I get wet just thinking about it. I discovered this in school on a dare and eventually I became a cam girl. Being a cam girl is fun, don't get me wrong. I mean, I sit in front of a camera and play with myself while hundreds of horny guys and a few girls watch and say rude things. It's all a bit abstract though. Sure, the machines tell me that all these people are watching, but it's really not the same as real people watching in real life. There is something to be said for presence.

So anyway, I answered this ad for exhibitionists and had the weirdest job interview. I did an application and then a test to see how I responded to different scenarios. After that, they had me masturbate for them. I sat in an armchair and played with myself while Kelly, the woman interviewing me, and a man who wasn't introduced watched. They watched me cum with my fingers first, then a dildo, then two different types of vibrators. It was totally hot. Best. Job. Interview. Ever.

And now, here I was for orientation. Kelly was showing me around a bit before me showing where I would be working. Ha! Working. More like where I'd be cumming.

"This is one of our first exhibits," she said as we stepped into an oval room. There was a beautiful nude woman wearing a helmet restrained in a chair with her legs spread. The helmet was a privacy measure used on certain exhibits. I wouldn't have one for mine. An older man with a shaved head was standing between her legs playing with her pussy while another man in a suit stood nearby. A large monitor behind her showed a close up of her pussy and what he was doing. At the moment he was drawing slow circles around her clit with his gloved forefinger. There were backlit displays on the wall describing female sexual response as well as providing illustrations of various ways to stimulate a woman. There was also a monitor that was apparently graphing her stimulation levels.

I was transfixed. We watched a few minutes until the woman had a fairly strong orgasm. A bell chimed and the green counter on the wall counted up from six to seven.

"You count the orgasms?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Kelly replied. "It's part of our incentive program. Every week we grade orgasm count on a bell curve and the top three performers get a bonus. Our analysis software takes multiple factors into account such as the type of exhibit. For instance, the orgasm denial exhibit has to be factored in differently."

"Orgasm denial exhibit?" I asked. "You mean someone is on display not being allowed to cum? How does that even work?"

"Let me show you," she said. We left the room where the man was continuing to play with the restrained woman's pussy and walked down the hall to another exhibit. The oval room was similar but at its center was a helmeted nude woman strapped onto a saddle like device. A sheen of sweat covered her and there was a counter that displayed the number 17 as well as a countdown timer that displayed a time of 41:07 when we entered the room but continued to count down. The backlit displays showed information about orgasm denial and how it affected body. The large screen monitor showed a close-up of her body from the chest down.

"The machine she's on has a rather ingenious sensor embedded in the custom fitted dildo that's inside of her. She is restrained in a way that doesn't let her move to stimulate herself. We set the countdown to 57 minutes and then the machine brings her to the brink of orgasm, then denies her. The counter keeps track of how many times she's been denied for the session. Once the timer hits zero, she's made to cum. It's usually quite intense. It's also a great crowd pleaser. Some of our visitors like to time their visits to see her cum. She can't see the timer though so she doesn't know how long she has to wait to cum. It adds to the intensity. I think the crowds give it away though since she can see everyone here. But then that is why we only hire exhibitionists, like you."

We stood and watched for a couple of minutes. Long enough to hear her begging God to let her cum and seeing her denied twice. Boy was it ever hot but no way did I want to be in that exhibit.

"As you can see," Kelly said as we stepped out of the exhibit, "every display has a twin in a nearby room. That's how we can give you the shifts we do with an hour on display and an hour on break recuperating. Here's your twinned exhibit."

She led me into a room with the usual displays on the wall and a petite Asian girl laying back in a recliner while pistoning a dildo into her pussy. Two men and a woman stood and watched her from behind the rail that circled her chair. Beside the chair there was a table of toys including dildos of various sizes and several types of vibrators from the egg up to the Hitachi wand and including some direct clitoral models. Towels and lube were also handy. When she saw us walk in she started cumming intensely. After her orgasm passed she lay still for only a moment before picking up one of the clitoral vibrators and applying it with the dildo still buried in her wet pussy. A girl just like me, it seemed.

Kelly led me out of the room and then to my own exhibit room.

"This is your exhibit. You will be the only girl using it for reasons of hygiene. If you look right over here, this is the door to your break room."

She opened the hidden door and we went inside. There was a cot, a toilet, a sink, shower, a trashcan, a refrigerator and a small table with two chairs. There was also a small makeup table with mirror and a wardrobe for keeping my off duty clothes in. It was like a one room apartment, actually.

"You'll keep your things here when you come to work. Always come here first and undress before clocking in. All exhibits are expected to stay nude throughout the workday and we encourage to you walk around the museum during your breaks so that the patrons can all enjoy your bodies. If the urge hits we also encourage you to masturbate in the hallways amid the patrons, just not in another exhibit's room. Feel free to take a nap, however, as that's why the cot is here. As I explained you'll work one hour, rest an hour, work an hour, rest an hour, then work the final hour of your five hour shift. Sound good?"

"Sounds awesome," I replied.

"Great! Well your shift starts shortly so I'll leave you now. Go ahead and get undressed. You have just enough time to catch the denial exhibit's orgasm before you start, if you like. It's well worth seeing."

"Thanks, I think I will," I said as she left and closed the door. And that's what I did.
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