It's the year 2050 and so much has changed. America has been over thrown by a new power known only as the Republic. The Republic has once again reduced most women to property. There is now a law in place that by a woman's 21st birthday she must either have a job or be wed to a man. If women don't fall into either of those categories they must be turned into the the Republic's slave trade where they are sold to the highest bidding man for any purpose they want. The Republic has made it even harder for women to find jobs by forbidding them to attend public schooling. There is only one company left that openly hires women and that is Alexia's Cosmetics which is the only company left run by a woman. Alexia's Cosmetics is also run by one of the cruelest women alive, Alex. She is infamous for abusing her employees and torturing the women who work for her other company, a whore house. Woman are more than willing to work in these conditions than risk the slave trade if they don't find a husband or another whore house to work at.
Kiki sprung out of bed and awoke her foster sister Alyssa, "Wake up Alyssa! Today is the day!!! GET UP!"
Alyssa sat up and rubbed her eyes and yawned, "Why are you so excited Kiki?"
Kiki rolled her eyes, "Because it's my 18th birthday and the day I can apply for Alexia's Cosmetics before I get married off to some random guy!"
Alyssa sighed, "You know what happens to girls who apply there! Plus you can stay in the foster house until you are 21! You never know, you might meet a guy you like!"
"As if! I'm getting out of here as soon as I can and Alex will hire me! I just know it," Kiki said as she rummaged through her closet.
"What if she doesn't? You can't even read or write! Why would she hire you anyway?" Alyssa said.
"She will hire me because I'm nice, cute, and I looooooove makeup!" Kiki exclaimed as she held different outfits in front of her body in the mirror.
"You know when you agree to interview there you have to sign a contract that Alex owns you even before the interview right? What if you end up in her brothel or she hates you and gives you to the Republic as a slave?!" Alyssa pleaded.
Kiki rolled her eyes again as she slinked into her favorite outfit. "Look! She is going to love me! I'm not going to end up some common whore or slave. OK? Don't worry about me honey! I will be great!"
"You're my sister and I am worried about you... that's all." Alyssa said looking down.
"Look, I love you Alyssa but you don't need to worry about me! I will be amazing! I will miss you soooo much but I know you will find a great guy and I will be a career woman! Maybe even the next Alex! Well you know... but nice!" Kiki said as she gave Alyssa a great big hug!
Kiki turned around and squealed in excitement as she shoved the rest of her clothes and belongings in her suitcase. "Come on Alyssa! Let's head down stairs and say goodbye to everyone!"
"Ok..." Alyssa sighed.
Kiki jumped up and down then grabbed her suitcase and bolted down stairs where all her foster sisters and mother were waiting for her. She hugged each and every one of them warmly and said her goodbyes. Some tried to talk her out of going, some gave her words of encouragement, and some cried but Kiki kept smiling until she was out the door.
She made her way to the Alexia's Cosmetics building and felt a rush as she stepped inside. She was finally doing it and never felt better or more excited in her life. She gingerly walked up to the receptionist and greeted her with a smile. "Hi! I'm here for an interview!"
"Great" the receptionist said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, "sign here then take the elevator to the 18th floor."
Kiki smiled and glanced over the contract on the pad taking note that she had to be 18 and once she signed it her fate belonged to Alex. She nodded then signed it and pushed it back to the receptionist. "Thank you! Have a nice day!" Kiki said gingerly then skipped off to the elevator.
Once she was in the elevator she took a deep breath and said to her self for a few times, "A cosmetics job is mine, it's mine, it's mine!" and then the doors opened to a room full of girls with suitcases. She took another deep breath and stepped in smiling at the other girls as she took her place among them.
It wasn't long until a tall slender woman walked in and yelled out, "I WILL ASSIGN YOU A NUMBER! ONCE YOU GET A NUMBER LINE UP AGAINST THE WALL TO YOUR LEFT! ALEX WILL COME OUT AND DECIDE WHO SHE WILL BE INTERVIEWING FOR OUR COSMETIC COMPANY AND OUR WHORE HOUSE! THE REST OF YOU WHO ARE NOT CHOSEN WILL BE ESCORTED TO THE REPUBLIC IMMEDIATELY FOR SLAVE REGISTRATION? ANY QUESTIONS? I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS! LINE UP!"
Kiki gulped as she accepted her number from the woman as she walked by yelling but her glee was restored when she looked down and saw her number was 18. "18 on her 18th birthday? Perfect!" she thought to herself as she rushed to stand against the right wall. She noticed everyone was standing on the left wall and rushed to it hoping no one noticed she never learned her right from left. She stood up super straight and adjusted her clothes before holding her number in front of her just like the other girls.
Once all 50 girls were lined up Alex entered the room holding a clip board with no expression on her perfectly painted face. Alex was an extremely obese woman that towered over every other woman in the room in her six inch heels. Her giant HH breasts were pushed up high and proud and were almost all the way exposed. None of the girls would look her in the eye as she passed each and every one of them taking notes on her clip board.
Alex barely looked at the girls but she stopped dead in her tracks when she reached Kiki and she turned to examine her further. Kiki blushed as she felt Alex's eyes burning into her. Alex pointed one of her extremely long pointed acrylic nails into Kiki's chin and lifted up her face to look up to hers. Kiki followed the motion and looked up into Alex's eyes with her big green innocent eyes while beginning to blush even more. Kiki smiled at her and gave a little curtsey and Alex almost cracked a smile but held it back. Alex brushed Kiki's long brown hair behind her shoulders and took in her tiny body. Kiki was a little over five feet and her cute little outfit complimented her small figure. She was wearing a little brown vest over a light button up blouse with her cleavage exposed paired with a matching brown cupcake like skirt with a light pink petticoat under it to fluff it out. On her slender legs she wore pink and brown knee highs with little brown marry jane flats. Alex smirked and then moved on.
When Alex finished examining the girls she whispered into the ear of the tall slender woman then handed her the clip board and walked into an office. The tall slender woman turned to the girls and yelled, "IF I CALL YOUR NUMBER LINE UP ON THE RIGHT WALL! 7, 18..." Kiki made her way to the other wall sighing in relief. She assumed at least now she was safe from being turned into the Republic. The woman finished calling the rest of the numbers and only about 20 girls were called.
Several men in Republic uniforms emerged from a room by the left wall and ordered the rest of the women to come with them. One woman went to run toward the elevator to try and escape but an officer quickly shot her in the foot and she fell to the ground. He walked to her and grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up and hissed at her, "Good! Our officers need a little fuck toy" and he drug her out of the room. The girls waiting to continue the interview process looked shocked and horrified but the tall slender woman just laughed and turned back to the girls.
"ALRIGHT" she yelled loudly then continued in a normal level but bossy tone, "if you can read and write follow me to be interviewed by our cosmetic team! The rest of you have a seat and wait for Alex's assistant to call your number. Alex will be personally deciding what level you will be working in our high class whore house The Glam House. It as honor to work there and you ladies should be proud!"
A worried look overcame Kiki's face as she watched five of the girls follow the woman out. She went to sit down thinking she should have listened to her sister as the assistant walked out and called out number seven. Kiki assumed she was next and panic started to overcome her. She was even more panicked when number seven never walked out of the office and her number was called.
Kiki walked into Alex's office and noticed number seven was naked and handcuffed to the wall blindfolded and gagged with "Level 3" written in lipstick across her chest. Her eyes widened as she looked back at Alex.
"Have a seat," Alex said while lifting one eyebrow.
"Yes miss!" Kiki nodded as she sat down in the chair in front of Alex's desk.
"So..." Alex began as she twirled the lipstick she used to write on the other girl in her hand. "You have no education and you are as dumb as they come, that is a given. So what does little 18 have going for her? You're cute... I will give you that but men like sexy NOT cute. How old are you? Are you a virgin?"
"I am 18 and yes I am a virgin" Kiki meekly said in her little voice.
"OK.... I have another cute virgin on my hands with no experience pleasing men. Do you know what I do with those?" Alex asked.
Kiki shook her head and Alex slowly smiled and continued, "I sell their virginity for the highest price I can get then I sell those useless bitches to the Republic slave trade. It's grand isn't it? Making double the profit on a worthless piece of meat such as yourself?"
Tears built up in Kiki's eyes and she jumped out of her and threw herself at Alex's feet. She began crying uncontrollably as she looked up at Alex and pleaded, "Please Miss Alex! Please give me a cosmetics job! It's all I've ever wanted! You're my hero and I will work for you in the glam house if that's what you want but please! Don't turn me into the Republic as a slave! I'll do anything! Yeah I want a cosmetic job but I just want to work for you more! Pleeeeeaaaaase?"
Alex grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up and slapped her across the face with her other hand, "Sit back down! NOW!"
Kiki scrambled to sit back down, "I'm sorry Miss Alex! I just..."