A/N: This is my very first piece of creative writing, and certainly my first try writing anything erotic so please let me know how I did. I'm planning for this to be a multiple part story if there's any interest. This first part is just setup so it's kind of slow, but there is a small scene at the end. If you guys want more, or have any criticism let me know! If some of you would like drawings of the characters so you have an idea of my personal vision let me know that as well! Thanks and enjoy.
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The drab beige and brown waiting room dominated the empty room. Save for me, there were empty plastic chairs that littered the room, and the only sounds came from the receptionist's keyboard as she tapped away at it and the incessant ticking of the clock on the wall. I found myself glancing at the receptionist every now and then. From what I could see from behind her counter, she was very pretty. She was quite thin, had fair skin, shoulder-length chestnut colored hair that slightly curled at their ends, and black square glasses that covered blue eyes. Her name placard read "Emily". I was actually waiting for Emily to call my name for a meeting I had scheduled the week before with FUTA Pharmaceuticals.
FUTA Pharma, by some miracle, had chosen me and a few others from all the students at my university to take part in a drug trial. Why is this a big deal? They were offering five thousand dollars a day upto two weeks, and I desperately needed the money to pay my student loans off. That's not money that I can turn down no matter what they ask me to do. No one really knows why the hell they pay so much, but everyone that completes their trials come out just fine, so I figure it can't be that bad.
Emily paused from her typing, and looked over to me. "Ms. Little, she's ready for you. Just head behind me and through the white door at the end of hall."
I gave her a small nod, straightened out my skirt and red hair and made my way to the white door. As I opened the door, I had to shield my eyes as a blinding white light poured over me. It took awhile to adjust to the harsh light, but the room was white everywhere. The walls, furniture, and even the woman sitting at the desk was just... white.
"Ms. Little, please take a seat" the woman motioned to the other seat across the table.
I took my seat, and took a chance to look at my interviewer. She wore a white pencil skirt, blazer, and button up shirt that had a few buttons undone at the top to reveal a little bit of cleavage. Her bleach white hair was cut straight and rested on her shoulders with bangs cut straight across her forehead. Piercing grey eyes sat behind almost comically large white-framed square glasses. If it wasn't for her distracting 'whiteness', I would consider her to be pretty sexy.
"Ms. Little, my name is Kimberly Smith, but please call me Ms. Smith. I, and FUTA Pharmaceuticals, would like to thank you for accepting our invitation for a new drug trial. I am sure you aware, but for legalities and such, I must reiterate what this means for you. Should you accept the contract, you will be required to test a new drug. This means the drug will be administered in any way we see fit. You will be placed in a controlled test environment facility, and company staff will be able to perform tests and collect data concerning you at will. The tests cannot be interrupted for any reason to ensure your health and safety. To compensate for your troubles, you will be paid five thousand dollars a day for upto two weeks of participation. You may quit at any time as long as you are not being tested, and will be paid for the time you have stayed. Keep in mind, if you leave early, your memory of the experiments will wiped to ensure you do leak any confidential information. If you accept these terms please sign this document at the bottom and read our contract if you wish"
She slid a white tablet across the table to me. I quickly picked it up, and scrolled past the seemingly endless walls of text to the final 'sign here' line. I scribbled my signature with my finger and slid the tablet back to her. Ms. Smith picked up the tablet, looked it over, and looked at me. She slowly grinned from behind the tablet, and said, "Thank you for your participation, Ms. Little. Your trial will begin...now." She tapped the tablet, and I was plunged into darkness as the floor beneath me opened.
I screamed for all of two or three seconds until something extremely soft and pliant broke my fall. Once, again, my eyes strained as everything around me from pitch black to blinding white. I groaned, and before I could get my bearing again, a woman called out to me in a very commanding voice from the other end of the room.
"Little! Crawl towards me, and get up off your ass!"
"What? What the hell is..." I began as I tried to find the source of the voice.
"NOW!"
I was confused out of my mind, but I wasn't going to test this woman's patience anymore than I needed to. I soon found that a giant white pillow had broken my fall, which made standing pretty difficult. I crawled toward the woman, until I could stand up on solid ground again. I stood to face my new drill instructor friend. Despite her rude introduction, I had to admire how good this woman looked. She was about half a foot taller than me, which made her about 5' 8". The most striking thing though, was that her hair wasn't white like everything else. Instead, her hair was the darkest black I had probably ever seen, and was cut in a bob with the same straight cut bangs as Ms.Smith. Absolutely every aspect of this woman was flawless. Smooth pale skin, obviously fit, and strikingly beautiful. She was wearing a nearly skin tight white jumpsuit with the front zipper unzipped a little bit to show off a little bit of her perky breasts. My admiration was cut a little short by her hounding another command.
"Stop staring at me, goddammit, and strip!"
"Wait hold-"
"STRIP!"
"What? Who the hell-" I tried to protest.
She sighed and snapped her fingers. In my confusion, I hadn't noticed that she was flanked by two more women in white jumpsuits. Both of them looked almost exactly the same. White everything with slightly unzipped jumpsuits, slightly shorter than their leader, and the same tight bodies.The two guards unsheathed batons from their hip holsters, and took a step toward me. My mind began racing as my impending beat down loomed over me.
