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I waved at the security guard as he buzzed me into the building and pointedly ignored as he leered at my outfit. I had chosen to partake in the company's casual Friday tradition and wore a light blue mini skirt and white baby tee. I was wearing white flats, but my company issue stilettos were in my bag. I would put them on in the elevator. I stole a quick glance at my watch and held back a groan. It was already eight fifteen.
The elevator doors slid closed and I took half a second to smile at my reflection. I looked good. Blonde hair that went all the way down to the middle of my back, cornflower blue eyes bright and rosy cheeks from the anxiety of being late on my fifth day of work. I changed shoes and carefully slipped off my bra, letting my c cupped breasts free. I let out a sigh. That was one benefit of working in the corporate world. No bras.
The elevator let me out on the twelfth floor and the blast of freezing cold ac made me shiver.
"Scarlett!" Heather smiled genially. She was the floor receptionist and had been so nice to me all week long. I grinned back. She looked me up and down and gave me a thumbs up. "You look amazing."
"Thank you." I glanced nervously around the office. It was still early, so most of the senior managers hadn't arrived. "How late am I?" She handed me my breakfast.
"Not very." Heather assured me. "I was just about to plug in for the morning."
"Ok, well I won't keep you." I veered left, passing the secretaries and assistants who were either already plugged in or in the process of plugging in. My station was at the very end of the hall where the operations manager's office was. I sat in a cubicle directly outside his office with his primary assistant and my immediate boss, Lindsay.
Lindsay was already seated, drinking her coffee. She was wearing a floral summer dress and yellow flats. Lindsay was lucky. She didn't have to wear stilettos all day like me. She also made two times my salary even though I was the one doing the real work. I studied her as I walked up. She was a very ordinary looking woman. Black hair, grey eyes, a round face and pretty lips. She was taller than I was, which is why I assumed she was allowed to wear flats.
"You're late." She called as I approached. I flushed and set my bag down. "But I'll have mercy on you this time." She smiled. "It is Friday after all." I sighed with relief.
"Thank you, Ms. Dawson. I promise it will not happen again."
"Plug in. Quickly." I sat down at my desk and powered up my computer, pulling my headphones on. The company's logo flashed in black and white for five seconds before I was prompted to sign in.
Plugging in was the casual term for what we were doing. In actuality, we were watching a series of videos that gave us our assignments for the day and listening to the company's daily briefing. We worked for a large tech conglomerate, and every second of the day was reserved for something. Managers and supervisors didn't have the time to stop and tell you what to do, you just had to know. The briefing was an extension of this. It contained all the relevant information we needed for client meetings and staff memos, so we were never out of the loop. I liked the video, but the briefing was very boring. Even now, the disembodied voice was monotonous. I let my eyes slip closed, trying to listen intently. It was important work, and I was elated to have scored this job straight out of college. My dad knew my boss, Levi Cole, and I hadn't even interviewed. I was hired on the spot after a brief but invasive questionnaire. As thrilled as I was, I didn't understand why they wanted to know my sexual history.
I continued to listen, letting all the information seep into my brain, unaware of my chair being pulled away from my desk. My skirt was lifted, and my legs parted automatically. Dimly, I wondered what was going on, but wondering wasn't part of my job description so I let all my curiosity float away. I felt a finger dip into my soaking wet pussy and tease my clit. My lips parted. That same finger slid inside me, then another, then another. I sighed, enjoying the sensation. How lucky I was to work for a company that took such great care of their employees. My top was lifted, and I could feel my nipples being tugged and then licked. I squirmed and sighed again.
"That's right, you mindless whore..." The voice was muffled by the headphones and droning voice in my ears. "You're nothing but a cock sleeve, Scarlett." I frowned. "And the second Levi gets bored of you, I can't wait to show him what a real woman is like."
The morning briefing concluded wishing everyone a productive and subservient day and I smiled. My schedule wasn't as cluttered today with it being a Friday so when I removed the headphones, I had a few minutes to myself. I fixed my outfit to ensure I looked perfect and thought nothing of the fact that I was completely disheveled. I took a sip of my meal replacement shake once I'd pulled my shirt down. Lindsay wiped her hands with a tissue and narrowed her eyes at me. I saw that she was also eating a muffin.
This was another perk of Lindsay's job. She got to eat and drink whatever she wanted whereas the entry level staff were forbidden from bringing in outside food. All we had available were the meal replacement shakes, company issued nutrigrain bars and water from the fountain.
"The agendas for today's meetings are in printer C." Lindsay told me. "I need you to put them on Levi's desk for him to review when he gets in."
"Yes ma'am." I drained the rest of my shake and stood. Once I'd retrieved the stack of papers, I let myself into Mr. Cole's office, spread the agendas out on his desk, opened the blinds, decanted a bottle of whisky for the day and knelt down in my usual spot. It was going to be a wonderfully productive and subservient day.
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I smiled in satisfaction as I walked through the corridor leading to my office. It was a rewarding thing to see the fruits of such hard labor. I had started C&C Technologies when I was an introverted eighteen years old spending too many nights cooped up at home and now, thirty years later it had morphed from trying to create video games in my parents' garage to now being one of the largest software development companies in the US. I'd done well for myself, and the money had certainly helped too. Everything else started long after I'd made my name. It was my best friend David and co-founder of C&C who clued me in. We were hosting focus groups to review a game they'd been developing, and seventy eight percent of the volunteers had reported falling asleep right after the loading animation which was just a fifteen-second-long C&C logo flashing white on a black screen. My research told me that lights strobing at 10 hertz could induce a transitional state in the brain, making the subject confused and lethargic. 10 hertz consistently flashing for thirty minutes caused an electrochemical response in the brain so strong it altered the very essence of who someone was. It was an interesting discovery that I immediately tested out. The result was one focus group going into REM sleep almost immediately and the other reportedly feeling calm and serene following the short series of videos. A few tweaks later and I had my finished product.
