[Welcome Back Chelsea, please review your dashboard for incomplete assignments.]
The cool words eased softly into my awareness. Like everyone, I'd tried to fight awakening, but it just added pain and didn't change the outcome.
Somebody behind me cried, whimpered, and complained, begging for someone, anyone to save her. I knew better. She was still new lacking in training, conditioning, by Convergence to obey her daily assignments. She might suffer more than most, maybe longer if our trainer was in a bad mood but even with that, ultimately she too will find her Convergence and become part of this program as designed.
Mistakes happen every day... I guess ours simply included trying to defy the awakening that triggers Convergence. As awakened workers, our education now includes on-the-job training with frequent evaluations via Convergence which triggers a brief loss of awareness allowing for another to add assignments while the learning has been consciously set aside. Sometimes even we struggle to divide ourselves between independent action guided by training or obedience in conformity to an immediate requirement dictating implementation based upon a recorded suggestion assigned by unknown persons. And yes, you often still hear cries for help when waking from an unremembered past.
Once we pass through the entryway to the office building, our life outside is forgotten awakened, replaced, by obedience for the assignments. All around us are our co-workers; some smiling and friendly disregarding the pleas for help that echoed from the fresh hires. Not sure exactly why anyone bothered to call out unless somehow they remember remnants of a prior self.
[Assignment: Analyst Tony has exceeded expectations; he deserves a reward for his efforts. Arrange an incentive arrangement for immediate redemption, all methods are approved.] I remember how much I used to rebel against the orders. Resistance was impossible by the third month after the initial awakening. If only those whining kittens were ready to forget old ghosts and embrace the rewards of achievements.
On auto-pilot, my body walked through the hallways toward a small office on the third floor. Once inside, a ticket lit up neon green as I inserted it into the dressing room. Hanging on the wall hook was the outfit to be worn for granting our deserving worker the bonus deserved as one of the top agents. Sliding off the basic company slacks and blouse took minimal effort allowing me to apply lipstick with steady hands so eager for awarding my senior co-worker with his hard earned incentive.
Just because there was a job to fulfill meant nothing in comparison with keeping morale up and incentivizing our colleagues was fun as well as necessary. Giving so good away sometimes led to extra playtime. As two workers often celebrate an especially valuable hire, we find an 'offer' later to update training helping to bind team spirit as one.
Everything was pretty natural. People are most motivated when happy, smiley, and eager to exceed thresholds leading to rich and rewarding pastimes. Whether the worker on her assignment or others treating the special agent; pleasure is shared in giving and receiving. Dumb kittens behind me who failed to read their guidebook not knowing the fundamentals lost something valuable having an otherwise pleasant task instead turned into one full of tears and sweat instead of delight.
I finished donning the stunning lingerie the program provided: maroon corset and matching panties, black stockings with a lovely garter belt that keeps them properly attached. To finish the image was a pair of cat ears with an accompanying bell collar.
Each dingle, jingle, and clickety-clack helped me feel alive, excited, and motivated. Without any further delay, I wound my way through the complex finding Tony's office. Smile radiating from me, "Hello Sir, you have been recognized for your hard work. Allow us to demonstrate our gratitude."
"I have a meeting starting soon," He informed me as he stepped aside to let me in while looking me up and down with lascivious glances. I was 5 years his senior at 30, so seeing the lustful gaze in his eyes caused pride to swell in my chest.
While strutting provocatively about his tiny office; it caused him to stare longingly taking deep breaths watching every luscious shake of my hips and delightful curve of breast. Finally coming to stand in front, I swayed pressing both generous melons against the expanse of his well-sculpted man-bosoms. "I can be quite discrete. There's plenty of room underneath this big desk of yours."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I separated from him as I crawled under his deck, kneeling on the pillow left here for reasons like this. Taking one moment, I quickly undid his pants before shifting them down to mid-thigh along with tight-fitted boxer briefs. Immediately, my nose welcomed a waft of delightful clean sweat mixed with manly musk, truly making my mouth water.
