Monday
It was Kelsey's first day—anywhere. College graduation speeches were only a week in the past and yet she was one of the lucky few seniors to leave with a real life job. Granted, it was only an administrative assistant position, but she was to be working beneath one of the VP's for an up-and-coming software company, RazorTech. If she played her cards right, she could end up riding the wave of a tech start-up on her very first job.
Kelsey was determined to make a good first impression. She wore a sharp pantsuit, neatly tied her hair in a tight bun, and applied very light makeup. Women's Business Futures was one of her favorite classes in college, and she had learned a lot about how important it was to appear professional and to not rely on her physical attributes to move forward—that was the only way that women could solidify longstanding respect in the workplace.
As Kelsey arrived, a quick perusal of the office made her realize that hiring women was not a regular part of RazorTech's practice. While software did tend to skew more male, every department she walked past was dominated by men. A few of them ogled her as she walked past, but most took one glance at her suit and lost interest. Kelsey did her best to ignore both responses. This was the first day of a long a promising career, she didn't want to start off bitter at the masculine structure around her. She chose instead to think of herself as a pioneer in the company.
She was led to Mr. Richards office, where she was introduced to her new boss. Richards was the VP of RazorTech's Bio-Integration division. Kelsey knew vaguely what that meant, but she couldn't imagine what his day-to-day life looked like. She supposed she would find out.
"Ms. Granger," Richards said and outstretched a friendly hand to Kelsey. "Or may I call you Kelsey?"
Kelsey had momentary crisis as she accepted the handshake. Would he respect her less if she allowed him to call her by her first name? What did he call the men? Was she taking too long thinking through a basic question?
Richards didn't stop, however. "I'm looking forward to getting you started on all your new positions, Kelsey. I'm sure you have a bright future ahead of you here at RazorTech and I sure feel lucky to have an asset like you to help us out around here."
"Thank you, Mr. Richards," Kelsey said.
"Unfortunately, it's our policy to induct new hires in the RazorTech training for the first couple days of work, so you won't be taking over all your new responsibilities until you sit through a few seminars. It's pretty basic. Mostly policies and procedures and stuff like that. Does that sound good, Kelsey?"
"Whatever it takes," Kelsey said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Mr. Richards didn't seem to notice. He simply directed Kelsey through the office to a small conference room, where a computer was set up for her.
"Just go through the training modules, there might be a brief quiz at the end of some. I admit that they can be boring, but it's something we have to do." Then he left.
Kelsey started into the training modules. They were video tutorials and—Mr. Richards was right—they were quite boring. The first was about the basic structure and products of the company. The second was about showing up on time and how the benefits system worked. The third was a history of the company. She actually couldn't tell what the fourth was about, because by that time she had completely zoned out. Brief words and phrases stuck with her, along with one or two repeated mantras: "The company above everything." "Every action for the benefit of the company." "No limits to keep up morale."
When the last module ended, it took Kelsey a few minutes to come back to attention. It was like her mind had been gone far away and was only now just returning. The first thing she realized was how hot she was in the suit—it was the start of summer after all. The second thing was how lucky she was to be at a company like RazorTech. She was going to do everything she could to keep up morale, because that was her job.
Mr. Richardson poked his head back into the room.
"Kelsey, it's about five right now. You can go home."
"It's five already?" Kelsey said, a big grin on her face. It seemed weird that she had been so nervous just that morning. Now she felt loose and happy. "Wow. Time really flies here doesn't it?"
"It sure can," Mr. Richardson nodded. As Kelsey got up, he seemed like he wanted to say something else, but was hesitating.
"Is there anything else Mr. Richardson?" Kelsey said.
"Well I just wanted you to know that you don't have to dress all professional like that here. We're more of a casual company."
"Oh, of course," Kelsey smiled.
"Well I'll see you bright and early tomorrow," Mr. Richardson said.
Kelsey had strange dreams that night. She dreamt that the company—the whole office building in fact—was on wheels and was rapidly approaching the edge of a cliff. It was her responsibility to save the whole company, so she ran to... to... someone important. Was it the governor? Police chief? Someone important. She begged him to do what he could and told him that she would do whatever it took to keep the company safe. Then she realized she was in a set of sexy, black, lacey lingerie, complete with a thick black choker around her neck and she knew what she had to do. She dropped to her knees and stuffed the important man's dick to the back of her throat. A feeling of supreme happiness overcame her as she heard the cheers of the company. She couldn't turn to see, because he nose was pressed against the important man's stomach, but she knew she had saved the company.
She woke up wet and horny. She fingered herself for a half hour, but couldn't seem to cum. Finally, she drifted back off to sleep in frustration.
She dreamt more, but didn't remember when she woke up.
Tuesday
Kelsey was tired on the start of her second day, but she drank two cups of coffee on her way to the office and felt perky when she arrived. When she entered Mr. Richardson's office, he looked up and surveyed her outfit. She had taken his advice and left the suit behind. She was in a skirt, which touched down to the top of her knees and a blue button-up blouse that straddled the line between professional and fun.
"Better, Kelsey," Mr. Richardson said. "But seriously, this is a fun place to work. You should feel comfortable to dress for that fun."
Kelsey felt disappointment, but assured Mr. Richardson that she would do better. That seemed to satisfy him and he led her to the same conference room. As they walked, the men around her glanced at her vaguely and she saw a few of them exchange words. Nobody seemed to care to talk to her, but she was on her way to training after all. She was sure that she would get to know everyone after her training.
Also, Mr. Richardson was right. Everyone around her was in casual clothing. Why shouldn't she be, too? Professional was fine in theory, but in practice you had to have fun at work.
Her first module that day was about harassment. She learned that there was nothing so destructive to a company's reputation as reports of harassment, especially of the sexual nature. Consequently, it was vitally important that no such activity was reported to anyone outside the organization, or it could risk the future of the company. That thought brought a panic to Kelsey's mind and she promised herself that she would protect the company above all.
The module also came with a quiz. It played a series of video examples and then asked Kelsey if the situation constituted harassment.
