**This story contains lesbian sex, sex with vegetables, anal, and oral sex. All characters are 18 or older.**
Jane Cryon lived in the not so far off future. Her parents had told her about how chaotic things had been before the government had been computerized. They needed to pay taxes, find their own purpose in life, and risk all sorts of peril and turmoil that Jane was excused from. Now, society was organized by AI, and Jane was about to be sorted into a career path now that she had graduated highschool.
She saw one of her friends go first before the assembly. "Anna Young." A voice spoke. A hazel haired and amber eyed beauty with some of the best grades in class stood at the podium. She was small with a round head and tomboyish features. She waited patiently for the verdict. "You have been chosen to pursue a research position. Please report to Professor Lincoln." Relief flooded the young woman's face. Jane was glad. Anna had worked very hard for her grades, and now she was being recognized for them.
"Daniel Farge." A young man Jane didn't know scuffled on stage as Anna left. He didn't look all that impressive. Jane thought she maybe had seen him smoking outside the school a few times. "Manual labor. Report to Officer Quinn."
Daniel spat, "Figures. Sure you don't have any openings for movie stars?"
"You may re-apply for evaluation in one years time." The Voice continued, "You are in the top 20% of manual labor potential, and in the bottom 15% of Acting and Entertainment potential. Classes in acting, writing, and public speaking can be made available to you in your off hours."
"It was a joke dipshit." Daniel rolled his eyes. He was about to head off the podium before he stopped and asked, "What about art?"
"Processing-" it paused, "You are in the top 50% in Art related disciplines. Classes can be made available to you in your off hours. You may apply for re-evaluation in 1 years time."
"Sure. Sign me up." There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he left the stage. Jane sighed in relief. If a loser like that guy had hope, maybe she could too.
"Jane Cyron." She gulped. She stood and passed by Anna on the way to the podium. Anna gave her a thumbs up. Jane nodded and smiled. She didn't know what she would be good at. Her grades were average, and while she had a number of hobbies, she had no idea what the algorithms would decide for her.
She saw her picture up on the screen. At least she was pretty, she thought. Her red hair was a braided into a cord down to the middle of her back. Her pale blue eyes shone from beyond crystal glass spectacles. She'd been too awkward to get a date all through high-school, but it certainly wasn't due to her looks. At least, that is what Anna kept telling her. Jane had been wondering if Anna had a thing for her for years, but their friendship had never wavered, and she never risked asking.
On the podium, in front of everyone, she awaited the verdict. Doctor? Teacher? Electrician? She didn't have any idea. She didn't have the build for labor or the mind for rocket science, but something in-between would suit her just fine. She'd always been interested in Politics, but hadn't been all that popular.
But no matter what she had hoped for, she had never suspected what the AI would sort her into.
For all to hear, in front of the entire graduating class, the computer announced, "Sex worker."
The crowd was silent. Jane must have misheard. "Uh, what?"
"You are in the top 40% for the occupation of Sex worker." It continued, "All other potentials lie under this mark."
Jane couldn't believe her ears. She saw Anna with her mouth covered in shock. She saw Daniel smirk and snigger. Both reactions were common all around her. She felt herself desperately wanting to get off the stage, but she had to reason with the machine. "S-Surely there are other things." She stammered. "I, I haven't even had se-" She didn't continue, but most of the crowd understood. She heard some laughter. She was mortified.
"You're grades are sub-optimal for most professions." The computer began it's reasoning's. Jane already felt her chest clench. "And you are not fit for manual labor tasks. You're extracurricular activities do not reveal any hidden potential within your interests." Jane felt like she was about to cry. "However, you do posses many rare traits."
"Like what?" Jane was almost afraid to ask. She realized quickly that she should not have asked the question in such an open and public forum.
"You are within the top 10% of traditional attractive features including an optimal bust size, waist to hip ratio, and symmetry. You also posses unique and exotic qualities such as hair and eye color." That was all true. "You also have a very active sex drive, as indicated by your internet history and footage from your phone and computer webcam." She had almost forgotten how much information the computer had, "You masturbate on average twice a day, three on weekends. You have a high disgust tolerance for a large amount sexual taboos, and an active interest in others including-"
"Th-that's enough!" She nodded, but the computer kept talking past her,
"Sadisim, masochism, voyerism, exhibitionism, orgies, non-consent, and homosexual acts." It finished. She heard active laughter from many members in the audience now. "Those make up 90% of your search history. There are others that are less indicative."
If this kept going Jane was going to cry. "S-So?" She tried to brush it off. Her voice choked her. "What's the runner up?" She croaked. "Are there any other options?"
"Another potential option is "Experimental drug test subject."" Jane whimpered. "Sex work has higher pay, higher average reported happiness, and lower health risks, and is thus advised." Jane was silent. She couldn't accept this, not yet. "Classes can be given to you in your off hours if you wish to re-apply for another discipline next year." And then, suddenly, Jane realized that there were no other classes she could think of taking. No career path she'd wanted to go for. This was it.
"What if I'm not happy?" She asked. She didn't know if the computer could answer that question. She was surprised that it did.
"Data has been collected on how content people are with their jobs under this predictive algorithm. Your psychometrics have been compared to others in this career. The chances of you enjoying your work can be calculated based on current available data. Calculating-" It paused again. She waited with bated breath, "On a scale of one through ten, with one being unhappy 5 being content, and ten being perfectly happy, survey results predict that there is a 98% chance that within one week you will pick a nine or ten."
"What?" Jane felt like the computer was calling her a whore. And what was worse, the computer was backed up by a lot of facts. There were some more chuckles.
"Most are uneasy within their first week in this profession." The computer explained. "But usually, this profession becomes enjoyable very quickly." So she was going to let herself be fucked until she learned to like it? That felt so- Wrong? No. It felt kind of hot actually.
"Okay." She nodded. "I'll try it." She said with a blush.
"An apartment has been procured for you. You will receive job notifications within 48 hours."
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Jane's new place was already stocked with clothes and groceries. More than that, she found the place to be perfect for her. In many ways, it was too perfect. She had always wanted a small study filled with books, but she had never told anyone that. She'd always wanted clothes that were a touch less conservative, but had always been embarrassed to buy them. And she certainly had never told anyone about a desire to try out new sex toys, and yet, she found an entire chest full of them.
More disturbingly, she found bananas, cucumbers, carrots, coconut oil, and instructions on how to use them sexually in a healthy manner in every orifice right next to an average cook book in the kitchen. That was never something she had wanted to try. She had never thought of it until now. She had never known how much she wanted to try that until it was all laid it all out. Now it was guessing things about her that she didn't even know, and it was right.
Jane gulped and dipped a finger into the oil, and then slathered it on one of the carrots. She just looked at it for a moment before taking a deep breath and licking it. It was slick, and in fact, tasty. She was going to have to practice for her new job right? She didn't know the exact roles she would play, but she had to work on her skills right?
She looked around. She wouldn't get any job notifications until tomorrow. There was no one but her.
Well, no one but her and the computerized government that saw everything everyone did. But it was benevolent wasn't it? The idea that she was being watched just made her feel hotter as she slowly teased at the hem of her skirt at her rear, lifting it and tucking it in her waistband above her panties. She was home alone, so she could do this without worry. Then she pulled down her panties and leaned over the kitchen table, straddling one of the corners with her clit and leaving her bear butt in the air. She had been so horny ever since the ordeal in front of the whole school.
She rubbed herself a bit with the table before she took the carrot in hand and maneuvered it behind her. She licked her lips, spread herself with one hand and pushed against her willing pussy lips, up and down. That felt nice. She was wet enough that she hardly needed the oil. She teased the opening and giggled at herself. This was so strange.
Maybe she should try her ass? It would be a better angle. She had tried anal before and had even become used to at least a little stimulation back there. She moved it up and felt herself relax as the vegetable sunk into her dirty hole. She coo'ed and shivered as she relaxed. It went about halfway before liked the depth. She began to slowly fuck herself with it as she humped the table. She got into a good rythum-
"Incoming visitor." She heard. And then there was a knock at the door. Her ass clenched and she grunted. She quickly pulled up her panties and un-tucked her skirt before realizing the carrot was still in her and quickly wiggled it out in a panic. It slipped out and bounced the floor. "Door is opening." She heard she as she brushed off her skirt and turned to the door.
"Jane?" It was Anna. The hazel girl was smaller and more petite than Jane, but she stood tall enough to make Jane feel inferior. "Hi." She walked in. "I hope I'm not intruding on-" She looked around at the vegetables on the table, "Lunch?"
"No! No!" Jane shook her head. "No trouble at all." Jane changed the subject, "Please, sit down." She pulled up a chair and quickly swiped the carrot from the floor and threw it out. "So, what are you researching?" Jane sat down herself. She felt her that her panties were wet from the previous activity. She wanted release, but she also wanted to catch up with Anna. She looked into the boyish girls amber eyes, "Congrats on the position by the way!"
"Thank you!" Anna nodded. She seemed remorseful. "and I'm sorry about what you had to go through. I can tell you are still pretty embarrassed."
"It was embarrassing." Jane admitted. Damn, she could tell Jane was blushing. "But at least neither of us were forced to leave the country or anything." The computer did try to keep people close to home and friends together if possible.
"That was good." Anna nodded. "I'll be researching building materials and structural supports for large projects." Jane nodded, knowing nothing about any of that. "Do you know exactly what you will be doing yet?" Anna asked awkwardly.
