Corporation (3/3)

A girl gets employed for an office job. But the corporate culture there is quite unusual. (More imagination teasing than actual sex scenes.) Part 3/3

On my way back, I looked at the women in the elevator and corridors. Now, when I knew where to look, I saw the white signs of recognition on their inner thighs, some fresh and wet, some dried off. Almost every woman had them. And I could not help feeling some strange kind of pride.

"All done," I reported to Sylvia after returning to our room.

She nodded. "Perfect, thank you. And I also received your evaluation results from Jacob." She turned her monitor, and I saw the video replay of my stretched naked body being fucked. The camera gave a close-up on my face with the half-open mouth and rolled-up eyes. She turned the monitor back. "Quite good marks. You are a very promising employee, Maria. Keep up the good job!"

I blushed, not knowing what to say. "Um... Thank you. I'll do my best." Then I gathered my courage. "May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"That video... Are we all constantly filmed? How many cameras are around?"

"Ah!" she waved her hand dismissively. "They are everywhere, of course. They serve as usual security cameras, and they take high-quality captures of all sex acts within the building. You can watch them on our internal video feeds in the corporate messenger, and we are uploading them to the primary porn sites. You could search for 'The Corporation' porn creator profiles there."

My world tilted again. Not only was this happening, but it was also being broadcast. I was... on the internet. Like this. I felt a fresh wave of heat on my face, but this was different from before. It was a strange, heady mix of mortification and a weird, fluttering excitement.

"Why?" The word was a bare whisper.

"For fun and profit, of course. It's one of the branches of our business. And you'll find it adds a certain... edge to the daily routine. The knowledge that you're being watched, that your performance is out there for the world to see... It's a powerful motivator to excel."

She picked up a stylus and tapped on her screen. "We also use the videos for your performance reviews. The metrics are quite advanced. We analyze vocal tone, responsiveness, duration of peak arousal... It's all quantifiable data. It helps us assign partners and activities that will be most... beneficial for your development." She smiled, a thin, corporate smile. "It's a holistic approach to employee well-being and productivity."

Holistic. The word was absurd. "Holistic" wasn't supposed to involve being recorded while tied to a rack in a basement.

"Okay," she continued. "You have half of hour more to watch the training video on our inventory system, then we all have a team-building hour before the end of the work day."

I went to my place. I had no doubt about what this team building would be.

***

I was not mistaken. In half of hour, we all turned off our computers and proceeded to a wide, warm room without furniture, just with soft mats on the floor. There were already a dozen other people inside, undressing naked, and more came after us.

"Today we are getting acquainted with the Units 137-A and 139-B," Sylvia announced, getting rid of her clothes. Naked, wearing only her collar, she came to the group, shook hands with one man, and hugged another woman, probably the heads of the units. Then she turned to us. "Most of you know what to do. For our new employees - you, Maria, and you, David - I repeat the instructions. Engage in free body contact and sex acts. Choose the people you don't know yet, and go from one to another. Have at least four sex acts with four different people, preferably with people of the opposite sex. But, as we have slightly more women than men here, and no men are known gays, then acts between women are perfectly okay, too."

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene. It was a sea of bare skin, of collars, of limbs entwining. I saw Anya already laughing, being pulled onto a mat by two men from another department. The mood was... festive. Office party festive, but with genitalia on display.

My stomach did a slow, nauseating roll. Four. Four different people. I looked for a way out, a corner, a shadow to hide in. There wasn't one. The room was bright and open. Sylvia was watching me, her arms crossed over her large breasts, an expectant look on her face. My gaze fell on David, the other rookie from another unit. His face was pale, with a tight, panicked expression around his eyes. We shared a look of sheer, mutual terror.

My heart hammered against my ribs. My brain, still fuzzy from the orgasm and the aftershock of the afternoon, was scrambling for a lifeline, for some script to follow. The memory of Jacob, the feel of him inside me, the surge of unwanted pleasure - it all flooded back, a confusing mix of shame and a deeply unsettling echo of desire. I was a toy. A prop. But my body, traitorous thing, was already preparing to take more men. I felt a familiar wave of warmth and butterflies in my lower abdomen.

Not waiting anymore, I approached David.

"It seems that we have no other choice, so let's do it!" I smiled at him, rather nervously, and put my hands on his shoulders. Mmm, he felt strong and good. "I'm Maria. It's my first day here."

"David." He looked at me, and for a second, there was pure panic in his eyes. But then he softened a bit. "Yeah... my first day as well. Okay then. Let's get this over with."

The contact was awkward at first. We stood there for a moment, a foot of space between us, two frightened children forced onto a stage. The sounds of the room swirled around us - the soft laughter, the sighs, the rhythmic slap of skin. I made the first move, stepping closer, my hands finding the warm skin of his chest. His muscles were tense beneath my palms. I pressed my whole soft, warm body against his, enjoying the contact, feeling his frightened cock hardening and rising, pressing to the wet slit between my legs that still remembered Jacob's one.

Then we were on one of the mats, a tangle of limbs. His hands were clumsy on my back, his kisses hesitant. He was as inexperienced as I was; I could feel it. But there was no script for this, no manual, except for the raw biological programming that was now taking over. His movements were jerky, but firm. He entered me in several thrusts, almost as if he was testing the waters, and then began to thrust in a frantic, teenage-like rhythm, and I moaned with pleasure and wrapped my legs around him.

I closed my eyes, and I surrendered to the sensation. It was easier than thinking. Easier than fighting. The weight of his body, the heat of his breath, the relentless push and pull, it was a form of escape. I wasn't Maria, the college graduate, the nervous new hire. I was just a body. A conduit for sensation. For a while, it was enough.

Afterwards, David rolled off me, panting. We lay side-by-side, staring at the ceiling. A sheen of sweat coated my skin. His cum was trickling from me, mixing with Jacob's. Two marks now. My mind flickered back to Sylvia's words. A metric. Just a KPI. Nothing to get too personally emotional about.

My eyes found Sylvia. She was participating just like everyone else. A large, muscular man from Unit 137-A was taking her from behind while she ate the pussy of a young, petite woman from 139-B. My manager. My mentor. Her performance was stellar; the video of it would surely get excellent marks on porn sites. The thought sent a weird, vicarious thrill through me. A sense of perverse pride.

David shifted beside me. "That was... okay," he whispered, his voice raspy.

I turned my head to look at him. "Yeah. Okay." The word was a lie. It was better than okay. It was terrifying and electrifying, and I hated myself for enjoying it.

"You need three more," he said, stating the obvious.

"So do you."

He sat up, raking a hand through his hair. He looked at me, then looked around the room, a new resolve settling in his features. The fear was still there, but it was being layered over with something else. Determination. Maybe a glint of the same dark curiosity that had pulled me towards that basement door. "Right," he said, and stood up, walking towards a small group of women who were just finishing a threesome. He was learning.

I stayed on the mat for a minute longer, letting the sensations settle within me. Before I had time to pick my next partner, I felt someone's hand on my hip. I turned to him. A nice bearded man in his forties, beginning to gain weight.

"I'm Sam, inventory manager from 139-B," he introduced himself.

"Maria, junior executive assistant, um, 136-A, welcome," I replied, feeling odd. It was unlike any date I had before. No gradual approaching, no flirting, no testing grounds, no foreplay. Just a short formal introduction before going to the main topic. Very professional. I almost giggled.

He lay on the mat near me and pulled me on top of him.

"Ride me, newbie," he ordered. There was no meanness in his voice, only slight condescension and confidence. I lowered my pussy over him and started riding him. He put both of his hands behind his head and watched me moving, with a slight smile of satisfaction. That's it, it was all me.

"Good, pretty good," he commented, watching my bouncing breasts. "Your form is nice for a beginner." This made me blush even more than I already was. He looked at David, who was already busy with a dark-skinned woman. "Your partner David has more to learn," he continued. "But for you... I think you will be one of our popular ones. A highly sought-after employee."

Popular ones. Sought after. The phrase sent a strange cocktail of dread and a thrill straight to my core. This was a marketplace, and my 'form' was the product on display. He didn't see me, the person. He saw my body, my performance, my potential as a profitable asset. Yet, as I moved on top of him, I found myself trying to make it 'better'. Rolling my hips in a smoother circle, arching my back, taking him deeper, deeper, so he reached my cervix, slowly increasing the rhythm of my thrusts. I felt my vagina tightening, grasping his cock, squeezing it. This was not for me. This was for the evaluation. For him. I was a tool, a thing, but this thing wanted to be rated 'exceeds expectations'. The perversion of it was sickening. And it made the fire in my loins burn brighter.

I was reaching my peak. Moaning quietly. And I felt his hips jerking, his warm cum filling me. We froze for a moment, drowned in the sensations. Then Sam pulled me to him and kissed me.

"Excellent, Maria. It was just excellent."

Then we separated and looked for new partners.

By the end of the hour, I was nearly exhausted. But I did my duty. I had sex with six people in total: David, Sam, a woman named Chloe who tasted of sweat and mint, a quiet, intense man named Alex who made me cum with his fingers alone, another woman named Anya, and finally a huge bald man with a complicated tribal tattoo on his back, whose name I didn't even learn. He took me from behind, holding my hips tightly, and I was just a passive piece of meat being fucked by this strong, muscular animal. All of them left their mark. By the end, my thighs were slick with a cocktail of bodily fluids, a glistening badge of my productivity for the day.

Sylvia announced the end of the session. "Thank you, everyone! Our next team building event is scheduled next week, the same time, the same place, as usual. And now our working day is over. See you tomorrow at 8:00 AM, team!"

People slowly began to drift away, moving towards the shower stall at the far end of the room. I followed them. There were no separate stalls, just a common room with the tiled floor and walls, and a dozen shower heads, so we had to keep the body contact, sharing the showers, helping each other to clean up, to get rid of our marks of performance - just for today, of course. Tomorrow we'll earn new ones. But this particular closeness after a joint group sex was quite... pleasant, it seemed. Nobody looked shyly at each other's bodies; they were too casual. We cleaned each other's nooks and crannies with soap, but it wasn't sexual. It was just hygiene. It felt normal in a deeply unnatural way. We were teammates, and our bodies were just another part of the uniform.

After the shower, I was faced with the reality of the end of the day. Getting dressed. Back into the 'uniform' that seemed far more intimidating now than it had this morning. The thin blouse would offer no comfort, no armor. My body, freshly used by six different people, would be on display again. I felt more naked wearing it than when I was really naked.

***

I was sitting naked in the dressing room, about to put on my street clothes. Now I really appreciate the number being printed on my palm; it has completely slipped my mind. I was overwhelmed with today's experiences. So many things happened. My view of myself was shattered and overturned so many times. First, I thought this was a regular job. Then I thought I was forced into sex. Then I realized... I wanted it. Then I was a professional. And now I was... what?

"Hey," Chloe said. She was sitting on a bench next to me, combing her wet blonde hair. "If I may suggest... Don't put on your stockings and underwear. Your body starts to wean off them, and they will irritate you."

I raised my foot and looked at my black sole. Even after scrubbing under the shower, it remained black.

"Yes... Thank you. And I thought the HR words about employees wearing their uniforms out of the work were an overstatement..."

Chloe laughed. "It takes a week or so. Then you'll find you like it. To be honest, at home I have only three sets of clothes: two sets of the uniform, and one holiday set to go out for the weekends. Just as revealing, really. And I am always naked at home, of course."

That was weird. But when I thought more, it was perfectly logical here. To be more comfortable in your everyday job, you should get accustomed to being comfortable in fewer and fewer clothes.

"I see. And about that... Do you have any instructions for me? For the next days? I feel a bit... lost."

"It's quite simple, actually. For the next week, just follow the schedule. It's in your tablet, it will tell you when to take the next training tutorial, when to take a coffee break, and when to go for lunch. Just do what the others are doing. How to better do your work assignments. After a week or so, the schedule will start to feel quite liberating. No excess freewill, you know. You just do what you're told. You'll just have to get used to it."

Liberating to have your whole day scheduled in the finest detail? Weird. But a kind of weirdness that began making a perverted sense to me.

I smiled, putting on the clothes in which I came here in the morning. They felt unnatural, too close, too hot, too heavy. But I was not ready to come home in my work uniform yet. Maybe tomorrow.

"And, let me guess..." I looked at Chloe. "The Correction Room in the basement, the team building event... Isn't all that awaits me here?"

She laughed. "You haven't seen even five percent of it yet! But I won't tell you now. You'll find it out by yourself, step by step."

I nodded. Well, it just adds to the thrill and fun. I remembered Linda's words. It surely does.

***

As I walked home, the city felt unreal. The honking cars, the distant wail of a siren, the crowd of strangers on the sidewalk - all of it seemed like a movie set I'd stumbled into. I was a ghost in their world. My skin still felt the phantom touch of six different pairs of hands. The fabric of my clothes felt rough and abrasive, chafing the skin that was still slick and tender. Every step was a reminder. My body was a public record now, a ledger of the day's transactions.

I let myself into my small apartment, the familiar scent of my own air, my own things, a comforting shock to the system. I locked the door, leaning against it for a long moment, just breathing. Here, in this space, it felt like a dream. A terrifying, lucid dream. I looked at my reflection in the dark window. My face looked the same, but my eyes... they were different. Deeper. Haunted. Or maybe, illuminated. I couldn't tell.

I looked at my palm. The barcode and the number were still there. It was not a dream. It was my new life.

I already longed for tomorrow's shift.