A mega corporation led by eccentric billionaires and he'll be the lowest class of worker.

Despite all his efforts K-T didn't manage to find anything better than a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and some sneakers in his wardrobe, underwear of any kind being a distant memory. It was a good thing that he'll get some clothes or an uniform at work even if it would probably cost him a good part of his first paycheck, it would let him stay decent at work even with his parents refusing to buying him any clothes.

Getting up early enough to be ready in front of the door at 6:30 was the hardest part of it all and K-T washed down his breakfast with an energy drink to stay awake.

At 6:30 on the dot the convertible of his aunt parked in front of the house and he rushed to get inside.

"I know I told you that you would get clothes, but didn't you have anything better to wear?" she remarked.

"I'm sorry aunt Jill, this is the best I have, to be honest it is pretty much all I have left. Mom doesn't want to buy me anymore clothes until I get a job but I don't even have a full outfit to wear for an interview." he apologized.

"At least you are punctual, there might be something we can work with in you. Don't expect a cushy well paid job where you don't have anything to do though. I called in a favor to get you this job at HuMil Corp, but you'll have to start at the bottom of the ladder as an F class employee. So do your job well and don't do anything that would make me look bad." She told him as she sped off in the streets.

"HuMil Corp, really ? And what's an F class employee? What kind of job did you get me?" he asked.

"The corporation is named after its founders Gerald Hubbard and Anton Miller, they still lead the company so please always remain respectful of them. I can't tell you your exact job, F class workers are the lowest rank in the company and are assigned to different departments as needed. You will take orders from anyone that outranks you, which is everyone who is not also F class. Before you ask, the clothes you get will depend on the job and department you are assigned to." She explained.

"Wait, does that mean that if they keep moving me around from department to department I will get billed for each of the different uniforms?" he asked, sensing that the financial situation was even worse than expected.

"Probably, but only once since you'll get to keep those clothes in case you have to work at the same job again later. I'm sure we'll find something you are at least semi competent at and a department that will want to keep you at some point."She added.

About 45 minutes later they arrived at the bottom of a huge skyscraper where Jill left her car, throwing her keys to a valet to park it. K-T followed her inside of the hobby. He noticed that his aunt had clipped a security badge on her clothes with er name, picture and a big bold red B on it.

Everyone in the lobby was wearing a badge of the same type and K-T's eyes were darting around to spot some F class workers to get a preview of the kind of jobs he could get. The security guards in their dark suits were D class, the receptionist E class as were a bunch of random office workers arriving for work.

He finally spotted two people that were F class, both of them women. The first one was a middle aged curvy Hispanic woman cleaning the floor with a mop and one of those rolling buckets, she was wearing some slightly blue tinted see through plastic overalls, with nothing underneath and only three spots a bit blurrier than the rest in front of her crotch and tits, the boots part were even part of it leaving her feet visible through the material.

The second one was some sort of courrier carrying a bunch of of mail in her arms, a younger woman with long red hair coming from under her cap. Her entire outfit consisted of a baseball cap with the company name on it, a pair of ridiculously high heels and three patches of fabric. About the size of an A4 paper sheet there was one in front of her chest, leaving her back bare, one in front of her crotch horizontally and one on her ass. Not only was it clear that she had nothing under it, the only way they could hold up was because the edges of it looked like glued to her skin leaving a gap along her thighs.

"This is your visitor badge, don't lose it. You'll get your real security badge as soon as you sign your contract. We're going to HR to get you registered." said his aunt as she clipped a badge on his t-shirt and led him to the elevator.

She pressed the button to the 69th floor and the high speed elevator sped up to get them there. K-T was conflicted by what he saw, on one hand working around a bunch of women wearing barely anything would be enjoyable, but on the other he wondered what they would have him wear if he got the same job as them.