Debriefing

Kate and Lauren walked back to the elevator in silence, the sounds of their feet on the marble tile echoing again throughout the hall.

"I didn't even get his name." Lauren muttered as they came upon the elevator.

"John." Kate said. "John Oakbridge. He's uh... well. He's very good at what he does."

"I'll say." Lauren said, dreamily. Then, with a blush and a shake of her head, she stammered. "I... I mean."

"I get what you mean." Kate said, grinning. "He seemed to like you. That's... good and bad."

"Oh?" Lauren said as the elevator slowed to a crawl.

"Yes. First off..." the door opened, and Lauren followed Kate into an empty area. The door that Kate had badged open with her ... hips earlier was there. "I need to show you this."

Kate held up her watch, and colors filled Lauren's vision. Lauren stumbled sideways, catching herself on the wall.

"Testing." Kate said, grinning. "Hello, Lauren."

Lauren braced, but the compulsion didn't return. "Oh. OH! Egg Scrambler. Got it."

"Yup, exactly. Doesn't mean they can't do it to you again, though, so stay clear."

Lauren nodded, her breasts bouncing. She absentmindedly cupped them.

"So. Tomorrow, we'll need you here at 8 AM sharp. You'll need to use the employee parking in B1... I'm sure you'll figure out why. Don't forget your badge. I don't think we can get you chipped tomorrow, so you'll have to put up with it for a few days more."

"I had forgotten it was there," Lauren laughed, shifting her hips.

"So I heard. Got one at home, you said?" Kate grinned.

Lauren blushed beet red again. "Oh god, I told him..."

"Don't worry. We're sex positive, remember?" Kate grinned. "Besides, tomorrow we're gonna give you a personality test."

"Personality test. Goodie." Kate beeped the door with her pussy, leading Lauren down the hallway again. They passed the room where the conditioning took place at, but took a turn away from the lobby Lauren had entered in. A small room, with a door to the outside, awaited her.

"Oh, and here." Kate handed Lauren a large bag moments after a familiar latino woman handed it to her. "Your purse, clothes, and new hire packet. You'll want to read through it tonight when you have time."

"Clothes!" Lauren said, laughing. "Thank god. For a while there I thought I was going to have to drive home just like this."

Kate's face was stone. "Well then. Have a nice day Lauren. Welcome to the team."

"Thanks." Lauren smiled as Kate walked briskly away, leaving her alone in the small room, a door closing behind her.

With that, Lauren sighed and shook her head, looking at herself in a mirror on one of the walls. She was a sight -- her hair splayed across her face. Her face flush with embarrassment and arousal. She glanced down at her body in the mirror, idly bemused to find herself striking a pose -- for herself -- the conditioning not caring who was looking, just that someone was. Her nipples were still rock hard, her pubic hair matted. Her skin glistened with sweat (and more).

"Ok." She thought to herself. "Weird. But amazing pay. And a building full of perverts. But real positive change. I can do this." She turned to her bag and pulled an Alternative Systems T-Shirt out with a flourish.

Of course, she'd never put it on, she thought to herself as she stared at it. She was permanently nude.

The thought settled in her mind as she stared at the shirt in confusion. Of course, she didn't wear clothes, but she couldn't go home without putting something on, so obviously...

Well, obviously, she'd have to go home nude, because she didn't wear clothes. Ever.

"No, no, no." Lauren muttered. "That's enough fun for now, I have to go home."

She went to put the shirt on. But, of course, she didn't. And wouldn't. The thought was the most boring common sense she had ever had. The sky is blue. Birds fly. I don't wear clothes.

Ok. She thought. They forgot to tell me to get dressed when I'm going home. Not a huge deal. She turned and tugged on the door. It didn't budge.

Door buzzer, she thought. She slapped her hip against it. It beeped, but flashed red instead of green.

The door didn't open.

"No, no, no." She tugged on the door again, slapping her hand against it. It was solid wood, and all doing so did was cause her breasts to jiggle with the effort.

"FUCK." She muttered to herself as she took a step back.

Now what?