Employee #H0135, Corporate Whore

Stepping out of the shower, you grab your towel drying off your body. The GNOMECO logo is tattooed on your left arm, and your employee mark is tattooed along your clavicle, H0135. The H denotes your status as a human in GNOMECO while the number is your identifier. However due to your job at the company and the reading of your employee number, most of GNOMECO’s employees refer to you as ‘Holes.’

You get your uniform on after drying off. The uniform is just a blue bikini with the GNOMECO logo on your right tit and your crotch. You leave your apartment and walk down the hall. Your apartment building is attached to GNOMECO HQ, so you almost never leave the grounds anymore. Gnomes bustle around, the mornings are always busy gnomes trying to make their meetings or other humans making coffee runs.

Your mornings always start with reporting to your superior. George is head of GR, gnome resources, and he gives you a list of gnomes who are deserving of a reward. {if tempBool==false}You try not to laugh, looking at George’s proudly displayed DVDs. A disc for ‘Teens Blow Blacks VII’ is propped up in a glass case on his desk. {endif}“Good morning, Holes. I’m sending you down to R&D, Barry down there had a breakthrough on the algorithm for seat planning on the modular seating planes.” The gnomes are a race of tinkerers, they’ve really taken to the advances in human technology. They’ve worked on making new advances but also changing modern tech to accommodate monsters. One of those things is modular seating on airplanes that way nobody gets more room on a plane just for being smaller. This new algorithm is meant to make it easier for airlines to plan where to put the modular seats to maximize the number of passengers.

This won’t be your first time rewarding Barry. The little genius seems to always be inventing or solving something that impresses the higher ups. “Hello?” you ask as you knock on Barry’s open door.

“Holes! It’s always a pleasure,” Barry turns. He has his lab coat on instead of the normal gnomish tunic, but he still is wearing the usual red cone hat.

You kneel down next to him, so you’re at eye level with him. “This is starting to be a regular thing,” you say brushing the side of Barry’s face.

“Well they just keep sending my muse down,” he says rubbing your arm, “And after a visit from muse I get inspired, so they send my muse down again.” You blush at Barry calling you his muse. He leans in kissing you, his beard rubbing against your soft skin. He pushes against you, and you follow his lead, laying on your back.

He pulls your uniform bottoms off, before running his fingers along your exposed slit. He undoes his lab coat and tugs down on his pants freeing his cock. Barry is hung … for a gnome. You know plenty of humans, or even other monsters, are bigger than Barry, but as far as gnomes go Barry is one of the largest at GNOMECO.

You hug your legs to your chest, and Barry lines up his cock. He hugs your legs, and plunges into you. You moan as the scientist fucks you for the 4th, or is this the 5th, time this month. Barry’s beard rubs against the backside of your legs as he fucks you deeply. You moan as you hear a buzzing, and feel Barry pressing a small vibrator against your sex.

You cum from the combined effort of Barry and his toy. Your pussy clamps around the gnomish cock, and Barry tenses up shooting his seed into you. Your legs fall to the side and Barry collapses atop you, laying along your torso. “I better start working on my next big thing,” Barry says circling his fingers around your nipple, “that way they send you back down here again.”

After leaving Barry’s office, you go about your normal routine. You deliver things between offices and departments. Occasionally you’re sent to get coffee or lunch. You were just finishing your own lunch when the intercom sounds out, “H-0-1-3-5 please report to GR, H-0-1-3-5 please report to GR.” You take your tray over to the trash dumping what’s left. And make your way back to George’s office.

“Holes, good news,” George starts as soon as you enter the office. “You’re getting a promotion.” A promotion? You’ve never heard of a human getting promoted at GNOMECO. Does this mean you won’t be running errands or fucking gnomes for the company? “After your visit today, Barry finished the design for splitting energy crystals. He just made a lot of money for gnome-kind. He’s getting a handsome bonus and a huge raise, but he also had a special request.”

Wow, Barry wasn’t kidding about working on his next big thing. Energy crystals are a big deal around here, they blow human forms of energy out of the water. Splitting energy crystals could mean they can be used for smaller projects. They could power a car instead of just charging it at home. Barry’s name is going to go down in history.

“He wants you,” George continues.

“Wants me?” you ask. You’ve never rewarded the same gnome twice in one day, but you guess if anything deserves it. But what does this have to do with a promotion?

“So we’re giving you to him. He’s going to take you home with him tonight. You’ll be on GNOMECO payroll, but you won’t come into the office. Your only job will be keeping Barry happy at home.” You’re stunned at the news. Your promotion is to “housewife?”

You finish packing a bag of the essentials. George said they’d have the rest of your stuff delivered to Barry’s house. You hear the door open and Barry walks into your apartment. “Hey, you ready?”

Barry guides you to the parking garage. You’ve never been to this part of the complex. You get in his car with him, the driver’s seat sitting remarkably high to accommodate the gnomish height. You stare out the window as Barry drives you to his house. You freeze up when you pass by what used to be your house. It’s overgrown, you had looked it up online before so you knew a hive of forest nymphs had moved in, but it was different seeing it in person.

“Holes,” he kind of pauses for a second and you look at him, “actually no. What’s your real name?”

You pause for a second. It had been so long since anybody called you anything besides Holes or H0135. “Holly,” you answer.

“Holly, I like it.” You blush as Barry pulls into his driveway.