Mail Room Girl > Office Whore

You enter the company building, nod a greeting to the receptionist and walk to the milky glass door with the letters

Recreation and Relaxation Department.

Pull your Plastic Identification Card though the reader beside the door. It’s no longer a self laminated print with your name on it, it's a professional Identification with an RFID Chip allowing you access to all and every part of the company buildings. You and your colleagues from R&R are the very few employees not in the upper management level with this kind of master key, because your services are required by literally everyone in the company. You put the card back into its holster you tied around your left thigh like a garter – you may not wear anything else in your job for long stretches of time, but you always need that. Smile every time you use it. It makes yor feel really important. Because you are.

Ever since your department started a year ago with just you, your boss and his assistant, productivity and moral in the company have sky-rocketed. Never have the employees been so well motivated and contend - and a happy worker is a good worker, as is your department's motto. Demand has almost immediately been higher than even you with your almost unlimited will to serve and use your female body for the company's benefit could provide, so your Department has grown.

You pass the two doors of the Department heads.

Vice President Recreation and Relaxation.

Senior Executive Manager Recreation and Relaxation

Your boss and his Assistant have fallen up the ladder in the past year - handling the department that has been identified and honoured as raising the company's productivity that much made them two of the most regarded men in the hierarchy.

You walk into the dressing room and greet the R’n’R’s, as the company lingo calls them. Well. The official Company Lingo. The term the employees use among themselves is – cruder. You smile. And look at the tattoo on your lower back in a dressing room mirror

Chief

Office Mattress

In curly cursive, with hearts and handcuffs and the Company Logo as background. You had it made very early on, after you noticed the term Office Mattress got stuck when people talked about you. You loved it. You know it wasn’t meant derogatory it just put you into your place and it’s a place you very much enjoyed being in. So you stood up for it and made it official. Adding the “Chief” on top when the other girls got hired and the hierarchy among you girls was settled.

Everyone's here already – the others still use the changing room to actually change into their clothes, not daring to venture out in the company's R'n'R uniform yet. You don’t mind. You're proud to present yourself in it. You turn around and look at yourself in the mirror frontally.

A tiny tube top, just wide enough to cover nipples but not enough to reach all the the way up or down, leaving a hot view of neckline and under-boobs. A tight, super short skirt, not fully covering your ass, revealing you’re not wearing panties every time you bend over just slightly. Knee High, 15-centimer Stiletto boots. Not made for walking, thank goodness you spend most of your job on your back or knee. All clothes in the company colours. On your right tit embroidered is the company logo, on your left “R&R”. And on your skirt, right on your crotch, a Gold star as rank insignia for the Chief. Yes, you look like a hooker. But not just any hooker. A hooker in the service of the best company in world! And you’re proud of it. You have a job that is useful, important. Satisfying. And you get recognition for it. Which is so much more than you ever had as man. You are glad you got the opportunity to change your life to this – for the better. And you’re so glad you did not throw this chance away just to get back into your pathetic male life and body. Your life is perfect.

“Good Morning girls!”

You put your purse into your locker and greet everyone personally, with a hot passionate kiss. You're aware of your duties in the role as a senior R ‘n’ R, keeping up morals among the girls is one of the major ones.

The Senior Executive Manager enters your changing room unannounced – privacy is not a privilege of your job. Some of the girl had some hesitation to follow the lead of an 18 year old – now 19 – just because he has a fancy title. But that’s not all he has. The former intern whose virginity you took so shortly before he became your superior has grown from a scrawny shy nerd into a confident, professional, authoritative man, more than worthy of his position. He had a pretty notable boost of confidence from getting laid by you and after that helped him into a position of power his true nature got to bloom. He's a leader. A natural Alpha, worthy of controlling his “stable of company fillies” as he likes to call you.

You look at him admiringly. You have a bigger crush on the VP – a man with authority AND maturity - but his air of superiority, confidence and power makes the young man one you willingly and eagerly submit to. It can't do any harm to have a crush on both your bosses, can it?

“Morning, fillies!”

You and the girls stand in a row in front your lockers to receive the morning briefing. This seems almost military – he introduced it. You like it, it gives this career an even more official feel. He walks up and down the line to inspect your outfits. Nothing to complain, as most days. The girls stand at attention – a rainbow of diversity. The hiring process paid a lot of attention to having a pool of choices to match as many tastes and needs as possible – beside you stand a black woman, an Asian, a Latina and a pale Redhead. Aged from 18 (the Black girl) to 38 (the Latina), body types from petite (the Asian) muscular (the black girl) to voluptuously curvy (the Latina).

After inspecting the outfits – and groping his girls for good measure – the Executive hands each of you her company cell phone with the uploaded schedule for today. Downgrading from tablet to phone makes it easier to keep on yourself – in another garter-like holster at your other thigh. As well as keep up communication. You still prefer text messages - as does your young Exec, but the VP is old fashioned and likes to call you to inform you about changers of schedule whenever he gets involved in the daily business.

Thy young man hands the Asian girl her phone.

"Private Morning Breeding with the VP?"

She looks at him questioningly, he takes a peek at her schedule.

" 'Briefing'. Sorry. Stupid spell check."

You chuckle softly. More like a Freudian slip, you reckon. She smiles, steps out of the line and leaves. It’s a privilege and an honour that she she gets picked for often - he has a thing for Asians it seems.

Last, he gives you your phone.

“Lexi, don't forget we have the first round of job interviews starting at 11. Don't be late.”

“Of course, Sir.”

You smile. You're not officially management, just a member of the ground crew office mattresses. But as the highest ranking, you have a say in the process of hiring a new girl. You don't decide, but your opinion and advice is heard by your two male superiors. And you very much appreciate how they respect you like this.

The other girls get dismissed, you stay for a quick personal briefing with the Senior Exec, sitting down on the bench in front of your locker, taking his young hard cock into your mouth and sucking it off for only two or thee minutes until he shoots into your mouth with a grunt. You love how he’s able to control himself. He still has the impressive stamina he showed when you deflowered him, he can last for an hour - and he does when he has time using you at the end of a day for debriefing. In the morning, he is able to come quick, on command. You smile up at him, lick your lips and kiss him passionately. He doesn't like doing that in front of the others – his idea of privacy are a bit strange, he thinks kissing is too personal. You oblige to his youthful fancy and keep kissing in private.

He dismisses you, too and you you smilingly take the elevator to your first appointment. The day starts with to quick blowjobs. You like it that way, it gives you chance to get warm up - literally, your little pussy gets to operating temperature easily servicing on your knees. And most your your users like to start their morning like this, too, with a quick blowjob to get in a good mood, not a tiring full on fuck.

Number thee is a female user - you've come to enjoy eating your colleagues' pussies just as much as eating cock and when your number four awaits you - your favoured user of all - you’re ready to come. And you do. The man spends the whole half hour he booked you for on his knees between your legs as he always does. Making you cum three times. You pat his head smiling. You had thought he'd eventfully go the next step when he first booked you on your very first day on the job, but he never did. He just thoroughly enjoys eating you out.

You have one more appointment, your fist vaginal one of the day, a quick ten minute number bend over his desk in his coffee break.

After that, just enough time for a snack - you are famished - and a coffee before you head back down the ground floor, through the milky glass R&R door and to the VP’s office.

The anteroom is filled with six nervous looking black women. More or less sexily dressed, aged 19 to 39, varying body types. The colour of their skin ways the only prerequisite, as the demand for black R’n’R’s has exceeded the ability to satisfy them all of the one black girl in your stable.

“Good Morning, Ladies."

You nod to the applicants. To your boss’ secertary.

“He’s expecting you, Lexi”

You smile, knock on his door and enter.

The VP and the 19 year old Senior Exec smile at you as the older man addresses you.

”There you are. Good morning. How was your day so far, Lexi."

You smile back.

“Can’t complain. Very satisfying.”

"Good, good. We have two Five Star reviews already for you again. You won't lose your top spot in the stables any time soon."

You feel yourself blush. Professional pride. You love the feeling.

“Alright then, we're just going through the application forms again. Come her and have a look, will you."

You walk behind his desk, sit on his lap and look at the forms. It's the standard procedure when you got to actually work with him. You move your hips and feel his cock grow in his pants. Just teasing, you know he doesn't want anything more before a round of interviews, there's more than enough work for his rock hard cock in the next hours.

You look over the forms. Each has a set of full body nude photos attached - the girls know that they’re applying for – three of them come from within the company. You mostly fill open positions in your stable internally with company employees. Your salary, your status and of course the non-stop sex you get in your job are enough motivation for - a certain type of girl to make a lateral move from boring office work to R&R. And of course it’s easier to train a new girl if she’s seen what your job entails.

The other three are external applicants – you don't officially announce the open position outside the company but somehow it always gets around. Two were sex workers, the other a stay at home Mom whose kids are now going their own ways looking for a new careerer.

You smile at the variety of a women applying to be company whores. Deep inside you've come to the conclusion in your one year as a woman, that there's a slut in almost every woman. Buried deep inside sometimes. You wonder if yours was open on the surface due to the curse or if you were always a whore, even as a man. Then shake your head. You don't usually think about your past as a man any more. Ever. It's too far gone. So sad. Your new life is so much better.

“I'm very much looking forward to that one” the 19 year old says, bends over to have a good look at the form of the 39 yr old MILF. He definitely picked a favourite already – doesn't surprise you, he has a clear thing for older women, just as the VP has one for younger ones. Which is why our opinion as senior R‘n'R – Chief Office Mattress - so often actually tips the scales, despite not being an official vote.

“Then lets start with her”, you recommend and the two men agree. Call her in. You three all kiss her on the mouth, and after a few minutes of small talk you reach the important part of the job interview, with the black MILF kneeling on the floor in front of the VP's huge desk, the older man in her pussy, the younger in her mouth to prove her skills and dedication to the job she wants and you rubbing your swollen, pulsating clit, judging her talent and performance.

You love that kind of power. You love your job. You love your life.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.]