The Boss's office

Your mind races as you grab the door handle and slowly pull it open. Did your escort just call that man "The Boss"? You gulp as you step through the threshold and in to the room. If this is the Rocket boss, you have to be extremely careful.

You haven't even taken more than two steps into the room when the others notice you. The Boss taps the shoulder of the woman riding him, prompting her to stop her gyrating and get up off the dick she's been riding. By the time she takes her place kneeling in front of him, the two women on the other couch have stopped their lovemaking and are watching him intently as well.

Taking a couple nervous steps closer, you take a better look at the women in front of you. They are all, of course, nude, except for a collar and a pink tag like yours. The one who was just riding The Boss's dick, now kneeling on the floor, is a petite blonde with the largest belly of the four. She keeps a hand atop her very round belly as she takes the moment to catch her breath, getting her wind back after all the work her body was just doing.

The two on the opposite couch are less gravid but still both visibly pregnant, each at least several months along. One, a curvy redhead, has breasts that seem comparable to yours. The other has short, straight, brown hair framing a round face. She leans back on the couch, bringing her hands up to her small but very round and full breasts, pinching and pulling both of her nipples until a dribble of milk leaks from each of them. Relieving the pressure must feel good, as a sign of relief washes over her face.

Still seated next to The Boss is a cheerful-looking girl with wavy, medium length green hair and thin glasses with round frames. She is the least pregnant of the four but her stomach does have a slight bulge and her breasts are visibly round and heavy. She begins to offer her breasts to him but when she notices you she backs away, letting him take charge of the situation.

You stop approaching when you notice all five pairs of eyes now pointed in your direction. Unsure how to appropriately introduce yourself in this situation, you simply stand there awkwardly with your jaw hanging open, almost as if your mouth is readying to form words that never materialize.

The Boss instead breaks the tension for you. "Oh good, the new girl is here already. Come over and join us," he offers, patting the empty spot on the couch next to him, opposite the girl with the round glasses. You nod, nervously shuffling over and plopping your bare ass onto the couch. You sink further into the soft cushions than you intend to, and combined with The Boss's arm wrapping around you and holding your shoulder softly but firmly in his large hand you feel immediately locked into the situation with no wiggle room to escape. You look to the other girls in the room, searching for any stress on their faces as an excuse for the panic simmering inside you to burst out to the surface, but you find none. You do notice, however, that the pink tags on their collars aren't all quite the same. They all have a black heart on them with a red number in the middle. The one on her knees in front of you has a "1", as does the redhead seated on the other couch. The brunette seated next to her has a "2". The girl in the glasses has a "4".

"Yes, I think I'm gonna like you," The Boss comments as he stares up and down your body. "As long as you're a good girl I'll treat you right," he adds. You smile meekly and nod, staring doe-eyed at him to gain his sympathy. You'd hate to find out what awaits you if, as his words imply, you aren't a "good girl" for him. "Amber, was it?" You nod again. "You look even more stunning in person. I'm glad I requested for you to come here."

So your suspicion is confirmed. The Rocket Boss saw your file in their system and personally requested you join him and the other slaves that attend to him.

"Now then," The Boss continues as he lifts his arm off your shoulder and rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a strong squeeze. "Let's see if you have a long future here with me."