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I mentally scolded myself for even thinking that dirty. So what that I got away without a harassment charge for kissing an employee? It was a one time thing. He seemed to enjoy it as well. My mind was perverted but boundaries existed for a reason. I looked to the guy I kissed, his attitude had changed dramatically since we talked.

He no longer glanced my way, and actually seemed invested in whatever they were talking about. "So Jim, what is it like to be class 1?" I blinked realizing they had actually roped me in to a conversation. The muscled behemoths were all looking at me, much more natural around me. "Well?"

I smiled and answered truthfully, "I only just got the job. I don't really understand what all I'm allowed to do really. Got hired just yesterday actually." Some guys looked around at each other disbelieving, the one who had talked to me was smirking. "What?" I chuckled a little, trying to understand what was so special.

"Dude, you seriously have never been in the program?" I nodded confused. "Woah, you must be perfect then for them to promote you to tier 1 first day no less." The other guys nodded, as if to show emphasis. "I have been working here for almost five years and am still just a tier twelve."

I opened my mouth just to close it. Five years? And they were that many numbers below me? "Wow. I- huh. What does the job entail then?" The guy chuckled and leaned forward as if sharing a secret. Which in a sense, it is.

"All of us are tasked with Facility G, so we are making the trouble makers more docile." I nodded, knowing that was common knowledge. "The way we do it, however, is a bit unorthodox." My brows furrowed as he leaned in even further. "We make them gay with a few quirks to boot." The guy winked and slid back to his seat. "You still ready for that job?"

I felt my heart thud in my chest as I stared him over. My job was to make patients gay? "Oh yeah he is. He kissed me earlier even without this knowledge." The guy sounded so proud even to my confused brain. "Even called me a good boy." There were some oo's and annoyed huffs around the table as I contemplated what this meant for me. Would I really enjoy this?

Who am I kidding, I will. It just becomes the question of what are my limits? "So what all can I do?"

Everyone answered at once, their voices loud in the small cabin, "Anything."

I looked back up to the guys, my smile slightly ****. "So if I told you all to strip for me?" I blinked when someone immediately stood, his shirt coming off quickly. "Wait!" I stared at his muscled chest, my mouth slacking a bit. His pecs were large and distracting, his nipples hard. I could barely breath when I noticed a trail of hair from his naval down to his covered groin.

"Attention all passengers. We are approaching destination in less than five. Please remain seated as we prepare to land." I looked back to the group of guys who were all smiling at me. I smiled back, now finally understanding what my rank would allow me to do. To a degree at least.