Interviewer's office, fifth floor

As you step beside the receptionist, she presses the button for the fifth floor and the door silently slides shut behind you. Now that you're right next to the lady, you can tell that she does have a cock, barely contained by her business pants; you reach over and grope her slightly, feeling her length. She breathes in sharply and smiles. "As much as I'd love to fuck you right now, this is going to be a very short elevator ride. In fact, I believe this is your floor." You look up at the illuminated sign and see that you have indeed just arrived on the fifth floor; you compose yourself and try to radiate professionalism as the elevator door opens.

The receptionist squeezes your ass as you walk out of the elevator and look around; as she returns to the ground floor, you find yourself in a short hallway lined with doors. You quickly spot the placard on one that says "Mr. Leonard - Interviews" and push the door open. Inside, you see an office decorated in the same sparse style as the rest of the building; a few artsy black-and-white prints of women's gaping assholes and pussies dripping cum decorate one wall, but the rest of the room is largely unadorned. You almost scoff at the boring subject material, but you stop yourself before you ruin your chances with the interview.

Mr. Leonard himself is seated at a desk made of black glass, through which you can see a naked girl about your age with dark skin loudly deepthroating the interviewer. He searches through a pile of papers on his desk quickly and looks at you; he's a white man in his mid-40s with glasses and a short sculpted beard that frames his face nicely. "Alex Lee?" he asks rhetorically. You nod and sit down.

"First of all, I'd just like to say it's such an honor to have the opportunity to work at Custom-" you begin, but Mr. Leonard interrupts you with a wave. "Ah, don't worry about all that." He shrugs laconically. "Look, just so you know, you got the job. We get so many commissions we don't really need to get specific types of employee, so this is really more of a formality than anything else. Our whole business model is molding girls to fit our clients' needs, you really thought this would be a standard run-of-the-mill interview?"

You sag in your seat in relief. "Thank god, I was really starting to get stressed out... uh, sorry about that, then." You chuckle.

"Oh, no problem!" Mr. Leonard smiles. "Look, it's good to know you're enthusiastic for the job. A lot of girls, like Sandra here -" he motions at the girl under his desk- "just came here because they knew they'd get hired. No passion at all." In the reflective surface of the glass desk, you see the girl - Sandra - roll her eyes and silently commiserate with her annoyance. "Girls like you are much easier to break, which is obviously great for customer satisfaction."

"About that," you begin. "I obviously read all of Custom's PR stuff when you were researching the job, but I'm still not exactly clear on how exactly you produce human dolls to customers' specifications. Do you think you could tell me a little about what I'll be going through?"

He nods. "That seems pretty reasonable. So, how it works is all our girls live here at the office doing standard work at first - kind of like an internship. When we get new commissions or we release a new consumer product line, girls who are already pretty close to the specs are selected for modification. You with me so far?"

You nod. "So you have to do less work, right? With you so far."

"That and it'd be pretty weird if we were to alter a girl's race or biological sex to match an order," he elaborates. "I mean, it's not unheard of if we don't have enough stock to fulfill all orders just the way we'd like to, but that rarely happens. Anyway, when we're ready to modify the girls, we send them to the surgical floor - we call it the Lab - to get all the body-mods done before the mental stuff." He scratches his chin and reaches down to tweak Sandra's position briefly. "Then we do a regimen for the mindbreak stuff if the client wants a custom thought process - a solid week or two of hypno and brutal **** more or less 24/7, depending on the girl. After that, you'll pretty much be good to ship out. All our clients pay subscription fees, we keep our cut and sent your pay to your family - or to you if the client lets you be independent, some people do that."

"Most of that makes sense, but why do you go through all the trouble of the mindbreak stuff instead of just brainfucking the girls?" you ask, confused.

"Some clients want brainsluts, but usually it's easier to load in mental states or give the girls a script if they're lucid," Mr. Leonard explains. "Some customers want a doll who plays hard to get, or pretends to struggle." He slides some papers off the desk to you, along with a pen. "Anyway, you're definitely a good fit for the company. If you'll just fill all of these out, you can get started here today."

You happily fill out the forms and slide them back over. As you do, you notice Mr. Leonard grunt with pleasure and grab Sandra's head, yanking it up to hilt in her throat as he cums. He sighs happily as the girl pulls away. "Ah, that hit the spot. Sandra, could you show miss Lee to your office, please?"

Sandra nods as she laboriously swallows, her throat probably bruised from the pounding. You follow her back over to the elevator, excited to start your first day at work.