It goes as it usually does

Suddenly glad she had masturbated earlier, Danielle entered the small alcove, little more then a desk with monitors behind it. The woman was seated behind, at a computer, and was fiddling with something on it.

"Just stand there..." the woman said, pointing at the blank white wall behind Danielle, a camera suddenly in hand as she stood. Confronted with the opportunity, Danielle did what came naturally as she stood into place: she smiled and posed, her shoulders pressed into her chest, pushing her breasts up. The woman laughed as the camera flashed.

"I like that trick too!" She said as she sat back at the computer, grabbing something from a card-writer behind the desk. "Let's see how it turned out..." the woman said, gesturing Danielle over. The image came out looking dangerously similar to something in a mens magazine. The woman actually giggled! "Don't worry, we'll just use the face..." She said, strangely mischievously.

"What'll happen to the whole picture?" Danielle asked as the woman suddenly busied herself on the computer, though her sudden closeness made Danielle lean over to watch, a hand on the womans shoulder. She retracted the hand a moment later and stood straight, regretting not having time to masturbate a second time that morning. She rapidly moved to the other side of the desk and started looking around innocently. She noticed someone come in through the front door.

"Here you go!" the woman suddenly said, standing from he seat and holding out a card on a lanyard. Danielle grabbed it greedily. "The system is kinda new..." the woman started "... since the whole terrorist thing..." The woman looked guilty as she spoke, but brightened up as she moved closer to Danielle. "Ah!" She suddenly shouted at the man Danielle had spied earlier. "Dave!" The woman was waving the man over and moving closer to him at the same time, dragging Danielle along.

"Yeah?" The man said as he stood in button up shirt, slacks, and tie, and while it took her a moment, Danielle suddenly recognized one of the men who had interviewed her. Older, hair white despite a face that said forty, Dave was taller then Danielle, even in her heels. He had an imposing stare and had been tough to read, but apparently she had done well enough with him.

"Your new hire." The woman said, presenting Danielle who did her best to smile despite her sudden anxiety.

"Thanks Anya." Dave said, and the woman quickly returned to the desk in the lobby, passing him. "You're early." He said to Danielle, face deadpan. "Follow me." He took a few long strides and flicked a badge like the one Danielle had been handed on a device near a door, causing it to flash green, and opened the door next to it. Danielle quickly followed him, dick crying out with every long stride, but he stopped her as she approached. "You'll need to swipe." Danielle quickly remedied her mistake, and followed into the stairwell.

"Sorry..." Danielle said, apologizing for the mistake as she stared at him from below, already a few steps up. He turned back and Danielle couldn't help but watch as his legs flexed beneath his pants. A thought crossed her mind about a wife.

"Oh, I suspect you'll be a popular one." Dave finally chuckled and immediately continued his assent. Danielle rushed to catch up, but he was already opening the door at the second floor into another mini-lobby. "I'll show you your desk, then you can wait 'till orientation for everyone else." he said as he gestured her in, and she found herself surrounded by doors. Washrooms on either side, one next to stairs, the other an elevator. Large doors consumed a wall, entering into what looked like a cafeteria. The final wall was missing, rather peeking into meeting rooms surrounded by cubical walls.

Dave darted through the cubes professionally, finally stopping near a wall, Danielle breathing a sigh of relief she could see him over the short walls. Two men already sat in the four person cube, another two set up in a two man cube next to windows, though only one seat was occupied there. "Who's this!?" one of the already seated said, spinning from his monitor to look at Danielle, who shrank from his leer.

"Calm down Steven. She's a new hire. Danielle." Dave said, same deadpan voice as ever. "Take care of her until orientation. Until then, help her log in and do training or something." As quickly as he had appeared at the cubes doorstep, Dave was gone, leaving Danielle. Finally the cubes other member turned to face her, and his eyes widened, though the quickly drew down to slits.

"You're sitting there." He said, pointing to one of the unoccupied seats, a name plate hanging on the wall that had 'DANIELLE JOHNSON' engraved on it. Danielle couldn't help but frown at him for stating the obvious, though she earned a smile in return before he quickly turned back to his computer.

"Don't worry about him..." Steven said suddenly chummy, his curly rustled brush of brown hair hanging over an angular face. "Peter can be grumpy sometimes, you'll win him over..." Suddenly he looked at Danielle critically "... if you're any good." he said finally with a smile, waving Danielle to her seat.