Go to the Technical Office.

I leave my room and walk down a maze of identical, grey bricked hallways, searching for the Technical Office. Dolls, beautiful men and women dressed in matching blue shirts and pants, give me directions.

The rough material of my prison jumper rubs against the soft, bare skin of my newly shaved pussy as I walk. I hope I get one of those soft-looking uniforms soon.

At the door, I press a button and speak my name into the intercom. The door slides open, and a tall man with glasses and a lab coat greets me.

"Hi Lora, I'm Dr. Augustus. I'm one of the handlers for the Dolls here." he says. He smiles, takes my hand and shakes it.

The handshaking surprises me--after a year of being called "Trash" by prison guards, I'm not used to getting respect.

I look him up and down, thinking he's a little too young to be a doctor--he can't be more than a few years older than me. His black hair is neatly brushed back, and his back is very straight like a good schoolboy's. He's a little nerdy, but cute. I wonder what his lab coat and dress shirt is hiding.

"Please--sit down. I need to get you wired into the Grid."

I sit down on the padded exam table, and he rubs **** behind my ear before pressing the needle end of what looks like a piercing gun into my skin. There's a click, and I wince as pain shoots through me.

"Are you all right?" he looks genuinely concerned.

I smile and shrug. "It's fine."

He nods. "I just injected a chip into your brain, and you're connected to the Grid. When a player selects you for an assignment, you need to report to the Grid Room. There, your player will control your body with his or her mind. You will have no ability to move yourself."

I nodded, feeling a little funny about this even though it's what I signed up for.

"I'll show you what it feels like now." he said. He presses a button on the laptop next to the exam table, waits a moment, and I unzip my jumper from neck to crotch.

"Hey!" I said. My arm moved on it's own. Freaky.

"Sorry--I just needed to show you. Better than getting surprised later." He glances at the smooth skin above my pussy lips. He looks away just as quickly. "You can zip yourself back up."

Besides the one on his laptop, there are more screens mounted on the wall next to him. I see hallways and rooms displayed. I see my own room.

"Were you watching me?"