Work

After breakfast you drove to work. You walked through the bullpen, greeting your colleagues, then sat down in your office. Your assistant Yasmine, came in soon after to bring you your daily briefing and a cup of coffee. Yasmine had applied after fighting between Israel and Palestine spilled over into Lebanon, which was already in a financial crisis, and you had picked her as your personal assistant (not for her qualifications of course).

You began rubberstamping yesterday's reports. The first two were rejections, which you signed off, and the third was a standard offer of two years for a Vietnamese girl who had applied after storms destroyed her home in Hanoi. She was very beautiful, you immediately saw why John had greenlighted her, and just 19 years old. You'd woken up feeling tired, so were feeling rather sadistic; you assigned her to mobile service and clicked confirm. Household service was by far the most desirable option, a typical household had just two men who would use you, a father and son say, and they'd likely be at work or college most of the week anyway, and would probably be married or dating, so would use you pretty infrequently. Most of your duties would just be housework, although maybe the wife or daughter would have some fun with you too. Much worse, but not the worst, was being stationed at a public service station. Here men, and some women, would come, select a girl, and fuck her then leave. It meant a steady stream of guys who would use you, but to prevent burnout most stations gave reasonable time for rests, and it was normally just one man at a time using you.

Mobile service was absolutely the worst of the three options. A pretty girl, dressed in lingerie, is dragged in front of an office for example, and the guys in the office are told they can fuck her however and as much as they like. So their two years of service consists of multiple 3 or 4 hour gangbangs, 6 days a week, with no holidays. Handlers would drop them off, pick them up once they get a call saying the guys are done with them, hose them down, redo their makeup, then take them to the next location. They can leave them in a business, such a store or restaurant, a public space, such as a park or a hospital, a workplace, or even just ask a passing group of men if they'd like to make use of the girl their transporting.

Admittedly, a worse position did exist - service girls who misbehaved were deported, service girls who misbehaved badly were sent to prisons, where prisoners would demolish them in a matter of weeks.

After the Vietnamese girl, Bian or Bani or something, there were three more rejections, none of which you overturned. After an hour or so you had pretty much finished the stack of decisions pending approval, but then someone caught your eye. Lulu, a cute Chinese girl, who wanted to escape overpopulation and food shortages back home.

The guys in the office, and a couple of the chicks too, had been saying for a while now they wanted to get an Asian bitch in for them to use. Lulu seemed perfect for that: 18 years old, cute tits, and a nice ass. You'd passed over previous candidates because being the fucktoy of an office like yours would be incredibly tough work, and you worried the candidates would back out, but reading Lulu's application in more detail you realised that wouldn't be her. She'd been flown into the US after her parents began selling her siblings to buy food - that was one hell of a motivation to not get sent back home.

Lulu was currently in San Diego holding, so you selected her for interview, meaning she would be driven over tomorrow.