The Centre for Sexual Wellness.

You are woken up at the same time every day.
The two toned chime of the shift clock pulls you out of bed and down the hall. You fall into formation with the other girls and head down to the center room for morning assignments. You stand in a phalanx as the Handler up front calls out your names and assignment for today.
Hmn... The Handler's jumpsuit always looks so comfortable. You wish that you were allowed to wear clothes. This collar can get kinda itchy sometimes.

"Number 9: Anal study!"
Easy gig. You just have to lay there and let the machine pound your butt for a few hours. Although, they do let you bring a book.

"Number 447... Ooh, lucky girl, you are in our next breeding group!"
Ugh! As if 447 didn't need another reason to be smug. The breeding group is the cushiest gig in the whole Center!

"Number 12: Employee Relief Room!"
You can't help but be disappointed at hearing your own assignment. The Relief Room (or 'The Stocks' as some girls call it) is boring. Supremely boring. Ugh.

Whatever. No helping it, you suppose.
You take the lift down to Level 8 and check in with Warden Unam, The Handler who operates the relief desk.
"Morning, 12! Relief duty again?"
"Yeah, guess so."
"You're in Room 17. Have fun!"
"I always do!"
You follow the lights on the floor to your station. Room 17 is long, yet narrow with holes in the walls at standard intervals. Underneath each hole is a raised cushion for each Asset to lay on during their shift. Just on the other side, you can hear the hustle and bustle of the employee break room.

"12! Hey, 12, over here!"
Up ahead, A man about your age waves at you excitedly. He has a 12B printed on his collar and is working his erection with his other hand.
You and 12B were cloned from the same sample. It happens sometimes, during certain periods. Good genetic stock only comes around once in a while, might as well use it, right?
"Hey, BB. Stocks, right?"
"Oh, I don't mind it. Gives me some time to sit back and relax. Connect with my neighbors. Hang out, y'know?"
"Yeah, I guess..."

Overhead, the two minute buzzer sounds.
"Oh, better get to work!"
Yeah, better. You grab a birth-control pill from the dispenser on the wall and down it. The last thing you need is demerits for an unscheduled pregnancy.
You lay down on the cushion, the bottom half of your body sliding perfectly through the hole in the wall. A plastic divided locks snugly around your waist, keeping you from sliding around. You spread your legs wide, your ankles locking into the cuffs on the other side of wall.
You wait for a while for a customer. BB already has a taker, a Handler pounding his ass.
You can already feel the boredom setting in when someone starts to fuck you roughly.

Sigh... Just another day at the office.