Chapter 2

Ben looked up at the enormous tower of glass and steel that stood in the centre of the city. CaliaCorp headquarters. The largest building in the city, and the world. It was 182 stories tall and inside thousands of workers milled about in offices, restaurants, several gyms, pools, conference rooms, a cinema and whatever else you could imagine taking up space in the headquarters of the biggest company on the planet. CaliaCorp overtook all their competition, and quickly, relatively speaking. The building should not even exist, it was objected to by almost everyone in the city when the plans went in, including the mayor and most major politicians. They quickly changed their minds after meeting with CaliaCorp. Ben wondered what they had done to sway such influential people, then smirked when he realised how easily the wheels of government were greased.

He took a deep breath and walked up the stairs that led to the entrance. Through the main revolving door, a massive lobby greeted him, with marble floors, wooden walls, and gold trim on absolutely everything. It was incredibly glamorous and tremendously impressive. As was the gorgeous receptionist sitting behind a desk beside the lifts. She had a short brown bob haircut, huge blue eyes accentuated with eyeliner flicked up at the sides, and an almost unprofessionally-low-cut black dress. She leaned forward and batted her eyelashes at Ben as he approached her. He wore a suit and slung a satchel across his shoulder, trying to be as professional as possible, but this woman was incredibly distracting.

“Hi there, how can I help you today?” she asked with a beaming smile.

Ben’s hands were shaking, and he gulped before he spoke. “Hi, um, I have a job interview on… I think it’s on floor 40.”

The woman leaned forward, still smiling, and put her elbows on the desk in front of her, pressing her breasts together, further accentuating an amazing cleavage. Ben glanced, then looked back to her eyes, turning red. She raised her eyebrow just a tiny bit.

“Go right on up,” she chirped, “and good luck honey.”

Ben nodded his thanks and hurried to the lift. His cock was being very uncooperative and starting to grow and he practically threw himself into the thing and pushed the button for 40 as quickly as he could. He hoped nobody else would walk in but just as the doors began to close a hand with long blue fingernails reached in and it reopened. Ben’s eyes widened as an even more beautiful woman walked into the lift. She had long black hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail, almost as tight as the suit she wore, a grey jacket and skirt over a blue satin blouse that matched her nails. Her blue heels matched them too, and the black tights she wore made them pop. Ben found himself looking down at them, then up her legs to her tight ass and slim waist and ample chest and then he came face to face with her.

“You could have held the lift for me,” she said.

Ben frowned, “I didn’t realise, sorry.”

She groaned and turned around to press a button, then stayed facing away from Ben as the doors closed and the lift began its slow climb to the fortieth floor. Ben found himself staring at her ass as they moved up, it was incredible, he imagined she must be very fit to have such a curvy behind but a tiny waistline. Then he tried to shake the feeling off and remember why he was there in the first place. He needed a job, and he needed to get out of the awful part of the city he lived in. There was nothing else available but CaliaCorp. He didn’t want to tell his friends because of course they would be angry, but if he could get away, and help them get away too, maybe they would understand. He just wanted a better life, to be free of the worries and stresses of scraping cash together for rent and food. All that worry, all the time, it took a toll. The job would make life so much easier. Great salary, free meals, health and dental. And now it turned out that lots of absurdly attractive women worked there too. He hoped it was the right decision.

The lift stopped at floor 33 and the woman got out without even looking back at him. Ben watched her ass sway back and forth as she walked away into some sort of lab area. He could just about make out some men in a glass-walled office in VR headsets. The woman walked into that lab and the doors of the lift closed before Ben could see any more. A few moments later it opened on floor 40.

Ben stepped out onto black carpeting and white walls with gold-framed paintings lining them. Each one showed a surprisingly erotic scene, for an office. Painted in oil with a renaissance style, they were elaborate scenes of mostly BDSM. Men and women chained to walls and floors, caged, kneeling on all fours being whipped. Each one extremely detailed and tremendously impressive, masterworks of erotic art. Ben found himself staring at each of them for a moment as he walked down the long corridor toward a big black door, which he assumed would take him to the room he would be interviewed in. By the time he got there his head spun with arousal from the paintings. He was not particularly kinky, but the detail and beauty of the women in the paintings really got to him.

He pushed open the black door and emerged into a room with floor to ceiling windows and a single desk, with three women behind it.

“Ah, Mr. Wheeler, take a seat,” said the one in the centre. She was in her forties, Ben guessed, and had an aura of power. She must be in charge. Her shoulder-length brown hair was sharply trimmed, framing an angular face with piercing blue eyes. She wore a business suit which hid her figure, but her eyes alone were enough to make Ben feel weak, especially after the barrage of sex he just saw. Maybe that was the idea, to put him off balance and see how he reacted.

To the left of her sat a younger woman with a pixie cut and cute, rounded face. Freckles peppered her nose and cheeks, with bright pink gloss on her lips and a low-cut top. She looked dressed for a party, not a job interview, but the style suited her, she was undeniably pretty. To the right was a woman with long red hair and a green blouse, open and revealing an ample cleavage. The rest of the women’s bodies were hidden behind the desk, but Ben caught a glimpse of high heels as he pulled out a chair to sit down opposite them, opening his satchel and pulling out three copies of his resume. He placed them on the table and pushed them toward each woman in turn.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” he said.

The younger woman smiled at him. She looked so sweet and innocent. “I’m Lucy, head of marketing. If you get the position we’ll be working very closely together, so I hope you like fun videos and memes.”

Ben smiled, “Sure do, that’s what attracted me to the job.”

The job was working as a video and image editor for CaliaCorp’s marketing division, targeting marketing at 18-30 year olds. Ben was a fiend for social media, so he knew everything about the platforms and styles people were into.

“Aisling Sugars, Acquisition and Retention. Your resume doesn’t have a huge amount of experience, Mr. Wheeler,” the red-haired woman said. “What makes you think you could work here?”

Ben cleared his throat. He knew that question would come and was prepared for it. “Well, I may not have a lot of professional experience, but I am an avid user of all the same platforms as CaliaCorp, as you’ll see on my resume, I have produced lots of videos myself and for some friends, just not in an official workplace.”

“And I’m Stephanie Miller, the woman in the centre said with a smile. “Good answer, but can you operate in a corporate environment?”

Ben looked at her and felt as if she were looking through him, like he was nothing to her. It was a strange and uncomfortable feeling, but oddly arousing as he began to picture her in one of the scenes he saw outside.

“Mr. Wheeler?”

“Sorry, just thinking about the question,” Ben managed. “Well, I am a team player and a self-starter so I can thrive in any-“

“Benjamin, that’s what everyone says,” Aisling, the redheaded woman said. “Can you be directed by a superior?”

“Oh, uh, yeah of course.”

“Good, because that’s very important here.”

“Yes,” Stephanie said, “we have a very strict hierarchy. You must be able to follow any direction from your supervisor.”

“Got it,” said Ben.

The woman with the pink lips, Lucy, leaned forward and grinned. “You gotta do what I say ok?”

Ben laughed, “sure, Ms?”

“Mistress,” Lucy said.

Ben paused for a moment, surprised. Lucy started to laugh, then Ben joined in.

“Just Lucy is fine, babe,” she said. Ben nodded his agreement.

“Ignore Lucy,” Stephanie said, “we are a serious workplace, we ask for your commitment to the company, and you are rewarded in kind. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, Ms. Miller,” Ben said.

“Good, very good. I really must emphasise that we prioritise discipline here, and you will be expected to dress and act appropriately. You have probably gotten used to a casual environment, but we are extremely disciplined here.”

“I understand,” said Ben. He started to lose focus on the interview. One of the three women wore a wonderfully scented perfume and there seemed to be a low humming background noise that he could feel at the back of his head.

“Mr. Wheeler,” Aisling said, “you do understand what we mean by discipline, don’t you?”

“I think so?”

“It’s important to obey your superiors in the workplace, is it not?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Yes Miss Sugars,” Aisling said.

“Oh, yes Miss Sugars,” Ben replied.

“Very good.”

“Benjamin, I think we’re making ourselves clear, but Lucy has a short presentation to assist you with understanding your role in the organisation. Assuming you want the job of course,” Stephanie said.

“Y-yes, I do, uh, Ms. Miller.”

“Good boy; Lucy.”

Lucy bounced up from the desk, and Ben saw her pleated pink miniskirt bounce with her, revealing the briefest glimpse of her light blue panties. She had incredible legs, toned, and tanned to perfection. He focused on them as she walked to the left-hand wall and pushed a button, lowering a large projector screen and closing black blinds that blocked the light from the outside world.

“You ready Benny?” Lucy giggled.

“Yes Miss.”

“Mistress, Benny,” she laughed.

“Yes Mistress,” Ben smiled.

Lucy pressed another button, and the screen filled with pink, then a pattern began to emerge, a swirling spiral going round and round and finally the CaliaCorp logo emerging from it. A woman’s voice began to speak.

CaliaCorp welcomes you, new employee. As part of the family at CaliaCorp, your obedience to our rules and regulations is paramount to your success. Pay attention as we outline how you can serve CaliaCorp as an effective and enthusiastic employee.

A series of images followed, all underneath that swirling spiral. Ben felt dizzy, something was wrong, yet he could not look away from the screen. It showed women in suits with tight pencil skirts and long legs and big chests directing people doing manual labour and toiling at computers. A strange selection of images, but Ben thought maybe they were making a metaphorical point about discipline or something. That was the best he could muster. The spiral made him confused.

Employees will obey their superiors at all times. Any command given will be followed.

The images changed again, the employees were suddenly shirtless. Something was definitely wrong. Ben tried to get up but felt someone holding him down with their hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t move until it’s over,” Stephanie said.

You will become a loyal servant of CaliaCorp through your work here. You will be rewarded for your efforts as we see fit. There is no resistance.

The people on the screen were shown kneeling now, kissing the feet of the suited women. What on Earth was happening, Ben wondered. With the sense that remained he tried to open his mouth to speak.

“Ms. Mill-“

“Shhh boy,” she said. He obeyed instantly.

Obedient, diligent employees are happy employees. Good employees will be rewarded. Service to CaliaCorp is paramount to your happiness. CaliaCorp. All will join us.

Ben reeled. He felt someone touching his legs, hands moving to his crotch. He looked to his left to see Aisling rubbing him. She frowned.

“Eyes on the screen, boy.”

Ben obeyed as she opened his trousers and began to stroke his cock. It was rock hard.

Pleasure is your reward for service. Give your all to CaliaCorp. Give your all to CaliaCorp. Good employees give their all to CaliaCorp.

“Give my all,” mumbled Ben.

Aisling smiled at Stephanie. Lucy giggled and clapped quietly. Ben twitched and thrusted in the chair, squirming with pleasure as the screen filled with images of people on all fours, with women in business suits using them as footstools, holding their heads down with their heels or berating and whipping them.

Give your all to CaliaCorp and embrace your new position.

“Give us your all, Benny,” Lucy smirked.

Ben erupted, shooting a hot, sticky mess all over the floor at his feet. The video stopped and he shook his head, looking around the room as light came back when the blinds opened.

“W-what’s going on?” he asked.

“Clean up your mess, now,” ordered Stephanie.

Ben looked down at the floor where globs of cum sat on the carpet. He looked around for some napkins or tissues.

“With your tongue,” Aisling demanded.

Ben dropped to his knees and put his head down, but he stopped short of licking up his mess.

“Do it puppy,” Lucy giggled.

“Now,” Stephanie added, before putting her heel on the back of his head and pressing his face into the carpet.

Ben licked up his cum until he could see none left. Stephanie released him and he rocked back up to his knees.

“Good boy. Welcome to CaliaCorp.”

Lucy walked over to him, smiled, and clicked her fingers. “Oh and, forget, Benny.”

He blinked rapidly, then the world faded away.