Bethany stifled a yawn as she went through her task list. Night shift was shitty, but it paid well, and it was a busy time for the company.

The company’s flag product was a phone game, the kind where you move gems around to make them disappear. Bethany never saw the appeal, personally, but lots of people did. It was an effective vehicle for what they were really selling.

Bethany’s job was to monitor some of the more advanced users.

Her task list was prioritized by the highest level the customer achieved in the game, starting at the lowest one, a customer named Jane Elden who just passed level 100.

At level 100, the game unlocked the Riveting Gem, which enabled you to erase all gems of a single color on the screen. A useful upgrade, and it had a very fetching spiral visual effect.

Through the phone’s camera, Bethany watched Jane’s focused expression. At a click of Bethany’s mouse, Jane’s game unlocked a Riveting Gem, which she promptly used.

Bethany was pretty fond of the glassy look someone’s eyes got the first time they saw the Riveting Gem in action. At level 100, Jane’s reaction was barely long enough to notice: a moment of vacancy behind the eyes, and nothing more. She needed time, and practice, which the game will provide in spades.

Onwards down the list. At level 123, Brandon Hearst was unlocking some new features of the game. Bethany watched, clicked a button to gift him a free Riveting Gem, and waited.

At this level, the trance lasted longer, a minute or so. Enough time for Brandon’s jaw to hang open, and enough time for Bethany to lean into her microphone and whisper, “Doesn’t that feel nice? Don’t you want to feel more of that?”

“Yes,” Brandon whispered. He blinked, and shook his head, and kept playing.

That was the low hundreds for you. No lasting power. Ah, well, they’ll get there.

Next came Miley Alexander. At level 189, she was developing nicely. With the Riveting Gem in effect, she looked into her phone’s camera and awaited orders.

Honestly, it was a bit tempting to keep her that way, all blank and empty, but at that level there was a limit to how long she’d wait before snapping out of it. “Don’t you love the game?” Bethany breathed into the microphone.

“Yes.” Miley’s voice was low but ecstatic. “I love it so much.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel so good?”

“It does. It makes me feel so good.” Through the phone’s shitty camera, Bethany could barely see anything of Miley below the collarbone.

That won’t do. “You’ll enter the contest,” Bethany told her. “You’ll win a prize for being such a good customer.”

Miley preened, the bliss of praise hitting her right where it counts.

Bethany nodded as she closed her file. Miley would win a phone with a better camera, which was important for the next phase.

Her next task was Jonathan Grady, at level 215. As the Riveting Gem exploded on his screen, his mouth hung open with longing.

Another glance at his file confirmed that Jonathan was being trained to be a cocksucker. At present, he has only reached the goal of sucking on his own fingers, but he had nice lush lips that showed a lot of promise.

“Suck,” Bethany said, and Jonathan greedily took his fingers into his mouth, angling the phone to give Bethany a nice view. He was coming along very well. “Try to take them a bit deeper. There’s a good customer, aren’t you a very good customer? We’re so lucky to have you.”

Jonathan closed his eyes, sucking on his fingers with devotion.

“Does it make your cock hard to suck things? It does, doesn’t it?” That would be the subliminal image of arousal inlaid into the Riveting Gem. “You might find that even outside of trance, you want to suck on things. More and more. Just the thought of it, of yourself with something nice and thick in your mouth, getting you all excited and horny.”

Jonathan nodded, then winced momentarily as he made himself gag. He never paused in sucking, though.

His trigger thus strengthened, Bethany continued. Next up was Molly Sorrensen at level 249.

As the Riveting Gem went into action, Molly unhesitatingly pushed up her shirt, exposing her small breasts. They were very sensitive, and she could come just from playing with them.

Of course, that only happened when she was allowed. “May I please play with my tits?” Molly asked, breathless, eyes shining at the phone. Bethany had taken away her ability to come without permission last week, and hadn’t permitted any orgasms thus far. Molly’s usual masturbation schedule was twice a day. She was getting pretty desperate.

“You may,” Bethany allowed. “I still haven’t decided if you’ll come today. That depends.”

“Please,” Molly said, voice low and desperate. “I’ll do anything.”

“Hm. Pinch your nipples for me.” It made for a nice view while Bethany deliberated. After a few seconds of Molly’s ragged breathing, interspersed with moans, Bethany said, “What are you?”

“Company property,” Molly said, immediate and unhesitating.

“Very good!” The warmth in Bethany’s voice was genuine. It was so good to see her progressing. She’d struggled with calling herself that earlier. It merited a reward. “When you squeeze your breasts, you may come, if you thank me for it.”

Molly gasped, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. “May I squeeze? Please, Ma’am, may I?”

“Go ahead,” Bethany said, indulgent. She turned down the volume just before Molly’s yell at her completion hit her ears.

She left Molly to recover and continued to Trent Drake. She liked Trent: his blue eyes were quite attractive. He’d just crossed level 300.

That was a special point. “Hello, Trent,” Bethany crooned. “What do you want?”

He twitched. “To serve.”

“Very good.” So far, nothing unusual. “Do you want me to tell you a new way to serve us?” At his eager nod, she said, “You’ll see a new button on your screen. Click it.”

He did. Bethany’s computer screen now held both his picture, and the blank avatar of a paying customer.

“Show me your hole,” the customer demanded.

Trent nodded. He was playing from his home computer, where the high-quality webcam he’d won in a company raffle had an HD view of his bed. He took off his clothes and went to hands and knees on the bed, one hand going back to spread his ass. His hole was slightly reddened, glistening with lube. He’d been conditioned to prepare himself before every time he played when he first reached level 250.

This seemed to be going well enough. Bethany left the chat. Trent wasn’t going to snap out of trance before the paying customer had come.

Stretching, Bethany yawned again. Time for a break. She walked down to the kitchenette. The cookie jar was freshly stocked, the better coffee machine was running, and they had Suzie sitting on the counter fully naked and blank.

“Hello, Suzie,” Bethany said. Suzie couldn’t answer, of course, but Bethany liked to talk to her. She was something of a company mascot, the first free customer to reach level 500 and permanent blankness.

Suzie had bruises on her tits. Her spread legs showed her cunt shiny with come and her own wet.

Bethany patted her legs. “Show me both your holes.”

Suzie obediently folded her long legs, showing her ass, the tiny hole slicked and not yet fucked.

Bethany grinned. Sometimes the day shift people left the equipment in okay condition. She sat down and patted her own lap. Suzie obediently trotted there, taking Bethany’s girlcock out of her pants. Bethany hadn’t gotten that excited yet: this job could desensitize you, if you let it. That’s one reason taking breaks was so important.

“Suck,” Bethany said, and enjoyed the wet heat of Suzie’s mouth engulfing her.

Suzie was a pro. She got Bethany properly hard soon enough, and then scooted into her lap. “Front or back hole, Ma’am?”

“Back,” Bethany said, squeezing Suzie’s tits, adding a few more bruises to the collection.

Inside, Suzie was tight and yielding, bouncing up and down on Bethany’s girlcock. It was time for Bethany’s favorite part.

“Suzie,” she said, “what do you need?”

“Your girlcock in me,” Suzie said. She was trembling. “Please, Ma’am. Nobody’s let me come today.”

“Can’t have you getting spoiled,” Bethany admonished. “Does company property deserve to come?”

Suzie’s tremors were turning into shakes. “Only if it pleases Ma’am.”

“Mm.” She drove into Suzie. “Poor Suzie. All these people coming in you today, and not one orgasm for you. Is that fair?”

Suzie moaned. “It is, because I’m company property.”

“Very good.” Bethany pinched her nipple. “Now, today, I’m not going to let you come, and you’re going to thank me for keeping you denied as you should be.”

“Thank you for denying me, Ma’am,” Suzie sobbed. “Thank you for not letting this company property come at all. Thank you for keeping me in my place and using me for your pleasure.”

With a moan, Bethany came.

She didn’t have too much time for the afterglow. The break wasn’t that long, and there was still cleanup to do. She pushed Suzie off and stood up. Her thighs were still slick with Suzie’s wetness. “Clean that up,” she ordered, and Suzie knelt to lick her own slick off Bethany’s thighs.

The company maybe didn’t have the best hours, but the perks couldn’t be beat.