Office Slave

By Pat Powers

It's the future. Robots have taken almost all of the jobs and most people live on Basic Income. They do not work, and their lives are an endless party, or an endless pursuit of their dreams, hobbies and ambitions. Nobody has to do anything just to survive.

Still, some corporations do need at least a few human beings to work for them, if only to provide human input on their products and services. Thunder Muffin Corporation is one such corporation. So how does a corporation attract human beings away from their endless parties and make them care about the WEINUS? Or the VEINUS? Or the heinous ANNUS?

By making work MORE FUN than FUN, that's how. And that's why Jenny became a corporate slave girl for Thunder Muffin Corporation, the lowest, humblest job the corporation had to offer. But if you think being a corporate slave girl is endless drudgery, that's where you're wrong. Drudgery is for robots! Slave girls are for kinky sex and bondage games, an important part of keeping any corporation humming along smoothly. Jenny will discover how much fun there is to be had in breakrooms, in hallways, in deserted meeting rooms, and in crowded workrooms, including but not limited to the slavegirl bouncy ball bondage race! Plus a mysterious message, corporate insider info and skullduggery, and a heaping helping of BDSM games!

If you're up for some upbeat, sexy BDSM fun, set your brain on robot cruise control and enjoy this ride.

This novelette is just over 15,500 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pat Powers
• Release date: Sep 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005699598

Pat Powers

Pat Powers may not be the most interesting man in the world, but when he writes about himself in the third person, he tries to make people think so.A former sex droid designer and professional cyclist, he had an epiphany after winning the Tour de France for the third time. He realized that writing erotica was a lot easier than bicycling up mountains. (Riding down mountains is actually easier than writing erotica, but much more physically dangerous.) Powers decided to write erotica for his own comfort and safety and the enjoyment of his many thoroughly satisfied readers.And the rest, as they say, is history. Powers has become the most famous unknown author in his genre, and has amassed a fortune in words.

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Office Slave

In the Future, Work Will Be Sexy, Kinky and Fun!

Disclaimer

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any persons, places, things or events in this book to any real person, places, things or events is strictly coincidental.

Copyright 2018 By Pat Powers

Table of Contents

Chapter One – Orientation

Chapter Two – Collaring

Chapter Three – Sex and Assignment

Chapter Four – Break Room

Chapter Five – Lunch

Chapter Six – The Bouncy Ball Race

Chapter Seven – Bouncy Buggery

Chpater Eight – Secret Decoder Ring

Chapter Nine – End of the Long Workday

Chapter Ten – Revolutionary

About Pat Powers

Smashwords Stories By Pat Powers

Words of Caution

Collar World Stories

Stories By Pat Powers From Elsewhere

Chapter One – Orientation

Jenny jumped out of bed at 7 am. sharp. It was a little weird to be up and about at a time when she'd normally be sound asleep, but it was a special day.

The first day of Jenny's career at Thunder Muffin Corporation.

Normally Jenny would settle down for a nice leisurely breakfast, perhaps Spanish omelet with French toast and Irish coffee -- very cosmopolitan.

But this morning, she just had a cup of coffee and a slice of regular toast with a little butter. She was just too excited to enjoy breakfast as a meal.

She didn't bother dressing. Thunder Muffin Corp. would provide any clothing or gear she'd need, she'd been told.

Jenny put on some music and danced merrily around her room to blow off some steam until her internal desktop told her her carpod had arrived. She walked out into the hallway, stark naked. She normally only did that when going to the showers or to the community pool.

This early in the morning, the hallways of the Dahlonega Mountains Basic Lodge were very quiet and empty. People were still sleeping last night off. There wasn't even anybody in the elevator. The lobby had a scattering of people, some of them Semi-Employed like herself, some of them people who had early appointments and some of them people who just liked being up early in the morning. They existed.

At the foyer to the Lodge her carpod was easily located -- there were only a few and it was projecting its number over its roof, which matched the number Jenny's desktop had provided. Jenny hopped in and slid into the passenger couch.

Welcome, Jenny! said the car. Thanks for being so prompt!

Sure, Jenny muttered. The car wasn't even sentient. She saw no point in talking to it.

Jenny closed her eyes and half drowsed on her way to Thunder Muffin headquarters.

It wasn't a long trip, though, and soon the car's cheery voice informed Jenny that, You have arrived at your destination.

Jenny did not reply, she just opened the door and climbed out of the cab, stretching sleepily as she stood, looking very much the sleek, limber young woman that she was.

A glowing blue ball popped into existence in front of Jenny.

Are you Jenny Robinson, new slave to Thunder Muffin Corporation? it asked.

Yes, I am, Jenny replied politely.

A pleasure to meet you, replied the glowy ball. I am Aiwa57329815b. You may call me Mistress Aiwa. Follow me, please.

Yes, Mistress, Jenny replied. This was obviously an AI, or at least a subsystem or subroutine of an AI, and therefore, appropriate to treat respectfully. Jenny walked behind the glowy blue ball as it led her into the main doors, down an elevator and through a maze of hallways and offices. Everywhere people were hurrying back and forth, doing various mysterious office things (which she would soon be doing! Jenny thought delightedly). Some followed glowy balls, some did not. Some walked in groups, some alone. Most were clothed, but there were a few naked slavegirls like herself.

Jenny's glowy ball led her to a large theater kind of room where about a dozen naked slavegirls like herself were seated.

Second row, seat G, said Aiwa the artificially intelligent glowy ball.

Yes, Mistress, Jenny said, and took the designated seat, which had a G printed on its back. it was a very comfy padded seat, like movie theater seats.

Wait here, there will be instructions shortly, said Aiwa, and it vanished.

Jenny settled into the seat and went back into her half drowse, looking around at the other new slaves. They were all young like her, and pretty, like her. Most of the other prospective slavegirls drowsed like Jenny. It was so early for these young party animals, and there wasn't much data to be pulled out of this situation. She had been warned that being a slavegirl could be very low bandwidth at times.

Jenny drowse was interrupted when Aiwa floated to the podium and said, Attention, please, girls!

All of the new slavegirls immediately came to full alert, sitting more upright, their eyes gazing up at the glowy ball.

Jenny was not surprised that it was Aiwa doing the lecturing, in fact, she would have been surprised if it had been anyone else. The glowy balls were generally all products of the same AI, projected and managed by subroutines that the AI was barely conscious of. Routine work was not appropriate use for the power of artificial intelligences, given that they tended to be much smarter than humans.

And subroutines were of course, very well named for dealing with slaves.

Welcome to Thunder Muffin Corporation, girls!