Onboarding
Our Company Culture: A Commitment to Ourselves
With the conclusion of the second video, Caroline thought she might be able to rest. She even had the thought that maybe if she could pry the stupid thing off her finger that maybe it would be okay but as soon as she even tried to look down to see the device that was stuck to her finger, she was hit with a massive electrical shock and she got the message. The camera in the computer made sure she was looking at the camera. Any attempt to look away would be treated as disobedience and would be treated accordingly.
Disobedience, she thought. That was an odd thought. Why had she thought of it like that? Just who exactly was she disobeying.
But looking away from the computer clearly wasn’t allowed and staring at the screen with the next video just waiting to be played wasn’t making things any easier. It was on the verge of making her eyes start to water just sitting there looking at that same stupid screen.
Caroline couldn’t help but sigh. There really was a part of her that didn’t want to continue with this. She supposed she could quit but then what would she do. She supposed she could go somewhere else to work but what if everywhere else had the same kind of employee onboarding systems? What then? Why’d you quit your previous employer? Couldn’t handle the onboarding process? I’m sorry but if you can’t handle something as simple as the onboarding process, I’m not sure this is the right place for you either.
There really was nothing for her to do except to continue so she pressed the link that would take her to the next onboarding visit.
“When we talk about a commitment to excellence,” the narrator began, “sometimes we forget about the most important commitment of all and that is a commitment to ourselves because sometimes, we’re so worried about what others might think of us that we neglect to take into account what we think of ourselves.”
Now this, Caroline thought, this unlike the previous sessions, this sounded promising.
“Take a moment to think about your goals in this job that you are now entering into. You probably already have considered some of these goals. Where do you want to be in five years? What position do you want to reach? What salary do you want to be making.
“These are business goals but think perhaps about personal goals. Where do you see your social life in the next five years. Are you married or will you be married in five years. How will you pay for the needs of your family.
“But in our commitment to ourselves, let’s make it even more personal. Let’s talk about sex.”
Up until that moment, Caroline had let herself be carried away by the narrator’s words but just the mention of the word sex had been enough to snap her out of her reverie.
“Did the mention of the word sex make you uncomfortable?” the narrator asked almost as if he had read Caroline’s mind. “There’s no reason why it should have made you uncomfortable,” he continued. “Sex is something we do all the time. Sex is pleasurable and we like to feel good which is why we like sex.”
Maybe that was true, Caroline thought, but still just the mention of that word made her uncomfortable even if she wasn’t sure why.
“In our commitment to ourselves, let’s let our minds dwell on the obvious. Sex feels good. Because sex feels good, we like sex. Because we like sex, we want sex. We can all agree on that.”
Sure, Caroline thought. Sure, we could all agree on that.
“Let your mind dwell on it. Let your mind dwell on sex. Let your mind dwell on the fact that sex is the best.”
In some part of her mind, Caroline couldn’t help but feel that this was all very weird and maybe even wrong but at least she wasn’t being zapped anymore and for that reason alone, she let the video guide her where it wanted her to go.
“You know your pussy is wet. You can feel it between your legs and it feels so good.”
It did feel good, Caroline admitted to herself.
“You want to feel a tongue on your pussy. You want to feel a tongue lick your clitty. You know what you want. Now look at the screen. Do you see the button with the word Now on it? If you see it, click the button now.”
Caroline clicked the button and the most amazing thing happened. It was almost as if she could feel something through the device hooked to her finger but this time instead of administering an electric shock to her, it seemed to send a different jolt through her body. It was almost as if by just clicking the button, she’d felt a tongue lick her pussy.
“Did you feel that?” the narrator asked. “Did you feel a tongue lick your pussy? If you did, click the Now button again.”
Caroline eagerly clicked the button and just as before, clicking the Now button made her feel the feeling of a tongue eating her pussy.
“You know what to do if you want to feel pleasure,” the narrator said.
Caroline knew what to do. She kept clicking the button and the more she clicked the button, the more she felt that tongue between her legs and the more she felt the tongue on her legs, the wetter her pussy got.
She couldn’t stop. Something told her that this was wrong but when it felt this good, she was fine with doing what she was doing so she kept on pressing the button until her pussy finally succumbed to the attention it was getting and even as she sat there in the chair in the training center, her pussy was cumming hard.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” the narrator asked. “Click Yes or No.”
Caroline quickly moved her mouse over to Yes and she clicked on the button.
“Excellent. Does that mean you are a Slut or a Bitch?”
Caroline didn’t think of herself as either a slut or a bitch but if those were her only two choices then she slid her mouse over to Bitch and she clicked.
Nothing happened.
She clicked again.
And still nothing happened.
She clicked yet again and when still nothing happened, she moved her mouse over to Slut and she clicked the mouse.
“Excellent,” the narrator said. “It’s so good to have you confirm that you are a slut. We’ll just update your personnel file to record your choice. I’ll bet you must just love it when a man sticks his cock in your slutty, little pussy, don’t you, Slut.”
What? Wait, no. She hadn’t meant to say that although there was something to being called a slut that did sound so appealing.
“Since you are a slut, would you like to see how other sluts like to be treated?”
It was almost as if her already wet pussy was responding to be called a slut. Every time the narrator called her a slut, there seemed to be a jolt of energy between her legs.
Or was that the device attached to her finger. Sometimes, it was so hard to tell what was affecting her and how.
“Would you like to see how other sluts like to be treated?” the narrator asked again.
Caroline knew it was just a canned reaction, that the words coming from the narrator were only caused by her clicks on the mouse which would cause a particular segment of the video to play for her or if she didn’t choose quickly enough, to cause another jolt of electric shock to be discharged into her body. She knew she could say no only ...
Only as much as she wanted to deny the truth of it, there was a part of her that wanted to say yes.
It was almost as if her hand was fighting against itself. There was one part of her hand that wanted to move the mouse over to the Yes button and select it and there was a whole other part of her that was trying to keep the mouse from moving.
“Would you like to see how other sluts like to be treated?” the narrator asked yet again.
Suddenly, her hand moved the mouse over and she was clicking on the Yes button.
“Thank you for your selection, Slut. Enjoy this selection of sluts like you being treated the way sluts like you love to be treated. You may play with yourself if these selections appeal to you.”
Caroline hadn’t thought about playing with her pussy but no sooner had the narrator suggested it to her than she found herself wanting to do exactly that and as the screen switched to a woman on her knees jerking off two humongous cocks, her hand seemed to slide its way down and up under her skirt so she could press her panties up against her wet pussy.
“I’ll bet you love playing with yourself, Slut,” the narrator said even as the scene on the computer screen switched to a businesswoman in an office chair sitting at her desk. She was wearing a white blouse and a gray skirt and white hose and she was pressing her panties up against her clitty.
That woman could be me, Caroline thought as she continued to work her pussy and somehow that thought only made herself work her pussy even harder.
The scene on the screen was changing. The businesswoman was still there but now there were two men in the room with her. Both were dressed in suits only one man had his cock out and he was pressing his cock up against the woman’s lips even as the other man pulled her panties free and then knelt between her legs and worked his tongue into her now exposed cunt.
“Does this excite you, Slut? I’ll bet it does.”
It shouldn’t, Caroline told herself. It shouldn’t, but it did.
The scene on the screen was changing yet again. The businessmen, it seemed had left and Caroline couldn’t help but wonder if the reason they’d left was because the woman on screen had gotten all of the cum out of her that she could. Caroline certainly hoped that that was the case but the woman was sitting behind her desk playing with her pussy and even as she tried to work when there was a knock on her office door. “Who is it?” she called out even as she continued to play with her pussy.
“Janitor service,” came the muffled accented reply through the door. “Is it okay to come in and clean up? Everyone else has gone home for the day.”
“Oh geez,” the woman said guiltily. “Is it really that late?”
“Si,” the man said. “Everyone else has gone home.”
“Well all right then, come on in,” the woman said even as she continued to play with her pussy.
The cleaning man was a Hispanic man. He looked to be in his forties and he was wearing coveralls. “This will only be a moment,” he said.
“What’s your name?” the woman asked.
“It’s Hector, señorita. I promise. I will only be a minute.”
“Hector, are you alone here.”
“Si, señorita. It is only me tonight.”
“Can I ask you something then?”
“Si. You can ask.”
“Do you like my pussy? Do you think it’s pretty.”
The man now looked at her pussy and then he nodded. “Si,” he said. “It is very nice.”
“Perhaps you’d like to fuck it then,” the woman said.
In moments, the screen had shifted to the woman bent over her desk even as the janitor began to fuck her pussy.
“I’ll bet you want to cum, don’t you, Slut?” the narrator said.
Oh yes, Caroline thought. That was very much what she wanted.
“You can cum then.”
In the next moment, Caroline could feel her orgasm building up inside her and then it was something that just could not be stopped and it felt so good to cum even as her fingers continued to press her panties up against her pussy.
“You understand now, don’t you, Slut? You understand the Commitment to self. Commitment to customers is important as is commitment to your coworkers but it is very important to stay focused on the needs of your self.”
Caroline so totally understood the need for commitment to self. She’d already just cum and she seemed to be on the verge of cumming again.