They landed on top of the building. No one was waiting on the landing platform for them. They stepped out of the spaceship.

 

“Takira, welcome to the Mitahiro cooperation. I’m just the buyer who works for the company. Since there’s nobody waiting for us, I guess I’ll have to give you the tour,” Kendi said while heading to the elevator.

 

Kendi pressed a button of the elevator; soon a buzzing sound was heard.

 

“Mr. Kendi, what’s going to happen to me?” Takira said politely.

 

“First of all, it’s just Kendi. I rarely enter the building. I mostly work outside.”

 

The door opened; they entered the room. They saw several desks. Some were empty, some were occupied with secretaries. They were answering calls and typing on their computers. Takira and Kendi approached one of them. The secretary greeted them.

 

“Mr Kendi and Miss Takira, welcome. My boss, Mr. Tomaka is expecting you,” She said.

 

The secretary stood up and they followed her to her boss’ office. A fat, small man sat at a giant desk. Modern art reproductions were hanging on the concrete walls. They bowed deeply to the fat man. He bowed also, but slightly less.

 

“Welcome back, Kendi. What have you bought for the company?”

 

“This is Takira; the slave cooperation says she’s a top asset,” Kendi replied nervously.

 

Tomaka looked at her and saw her big boobs. He slowly opened his mouth and closed it again.

 

“What’s her specialty?” He inquired.

 

Kendi hesitated. His head felt warm. He extended his hands but withdrew them quickly. Then he tried to open his mouth, to gather some courage.

 

“She…she…she has lactating breasts, sir.”

 

Tomaka seemed indifferent but his composure tightened noticeably. 

 

“Continue.” The boss said neutrally.

 

“She’s…err…”

 

“Yes?”

 

Kendi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, took another breath and finally said: “Horny all the time.”

 

Tomaka looked at Kendi and Takira. He wetted his lips.

 

“Well, we need a company girl since the last one got fired. We’ve already spent too much money on this. We can’t afford another girl. I guess this one has to suffice,” The man ruminated.

 

The boss nodded to Takira that she could speak.

 

“Sir, let me say I’m pleased to work for your company. I’m quite sure I can be a great addition for Mitahiro.”

 

“I’m quite sure you are,” Was Tomaka’s diplomatic answer.

 

Kendi showed him the remote control and explained how it works.

 

“I’ll set the remote for orgasm inhibition. I’ll not tolerate a woman to have an orgasm while in the company“. The boss said sternly.

 

Takira made sure she didn’t show she was disappointed.

 

“You can start on this floor, Takira. You aren’t allowed to leave the company. Accommodations can be found in your office room. Only your bedroom is off limits for everybody. If there’s anything you wish for, you must fill in the necessary application papers. That will be all,” Tomaka said.

 

He pressed a button and soon a secretary entered the room to show Takira her new work place. Kendi said goodbye to Takira and they never saw each other again.

 

They entered a bare room, nothing else other than a bed and a desk with a chair.

 

“This is your office. You can use the computer on the desk to check your appointments. This button reveals the sink. Press it again to hide,” The impatient secretary said.

 

She walked to a wall and pressed a button. What seemed to be a part of a wall at first sight slid upwards, revealing a closet for sleeping standing up.

 

“This is your bedroom; you aren’t allowed to sleep in the company bed.” The secretary explained.

 

Takira felt slightly claustrophobic when she saw the small closet.

 

“What about company policy?” Takira inquired.

 

“You will have to deal with the employees, of course. Make sure they’re satisfied at all costs. Treat them well and you’ll be treated well. The incinerating toilets are at the end of hall on the left.”

 

The secretary paused. Suddenly, a buzz came from the computer.

 

“I guess I don’t have anything else to explain,” The secretary said, while leaving the room.

 

Takira looked down, thoughtfully.

 

“Wait!” she exclaimed.

 

But the secretary was already gone.

 

Takira carefully seated herself in front of the computer, looking at the screen. Her appointment would arrive shortly, it read.

 

“What appointment?’ she wondered.

 

She pressed on the appointment hyperlink for more information. A name appeared: Yithzu Tsuno.

 

Before she could rest, the man entered her office.

 

“Hello, Mr. Tsuno,” Takira said, not sure if this was the man she had been expecting.

 

“And you must be Takira, the perverted girl.” The man said firmly.

 

“I can assure you I’m normal, as far I’m concerned,” She rebuked.

 

“Aren’t you wet all the time?” He said taunting.

 

“I’ll not deny that. Are you here for pleasure or to annoy me?” she said harshly.

 

“Be careful, dear, you don’t want to get fired, do you?” Tsuno said.

 

Takira said nothing.

 

“Get on the bed, girl!” The man said harshly.

 

The girl slowly got on the bed, lying on her back, spreading her legs apart and presenting a fake smile.

 

The man looked at her for a moment.

 

“Are those milk tits? The rumour is you have milk tits,” Tsuno said.

 

“Why don’t you come here and find out?” She said while making a “come here” sign.

 

He crawled on the bed. He took her breasts into his hands and squeezed them hard. Milk indeed came out. Tsuno slurped the milk off her breasts and sucked her hard nipples. After a short while the man abruptly stopped sucking.

 

“Enough! Get in position. I want it doggy style, I don’t want to see your face while we’re having intercourse.”

 

Takira quickly obeyed.

 

“At least I don’t have to see his stupid face,” She thought.

 

Tsuno didn’t lose much time, he pounded her as quickly as he could and not much later it was over. He didn’t wash his hands, despite the fact Takira urged him to. He seemed to want to get away as soon as possible.

 

“It’s always the same with men, when they’re finished their business they lose interest,” Takira said while freshening up.

 

Not much later a buzz was heard again. Takira, not yet entirely rested, sighed. She didn’t bother looking at his name. She crawled on the bed, hoping it would encourage the man to finish his business faster than the last one. She looked at the low ceiling, and then looked at the undecorated walls. She sighed again. She looked at her watch and noticed five minutes had passed.

 

“Where the hell is he? Is he going to show up?” She wondered.

 

She got up and walked towards the hall. She found a tall man standing at the right of her slide door. His thoughts seemed elsewhere. He appeared to be in his mid twenties, his hair raven black.

 

“Hey you, are you my appointment?” Takira said somewhat untactful.

 

The man didn’t answer but he entered her room.

 

“My name is Mitsu,” The man said finally.

 

He sat on the bed, facing Takira. She followed his example.

 

“I thought you weren’t going to show up,” Takira said apologising.

 

“My boss, he’s giving me hard time. I don’t think I’ll make the deadline. I don’t why I came here. Maybe I just wanted to escape for a moment.” He said quietly.

 

“Oh, you poor man. I’ll try to please you as much as I can” The girl replied.

 

She carefully caressed his closest knee.

 

“What do you like?” Takira inquired.

 

“I don’t know. I haven’t been intimate with a woman in quite some time. I don’t have experience with a-“

 

He broke off.

 

“Think of me as a regular girl.” Takira suggested.

 

“I’m a woman and I expected to be treated as one,” The girl added.

 

She slowly caressed his leg further, towards the groin. Takira giggled, then smiled and finally gave him a hug. Mitsu reciprocated.

 

“Now, don’t be shy. Just lie like normal on the bed. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” The girl said calmly.

 

The man hesitated but finally obeyed. Takira slowly unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his chest. Mitsu didn’t object. The girl undressed him until he was naked. She gave him another quick hug.

 

“Would you like more?” She said teasingly.

 

“Yes, please.”

 

She leaned over the man, showing her large breasts. She rubbed them against his face. Mitsu, unsure of what she expected of him, watched. When she inserted a nipple into his mouth, she moaned softly. She pressed her boobs harder against him. The man closed his eyes, gently sucking her lactating nipples. He drank her delicious milk. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that, maybe never. Takira pulled her nipple out of his mouth. The man looked at her. She saw his desperate eyes. She quickly presented the other nipple.

 

The girl softly stroked his flaccid penis; it didn’t take long before it became erect. More hugging followed. Takira gave him another hug before she presented herself on his penis. She moved back and forth, from left to right. She moaned louder. The pace increased. The man enjoyed the view. Takira got off him and lay on her back. The man didn’t hesitate when he penetrated her. His puffing increased. He pounded her more quickly. Takira’s loud moans helped him to reach an orgasm. When he was finished, he hugged her. The girl smiled at him when he washed his hands.

 

“Al least this man knows when to wash his hands,” She thought.

 

They exchanged goodbyes. Mitsu left the room smiling, cheerfully.

 

Takira cleaned herself and sat in front of the computer. No more appointments were scheduled. It was because it was getting late, she figured when she saw the time.

 

“I can get some sleep.”

 

She pressed the button of her bedroom.

 

“I wonder what would happen if I slept in the company bed?”

 

She looked at the company bed but then reconsidered. She got in the closet and it automatically closed. She tried to feel where the light switch was for her bedroom. She found no buttons to press inside her bedroom. She started banging on the door.

 

“Let me out!” She screamed.

 

But no one heard her.

 

At the end, she tried to get some sleep, despite standing up.

 

“I hope the door of my bedroom automatically opens when there’s daylight.” She thought before falling asleep.

 

 

 

The next morning, Takira heard a buzzing sound in her bedroom. She woke up and saw the panel of the wall had slid open. With one eye open, she was trying to get accustomed to the synthetic light. Rigidly, she put one foot in her office room, then the other. She yawned. She stretched her arms and legs. All she needed was a cup of coffee. She yawned again. Then she saw a panel from the wall had automatically revealed a sort of kitchen. It had a small water tap with drainage. It also had a small table with tiny cubes on it. She took a closer look, noticing some cubes had different colors. Some were green, red or purple. She decided to taste one.

 

“This one tastes like kiwi.” She noticed.

 

“Raspberry,” She thought after tasting the purple cubes.

 

“Strawberry! My favorite ones!” She smiled delighted.

 

After she finished eating, a plastic cup appeared with water in it.

 

“Too bad it isn’t coffee,’ she thought.

 

She walked to her computer; she placed her cup on the desk and pressed a few buttons. Her next appointment would arrive in one hour. The time was 7 am. She put her clothes on. Her body ached for the bathroom. She slowly left her office, heading for the bathroom at the end of the hall. She looked at the ordinary door, which had no symbols. She decided to find a secretary to ask for more information. After a long time, she finally managed to find a secretary.

 

“Where is the bathroom?” She asked the secretary with a low voice.

 

The female secretary explained it. It was the same ordinary door as Takira suspected. Still, she had doubts about it.

 

“Are you new here?” The secretary asked.

 

“Yes, I am. I’m still trying to get accustomed to it. Thank you for helping me.” Takira said.

 

“I think I understand your problem.” The secretary continued.

 

She walked to her desk and opened one of her drawers. When she found what she was looking for, she handed it over to Takira. The company girl looked at it; it had a triangle shape made out of cardboard, covered with a small layer of plastic.

 

“The toilets are usually much occupied, even at this early hour. It’s a unisex bathroom. With a little bit of luck, a urinal may be free. What you have in your hands is an urination funnel; unfold it with your hands. If you’re lucky, use the regular toilets. However, don’t forget to press the button after you’re finished for instant incineration,” the secretary explained dryly.

 

Disgusted, Takira looked at the folded funnel.

 

“Don’t worry, it’s a spare,” The secretary assured her.

 

Changing the subject, Takira said: “What about coffee, where can I get it?”

 

“If you’re lucky, it will be provided in your office. However, the company decides what you can drink each day.”

 

Despite being disappointed, Takira thanked the secretary again and headed for the toilets. It was crowded; she stood in front of a urinal. A man was standing next to her; he was minding his own business. She unfolded the funnel and unzipped her pants. She slowly looked at the darn funnel. Then she carefully brought it against her vagina. At first, only a few drops went through the funnel, then it quickly turned into a convincing stream. She was pleased it worked. Even the last drops were no problem. She cleaned her hands and her pee aid at the sink.

 

She slowly returned to her office. Her appointment would arrive shortly. She undressed herself and lay on the bed, waiting. A man entered her room. She shivered. It was the same horrible man from yesterday; Yithzu Tsuno.

 

“Welcome back, Mister Tsuno,” she tried to say politely.

 

“Spare the chit chat, whore,” The man said harshly.

 

“I’m not a whore. As a matter of fact, how come you’ve got another appointment? There are many other men who’ll require my services. It’s impossible to get another appointment that fast.”

 

“I know one of the secretaries. And yes, you’re a whore!”

 

“Look, I’m a company girl. I don’t get paid for this job. Luckily I’m registered, so you have no foot to stand on.”

 

“Chill out, slut! I can call you whatever I want. Now, get on the bed.” Tsuno said.

 

“No, I won’t!”

 

“Get on the bed, or else.”

 

“Or else what?”

 

“I know your boss, Tomaka. If you don’t want me to have a talk with him, you better make my day!”

 

“I refuse.” She said firmly, folding her arms.

 

Tsuno said nothing but he quickly left her office. He cursed and he went to Tomaka’s office. He barged in. The boss, surprised at Tsuno’s unscheduled appointment, quickly placed the women’s underwear from under his nose, into his drawer. The angry man ignored Tomaka’s secret and said: “The company girl refuses her services at her office” He shakily said, trying to calm down.

 

“What?” Tomaka asked, his thoughts elsewhere.

 

Tsuno carefully reiterated what he said.

 

Tomaka looked at him for a moment, considering what he should do.

 

“Maybe you could teach her a lesson, Tsuno. Don’t bother me again with your childish manners. Here, take this.” The man threw the remote control over to Tsuno.

 

“How does it work?”

 

“Figure it out  for yourself. Now get out!” Tomaka impatiently said.

 

Tsuno left the office and Tomaka resumed his daily habits. Takira was on her bed resting and didn’t notice that the angry man had returned.

 

“Whore,” he empathised, “look what I have here.”

 

Takira reluctantly obeyed out of curiosity. A moment of silence passed. Then she recognised the object she never saw before.

 

“THE REMOTE CONTROL!” she thought.

 

She got up, headed towards Tsuno. She jumped, because Tsuno held the remote up high and she wasn’t as tall as him. The man backed off and kept her away.

 

“If you don’t do what I say,” the man threatened her, “I’ll make you suffer. I wonder what this pain button does.”

 

The woman, not impressed said: “Go ahead. As long I don’t have to engage sexual intercourse with you.”

 

Tsuno was disappointed; his mind raced between thoughts. His head became slightly red.

 

“Damn, this woman is hard to get,” were one of his thoughts.

 

He looked at the remote control once more. He saw the “orgasm inhibition” setting was activated.  Tsuno didn’t object to that. In fact, he thought, lots of women would want this.”

 

Desperately, the man said to Takira: “What about orgasm inhibition? Do you want to have that setting turned off?”

 

The girl couldn’t believe her ears. The only thing she craved for, in the hands of this lunatic. Her vagina became wetter then usual. Her breathing increased noticeably. Takira’s hands trembled. Finally she gathered her courage to say something.

 

“Turn that setting off! I’m quite sure we can put our differences aside.”

 

She crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs.

 

“Come on here! Don’t hesitate now!” Takira told a stunned Tsuno.

 

The man, glued to the floor, watched Takira. He didn’t expect this. Tsuno nervously switched the setting off. Then he automatically got on the bed, still with the remote in his hands. He undressed himself and started pounding her. Takira moaned harder than usual.

 

“Faster!” she instructed Tsuno.

 

The man obeyed. He came to his senses and activated the lowest pain setting. The woman instinctively puffed more. The man activated a higher setting. Takira’s moans and puffing increased dramatically. Tsuno, still not satisfied, increased the setting once more. Takira’s sounds were getting louder and faster. The man, trying to keep up with the pace, increased the setting for its highest level. Soon Takira was convulsing irregularly, her breasts rose and descended rapidly. Her erect nipples, red and swollen were clearly visible. After the last pound, Tsuno rested his head on her breasts. Both Tsuno and Takira had their lasts puffs, which now slowly subsided. Tsuno retreated from Takira and headed for the sink. He washed himself more than thoroughly. The woman, still recovering from her first orgasm in years, watched Tsuno. He was still washing himself.

 

“What’s wrong with you? We had wonderful sex. Instead of hugging each other longer, you just wash yourself and you don’t seem to quit it.” Takira said softly.

 

The man paused for a moment.

 

“I have to remove the sweat! I can’t believe I was attracted to you. Above all, you had an orgasm! I feel filthy. The smell, I can’t get it off! It’s horrible. What am I to tell my wife?” the said, again concentrating on washing.

 

“There’s no shame in that. I had several clients and you knew that beforehand,” she said, trying to comfort him.

 

The man was now even washing faster and harder.

 

“It’s filthy, it isn’t right. Your sweat is on my body and my sweat is on yours. I have to get it off. And a woman, having an orgasm, it’s just perverse! I’m trying to scrub off the sweat, it seems it dried on my skin because I still smell it!” the desperate man said.

 

All of the sudden, he got dressed and left her office. He walked away as quickly as he could, with the remote still in his hand. His shirt was not entirely tucked in. His shoelaces were not properly tied. He stumbled against the office door when he left, then he stumbled against a wall several times. Then, when he was waiting for the elevator, he leaned on the wall, still shaking. When the elevator door opened, he raced into it, pressed a button as quickly as he could and gave a sigh of relief when the elevator door closed completely. But involuntarily, his thoughts were still with Takira.

 

“Why am I attracted to that perverted girl? Why did I enjoy rubbing my body against hers? Why am I sick? Why did I enjoy hearing her have an orgasm? I wish I could get rid of this darn smell.”

 

He decided to finish his work at his office. But quickly he found himself unable to work normally. Then he did the most peculiar thing in his life: he took a day off and went to a pub to drink away his office problems.