Lara, a young human resources manager, meets Maria at the campus entrance. As in her previous interviews, Lara is barefoot and wearing only a light dress. Maria could bet there is no underwear. With her casual jeans, thick t-shirt, and running shoes, Maria feels a bit overdressed next to her.

“Welcome aboard,” Lara smiles. “Come on, let me show you around and give you some final information.”

The campus is small and cozy, the two-story company building surrounded by a green park. Maria sees a number of people working with their notebooks on the benches and on the flat roof terrace. They are all dressed very casually, many of them barefoot, the women wearing light dresses. Maria likes the place, but something still bothers her.

“Is there some kind of dress code?” she asks. “All these dresses, bare feet and so on.”

“No dress code at all!” Lara assures her. “You wear what you like. Our people just find this style the most comfortable, you can embrace it or not, your choice”.

They walk slowly along the park path to the building.

“We are a small company, only about two hundred people, all of them work here,” Lara says. Well, Maria already knows that, she gathered all the information before applying here. They are a small company that does wonderful projects, highly recommended by other programmers. She really wants to work here.

“Standard insurance package, good kitchen, gym on site,” Lara continues. Maria knows all this.

“The gender ratio is skewed toward males, about ten to one,” Lara continues. Hmmm? That’s something new. “In general, there are fewer women than men in IT, you know, but even fewer of them fit our working practices. We’re happy to have you and hope you’ll stay with us for a long time.”

Maria stops. “Practices? What practices?”

Lara smiles. “Actually, you could have guessed them from our interview questions, but it’s time to tell you explicitly. Our working methods, coding conventions and all that stuff are standard. But we use the unique practices to keep everyone relaxed and sharp most of the time. We encourage everyone to have sex during breaks, as much as they can and want to. It really does wonders for our productivity.”

Maria is not shocked, but still very surprised. “You’re right, now all these strange questions about my sexual preferences, open-mindedness and number of sexual partners make perfect sense ... But is it legal?”

“Strictly speaking, yes. We are all adults and can have sex whenever we want, and there is no violence or coercion here, that is the main rule. Everything is strictly voluntary. But of course we can’t advertise it openly.”

Maria hesitates. “So ... how is this all arranged? When do I have to fuck? Ten to one, oh God...”

Lara puts a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have it yet. There are no necessary schedules or rules. You just fuck when you want, with whom you want, if there is a mutual desire. And you don’t fuck if you don’t want to. No pressure at all.”

“But,” she smiles, “all our women are happy to do it. I think you will be happy too. Now let me show you the place.”

Finally, the moment arrives. Maria looks around at the workspaces, the rooms full of developers. Some are in the middle of coding, others are drinking coffee or chatting. All dressed in their own comfortable style. Maria finds the sight amazing.

In the lobby, Maria saw a few men and women, mostly young and attractive, sitting together, chatting and laughing. At least the women are really happy and relaxed, she remarks to herself.

She hears familiar moans. At least two women are enjoying sex somewhere nearby.

“Yes,” Lara smiles. “We do not practice sex in the work rooms, it distracts everyone too much. We have several special break rooms for that.”

“I want to see.”

“Of course.”

They come out into the hallway. The groaning is louder there.

“Here you go,” Lara opens the door.

A cozy room with several couches, two of them occupied by couples. One woman is close to orgasm, her eyes closed and her mouth open. Another is more aware of her surroundings, grinning broadly and waving to them.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Maria follows Lara. They enter a huge attic. The floor seems to be covered with a thin carpet. All the walls are covered with blackboards, and on the opposite wall is a white board.

“This is the main area,” Lara explains, turning around. “It’s used for presentations and meetings. At the other end is the conference room. I will show it to you later. Here, this is the Chief Architect’s office. And here is the special communication hall...”

They enter. The first thing Maria sees is two naked women on the super-comfortable special chairs, a bit like the gynecological ones. The women are moaning with pleasure as they are being fucked. About a dozen more men are waiting in line, sitting in soft chairs and chatting about work.

“What is this?”

“That’s a special place to make and maintain cross-team connections. It works much better than the usual team buildings.”

“And the women?”

“They are on full-time duty here, serving everyone. We all sign up for the schedule here, each woman has her shift about once every two weeks.”

“And will I be there?”

“Only if you want to, my dear. But you’ll soon find out that no one is willing to give you their place on the list. If you want to try, you have to sign up two weeks in advance.”

“Wow. Just ... wow.”

She stares at the couples having sex, the women screaming loudly with pleasure. “Don’t worry,” Lara assures them. “No one will disturb you unless you ask for it or are in danger of breaking the rules. Of course, the men are always free to use the whole room for themselves, no restrictions. We have our share of gay and bisexual men. But mostly it is straight heterosexual contact, like everywhere else.

“But it’s not just for sex, of course,” Lara continues. “We use the place to chat, to make plans, to get to know each other, and we do all that a lot. There are video feeds set up, you can watch whatever you want.”

“What about the men?”

“They can watch too. Of course, no one is allowed to disturb anyone.”

“Can I watch and learn?”

Lara nods. “No problem. You can watch as often as you like, just like everyone else here. This is one of the most valuable practices, you can’t overestimate it.”

They return to their workroom. There are a dozen men and no women. Maria will be the first one here.

“This is your place, everything is already set up,” Lara shows Maria the usual work desk with a laptop on it. “We have WiFi all over the place, so you can work from anywhere if you want. But I suggest you spend more time with the team. John is the team leader.”

A handsome bearded man waves at Maria and smiles.

“Well, welcome aboard. If you need anything, just find me.” And Lara walks away, briefly kissing a man sitting next to the door.

“Well ... Hello everyone, I’m Maria,” Maria says uncertainly.

John is a tall, slim and muscular man. He wears his hair short and has a beard that almost covers the top of his chest. His eyes look kind. “I’m John, your team leader.” He holds out his hand for a handshake. “You’re a programmer?”

Maria shakes his hand. “Yes, I’m a recent graduate.”

He nods. “Well, that’s good, we like people to get fresh experience here and learn our stack from the ground up. We use some non-standard technologies.”