Chapter 2

Laura walked up to the glass fronted building of Finklevich and Company and went through the revolving door. The building appeared to be fully staffed by women, she could see no men anywhere. The women all appeared to be young and of slim build like herself, except for those showing obvious signs of pregnancy.

Laura approached the receptionist and was directed to take the lift to the seventeenth floor.

She was met by Suki. “I will be your mentor for the next three days. It won’t take that long this job is easy-peasy, Come this way and I will find you a workstation.”

Laura followed Suki. “It will be yours until you go on maternity leave.” Suki said directing Laura to sit.

Laura noticed how clean the seat looked, suddenly being reminded of how moist her crotch felt.

With a very red face Laura spoke. “I wonder if I might need to clean up a little before I sit down, I was ‘inseminated’ on the way here this morning.”

Suki laughed. “Don’t worry. It happens a lot.”

Suki lifted the front of her skirt to reveal her inner thighs coated with dried cum, then pulled out the chair at the next workstation.

“We all leave cummy marks on our chairs. You only have a nice clean one because we replace the seat cushion when anyone leaves. It is your chair, you can even piss in it if you want, we will all get a bit incontinent anyway when we get pregnant. Enjoy!”

Laura was still looking at Suki’s chair, and yes it had signs of more than just cum on the cushion.

Suki continued. “Sit down and I will log you in.”

Laura sat, feeling cum ooze out of her on to the seat.

Suki typed and asked Laura to press her forefinger on the fingerprint reader to register her on the system, and then got her a headset.

Laura put on the headset and Suki continued. “It will ring, and auto answer. All you have to do is answer the questions as best you can. Use the search facility if you need to. That is really all you have to do. It is not rocket science. If you are stuck on anything click the ‘mentor’ button and I will help. You start work when I start, you take breaks when I take breaks, and you go home when I go home. Simple, simple, simple!”

Suki clicked the start button and watched for a few minutes while Laura just got on with listening, searching, and answering the questions. She was a natural.

Laura stayed in her seat and worked until lunch time when Suki paused her calls and took her to the staff restaurant. Over lunch Suki explained that breeders were cheap to employ so all the staff were reject meatgirls - men were far too expensive. The only women who made it to senior management were the infertile who were able to stay long enough to climb the career ladder before being minced at age thirty.

This reminded Laura that her end would not be gentle roasting in an oven, the gentle warmth of being spit-roasted over an open fire, or even a swift end in a guilotine before being parted out for the butcher’s counter. No, her end would be in the mincing machine either on her thirtieth birthday or after birthing her fifth child.

Laura put thoughts of her future out of her mind and ate her mince and onion pie.

Suki and Laura went back to work and the afternoon was uneventful. At a quarter to five Suki logged Laura off and they went down in the lift together.

As the lift door opened Suki said. “Time to run the gauntlet.”

Laura could see women pressed up against the glass either side of the revolving door being banged from behind.