A 'Routine' Enslavement
by Falcon


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Chapter 4.   Stephanie's New Job

Two weeks had passed since my interview.  I had just about given up 
hope of landing the job at Masterson Automotive when the phone rang 
and it was Jeff Duncan.  He offered me an entry level position in their 
accounts receivable department and named a starting salary that 
sounded good.  My department head would be Tom Jenkins, while my 
initial training supervisor would be a Miss Watson, assistant head of the 
department.  It was agreed that I would report for work the following 
Monday.

On Monday I went to my job dressed in attire more modest than what I 
had worn to the interview.  I wanted to play it safe.  I had noted during my 
interview visit that most of the female employees were wearing quite 
conservative attire.  I did not want to draw hostile glances on my first day.

I waited in the reception area with a sense of mounting anticipation.

"Hello, Stephanie Glenn I presume?  My name is Vicki Watson.  You will 
be working closely with me.  Tom is in meetings all day today so you 
probably won't meet him until tomorrow.   I will take you to our 
department, but they are painting the hall we would normally use today, 
so we will need to take an alternate route, cutting through the observation 
mezzanine of the company's gymnasium."

We went up a flight of stairs and walked down a long corridor to where 
there was a set of double doors where she hesitated.

"If you aren't entirely comfortable with male nudity you may want to avert 
your eyes for this next bit.  You see we are doing pre employment 
physicals for non-citizens in the gym today.  If you choose to look down 
over the railing you will see perhaps a hundred naked applicants of both 
sexes being examined, assembly line style."

"But what about the indecent exposure law?  Doesn't that apply here?"

"Not at all.  Since we are a private employer we can simply waive that on 
company premises.  We just have to take care that no children or non 
consenting adults see these naked applicants."

I was amazed at this revelation.  I followed her through the double doors 
and tried my best not to look.  But I couldn't help myself.  It wasn't every 
day I got to see naked men!  Some of those guys were very well hung!  I 
felt sympathetic to the men and women I saw who were being stripped of 
all dignity as they were herded like cattle from one examining station to 
the next.

"Why aren't they examined individually and privately, as I was?"

"Stephanie, you are a citizen, so we were obliged to respect your dignity.  
These people are not citizens so we owe them no such consideration.  It 
is more efficient for the company to examine them in this manner, 
whatever the cost to their dignity!  We are doing them a big favor just to 
let them apply for jobs here!"  If we give them a job, however lowly the 
position, they can generally avoid being picked up for vagrancy and make 
enough progress paying down their debts so that some creditor doesn't 
enslave them!
"That could really happen?"  I had heard of slavery, of course, but I 
thought it was only imposed as a punishment for crime.

"Yes indeed!  Creditors want, and are entitled to, satisfaction under our 
laws.  Many nonCits fall into slavery every month, while some of the more 
fortunate ones manage to earn enough money to qualify for citizenship.  
There is both downward and upward mobility.  Being a non-cit is not a 
condition of birth but a status one falls into by not being or remaining 
productive enough to achieve or maintain citizenship."

I had learned something new, that non-citizens could be enslaved for 
debt.  Fortunately citizens, myself included, did not have to worry about 
that, or so I thought at that time. 

Eventually we got through the gym, went down another hall to the area 
she indicated was our department.  She showed me the cubicle that 
would be mine, and introduced me to June and Lacy.   These two would 
be my colleagues in the department. 
 
"I understand you have experience doing general ledger work through 
trial balance.  That being the case, you should have no difficulty doing the 
kind of reports we usually give to new accountants in this department.  To 
begin, you will be working with June in the preparation of a report on 
receivables for the division head."

With that she left me with June to get started.  After several hours working 
on the project June suggested that I might join her and Lacy for lunch.  

"We are going to a café called the 'Garden Club' here in the building 
where some of the more broadminded employees have their lunch and 
enjoy a bit of entertainment at the same time.  So, if you don't have any 
serious hang-ups about nudity, why don't you come with us!  I think you 
will find it quite an experience!"

I agreed to try it and followed them to the center of the building where we 
entered a private courtyard with lush greenery and a fountain and quite a 
few tables set out where people were dining.  What immediately shocked 
me was that, standing next to many of the tables where patrons sat, there 
were waiters and waitresses that were, except for steel collars around 
their necks, completely naked!  

They all appeared to be physically fit.  They were obviously explaining 
menu choices and taking orders.  We proceeded to sit down at one of 
these tables and soon a male waiter approached.  He placed a bowl of 
fragrant soapy water on our table and some small cloth napkins.  I 
wondered what that was for and asked him.

"Since you are new here I will explain.  It is 'hygiene water' which we 
waitstaff place on each table in case a patron wishes to touch us.  Would 
each of you young ladies like to start with a glass of our best house 
wine?"

"I'm sorry, I stammered, could you please repeat the question?"  My two 
companions laughed out loud.  June was in stitches, her shoulders 
shaking, and her knees bouncing up and down with her belly laughter!  In 
truth I hadn't even heard his question because I was totally preoccupied 
looking at his penis.  It was almost at my eye level and only a little more 
than a foot away from me!  It was of impressive size, though flaccid.  And 
it was circumcised.  The glans had a purplish hue.  Below it was a low 
hanging scrotum containing two very impressive balls!   I made a 
conscious effort to raise my glance to meet his glance.  Suddenly I 
became aware that my face was red as I realized he had noticed where 
my eyes had been.  We all agreed to his suggestion and he left us to get 
the wine.  Lacy opened her eyes wide as she looked at me, taking in my 
embarrassment, and then she tossed her hair with a quick flip of her 
head, as if to say 'better get used to it, honey!'

As I looked around I noted that female waitresses were generally waiting 
on male patrons while males were waiting on females.  Some male 
patrons were intimately touching some of the waitresses.

"I know the company can waive the indecency laws on company property, 
but how do they even get guys and gals to do such humiliating jobs?"  I 
asked.

"Simple.  Notice the steel collars around all the young necks!  The young 
college kids you see here waiting tables have all been enslaved by a 
court, either as punishment for a crime or as restitution to a creditor for 
debt.  They work naked here because their owners have ordered them to 
do so!  It is intended to be a humiliating punishment for them as no free 
person would volunteer for such work!"

I was well aware of just how strong the taboo in our society was against a 
person appearing naked before members of the opposite sex.  So I had 
no doubt that the humiliation was very real indeed!  I had heard of sex 
slavery before, of course, but had never experienced it so up close and 
personal!

Just then our well hung waiter returned with our wine.  As he stood next 
to Lacy to present her a glass, I noticed that she had placed her hand on 
his muscular buttocks and was drawing him in closer.  Then, with her 
other hand she began playing with his genitals.  I was shocked to see this 
going on in a restaurant!  Presently he became partially erect and I 
noticed some pre cum forming on the tip of his penis!  

Lacy seemed satisfied that she had been able to procure such a reaction 
and proceeded to wash and dry her hands using the 'hygiene water' and 
small towels he had earlier provided.  I thought how humiliating it must be 
for him to actually invite such intimate touching by providing, in advance, 
the means for a customer who so indulges to clean herself!

"Why don't you fondle him a bit Stephanie?"  Lacy stated as she finished 
drying herself.

"I would not feel comfortable doing that.  It is not that I am a prude, or that 
I wouldn't enjoy it under other circumstances.  But the involuntary nature 
of his service would trouble my conscience if I were to indulge.  I don't 
believe sexual slavery is right or decent!  I think we should not take 
advantage of another's misfortune!"

"Well hello 'Miss Holier Than Thou"!  Do you think you are better than 
June and I?

"Leave her alone Lacy.  She just sees things differently than we do.  
Perhaps in time she will become comfortable with sexual slavery, as most 
people eventually do.  Then she will be able to indulge herself right along 
with us!"

After our lunch the three of us returned to our department, just in time for 
the weekly staff meeting called by the division chief.  The meeting took 
place in the Emerson Library.  I was introduced to all present.  After much 
routine business, the meeting adjourned.  Miss Watson came by to check 
on how I was settling in and whether I had any questions about the report 
June and I were collaborating on.   Soon it was time to go home for the 
day.

The next day Miss Watson introduced me to the head of our department, 
Tom Jenkins.  He was a portly and not very attractive man.  He kept me 
standing in front of his desk for some time while he fiddled with various 
documents.  He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye.  

"You are to be complimented on your very professional mode of dress, 
Miss Glenn.  Some of our new female hires try to impress the male 
managers by wearing short skirts to work.  I see you have exercised 
better judgment than that."  His eyes seemed to sweep up and down my 
figure.  I had the distinct feeling he was undressing me mentally.

"Thank you sir.  I am glad you like my outfit."  In truth I wished he would 
move on to talk about things other than my physical appearance.  He was 
beginning to creep me out.

"I will be leaving for Europe tomorrow.  It will be a month long trip where I 
will combine business with pleasure.  I trust that you are getting along just 
fine with Miss Watson, who will be your interim supervisor."   

It was a statement, not a question.  After a few more pleasantries he 
indicated that our meeting was over.  I was disappointed in his rather curt 
manner and wondered just what sort of boss he would prove to be.  Still I 
was getting on all right with the assistant department head, so perhaps 
things would work out anyway.

During the weeks that followed I made steady progress with my report 
and gradually gained more confidence as I learned my way around all the 
people with whom I needed to interact.  I did experience some discomfort 
on learning that Lacy was talking to many of my co-workers about the 
incident in the Garden Café.  She was convincing a lot of people that I 
was a prude because I would not touch the waiter's genitals!  She and 
June were no longer inviting me to join them for lunch.  I wasn't 
comfortable going back to that place where I had so embarrassed myself, 
so I started bringing a brown bag lunch.

Miss Watson eventually assigned me a project that June thought should 
have been given to her.  June then started putting it about that I must be 
sleeping with one of the male managers to get such a choice assignment!   
The corporate atmosphere was becoming decidedly more hostile to me.

The month was soon up and Tom Jenkins returned from Europe.  If 
anything, he was more portly than before his trip.  I was really turned off 
by his appearance.  After a couple of days he called a staff meeting and 
announced that Miss Watson would be leaving us effective immediately.  
Everyone would be reporting to him directly.  Also he announced that, 
largely on his recommendation, the company was starting a new tradition 
of casual Fridays.  All employees would be given extra time to make use 
of the company's gym and swimming pool on Fridays to maintain physical 
fitness.  There would be poolside refreshments served every Friday at 
mid afternoon.  All employees would be expected to dress casually.  
Jeans or even shorts would be acceptable dress.

The first casual Friday I chose some jeans that fit me loosely and a 
modest top.  Jenkins made some crack about my "excessive modesty" 
and suggested I needed to get more into the spirit of things.  He also 
asked me out for a date.  I declined politely, indicating that I was currently 
involved with someone else.  I hoped he would accept this.

Then he began to pick on my work on the slightest pretext.

When the following Friday rolled around I decided perhaps it would be 
harmless to humor him a bit so I wore short shorts and a sleeveless short 
halter top as many of the other women in the department were doing on 
Fridays.  He seemed very pleased.  He made no secret of the fact that he 
liked my body.  His hands began to wander where they shouldn't go.  He 
touched my bare shoulder and traced my collarbone.  I pushed his hand 
away.  He again asked for a date.  I felt I needed to put him down firmly 
this time so as to discourage any more attempts.  I made it clear to him 
that there could be no physical relationship between us since I wasn't 
attracted to him in that way.

Around mid morning he called me into his office for a private conference 
on my latest report.  He instructed his secretary that there were to be no 
interruptions, then closed the door.  He motioned for me to sit next to him 
on the sofa he kept in his office.  I was a bit uncomfortable with the 
intimacy of this considering how scantily I was clothed.  He groped one of 
my breasts.  I slapped his face.  

"Keep your hands off my body!"  I screamed at him.

"You better watch your attitude, Miss Glenn, if you want to keep your job!"  
He said this with a growl.

Not daunted, he began to fondle my left leg.  That really was too much!   
My legs weren't for the likes of him.  I felt way above him in the sexual 
pecking order of things.  I needed to defend my status by keeping those 
hands off my body.  I pushed his hand violently away from my left leg, 
then I slapped his face real hard, forehand and backhand.  His pride was 
clearly stinging as well as his face.

"That does it bitch!  Go pick up your final paycheck!   You don't have a job 
with this company or any other company if I can fix it! "

I go directly to Human Resources and file a sexual harassment claim. Jeff 
Duncan interviews me about my harassment claim.  Paul Gregory, the 
company shrink, also interviews me.  I find that I am still fired despite my 
claim of harassment.  Many weeks go by and it becomes clear the 
company will not investigate my claim.


