Too Good to Be True Ch. 03

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A couple of days later I was called into the boss's office where my colleague Darla was bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, panties nowhere to be seen. Judging from her facial expression, she was bored, reading something on her comlink while she was plowed from behind.

"Did you enjoy your training, sugar tits?" he asked while taking Darla anally with long, powerful strokes. I was both appalled and impressed at the same time. As a girl who liked to play with herself, I had taken the occasional finger or small sex toy up my bum, but never anything that remotely resembled the size of this tool. How Darla didn't scream her head off was a mystery to me.

"Maybe you'll try harder from now on? I would really hate to see you go for another two weeks, we really miss you around here. This slut is getting way too loose."

I rolled my eyes. What a creep.

"Thank you, sir, I think I'll pass. The company only approves two weeks of training per person per year, so I'm afraid I'll have to stay up here. Oh, and I read my contract carefully. If it had said 'whore' instead of 'IT specialist,' I would have noticed. So unless there's anything else, or if you'd like to discuss the complaint I filed with HR, I'd better get back to work. We've got lots of calls on hold."

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The following weeks I got zapped a lot for all kinds of imaginary transgressions. My punishments downstairs had been brutal, but at least they had been fair according to the rules of the place and nobody had asked for any sexual favors. Even though I had been naked, chained up, and completely at their mercy, the guards had been very professional and polite. Punishment up here, in contrast, was arbitrary and mean.

But I hadn't gone through all this to give up now. I learned that my boss had a quota of five level two shocks per day for the entire department - all of which he used on me. After experiencing many soul-crushing level fours downstairs, this seemed a lot more bearable than before. I decided to grit my teeth and hope that he'd grow tired of torturing me.

*

More than three frustrating weeks after my return to the 378th floor, my HR complaint was finally processed. I found a short message in my inbox.

"Dear Ms. Shelby, thank you for your report. We have reviewed and re-evaluated your performance and found that the administered demerits and your training assignment were legal as per your employment contract and company policy. However, we are committed to a conflict-free working environment and thus have decided to reassign your line manager. Of course, you will receive compensation for the extra hours you worked with this month's salary. If you have any further questions, do not hesitate to contact us. Have a great day."

Dammit. They knew I had been treated unfairly, but didn't want to admit it. It wasn't exactly a big win for me, but at least they had reassigned the jerk and that was a huge relief. Finally, I was rid of him and could do my job in peace.

All the girls were happy, especially Darla. When the news broke, she came over and hugged me.

"You literally saved my ass. I owe you big time, thank you so much. All the girls do, we won't forget what you did."

It turned out to be a bigger win than I had originally thought. A month later, a new call center agent joined us, taking a seat three desks over. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my former boss - apparently he had received some thorough extra training downstairs and was now serving the rest of his contract as an agent. From that day on, a quick glance over to him was all I needed to put a smile on my face.

We were all worried who would take over the department when - as a surprise to everyone including her - they put Darla in charge. Karma's a bitch, I thought. We never found out what happened during those lunch breaks that our former boss spent in Darla's office. There were countless rumors, none of them ever confirmed. However, I was absolutely sure that it was perfectly legal according to his employment contract and company policy.

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And me, I finally had a good time and was able to enjoy Trivara like I had hoped - it helps when you're respected at work and your boss owes you favors. The two years passed faster than I thought and I'm nearing the end of my contract.

After years without any news from her, my sister has been released from her camp and has joined me here. Like with many political prisoners, they had given her the choice between serving the rest of her life sentence or being exiled. It was an easy choice to make, the entire family chipped in to buy her citizenship and she's now working in IT support next to Michelle and me. Having survived five years of back-breaking work under horrible conditions, she doesn't mind getting zapped in an office for a change. Her words, not mine.

Meanwhile, I've already lined up my next job. It's for the same company, this time in the R&D department, improving some of the products I am now very familiar with. It is well paid, of course, and the best thing: demerits are not part of the contract!