Corporate Drone

Fluttershy leaned back, turned up the vibrator a notch. She had finally entered every page in that stupid binder. It was nearly the end of her shift, but she had done it. She deserved a reward for all that hard work. She pressed the button again, and again. She leaned back in her chair, pulled her legs in. A shudder ran through her whole body.

“Hey, you finished!” Pinkie Pie was leaning over the cubicle wall. “I knew you could do it!”

“Thanks, Pinkie Pie. Couldn’t have made it through the whole thing without your, uhm, advice.”

“I’ve got good news, too. We’ve been monitoring your progress, and you’ve done better than any other temp we’ve had! They told me to take you up to see the boss when you were done!”

“What? Really?” Fluttershy clicked a button, lowered the intensity just a little. “They want to see me?”

“Yeah! I bet we want to hire you on permanently. Maybe even give you a promotion.”

“A…promotion?” Why should she care what a bunch of suits think? Who cares what the boss thought of her work? But it did feel…nice? Being recognized, being praised…

“Come on!” Pinkie Pie leapt out of her cubicle, gestured for Fluttershy to follow her. “The boss is waiting!”

Fluttershy stood up, wobbled a little. “Right, sure… Show me.”

The elevator went up and up and up. It stopped on the top floor. That seemed odd. When Pinkie had said “boss”, surely she had meant some middle manager? Maybe even the secretary who had given Fluttershy that overlong orientation.

The elevator opened on to a big atrium. Wood paneling and chrome accents covered the entire room. An empty secretary’s desk stood in front of two large wood doors.

Pinkie strolled forward, dragging Fluttershy by the wrist. She walked too fast. Fluttershy stumbled a few times, legs still clenching together. She was breathing heavier than she should be.

The boss’ office was big. Three of the walls were a single large window. The epitome of corporate excess.

Pinkie Pie bowed theatrically. “Hello, Ms. President.” Pinkie Pie tugged Fluttershy forward. “Typeset, let me introduce the President, CEO, owner, and founder of DiamondTech, Rarity Belle.

President Rarity looked up. She was sitting on her desk, leafing through a boring manila folder. “Ah,” she smiled. “So nice to finally meet you in person, Typeset.”

Fluttershy nodded. “Thank you. I wasn’t expecting the President to greet me personally. Sorry to take up so much of your time.”

“Oh, think nothing of it, my dear.” Rarity nodded to Pinkie Pie. Pinkie left, skipping and humming all the way.

“I must say, we’ve never had a temporary worker as efficient as you.”

“Thank you.” The compliment made Fluttershy’s cheeks redden. Why? She didn’t care what this corporate scumbag thought of her. She had heard all the rumors, followed the missing journalists and their research.

“Oh, how silly of me.” Rarity turned her body forward. Underneath her miniskirt, Fluttershy caught a glimpse of bare skin. “You must be wondering what position you are here for.” Rarity spread her legs, and her skirt pulled taut against her body. “You see, my last secretary quit on me, and it’s been so difficult to find a replacement.”

Fluttershy swallowed, and it would have echoed in the huge office, if not for the massive floor rug and photos littering the walls.

Rarity looked gorgeous. Soft skin, expertly crafted hair, and her suit had been tailored to accentuate every little curve just right.

Why am I thinking this? Fluttershy thought to herself.

Rarity beckoned Fluttershy forward. Fluttershy’s feet felt like lead. She had to drag them across the overpriced carpet to Rarity’s desk. Why was she sitting here talking to one of the most corrupt, most dangerous, most beautiful CEOs in the entire country? She needed to run, to bolt out the door.

Rarity smiled again. It was too wide, too malicious to be a proper corporate smile. “Go on, then.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t…”

“Get on your knees,” Rarity said.

So Fluttershy did. She was exactly eye level with Rarity’s pussy.

She had left the vibrator on, just a little. The buzzing clouded her thoughts. Why was she doing this? She didn’t want to be a secretary, even if it was for someone as powerful as Rarity. Especially for a company as corrupt as DiamondTech.

She just sat there, staring. Rarity’s grabbed the back of her head, wrapped fingers into her hair, pushed her forward.

Rarity smelt amazing. Lavender perfume, with a little hint of jasmine, just barely overpowered by sweat.

“Stick your tongue out,” Rarity ordered.

So Fluttershy did. She had never done this before. She started licking, pushing. The salty, sharp taste coated her tongue. It tasted better than she ever could have imagined.

She felt Rarity’s hand guiding her head, pulling and pushing her in and out. Rarity’s other hand reached into Fluttershy’s pocket, and she felt the vibrator remote slide out. Her vibrator started pulsing, faster and faster.

Fluttershy moaned. She shivered and gasped. There was too much happening, too much to take in. It tasted incredible. It felt incredible. It looked and smelled amazing.

Rarity pulled her head away. Fluttershy’s tongue and mouth continued moving for a moment, damp with Rarity’s juices.

“Extremely adequate,” Rarity said.

“Sorry,” Fluttershy muttered. Sorry for what? For disappointing this entitled corporate tool? It made no sense.

“Well, I guess your typing skills make up for it.” Rarity let go of Fluttershy’s hair, and Fluttershy’s head flopped down.

“And I suppose we could always install some biomods if I get bored of you.” Rarity moved into her actual chair, pulled out a stack of papers. “Here’s your new employee contract. No need to read it. Just sign next to all the stickers.”

This was it. All Fluttershy had to do was refuse. To ask for some time to think it over and then never come back.

“Sorry, but can I…” Forming the words was so hard. Fluttershy licked her lips. It tasted so good. “Can I think about it, and get back to you tomorrow?”

Rarity smiled. “A proper employee does not think.”

“But I don’t…”

Rarity was still holding the remote. She clicked a button. Fluttershy whimpered, still on her knees on the floor.

“You want to be a good employee, don’t you?” Rarity asked. “Good employees do not think for themselves. Repeat after me.”

Fluttershy grabbed her shoulders. Her mind felt like an outdated computer, chugging to startup. Why was it so hard to say anything? “I can’t…. I don’t want…”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. She opened the manila folder on her desk, flipped a page. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

“Of course not!” Fluttershy almost shouted it. Where did that come from?

Rarity smiled again. “Good. It would make me very happy for you to accept this job.”

“It would?”

“Yes, of course it would. And just think about it. Every day, you would get to come in, do some light typing. During my breaks, it is your job to help me feel better. And during your breaks, I will help you feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

No.

“Yes,” Fluttershy whispered.

“Wonderful! So just let me do the thinking for you. Now just sign here, here, and here.”

And Fluttershy did.