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I work for the Company; and I have to tell you, it's great.

 

I'm in Litigation, which is the second largest department, beaten only by Finance. Litigations is an umbrella term; we handle contracts and all government agreements, legal disputes inside and outside the Company, and of course the political fees and smoothers. The job is a sinecure if there ever was one; with the long overdue death of consumer rights we're pretty much immune to prosecution from anyone who buys from us; which of course includes you, by mandate. The Litigation with the government is continual and never-ending and a matter of forms; and it doesn't mean a damn thing, it's just how we keep the spigot of government subsidies and payouts flowing. "Oh well," says the Legislators. "We lost another lawsuit and the Company gets their trillions again this year, nothing we can do, law is law." Such good boys. We make sure the elections go smoothly; that's what Finance is for after all.

 

I've been here eleven years, and done very well for myself. It's all in knowing how. Once I hacked into Human Resources and got access to the personnel files, I was golden. The boys upstairs signed my renegotiated contract without a fuss and now my bonus is nice and regular. I'm a good blackmailer; I handed over the evidence as soon as they thumbed the contract. (A few people have tried to double-dip at that game, and they ended up at the bottom of the river. It's all in knowing the rules.) For the boys upstairs, paying out bonuses is just a cost of doing business and all very tax-deductible. If you don't get stupid it's all good.

 

That's my motto, in fact. If you don't get stupid, it's all good. You just have to know which rules are there for show and which ones really do get applied to your pay grade.

 

Which brings me to why I love my job so much.

 

The Company does have to toe the line when it comes to the Full Employment Act, so we hire to quota every year. Since everything that matters is decided upstairs, and everything else more or less runs on automatic, we're basically hiring bodies to look busy and keep the wheels spinning. Yeah, we do need some smart people in Product Development – it's not easy coming up with cheaper and cheaper ways to manufacture the Mandated Products – and the Finance and Litigation people need to be on their toes in case the Legislators ever start pretending they call the shots. Mostly, though, the Schools disgorge their graduates and we comb though, picking what we like, and it's all good as long as the quotas get hit.

 

It's not like it's any secret – we have to hire 52% women and we need to hit the racial numbers, but that still gives us a lot of freedom to choose what we like. And what we like, in our women, is hot bodies, pretty faces, average intelligence, and a record of doing what you were told in School. You can cry me a river if you think it's wrong. The ones the Company doesn't hire... yeah, enjoy your career in the Municipals, or Services. Life at the poverty line sucks, baby, and so does a seven day workweek. You want to be here.

 

And our interviewees are eager to prove how much they want to be here. Skirts are short during interview week – and stay short for the female employees who want to move up, or the ones who get in trouble. There's not too much trouble, though. Every once in a while some too-clever bitch works out that this place is sexist, or some damn thing... and takes a complaint to Human Resources. Much hilarity ensues. A word to the Police, and said Miss Too Clever is suddenly arrested with proof-positive of illegal drugs in her apartment, the stuff that we don't manufacture and you have no legal right to own. Enjoy your five years in the Prisons and then a job in Services, if they have openings, because the Company sure isn't taking you back... yeah, we're not about forgiveness here.

 

I'm in on the Human Resource betting pool – they give odds on who's going to complain and how many we'll send packing each year. Kind of unfair because they do have full access to the School records, so they know who's likely to have the bright ideas on personal rights. But hey, I've won more than I've lost on the betting so heh. I'll let you in on my technique, because it's petering out anyway - the local ones who had Miss Canara in sixth grade tend to be mouthy, because she was apparently big into teaching personal and employee rights and shit. We got her bagged once we caught on - the Schools have to do business with us like everyone else - so that little issue is resolving itself.

 

Some of the girls we hire tend to get... special mentoring from the guys who have done well in the company. You just have to keep your eyes out for an opportunity...

 

source: https://www.literotica.com/s/why-i-love-my-job-ch-01

 

"CUT! Fuck, Ellie, stay on script!"

 

"I'm... I'm scared. It's not just acting. You all want me to really like girls. I can tell!"

 

"Yeah? All the girls are expected to play for both sides. You're not special. You can't help liking Ginger's body and you know it, so stop fussing."

 

"Don't wanna be gay... bad... don't make me..."

 

"Sheesh," Joe mutters. "She's really hot, but check the old world attitude. Get with it, girl. Everyone's into everyone now. I mean gay rights today, little girls tomorrow and poodles the day after. Eventually it's all robots. It's just fucking. Get over yourself."

 

"Wait. This stuff can turn straight people gay?"

 

"Eh, who knows. They feel what we tell them to feel while the drug's in play. She just got reminded that she likes Ginger's body so for the next few hours that's real to her. Do that enough and maybe it sticks, but who knows or cares. Look, Mark... I get you're a deep thinker, but stop looking for the social meaning, ok? This is about money and sex, and fuck the rest. No one's trying to cure cancer here. You said you wanted career change, and you're a rock solid guy with gun skills and a sharp brain. But you can tell there's big, big money behind this and the investors don't want their very safe bet fucked with, so if you get squeamish you're gonna have to promise to keep your mouth shut, and I mean Or Else. Kay?"

 

"No, I get it. It's just a lot to wrap a head around."

 

"Then use the other head. Ok, they're ready to start again, here's the audio..."

 

https://www.literotica.com/s/reinventing-porn-ch-01