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“Welcome, let me show you around! I’m guessing HR already gave you a rundown on how things work ‘round here?”
Rhode looked down at the bubbly woman greeting her. Everyone here wore the same attractive, form fitting Company Uniform. But this woman still managed to look slovenly, somehow. A stain here, hair out of place there. Immediately disinterested in anything she had to say, Rhode let out a sigh. She had bristled during orientation after being instructed to shadow her for a day and could tell her frustration was well-founded. Rhode had no interest in the routine of someone who had managed to lose their spot here.
“Yes, orientation was quite informative. I believe you will be showing me a standard day in this role?” Rhode spoke in a clipped manner. She had always been told she sounded precise, a description she quite enjoyed. It had the added effect of making those around her nervous, and she always found nervous people to be much more malleable.
“Oh, um, well, yes I suppose I am! I’m Wendy by the wa-” Rhode brushed past the outstretched hand and walked towards the door labelled SUPERVISOR.
“I assume we will be in here for the day, yes?” she opened the door and stood to the side, shooting Wendy with a look that made the other woman visibly shrink. A sharp tap of her foot caused the other woman to jump and stumble past her into the room, avoiding Rhode’s glare.
“W-w-well y-yes, this is where you will.. Oh dear me um.. Yes in here, please, thank you. Allow me.” Wendy scrambled to get the lights and clear some of her clutter off the desk, which was all piles of papers and unwashed mugs.
Striding into the room behind her, Rhode tsk’d at the state of things as she took in the sight of her new office. There was the desk, of course, that Wendy was hurriedly trying to clear - a semi-circle with plenty of space for someone who didn’t believe in clutter. Glaring fluorescent light from above (those bulbs would need to be changed) highlighting how unkempt the space was. High backed office chair, small kitchenette. And dominating it all - the monitors. From the base of the desk to just under the ceiling, a curved wall of screens. Dozens of them, all displaying identical date and time stamps alongside their camera’s identifier. Monochrome feeds, tinged slightly blue and occasionally flickering, created a tapestry out of every angle imaginable down on the shop floor. Rhode watched as customers filed in and out of the store, walking through the aisles while picking out items and filling their baskets.
Wendy had started prattling on about something or other to do with the camera recordings, still trying to make the space presentable. But Rhode was fixated on the screens. Eyes wide and a smile creeping over her face as she saw what she would be responsible for here. Dotted across the quietly humming vista, dutifully helping customers and stocking shelves.
The drones.
All identical, save for the identifiers printed across their uniforms alongside The Company’s branding. Over their latex catsuits, a strip of fabric that could charitably be called a mini-skirt failed to cover much of anything. Knee high, laced up boots buffed to a mirror shine. Full-faced masks, flawless chrome reflecting back the world around them. The perfect workforce, in so many ways.
Rhode adjusted herself as she felt a familiar strain in her trousers. This was it. Her dream realised. Ever since that first visit as a child, she had been obsessed with this store. The store with the beautiful, shining workers that doted on your every need. The memory of that first drone, crouching down to her height and reflecting back Rhode’s wide eyes and enchanted smile, had been preserved perfectly in her mind since that day. She had known instantly that she had to have them. Saw how they responded to commands and knew, deep down, that she had to be the one controlling them.
And all that stood between her and that dream was the pitiful woman still in the room with her.
Taking stock of her surroundings once again, Rhode pushed Wendy aside and took a seat in the room's single chair, crossing her legs up on the desk.
“Oh, well, I um.. That is, if I’m g-going to show you-”
“Enough.” Rhode finally switched to a more forceful voice, taking control of this woman as she was about to do with her beautiful drones. “You are going to show me how this works and then you will leave. Honestly, I can see why you’re being replaced. How could The Company ever have trusted you with this position?”
As the words sliced more and more off of her, Wendy backed away, tears forming in her eyes.
“It’s n-not as though… I didn’t… No one lasts long in this position, y-you’re constantly being evalua-”
A single finger held up in the air silenced the woman, as Rhode turned her attention back to the monitors and her prize.
“Quiet. Show me the controls.”
As Wendy fumbled through her explanations, Rhode’s excitement continued to grow. In fact if she felt any shame in front of the bumbling woman going over how to connect to individual headsets or how to broadcast to the entire store, it would have been quite difficult to hide her growing excitement. To her credit, when Wendy noticed, she didn’t mention it - and several nervous, lingering glances made it very clear that she noticed.
“A-and so, when you are giving commands, it’s important to use the correct phrases. I’m sure y-your recordings have already been sent through to the c-conditioning department, your voice will be accepted by them by tomorrow.”
Rhode’s brow furrowed slightly, realising she had to wait a little longer. Apparently Wendy would still have her uses. And the pressure between her legs was beginning to demand Rhode find a use for her quickly.
“Show me.” Rhode practically purred out the words as she put a hand on Wendy’s shoulder. Shivering slightly at the touch, Wendy simply nodded and began scanning the monitors for a subject, quickly finding one and pointing it out to Rhode.
“There. E-Employee #C-992.”
Rhode watched the drone as it methodically stacked shelves in its assigned aisle. Saw the light catch on latex as it bent over to pick up more stock. Her cock throbbed slightly imagining the creaking, rubbing noises the suit must be making, and her other hand moved absent-mindedly to press against it. Wendy looked back at her, not making any attempt to hide what she was staring at.
“U-um.. What w-would you like it to do?”
That question alone brought Rhode to the edge. God… Whatever she wanted. It was hers to control now. She felt the wet patch start to grow at her tip. She should start small…
“Tell it to touch itself.”
Wendy shook her head slightly, eyes still fixed on Rhode’s hand and what was beneath it. “Y-you’ll need to um… You have to b-be more specific with them. Otherwise the results can get a b-bit… Erratic.”
Rhode pondered this for a moment. Curiosity about erratic results would have to wait, she needed something satisfying and simple and she needed it now. “Fine then. Make it massage its tits.”
Wendy tore her gaze away and turned back to the desk, keying in 992's code and bringing the PA style microphone closer.
“Attention Employee #C-992. Your Service Is Required.”
Conditioning took hold and the drone immediately snapped up to stand at attention. Shining and statuesque, Rhode had never seen a more beautiful sight. A slight moan escaped her mouth as she continued to touch herself through her clothing, fighting the urge to cum already.
“Employee #C-992,” Wendy continued her instruction. “Please massage your breasts.”
992 began dutifully groping itself, still standing upright and straight-backed while grasping and grabbing its own chest.
It couldn’t be helped - Rhode burst out laughing. Joyous, giddy laughter. Here it was, the goal she had worked so hard for. Perfectly obedient toys and free reign to use them. There was a reason this store was so popular - and Rhode would be the conductor for the lewd acts that made it so. She watched greedily as the drone continued to follow the command it had been given, unable to stop itself. Customers passed by, pointing or taking photos of the show. Rhode found she was unable to stop herself either, stroking through her clothing no longer enough. She moved to unzip and-
“Thank you, Employee #C-992. Back to work. You Served Well.”
The drone and Rhode were both broken from their reverie by Wendy's voice. But while 992 happily went back to stocking the shelves, Rhode stared the woman down, rage in her eyes as Wendy stammered out an apology.
“W-w-we can't let them g-go on for too long. It's p-policy, ma'am.”
Rhode’s rational thoughts battled with her body’s heightened sensitivity as she imagined the sights and sounds of Wendy being drawn and quartered. She sighed. One day. One single day of this pissant interfering and then she could start living the life she had dreamt of. She flicked a hand dismissively and went back to rubbing herself.
“Another, then.”
The remainder of the day passed in a glorious haze for Rhode. Giving up any pretence of respectability, stroking herself and cumming again and again while having Wendy give more and more depraved orders to drones. Having them touch themselves, watching them get down on all fours to bark at customers, making pairs grind against or beat each other. She began to grope Wendy at some point, hungrily grabbing at her ass and her holes while she bent over the desk to whimper orders through the microphone. She naturally started to beg for more, but Rhode had no interest in fucking her. She had simply become something to squeeze with her free hand.
The sound of a printer eventually interrupted their hedonism. Wendy immediately pulled away, stumbling over to the end of the desk and pulling the paper from a small receipt printer. The urgency with which she moved shocked Rhode, causing some concern over the contents of the printout.
“Oh… Oh my. We have a termination order.”
Rhode relaxed at this. Her orientation had mentioned she would have responsibility for letting go of employees. However, something had changed in Wendy. The way she licked her lips like the words that left them were coated in honey and how she clutched the paper to her breast in reverence. A spark of curiosity kindled in Rhode’s gut.
“I shouldn’t b-but… I did always enjoy these ones. I’m glad there is one for my last day.” Wendy smiled, a beatific expression so at odds with what Rhode had seen so far she wondered who exactly this woman was for the first time since meeting her. The few steps she took back to the microphone were more self-assured. She didn't even spare a glance as Rhode started stroking herself again, hard once again with the promise of… something.
“You may, of course, handle these as you see fit. I will show you my preferred method though.” Back at her position at the microphone, Wendy's voice had taken on a sultry tone - the spark in Rhode's gut was being fanned to a flame.
Wendy scanned the monitors for a time before pointing out a specific drone. Of course, physically no different from the others, but seemingly idle and between tasks. Rhode watched as it inspected its suit for marks or blemishes, ensuring the shine was complete. God these things were beautiful. She wondered who she would have to convince to allow one to be kept in the office with her. Meanwhile, Wendy took a long, deep breath and activated the microphone.
“Attention Employee #Q-247. Your Service Is Required.”
The drone shot to attention, ready for its command. Wendy shivered with apparent excitement. The flame in Rhode burnt out of control.
“Stop breathing.”
Rhode’s eyes went wide as she stared at the screen, at what would have been one of her drones if it made it through today. There was no visible difference in what it was doing and yet, she knew, under that reflective coating…
“Holy shit…” The wildfire inside her was burning away any last vestiges of Rhodes’ humanity. She realised she had been so small minded, so pathetically crass in her imagination. She could make them. Do. Anything. Her stroking became frenzied as she stared into the monitor, refusing to even blink. Wendy swayed and hummed happily while she watched the drone. It would occur to Rhode later that this is likely why she had been replaced, because of her ‘fondness’ for these particular orders. But at this moment all she could think was anything. Anything she could make them do anything. They would do anything. Anything… She… Anything…
At the desk, Wendy’s humming reached a fever pitch. On the monitor, 247 collapsed. And in the chair, Rhode came harder than she ever had before, crying out and shooting across the screens. Wendy seemingly reached her own climax by the way her knees buckled slightly and her humming gave way to moans. She quickly recovered though, activating the microphone again. Broadcasting this time to the store-wide PA system.
“Attention all employees. Your Service Is Required.”
Across the screens, every drone in the store stood to attention. Customers as well seemed to react, hearing the voice chime out and wondering what was about to happen.
“Employee assistance required in aisle 17. Medical aid required. Nearest employees, take Employee #Q-247 to Office 3. Thank you, You Served Well.”
As the Drones went back to normal, and the ones closest to 247 rushed to carry her away, Wendy seemed to collapse inwards at the task's completion. She turned and was reminded that she was not alone, jumping at the sight of Rhode in the chair behind her, panting and twitching.
“Anything… Anything at all…” Rhode was mumbling and giggling as she rode the high.
Sensing she was no longer needed, wanted or required in the office, Wendy quietly shuffled out, still clutching the tiny printout with #Q-247's information on it. The soft sounds of panting and Rhode's laughter trailing away as she shut the door behind her.