DEI Hire

Karen's first day at Rogerson and Babcock was not the experience she expected. It was humiliating, intrusive, and disgusting. This was not because Karen was the only female employee in the office, but rather due to the nature of the company's Diversity, Equity and Inclusion policy.

Her video interviews with the place didn't seem off. Mr. Rogerson, her hiring manager, was complimentary, and even cited her The Importance of Positive Female Energy in the Workplace paper from her college as "Just what our company needs." Her excitement at being hired in to head the company's department on diversity, equity, and inclusion was better than she could have hoped for. Given that she was fresh out of college with no real experience, the offer sounded incredible.

Her salary was higher than average. The company paid for her relocation, and they even helped her find an apartment near the office to cut down on her commute time. Karen was both grateful and anxious.

On her first day, Mr. Rogerson showed Karen to her office, which was not an office at all. Instead, it was a desk, in the center of a bullpen. On the desk was a camera, and a small teleprompter. Confused, Karen sat down in the chair and asked, "Did I need to supply my own computer?"

"Computer?" Rogerson asked, seeming equally confused. "You don't need a computer, sweetie. Just pull out those big melons."

Karen wasn't sure she'd head him correctly. Her cheeks colored. "Excuse me?"

"Your melons. Your tits. Pull them out for the camera, please."

"My—what is wrong with you?"

Rogerson now looked annoyed, rather than confused, asking, "Did you even read any of the literature?"

The literature provided by the company was as thick as any novel, and Karen had not read beyond the first few pages. She was forced to admit, "I… didn't have time to read it all."

"If you had, you'd know that your function in this company is to provide a diverse culture of male employees with equitable time to invade your privacy," Rogerson said, tapping his foot. "DEI."

"That isn't what it means!" Karen protested. "That's not how it works at all!"

"Well, I suppose we had a misunderstanding," Rogerson said. "You can leave. We'll expect to be reimbursed for your relocation, and you'll need to vacate the apartment by the end of the day. We'll keep the videos from the cameras in the apartment to offset our losses, of course, per the employment agreement."

Karen sputtered, flushed, and said, "Videos? In my apartment? What videos?"

Rogerson shook his head, saying, "I really expected more from someone who was supposedly highly qualified for this role. Security will see you out."

He began to walk away, pulling out his phone. How had this all gone so horribly wrong so quickly? In only minutes, she'd gone from a promising career with a good salary to jobless, homeless, and in debt.

"Wait!" she cried. "Just… wait." Rogerson turned back, stone-faced, tapping his foot. "I… I don't understand."

"Perhaps if you'd read the literature you would," Rogerson said. "However, you did not. We're not interested in employing someone who can't even be bothered to read up on their job before their first day. Good day, Karen."

Suddenly afraid and desperate, Karen did the only thing she could think of. She pulled up her blouse. Rogerson stared at her big tits, encased in a lacy bra, as Karen blushed. He returned to the desk, switched on the camera, and said, "Take off the top and the bra."

Karen hesitated but she did it, setting her blouse and her bra on the desk. The other men in the bullpen, who had been watching with quiet interest, stared at her melons.

"Alright," Rogerson said. "We'll give it a shot." He turned on the teleprompter and said, "Just sit here, read the lines, and do what they say."

Karen looked at the lines. Her mouth worked but nothing came out.

"Is there another problem?" Rogerson asked.

Karen slowly shook her head and read the lines, "Hello, everyone. This is Karen, your DEI specialist. I hope I can fill your day with some positive female energy, while you all watch me play with my… my big… slutty melons for you—do I have to read this?" Rogerson's glower said that she did. "You're all invited to invade my privacy and use me as your—" she paused and looked up, pleading. Rogerson was unmoved. "And use me as your… jerkoff inspiration."

Below the lines came in instruction, which Karen followed. She groped her tits in her hands and shook them for the camera as tears welled in her eyes.

"Just do what the teleprompter says, and you'll be fine," Rogerson said, looking at his watch.

By lunchtime, Karen was ashamed, humiliated, holding back tears, and wanted nothing more than to quit. However, Karen's pussy was also wet and her panties were soaked through. For nearly 3 hours, she'd played with her tits. She pinched her nipples, tugged on them, bounced them, drooled on them, rubbed drool into them, and even attempted to suck on them.

Mr. Rogerson returned to the desk at lunch hour, bringing with him a tray, which he set down. The tray held a hotdog in a bun, smothered with ketchup and mustard and a glass of milk.

"Not bad work, Karen," he said, stepping behind her and helping himself to a handful of her tits.

Karen flinched, tried to pull away, and Rogerson squeezed her melons in his hands, saying, "Just settle, Karen. It's only a little invasion of personal boundaries. We wouldn't have this problem if you'd just read the literature."

For the next few minutes, as Karen sniffled in front of the camera, her boss groped and fondled her tits. When he at last let them go, he pointed to the tray. "Eat up. Make sure you spill plenty of ketchup on those big jugs. The guys will think it's entertaining. The milk will be a nice follow-up. It was at the top of the office poll for 'things for Karen to spill on her tits'."

Karen's only reprieve was when she went to the restroom. However, even this had camera in it. For the rest of the day, she sniffled and degraded herself in front of the camera, following its instructions and saying filthy things.

Things were no better when she arrived home, now that she knew the apartment was filled with cameras. While she couldn't readily see them, she couldn't stop imagining anonymous men watching her. She got dressed in pajamas in the closet, wore a full coverage swimsuit to shower, and eventually went to sleep.

Her second day in the office was much like the first, though it wasn't only Mr. Rogerson who stopped by to molest her. Seemingly every few minutes, one of the staff would come to the desk, put his hands on her tits, and roughly squeeze them. They pulled on her nipples, sucked them, licked them, and slapped them around as they chuckled. At the end of the day, Mr. Rogerson called her into his office.

Slumped and head hanging, her tits aching, Karen trudged into his office.

"This is most disappointing, Karen," he said, looking at his computer monitor.

"What is?"

"Numerous complaints from your coworkers about your state of dress last night at home," Rogerson said. "No nudity at all. It seems you showered in a swimsuit, and got changed in the closet. The closet cameras barely caught even a glimpse of your tits." Karen groaned. Cameras in the closet? "We expect more from you. If you can't do your job…"

Karen got the message, slinking out of the office. At home, she changed into a white bra with matching panties, which she wore as she made dinner. When she took a shower before bed, she undressed, putting on a set of cotton pajamas for the night afterward.

The next concern arose when she got into bed and tried to fall asleep. Karen's pussy was very wet, and it wanted to be played with. Of course, she couldn't do that. Even under the covers, someone might see her moving her hand, rubbing it. Eventually, she managed to fall asleep.

Her coworkers continued to stop over and use her breasts for entertainment throughout the day. She played with them for the camera, said awful and slutty things from the teleprompter, and had to wear painful nipple clamps for the last hour of the day. Again, Rogerson called her into his office.

"Karen, you did better last night, but our medical staff are afraid you're neglecting your health."

"My health?"

"They say you haven't masturbated since you moved in. A girl needs to masturbate daily at the least."

"But—"

"I'll be sending over a masturbatory aid for you this evening. Please make sure you take care of the problem. We want you in good health and those big udders to stay entertaining."

Karen was dressed in a blue sparkly bikini and had only finished dinner when there was a knock on the door. Her first instinct was to throw on a robe to cover herself, though that would likely mean complaints from her coworkers. Instead, she peeked through the keyhole. A blonde woman in a set of scrubs stood on the other side.

Karen cracked the door and said, "Yes?"

"Hi! I'm Bella, your masturbatory aid. Can I come in?"

"My… what?"

"Your masturbatory aid. Mr. Rogerson sent me. He said you'd be expecting me."

"I thought he meant… look, I don't need any… help with that."

Bella looked annoyed, pulled out a small tablet, and said, "Fine. Sign here. I'll have to bill you a cancellation fee, and the company will expect you to pay for my time for the wasted trip."

"But—"

"Sign, please."

Karen looked at the screen. $425? She hadn't even gotten her first paycheck yet!

Sighing, she opened the door. "You can come in."

Bella came inside and set down a small bag on an armchair. Then she began pulling off her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Karen cried.

"Um, helping you masturbate? You expect me to get your girl cum all over my scrubs? I don't think so, honey."

Karen had no idea how to respond to a strange woman stripping down in her apartment, and threatening to masturbate her. Bella, however, didn't seem concerned with getting a response. She stood before Karen completely nude, picked up her bag, and gestured toward the bedroom.

"You prefer the bedroom or is out here good?" she asked.

"I… I don't—"

"Bedroom it is," Bella said, taking Karen by the hand.

Karen stumbled into the bedroom with her, where Bella sat her on the bed and said, "You just get comfy and take off that bikini, alright?"

With little other choice, Karen took off the bikini and blushingly lay back on the bed with her legs closed and hands over her tits. Bella pulled a portable tripod from her bag, slapped a tablet on top of it, and set it at the end of the bed. She then tossed a couple of vibrators and bottles of gel on the bed.

"Right, let's have a look at the cunt," she said, climbing on the bed with Karen.

Karen trembled and couldn't seem to open her legs.

"First time with a girl, huh?" Bella said. "You're gonna like this. Trust me."

First, Bella tapped at her phone and the tablet winked on, displaying a video of Karen at her desk. It was the recording of her day in the office.

"I don't want to watch this!" Karen complained. "It's gross."

"That's the problem," Bella said. "If you're going to be good at your job, you need to stop this 'it's gross' nonsense. Everyone knows you're a liar when you say that."

"I am not!"

Bella pushed her legs apart and looked at her glistening cunt.

"Really? It's so gross you're totally creaming over it."

"I… I wasn't."

Bella turned on a vibrator, uncapped a bottle of gel, and squirted some into her hand. Even though Karen knew it was going to happen, it was still a shock when the girl pushed that hand against her cunt and began rubbing the gel into it. She let out an involuntary moan and parted her legs further.

"You see?" Bella said. "That's better, right? You're just all backed up, honey. You need a good cum, don't you?"

Karen shook her head but even that was a lie. Bella lay on her side next to Karen and her tits touched Karen's arm. Her fingers in Karen's cunt worked deftly, and within a few minutes, Karen was softly mewling in pleasure. She didn't want to look at the screen, where men were groping her tits, but the alternative was to look at Bella. She didn't want to do that either, because the more Bella rubbed her cunt, the prettier she thought Bella looked. That was confusing because Karen wasn't a lesbian.

Bella traded her fingers for the vibrator, placing against Karen's cunt and moving her hand to Karen's tits. She gently played with them, licking and sucking her nipples, and soon Karen was on the point of an orgasm. Then, Bella put her lips on Karen's and her tongue into Karen's mouth. That was when the orgasm came.

Karen whimpered and groaned into Bella's mouth as she came, gently humping her pussy against the vibrator. Shame burned through her as she felt like a slut, letting this strange woman kiss her and touch her, like they were lovers. Only Bella's tongue felt good, and her hands were amazing, soft, and warm.

The next day at work, there was a monitor on Karen's desk, alongside the camera and teleprompter. When she sat in her chair, Mr. Rogerson placed her legs up on the desk, secured them with straps, and provided Karen with a vibrator.

"The guys want a little variety, and they were very complimentary of your O face when Bella helped you masturbate last evening. They'd like to see more of it. They've curated a list of pornographic videos they'd like you to masturbate to throughout the day."

Karen didn't protest. Nothing was a surprise. Mr. Rogerson removed her top and her bra, placing them on her desk. For the rest of the day, Karen watched porno, chosen by her coworkers, and masturbated her pussy through her leggings with the vibrator.

It proved to be a frustrating experience, as trying to masturbate through leggings made it difficult to achieve an orgasm. Thus, by the end of the day all she had was a wet pair of leggings and a frustrated twat. She'd been allowed only a few short breaks to get up and stretch her legs or use the toilet, but none of these things led to an orgasm either.

When Mr. Rogerson called her into his office at the end of the day, Karen was on the verge of tears. She wanted nothing more than to go home and strip off her leggings, to masturbate to an orgasm. Even if it meant doing it in front of the cameras.

"Good work today, Karen," Rogerson said, rounding the desk. "Not a single complaint! The guys were extremely pleased to see you sexually frustrated and watching degrading porn."

It was not a sentence Karen believed she'd ever hear from another person's mouth. She didn't know how to respond. Mr. Rogerson, however, didn't require a response.

It was then that Karen noticed her boss was not wearing pants. His naked cock was out and it was hard. She gasped as Mr. Rogerson rugged down her leggings, pushed her over the desk, and slid his prick into her highly agitated and aroused pussy.

"No!" Karen cried, but it came out as a desperate moan.

Mr. Rogerson pumped his cock into her sopping hole, and soon Karen was gripping the desk and humping back against him like a slut.

"There we are," Rogerson said. "Get what you need, Karen. Good girl."

He stopped stroking his cock into her, yet Karen continued humping it until she had a blinding orgasm, leaking girl cum down her legs. Mr. Rogerson then began hammering her fuckhole as she squealed, until she came again.

When he pulled his cock out of her, he said, "Off you go. Stop by tomorrow morning before your shift, and we'll start you on a diverse set of cocks to equitably invade that warm cunt."