I woke up with an idea in my head this morning. It’s a dangerous place to begin, especially if it’s a big idea, or at least a potentially big one. But it was also a fun idea, so I thought rather than think too hard or plan (God forbid) I’d just dive in and start figuring out what this dirty little world might look like.
I have no idea if I’ll keep going with it (happy to hear your thoughts!) but it was definitely fun to write. And my curiosity over this fantasy office environment is definitely piqued.
While I don’t want to always send out a preview of paid posts to everyone, I thought this one deserves it, especially since the story it cut into two parts. I’ll put the paywall after the first, so you can get a decent idea of what’s in store.
The second part is quite a bit longer.
I hope you enjoy!
Intern 37
Sabine stood outside the door with a clenched fist and a smile. After a year of applications, five virtual interviews, three doctor visits, and almost daily trips to the gym, she was about to start her new job. Or, as Sabine thought of it, her new life.
While she had certain expectations, her nervousness over the reality of her new position was still high. The organization was not forthcoming, which made sense to her, but it left her as anxious as she was excited. Everything would be different once the door opened, and her years of dreaming would finally come true. She’d leave behind the parts of herself that fidgeted (like she was doing now) and become something else.
Maybe even someone else.
“Welcome.”
Sabine startled at the voice, having drifted off into a daydream, she didn’t even realize the door had opened. The woman who stood in front of her was dressed in a typical black corporate suit, her hair tied back and her makeup impeccable. If Sabine’s knees quivered, it was not her fault.
“Thank you. I mean, thank you, Mam,” she said, correcting herself.
“Come this way.”
Without another word, the woman turned and led her down a hall and around a corner to a solid wood door with the word Interns written on it. She opened it, waved Sabine in, and pointed her to a row of lockers that would have been appropriate in a fine spa or resort.
Inside the locker was a pair of black heels, a metal collar with a single ring in the front, and a coat hanger. Trying again not to shake, Sabine slowly undressed, hoping she was doing the right thing. The woman behind her gave no indication either way, and so she stepped out of her clothes, hung them in the locker, and put on the shoes. She gripped the collar as she turned around, unsure of what to do with it.
Thankfully, the woman took the collar from her, turned her around with a hand on her shoulder, and clasped it around her neck. She heard a click of a lock as the cold metal kissed her skin.
“Turn and face me.”
Doing as she was told, Sabine suddenly felt even more naked than she had a moment before. As the woman’s eyes moved up and down her body, assessing every inch of her, she stood perfectly still, her hands behind her and her back straight.
“Come with me. You’re close but not quite finished.”
Sabine was led into a large open bathroom with huge mirrors along the wall, numerous showers, soaking tubs, sinks, and rows and rows of products for hair, face, skin, and everything else.
“Spread your legs,” the woman commanded. She nodded again, her face still unreadable. “Now turn around and bend forward.”
She closed her eyes as she obeyed, her ass and her cunt in full view of this woman she had just met. Excitement and terror filled her in equal parts, and Sabine realized it was precisely the sensation she had been so desperate to find.
“Sit on the chair, and lean back. You did an okay job of shaving, but nowhere near perfect. I won’t punish you right now, but I will put it in your report, and your manager may have something to say about it. But for now, hold very still. If you end up bleeding, we’ll have a mess to clean up, and it will delay your official start.”
The straight razor sent another thrill through Sabine’s body as she sat back and spread her legs wide. Thankfully the shaving cream was warm as the woman began carefully sliding the cold steel over her skin. With remarkable skill, she slowly removed every single bit of hair, wiping the razor down after each swipe of the blade.
When Sabine was asked to turn over and part her ass, she could barely breathe, and while partially afraid of the steel, she was mainly terrified of how obvious her excitement was becoming.
In less than ten minutes, however, her mound, her labia, and her asshole were worked over slowly and thoroughly until her entire body tingled. The warm washcloth that followed nearly made her come, but soon, the treatment was over, and Sabine stood once more, naked but for her heels and metal collar.
“Perfect. Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Yes, Mam. Thank you, Mam.”
Sabine thought she saw a glimpse of a smile, but she couldn’t be sure. As she stood, this time slightly less nervous about her inspection, she felt warmth flood her. She was here, she had arrived, and she was nearly ready. Within minutes, she would enter the office proper, and her day––her life––would begin.
“What’s your name?” the woman asked, bringing Sabine back from her wandering thoughts. They were going to get her in trouble soon, she knew it, but everything was too exciting to keep her mind in check.
“Sabine, Mam,” she managed to say after too long a pause.
“Maybe outside, that’s true. But here,” she said, as she took a black marker from her pocket, “You are simply Intern 37.”
The woman wrote the number high on Sabine’s chest in a perfect script with a careful hand. She nodded, put the pen away, and waved the girl to follow behind her. They passed through the dressing room, past a row of saunas, and into a lounge full of low couches, pitchers of ice water, beautiful flowers, and soft music.
On the far side of the lounge was a set of double doors, and Sabine could hear voices behind them. As they stepped closer, she wondered how close to her dream the reality would be, but before she had time to drift off into another daydream, her guide opened the door and pushed her out into the bustling noise and commotion of the office.
Her first day had begun.