2112: America the Beautiful (Writers welcome at any time)

[MeGuyUGirlWeRP]

2112:

America The Beautiful​

Neeko Glenn set the Tablet aside and tapped a finger to one of the information-filled screens before him. "Number four-three-four-four ... come to cubicle twenty-six please."

A moment later a woman poked her head around the corner and smiled. "I'm four-three-four-four ... Maria."

Neeko gestured her to the cubicle's entrance, then made a spin gesture with his hand and said, "Turn ... all the way 'round."

She hesitated; it wasn't that she didn't understand his reason for the demand, Neeko knew, but instead was because she did understand it. And while her Recertification Application indicated that she was ready to do so, he knew that she was reluctant to abandon her morals and self respect to improve her station in life.

Neeko let his eyes take a walk over her body. She was an incredibly beautiful woman. She was petite but well rounded, with firm breasts adorned by hard nipples that easily made their presence known through the fabric of the thin blouse that was standard issue for the Women's Dormitory. Her straight-as-an-arrow, jet black hair flowed almost to her perfect, tight ass well displayed in the uniform's matching, mid-calf length skirt, below which extended athletic legs that were absent of hair, tattoos, or the scars that were so common on victims of the 2099 blood flu.

"Before we get to the questions and possibly waste both of our times," he instructed, half standing to reach to and push the door of his cubicle shut. He wagged a finger toward her front side, saying, "Take it off. All of it."

She hesitated again, then slowly began to unbuttoning and unsnapping her clothes and setting them over the back of or on the seat of the chair in the little work space's corner. A minute later, she was standing before Neeko naked, her hands crossed nervously across her belly just below her firm breasts.

He studied while she undressed and then for a long moment afterwards, again gesturing for her to perform a spin before him. When she faced him again, he said with out any change of expression, "Nice. You're exactly what he's looking for. Sit."

He gestured to the chair near the end of his desk and retrieved the Tablet, beginning to tap his finger tip upon it. When he saw her reaching for her clothes, he quickly said, "Not yet. Sit."

She did as he commanded, flinching a bit at the feel of the cold vinyl against the bare skin of her ass and thighs. She laid her hands in her lap, trying her best to conceal at least a portion of her womanly goods from the Interviewer.

"I've reviewed your Recert' Application, Maria," he said, seeming oblivious to the fact that he was just two feet from an erotically sexy and naked young woman. "I have some questions ... verification of your answers. Please rest your hands on the red portion of the chair's arm rests."

"Yes, sir," she said nervously, knowing full well what the purpose of the chair was.

"You are not a virgin, correct?" Neeko asked bluntly, tapping at the Tablet. "You have participated in intercourse with a man."

"Yes, sir," Maria answered, blushing a bit as she dropped her eyes to the floor. "I mean ... no, sir ... I am not a virgin. Yes, I have ... I have, with a man."

"How many men...?" he continued, showing no concern for her privacy or shyness in answering. "And how many times?"

"One, sir. One man, I mean. And ... I don't know how many times."

"Well, once...?" he prodded as he continued tapping at the Tablet, "...twice...? A hundred times...?"

"No, sir," she said quickly, looking up quickly but then immediately looking down again. "Maybe ... ten times."

"Any other penetrations?"

She looked up at him, oblivious. "Sir...?"

"Anal...?"

"Oh no sir," she answered quickly, her face flushing. "Nothing like that, sir."

Neeko looked at her over the Tablet; her face and neck were again flushed. He looked to the closest screen on the desk. "Maria, I need you to have one of your hands firmly upon the red pad on the chair's arm rest for the machine to register a correct or incorrect response."

She gripped a hand tightly around the chair's arm, desperately wanting him to know that she wasn't hiding anything. She repeated her answer. "No, sir, I have never done that with a man."

Neeko looked at the screen and was happy with the honest answer, not necessarily because he cared whether a man had had his dick up her ass but because he did care whether or not she was telling the truth about it.

He tapped at the Tablet, then retrieved a laminated sheet of paper from his desk. He handed it out to her, saying, "Please read the Applicant Requirements of the Elite who has posted the Position you are applying for, Maria ... particularly number six."

She took the sheet and began reading. Watching her eyes, Neeko could see that her reading skills were lacking; her eyes scanned left to right slowly and often stopped, as if she was studying a particular word, trying to figure out what it meant.

As he waited, he couldn't help but reflect back on his own life -- on his upbringing and education. He considered himself damn lucky, even if all he was today was Administration G-4. His position had gained him a berthing assignment in a four man room that shared bathroom facilities with only two of the Residential Building's floors; a Pass to the 7th Floor Lounge and Cafeteria where almost 20% of the offerings were mostly real food or drink; and a week of unpaid work release each Quarter outside of the Restricted Zone.

Of course, it had been his mother, Reeva, who'd been responsible for all he had. When her master -- Neeko's Biological -- decided he wanted the sound of a child in his home, he'd chosen Reeva as his Carrier. When they'd discovered she was carrying twins, Reeva had feared the Doctor's would abort the second child. She'd convinced him to allow her to keep the second child herself, and thus Neeko had been raised in the comfort of the Servants quarters.

He was educated and taught a trade -- computers -- and after years of petitioning for an Administration Position, was assigned here to Recruitment. For the past nine years, he'd interviewed Prospectives -- mostly young women, being sought by well-to-do men in the Inner City -- ten hours a day, six days a week. And while there was little chance for advancement -- he'd been passed over thirty-six times, always by good looking females, of course -- he was still tickled pink to have what he had. He was in the top 1% of the Non-Elite class, which was considerably worse of than the lowest of the Elite but a helluva lot better than the highest of the Common Class.

He noticed that Maria's eyes had stopped on a specific word on the laminated sheet. He asked kindly, "Which one are you having a problem with, Maria?"

She touched her finger to the sheet, then turned it to Neeko. Neeko leaned closer, read, and pronounced, "Fellatio. Do you know what that means?"

She shook her head, but Neeko could tell by her expression that she suspected it was something she'd likely heard by other terminology. "Blow job, Maria."

Her eyes dropped quickly and, again, her skin from her shoulders up turned red with embarrassment. After a moment, she glanced down to the chair's arm rest again, laid her hand upon the red detector pad, and answered meekly, "Yes, sir, I've ... I've done that."

"That's good, Maria," he said with a friendly tone, turning the laminated sheet back to her again and explaining, "It's a requirement of the Position, so ... don't be embarrassed. It's not generally something an Employer likes to have to teach. Experience in this area is highly sought after."

Maria glanced up at him then dropped her eyes again. She chuckled nervously, then murmured, "Good."

"Excuse me...?" Neeko asked, unsure of what she'd said. Then, suddenly catching what she'd been alluding to, he asked with a broader smile, "Maria, without embarrassing you, can I ask ... are you well experienced at Fellatio?"

"Yes, sir," she said hesitantly. "We ... we aren't... um..."

"You're not cleared for sexual relations," he said knowingly.

It wasn't the first time one of his Applicants had admitted to unauthorized sexual activities and it certainly wouldn't be the last. For millenia, people have been told by other people -- parents, teachers, the church, legal authorities -- that they shouldn't engage in sex for any of a number of reasons. And yet, people still fucked! It was human nature. Humans, the most animal of animals, he reminded himself. The rules set down for the Dormitories wasn't about to stop a million years of biological drive.

"No sir," she acknowledged. "We ... we were afraid I might get pregnant ... so we ... did other things." She looked up suddenly with an expression of concern. "Will this... will this keep me from--?"

He waved off the question. "I understand what you're telling me, Maria, and don't worry ... it won't prevent you from continuing with the application process."

Suddenly, Neeko realized that his dick was slowly swelling. He saw naked women -- beautiful, erotically sexy women -- every day in his job. And while he often felt a bit of a twinge down below when he looked at them, he'd developed a bit of an immunity to their nudity; he often equated it to the same way a doctor examining a totally or partially nude woman reacted ... or didn't react, as the case was supposed to be.

But, hearing her explain that blow jobs were not a stranger to her, he wasn't able or willing to hold back the thoughts of being pleasured by her. In his lap, his slacks began to rise slowly as his dick quickly swelled.

Neeko retrieved the laminated sheet from her and set it aside, then stood and moved to the door. He locked it, returned to stand near his chair, and asked softly, "Maria, you knew when you came in today that a full interview included..."

When he hesitated verbalizing his thought, she looked up to him. He raised his eye brow questioningly. She nodded her understanding ... then dropped to her knees before him and began loosing his belt and slacks.

A few minutes later, sitting back in his chair with his head back, he released a great grunt of satisfaction as he exploded into Maria's mouth. She stayed down on him, pumping his shaft and using her tongue and lips to claim every drop, swallowing his entire load. She returned to her chair, returned her hands to her lap, and asked hopefully, "Was that okay?"

Through his labored breathing, Neeko answered, "Wonderful, Maria. I think ... I think he'll ... like that very much."

As his breathing began to return to him, Neeko stood and put his trousers back into position. He sat again, tapped at the Tablet, then looked to Maria and told her with a smile, "I'm sending your Application up. You'll have an interview with your Employer in three days. Keep an eye on the Status Board in your Dormitory. Congratulations, Maria."

Neeko stood and offered out a hand. Maria took it and said softly, "Thank you, sir."

"Of course, Maria," he said. "I'm sure you will pass your Final Interview. You are a very skilled worker. You will do well."

 

[MeGuyUGirlWeRP]

Kylen

Every day began the same, with a protein bar, Vita-Pak, and liter bottle of water supplement, half of which he'd drink immediately upon receipt. Most days, if they were available, he'd receive a Filler bag as well; there was virtually no nutrition to the light weight food stuff, but the point of it was to fill his belly and keep him from feeling hungry during his work day.

After eating, he would gather his dust mop and dusting wand and take the elevator to the 68th floor. As he pushed the broom ahead of him, first down one side of the six foot wide passageway, then down the other, he would pass the wand over any horizontal surfaces he passed.

It took him just under ten minutes to finish a floor, then move onto the next and repeat. Ten minutes per floor, 60 floors in all; the restricted floors had their own cleaning crews of course, people Kylen had never even met, let alone talked to or worked with.

Ten hours later, he would clean and store his tools, then return to the Commissary for another meal; it was, of course, the same as he'd had that morning, except that sometimes Cookie -- who had a soft spot for Kylen because of his age -- would toss in a damaged turnover or burned piece of meat that had been sent back by one of the Elites who came to the building on business.

Once, Kylen had gotten a whole apple. He'd simply stared at it in his room, polishing it like Cookie had shown him, until he thought he was going to rub the skin right off of it. In the end, he'd cut it in two and traded one of the halves to his room mate and only friend -- Flip, the Glass Cleaner -- for three pairs of used coveralls and a pair of boots.

After slowly eating his half of the fruit -- right down to the seeds and core -- Kylen realized he'd gotten the short end of the trade.

Today, though, was special. When he got to the commissary, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the candles he'd carried with him all day, then stood near the kitchen door, waiting for the swing shift G's to finish their lunches and head back to their cubicles.

When at last only Flip and Kylen remained, Cookie pulled a small plate out from under a counter and set before the two. The big chef pulled out a single candle and held it out to Kylen, telling him, "Happy birthday, Kay. One more year, one more candle."

Kylen's lips spread with joy as he took the candle, added it to those he took from his pocket, and -- with Flip's eager assistance -- spread them across the top of the cake.

"It's chocolate," Cookie told him. He didn't bother telling Kylen that it wasn't real chocolate because even Cookie, who'd been a chef for most of his 60 years, had never cooked with, let alone eaten, real chocolate.

When the candles were finally placed, Cookie lit them and said, "This is your special year, Kay, isn't it?"

Kylen nodded enthusiastically.

"What does that mean?" Flip asked, gently blowing toward the candles to make the flames rising from them dance.

"I've been sweeping for six years," Kylen answered, wondering how many passes up and down the halls he'd made in that time. He pointed to the candles, adding, "Six years, twelve candles ...half my life."

"Congratulations," Cookie told his young friend. "Now ...you buys eat that up before someone comes by and realizes that I've been shorting the Elites' desserts so I could make that for you."

Kylen blew out the candles, and after removing them, licking off the frosting, and storing them -- including the new one -- away in his pocket, not to be seen for another year -- the two boys ate their cake as Cookie returned to cleaning his kitchen for the midnight meal.

 

[Virgininneed]

Jenny

Jenny was a thief. It wasn't because she wanted to be a criminal or take from others, but she had no oother option. She was the lowest of the low. According to all of the databases, she didn't exist. Her mother had given birth and died, and her father never claimed her. No one had any record because she wasn't born in the hospital. She had been born in a filthy area where criminals and prostitutes lived. It was an area authorities put people they didn't want to see.

That didn't mean she wasnt attractive however. She was small with long brown hair she always kept in a ponytail. She had bright blue eyes that seemed to shine, and a body that was shaped like an hourglass. There had been occassions where she had to fight guys who wanted her. Luckily she was fast.

In this area, many died of starvation, and Jenny snuck into other areas to bring back food. But today they caught her. All she had stolen was an apple when someone screammed thief. She immediately began to run. But the guards were able to corner her. In only a few hours she was put on trial and the judge decided she would be auctioned off as a sex slave.

She begged him to send her to the mines, but it only made him laugh. It was obvious she was to weak and malnourished to do anything laborious. She was dragged to a cell and her clothes were taken. It was totally empty. She curled into a ball and cried all night