Equality of outcum

Looking up at the huge skyscrapers in the financial district, shivering against the cold breeze brushing against her unprotected legs, Elke tries to conjure up a snapshot of how her life used to be. Walking to the office used to be a boring uneventful activity. All business and purpose, her mind used to be focused on the working day ahead. She was not an unattractive woman but she was not used to turning heads during commuter hour on a busy Monday morning. Sure she had the double D’s that got her all the attention she craved in the club but they used to be safely concealed during the working week in a nice warm overcoat. The sight she presented now could (and once did) stop traffic.  

Taking deep breaths she stealed herself for her entry to the office. Another mundane activity that has become much more dramatic and humiliating over time. Tottering on her insanely high heels, placing one foot directly in front of the other in the exaggerated bump-and-grind motion she has been trained to walk in, her arse sways invitingly and her heavy overinflated G cups bounced around wildly in front of her. A small crowd of men is surreptitiously standing in the lobby unhurriedly drinking their morning coffee. Some are trying to be inconspicuous. Others openly smiling and catcalling. It is not merely the sight of her shapely legs in the way-too-short skirt and the copious cleavage on show that drew the crowd. News of her unusual access procedure has spread through the building. Normal people simply slap their access cards on the waist-high turnstiles to saunter casually through the building. Given her sparsity of dress and nomadic sleeping schedule her company brainstormed an ingenious solution to stop her losing her access card.

As she approached the turnstile all the attention turned to her. A hush fell over the lobby. Decision time. She approached the turnstile, holding her breath, bent at the hips with straight legs and touched her left nipple on the key reader. Keeping her balance in her 6-inch heels required her to plant her legs shoulder width apart and stick her butt out far behind her while arching her back to stick her chest out.  Her short skirt slid up high and only the leather tassels from her special butt plug hid her naked pussy from view. Her giant udders hung straight down presenting her ample cleavage to the world. A smiling security guard unashamedly counted the stars next to the five names already scribbled with a permanent marker on her breasts. An electric shock shot through her breast making her jump sharply upright. Her G-cups nearly jumped out of her flimsy top, shimmying and sloshing in an unnatural symphony of movement. Laughter and hallows followed from the crowd. “Bad luck Elke!” Someone bellowed. “Maybe next time”. 

This game played out every morning. Two smart chips have been implanted in her nipples. These smart chips had many useful features, one of which was that they contained her access ID for the building. Every day a different one is chosen by a random strategy. She has to guess which one is the card of the day. Guessing wrong is punished by a painful electrical shock through the offending udder. 

The shock and startled reaction caused the milk to flow out of her uncomfortably full tit making the front of her flimsy top transparent. An inch-wide nipple protruded two centimetres through the wet material making it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Taking deep breaths she considers her next move. Some days there is a simple selection strategy where she just has to alternate breasts. Some days the chips are reset randomly after each attempt. Other days the strategy alternates left to right on alternate attempts. All to keep her guessing. Still smarting from the painful shock she decides to try the other tit. With an audible sigh of relief, the gate opens without another shock. The lobby burst out with raucous applause and some groans of dismay at having the morning show cut so short. The guard called out loudly the number of stars he counted on her copious heaving chest. No mean feat given that her breasts seem to be in constant motion. Money changed hands as those who won bets on how many wrong guesses she would have today settled with those hoping for more entertainment. Others bet on the number of stars on her tits.

Straightening up she minced through the turnstile heading towards the elevators for another minor ceremonial humiliation. No matter how many times she performed this little routine the humiliation still caused her to blush deep red all the way from her perfectly enhanced cheeks down to her milky white chest. How did she progress from company founder and HR manager full of bright ideas to routine humiliating entertainment of random people? She wanted a company that was “different”, unique. A new innovative culture that was more vibrant and productive than boring financial district drudgery. She wanted to be famous for creativity and teamwork. For openness and transparency.  

Things were certainly different. For everyone in her company. For everyone in the multi-story building. Even those in nearby buildings. But mostly, it was different for her. She was infamous in the entire financial district. Why did no one intervene? Some probably thought she was just another whore prowling around the affluent district. Some may have thought she was some trophy wife or girlfriend of a very rich and powerful person. Maybe that granted her some protection. Those in the building though knew she was a founder and top executive of an exciting new startup fintech. 

How did things progress so far? Logically she knew this was not “normal”. More than merely not normal, outrageous, inappropriate unacceptable, and possibly even illegal. Yet she keeps falling further down the abyss. She was fully aware, fully conscious of every decision but the neurons in her brain that were supposed to say: Stop, run, change, and refuse just didn’t seem to fire. That, and the fact that she was constantly aroused, horny and desperate for sex, desperate to please.  

With a sigh, she bent down at the waist again to press the elevator key with her nose.