Tardiness Policy

    Oh corporations and their corrupt policies. Nothing new to the modern world, but the extent of their power just continued growing and growing. It started with lobbying for tax benefits and lower tariffs on outsourced goods, but gradually, the rights of workers began to come back into contention and everything was back on the table. As machines, robots, and algorithms began to replace jobs, workers were valued by their companies and the governments by the same criteria: efficiency, cost of upkeep, and additional benefits. For many companies, the higher up-front cost in exchange for a lower long run cost was a no brainer, but some companies just couldn't get rid of their stock of inferior, fleshy workers, the costs were simply too high. And so, these companies did what they do best: change the rules. They began to work ruthlessly quarter after quarter, pushing their workers to their limits until the numbers proved their vast inferiority to machines. The governments caved and after years of fighting, it was passed into law that workers were property of the company that they worked for if they slipped below expectations for too long. Most companies didn't have to worry. After all, their workers produced well enough for them with some supplementary tech. However, some lower rung companies had a hard time keeping up, and morale was at an all time low for these workers now stuck in their 9-5's. 

    There was, however, a solution. In addition to allowing companies to take ownership of their workers and begin to work them to their very limits, somewhere tacked into the bill to slide along the desk was a clause to allow for a company to use some of these underperforming workers as morale boosters. To brighten up the office. To make sure that despite conditions at work, spirits would be lifted by their mere presence. Their bodies, their scent. For lack of more words to beat around the bush, a living workplace pocket pussy. 

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    Fiore was an employee that was categorically late to work. Too much traffic, woke up too late, took too long in the shower, couldn't find clean lingerie to wear that day, et cetera. Almost without fail, Fiore would manage to find herself completely and utterly unable to show up for work anywhere near a reasonable time. Her higher ups knew this and knew this very well and, with the new laws being finally pushed through legislation, they decided to take full advantage of her tardiness and wrap it into a new policy with an introductory mandatory meeting at 8AM Sharp that following Monday.

    Fiore, of course, was nowhere to be seen as her coworkers were informed of the new morale-boosting policy. The policy was simple: Don't be late for work, or we'll make sure you aren't late for work. The meeting took a good half-an-hour for the manager of Fiore's floor to explain to everyone exactly what the new policy entailed. It was a multi-strike system, aimed to make sure that accidental fuck ups didn't get you fucked. No, you needed to be someone consistently late. Someone who could never manage to show up on time. Someone who just so happened to miss the mandatory meeting that morning. As punishment for being late eight days within a two week period, the offender would become workplace property to the level of office equipment to be tossed around between coworkers. They were to be brought home every night and brought back the next morning, including on weekends. It was also made crystal clear that the policy had already been counting strikes for the last week. Some of Fiore's coworkers began to mutter amongst themselves, a few keen members fully aware of how close Fiore in particular was to going over her limit. Wordlessly, they seemed to agree on one thing: Fiore must not find out until she was to be punished. The meeting ended without further questions and, by the time that Fiore was able to finally arrive to work by 8:36, it was already settled.

    The rest of Fiore's week went by without too much of a hitch, a missed morning here, a few minutes tardy there, and by that Friday, she had reached her last strike and was called into her Manager's office as soon as her punch card bottomed out in the reader to sign her in for the day. Sheepishly, Fiore made her way towards the woman's office, knocking on the door weakly and gulping softly as her Manager's voice broke through the following silence. She yelped softly and flinched before opening the door and looking towards the woman with shame on her face. Her manager looked very stern, a slight glare on her face with only a paper and pen on the desk before her as she stared Fiore down into the chair across the way. Fiore sunk into the chair, more out of fear than anything else as the chair seemed to last forever. The room was dead silent as her Manager watched over her, taking in every move that Fiore made as if judging it for everything that Fiore was worth. After what felt like an eternity, Fiore gulped again before clearing her throat and quietly piping up to finally ask her manager what the purpose of their emergency meeting was...

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"U-Uhm... Claire, might I ask-"

    Claire cleared her own throat, cutting off Fiore's words as Fiore flinched again and sunk further back into her chair. With a deep, heavy sigh and a slow, drawn out disappointed head shake, Claire would speak to Fiore, a voice in her head telling her not to fuck this up now so close to completion. She opened her eyes again and stood up from her desk, placing her hands on the far edge of her desk and leaning over it, trying her best to make sure Fiore was as scared as possible before continuing. "Fiore, do you know why I've called you in here this morning? Hmm? Probably, I just wanna hear your whore mouth admit it."

"N-No I don't Claire, a-and 'whore mouth?' C-Claire, that language is hardly appropriate f-for a workplace setting, don't y-you-"

"Miss Waterford. Or Mistress. I don't care which. You're no longer on first name basis here, understand? You would if you had showed up to work on time but today you got your final strike!" She slammed a fist on the table, causing Fiore to whine and shake her head, afraid she was about to be fired and that the letter on the desk was one of termination. Fear coursed through her veins as her whole world crumbled before her in her mind and a last ditch effort to beg came to mind as Mrs. Waterford continued. "We give you warning after warning and out up with your shenanigans for so incredibly long, it's a wonder we even keep you around. Did you know that one robot could do your work better than you in half the time? Huh? Did you? You're replicable, bitch, got that?" She seemed to almost look into Fiore's soul as she asked the question, to which she got a terrified little nod out of Fiore as she let out a soft whine. Claire was winning and she knew it. "Good. Glad that we're on the same page. Now, that being said, there are some things that need to be filed into order. You're aware of the new work policy, right?"

    Claire leaned a bit more forward towards Fiore, a pressing expression on her face as she waited for Fiore to respond, her gaze backing Fiore into an uncomfortable corner until she finally piped up again.

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