Thread: Sexploited Planet - darkangel76 & Little Rooster

Heart racing, Kyle felt the muscles of her thighs clench momentarily as she braced herself for Mr. Leber to tell her to kindly leave and make her way back to the factory floor. She honestly wouldn't blame him. After all, the training she would more than likely need to receive would probably be a burden to anyone who'd take her on. Surely no one would want to bother with that. It would be too much trouble, a terrible nuisance to say the least. Swallowing hard, her blue eyes suddenly broke their contact with her boss' and she felt her tiny hands begin to shake as she held tightly to the skirt she donnedsomething a bit longer than most girls her age, hell, most girls in general, wore. Even plain-jane Alicia wore shorter and more revealing skirts than she did! Hell, even plain-jane Alicia probably had more experience than she did... though Kyle didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Oh, she suddenly felt so confused. So lost. As Kyle's eyes found themselves focusing on the boards of the floor, her mind swirling with lurid images of the things she'd no doubt be expected to suddenly do now that she sat in this hard and unforgiving chair in front of her boss. The air, which had felt cooler suddenly felt stifling and her breaths began to quicken. She could still hear that music emanating from outside the room, the walls apparently thin enough that she could hear it. Or, was it just her mind playing terrifying tricks on her, mocking her in the futility of her situation as she desperately tried to climb the social ranks. Closing her eyes for a moment, Kyle tried to envision herself as a porn star. What would life be like in a year's time? In two, five, ten? Could she last? Would she last? As Kyle opened her eyes and looked up, the room warm, her skin flushed with embarrassment, she gasped as Mr. Leber began to speak. Had she heard the man correctly? He wanted to take her on himself? He could... do that? Her heart fluttered at the idea, that someoneher boss, no lesswas intrigued enough to want to take her on, his own special little project. Kyle could hear the words she'd all too often heard her peers, friends... even strangers... mutter any time they gave her a passing glance or longing stareyou're lucky to have such a pretty face. Th-thank you, Mr. Leber, Kyle said shyly, her cheeks still scarlet as she smiled. Her lips were full as she bit down on the lower one, a tiny breath of relief rolling from her mouth as her body began to relax a little in the chair. She could feel the slick sweat on her palms as she let go of her skirt. Giggling nervously, she gently rubbed them against the fabric. Kyle felt a spark of hope at the prospect of not only being taken on as Mr. Leber's protg, but that he envisioned her as something uniquevirginal porn star! It was an unexpected turn of events, a fortunate twist of luck. Perhaps her ride to a better life would be easier than she'd anticipated... As he began to explain things, her mind drifted slightly, some of his words lost as she focused on the idea of remaining pure and keeping her virtue. Wouldn't Alicia be surprised! Wouldn't they all! Looking up into Mr. Leber's eyes, he suddenly didn't appear as ominous and foreboding as he had when she'd first entered his office. There was something about him now, something... gentle, protective almost... and it made Kyle feel much more at ease with everything she was about to embark upon. I... Kyle began again, cheeks flushed despite the fact she felt easier than before. I've been working at your factory here for the past three years. Yes. Work. It would be easiest to start there. I'd say I'm fairly good at the job, a fast learner and all that. She smiled a bit, hoping that her words would help bolster the man's confidence in her success. I definitely like music and can dance. I've never gone to any clubs or anything, but I've seen people dance on the television and have practiced along with them. Her cheeks reddened at the admission. Been doing that since I was a little girl. She bit down on her lip as her voice went soft for a moment. Clearing her throat, she swallowed and shifted in her seat. Would be nice to dance again, she added. Kyle's mind drifted as she dreamed of dancing in pretty dresses for all to see. Though the dresses were hardly the scantily clad garments most women of her class were wearing. No. They were elegant and beautiful, sophisticated. But, to get training like that? That was the stuff of fairytales... But, I... I came here hoping to find a better life, Mr. Leber, Kyle stated, her expression still dreamy and elsewhere. I have to believe that there's something better out there, that I can be more than I am. Her insides twisted into knots as those words left her mouth. Could she truly be more than she was? Kyle doubted it... she was lower class, a factory worker. To the New World Orderand no doubt to Mr. Leber too, despite the slight kindness he portrayedshe was just another pretty face. But wasn't that the way of it for girls fortunate such as herself? More than likely, but she had one shred of hope... the fact that Mr. Leber wanted to make her a virginal porn star.