Prostitution Protocol (Patreon)

"Smiiile! Yeah, just like that," the computer chirped, its robotic voice grating on Lily's nerves. She tried to smile, but it came out forced and unnatural, so she tried again and again until the damn machine was finally satisfied of her 'sincere' grin. Her massive breasts strained against her tight top, her laces threatening to snap from her new curves and it make her feel ridiculous. She hated it.

"Perfect!" the camera finally chimed as it captured the last image. Her face burned with humiliation as the computer printed out a small laminated badge for her chest with a picture of her face. There it was, her new ID, which meant that now she was officially a woman named "Lily," assigned the role of a prostitute, a far cry from the career of deputy chief engineer she'd had before all this mess. Her face felt like it was on fire.

She couldn't help but notice the way some of the other girls glanced over at her, whispering amongst themselves and giggling like children. They all seemed so comfortable in their roles as sex workers, while she couldn't stop the conflicting emotions swirling within her. Anger. Sadness. Resignation. All mixed in with a strange, shameful desire for approval from her coworkers.

Knocking on her new boss's office door to 'check in,' she suddenly saw a familiar face, the last face she wanted to see there. Harris, her former subordinate, whom she had treated badly and humiliated so many times before, was now sitting there on the sofa like a king. He had a smug expression on his face that told her he had already noticed her humiliation.

"What do you want, bitch" Harris barked, barely bothering to hide his smirk. He was clearly enjoying this situation far more than he should have. "You are newby? Just woke up from cryosleep? What's your name, baby girl?"

She clenched her fists in frustration, trying to keep her emotions under control. "I'm not baby girl, Harris. You know who I am, I'm your chief engineer!" she spat out. But Harris just laughed.

"Chief engineer, really?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You think that makes you something special, princess?" Harris mocked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but that ship's long since sailed."

Harris was obviously taking perverse pleasure in rubbing her nose in her humiliation. He know perfectly about the accident in space, where many colonists were killed during a space voyage through the wormhole, which made the computer activate the protocol. And the adaptation protocol, by its logic, changed some of the surviving men into females because it needed to maintain the balance of males and females on board the ship and also the distribution of professions according to democratic logic, based only on randomization according of course it's important criteria. After all, even the chief engineer could be replaced by someone from the engineering staff.

"So, Lily," Harris sneered, a malicious grin on his face, "I'm your boss now. You'll do as I say, or there'll be serious punishment in store for you. Got it, slut?" He stroked her cheek with one finger, and Lily shuddered in disgust, biting her tongue and struggling to stay silent. "Good girl." Harris turned around and went back to his seat.

"Oh, by the way," he said, as an afterthought. "Show me how well you dance. Now."

Lily glared at Harris with barely controlled rage, her mind screaming out to make him pay for his insults. "Sorry, what?"

"Fuck! Are you stupid or what?" he shouted, slapping his forehead dramatically. "Show. Me. How. You. Dance." Harris looked at her like she was stupid. She clenched her fists, barely managing to hold her tongue. "If your client don't want to fuck you, you show them a dance or something to entertain them! You have so much to learn. You're like an ape that doesn't know what to do!"

He snorted, quoting Lily's own words about him from back in the days when she was an arrogant, rude chief engineer. "Don't look so dumbfounded, shake your ass and don't mess this up!"

She had no choice but to comply. As she slowly started to swing her hips from side to side, her breasts bouncing slightly, causing her to blush deeply. She hated this. Every. Single. Moment.

"There's a bullshit, Lily! Faster, girl!" Harris barked at her. Lily cringed and forced herself to go faster, trying to ignore her breasts bouncing wildly. "Ahaha! Very good!" Harris laughed loudly, making her even more ashamed. "Keep dancing, honey." Harris said and get back to the computer, continuing his work. "And don't forget to smile! Always smile at clients," he added without even looking up.

She continued her dance, feeling her cheeks flush with heat. Her movements were stiff and uncoordinated, her breasts bouncing awkwardly as she shuffled from side to side. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. "Harris..."

"Shh!" Harris silenced her. "Smile! And stop call me Harris, call me..." he paused for a moment, "...daddy. Yeah, just like that," he laughed and continued his work.

"Ugh... Har... D... Daddy, I'm tired," she pleaded weakly, hoping Harris would finally let her leave. It's already been an hour since she started dancing for him. She just wanted to rest.

"Shut up! I'll have a guest in 5 minutes, keep dancing while we chat and don't bother us." He said, looking at her like she was an annoyance. He looked her up and down with a disgusting smile, staring at her new curves and heavy breasts, "But maybe later... maybe daddy can teach you how to dance properly," Harris winked, and then his guest came.

She sighed wearily as she continued to move to the rhythm playing in the speakers, closing her eyes. "Yeah, right..." she murmured under her breath as she continued her routine, feeling the humiliation in every movement.