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The Wet Cunt Workplace is a slutty, trope-filled free-use office that every whore in the big city wants on their resume. Every department is set up to tease, torture, and tantalize its employees, conditioning them into service for each other’s use and degradation, but more importantly, for the investors.
The defining feature of the workspace is the uniform requirement demanded of each and every newly hired slut.
If you work at the WCW, you must have a wet cunt.
Regardless of gender and no matter the genitals, every new slutty employee at the WCW must be dripping and horny whenever they are on the clock, or risk severe consequences if they are caught going against company rules.
After months of edging and denying themselves to make sure they are up to high standards of the WCW, they Pavlov themselves. All it takes is a little extra conditioning, perhaps some hypnotic D&I seminars, and the firm hand to guide their development, and they quickly become the best little whores to have under your desk, bouncing on your cock, or humping your thigh to get you through a long workday.
And at the head of it all is the Boss.
An enigmatic, private man who reigns over the company with a guiding hand, shepherding his flock of sluts to help them be the best versions of themselves possible.
That version just happens to be drooling and cum-drunk, desperate to earn the privilege to sit at his feet or better yet, even learn his name.
Investors are clambering to give their money to him, especially if it means they get their pick of the hundreds to thousands of sluts on the roster of the company.
Meanwhile, the whores blindly play along with every rule imposed by their new workplace, convinced that it’s all to make them better workers. They’re happy to flash their cock, cunt, or tits and bend over any surface in the building if it means getting a promotion and the chance to work even a little bit closer to the CEO’s office on the top floor.
When the Boss says to suck a cock, they don’t ask who or why--they’re already on their knees with their mouths open.
It’s a race to the bottom to see which pathetic slut can degrade themselves in the best way, to provide even a modicum of entertainment and take the edge off of the Boss’s already difficult job.
It’s not the easiest position in the company, but someone needs to be the CEO.
The WCW works hard to train sluts that are eager to serve while making sure they maintain a healthy sense of shame and embarrassment. The hyper surveillance state of the office teaches them helpless obedience, and while it's hard to expect bumbling slutty bimbos to focus in long meetings, they still need to fill quotas and deliver good work to keep the company running.
So whether you’ve been here for three weeks or three years, are an interested investor, or just want to watch a group of floundering pathetic whores debase themselves to earn the Boss’s approval, the WCW welcomes you with open arms.
Company collars and cages can be provided once the appropriate paperwork has been completed.