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Nude World Order - LittleRooster & Zorrita

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In 2075 the world is a very different place, a New World Order in effect since 2050 has reduced the globe to a new dark age, the middle classes wiped out, the population now is either poor or rich, the majority are poor and pay taxes to work in order to be supplied with basic accommodation and food.

The poor are the only ones who work, the rich, the owners of the businesses sit back, eat, drink, get fat and entertain themselves with some of the better looking poor people.

Work is delegated according to ability, poor can be managers, engineers, architects, however they are still paid lowly rates and only their accommodation and food is slightly better than the factory workers. Ironically it was these same educated people who believed the most in the NWO believing it would improve the world and make life better for the poor, they also felt their education would secure them a better future, in effect the NWO lied, jailing anyone who spoke against them and branding them heretics a modern day Salem witch trial.

NWO was about securing the future for it's own select group, connected families and royalty throughout the world and ensuring all others were placed at the bottom of the heap and placed into servitude.

When the NWO took hold of the planet some tried to rebel and were cut down in the streets by armies and police, soon the rebellion was crushed and people started to live as drones doing the work that robots once did, except now it was cheaper to have humans do that same work.

Television broadcast 24/7 across the screens of the cities tv's and working units and factories, the entertainment industry remained the only dream for poor people to escape the drudgery of their lives and possibly improve their lot in life.

But to break into that industry one first had to enter the pornographic films, porn now being standard fare and broadcast openly, anyone was able to apply for roles in the porno films and strip clubs, it remained the only way out.

Malcolm woke up that morning in his private room, he was the manager of the factory that made the bottles for the soft drinks that all the poor people guzzled, he looked up at the heavens and asked for forgiveness the way he did every morning, he knew what was in the drinks and how it dumbed everyone down and kept them happy but compliant.

At 65 years of age he remembered the world prior to the NWO takeover, he missed his old house and garden, his freedoms, he missed the books he enjoyed reading, now people were only to read if it were job related and education as they called it was nothing more than job training.

He made his coffee and walked into his office wondering if today would be another of those days where a young person, usually a woman would walk into his office wanting to her name to be put forward for porn duties.

He turned on the tv and regretted it immediately, "Porn Idol" was on, a talent show for people who wanted to break in to the porn industry was on, he sighed and turned it off again.
 
On the factory floor, a young woman stared at the manager's office with almost no expression. Her name was Julia Dixon, and while she was only seventeen she had already worked there for three years. Over a thousand days of monotony just to live a life of poverty. Julia couldn't fathom another half century of working in the factory until she dropped dead. She was a smart girl in spite of her meager education but she could feel the constant drudgery numbing the thoughts in her head. She had to find a way out. But in this world there was only one option available to her. Julia wasn't sure if she could actually go through with it. For the last week she kept staring at the door to the manager's office yet never taking a step toward it.

"I can't believe you're still considering porn."

These words were spoken by Katherine, a co-worker of Julia's in her early forties. The two worked side by side and had the occasional brief conversation. Although younger than Julia when the NWO came into power, she still held on to some of the ethics of that time.

"It's disgusting and degrading what those people have to go through," she continued. "And that's just to audition."

"But porn gives us a chance to improve ourselves," countered Julia. "We should be thankful the NWO provides it for us.

"Spoken like a true puppet," Katherine replied with a snort.

In truth, Julia was trying to convince herself more than Katherine. She agreed with what the older woman said. But she felt like her back was against the wall.

"You don't think I'd be good at it?" asked Julia. "That I'm not pretty enough?"

Katherine studied the girl. Julia was certainly a lovely creature. Although poverty made her thin, she still had large full breasts and a pert bottom. Julia's bee-stung lips begged to have something slipped between them and her long brown hair always seemed tussled, like she had just gotten out of bed. Katherine had no doubt many would enjoy seeing her on the screen. Julia certainly had gotten more than her share of crude proposals in the factory. But the woman wondered if the girl's soul could hold up.

"Of course not. But I don't know why you just can't be happy here."

In all honesty, Katherine knew no one that was happy at the factory. Least of all herself. Still, it was steady and safe work. But that wasn't enough for Julia.

"I need... more. And I need to take it while I still can."

Without another word, Julia walked over to the manager's office. She paused in front of the door and took a deep breath before knocking.
 
Malcolm sat at his desk studying his name plate "Malcolm Centauri - Manager", he remembered when this made him feel some kind of pride, now every day was just another day closer to death, nothing seemed to matter anymore, he thought about the young people and some of the older ones as well who tried their luck in the porn industry, maybe they weren't so stupid after all, if nothing else they escaped the factories and other menial and often dangerous jobs.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, he used to be overweight, he was still bald, now he was rather thin in that false thin kind of way, flabby and unfit. He looked away and watched his monitors which fed him the information he needed on the progress of the bottles being produced and the work levels of each person or unit as they were called who was on the floor.

Then there was a knock at his door, he could see on his CCTV that it was a young girl, Julia, he believed she was named, pretty but thin, he prepared himself for what he knew was coming, taking a breath, he took out the porn application form and studied the questions that he was to ask her and that she would have to answer, he also took out the camera for the nude photos that he would have to take.

"Come in" he said trying not to sound too depressed about it all.
 
Hearing Malcolm's response, Julia entered the office. She made sure the door shut behind her. Julia didn't want anyone overhearing this conversation.

"Hello, Mr. Centauri. I... I was wondering if you might help me with something."

Julia looked at the manager timidly. Not that she was afraid of him but because of how pathetic he looked. She had no idea how old Malcolm Centauri was but the weight of his life was clear in every inch of his haggard face. She could see the emptiness of his soul in his eyes. The fear of ending up like him gave her a surge of courage.

"I wish to get into the porn industry."

Her words started strong but dipped a bit when she said "porn." Even when convinced this was the right thing to do Julia was still aware of the tawdriness of the whole business. But she could back away now.

"If I have heard correctly, managers have the paperwork needed to apply. So..."

Julia let her voice drop and then stood there awkwardly, biting her pouty bottom lip.
 
He looked at the girl as she entered the room, perhaps she had the right idea after all, make the most of what they are offering and at least get to escape the factories. Besides it was his job to assist any person who wanted to enter the porn field, he was not allowed to talk them out of it, if they complained he would lose his job.

She began to speak and he knew instantly that his assumptions were correct, she was wanting to apply for porn work. She looked shy and a little embarrassed at asking, not all did, some were as crude as sailors and without any shame, he found those applicants easier to deal with, they had laid waste to themselves and were prepared to do what it took. People like this Julia though weren't dead inside yet, they still had some pride and standards, but they also had drive and wanted more.

"Of course Julia, take a seat we will go through the paperwork" he told her and gathered the forms together.

"So, there are some questions we must fill out here, name, age, sexual orientation, sexual experience, the usual things, but also what do you hope to achieve from the porn industry? As you probably know all the actors and people on tv started in porn, is that what you dream of to make it into non porn productions, or is this more short term? Also do you have any limits, anything you would never do no matter what?" he started to ask the questions as per the form, at the end of it all, he would take some photos to go along with her application.
 
Julia gave a small nod and took a seat. The chair wasn't very comfortable but the NWO wasn't known for spending money of amenities for the poor.

"As you know, my name is Julia Dixon. I'm seventeen years old."

There was a pause as Julia thought about the other questions. She felt a bit embarrassed about what she was going to admit, considering her purpose in the office.

"I... I don't really know about my sexuality. I'm afraid I have very little experience. Since I started working here three years ago I've had very little time to have much of a social life. I find most boys my age rather annoying and I haven't known any women who were... that way."

After she got through those questions, Julia let out a sigh of relief. The next were a bit easier.

"My aspirations are rather mundane. I would like to get a bit ahead, dig my way out of the hole a bit. No great delusions of talent from me. As for limits, I can't really think of any."

Julia's last answer was more out of ignorance than anything else. She knew the basic mechanics of sex, things every teenager has heard about. But she had no idea about the fetishes some people had. The questions answered, Julia smiled at Malcolm and nodded at the camera.

"Is that for a headshot, like the old movie stars would have?"
 
Taking notes as he listened to her answers, he drew a little asterix next to her name, she was a nice girl, quiet and shy, if anything the porn industry was a field where all could play, you name it there was a market for it, mature motherly types, young shy girls, kinky crazy girls, slutty girls, big girls with big arses, skinny girls with barely any curves, hairy, smooth, he had seen it all and all could play their part. In the end though regardless of what type they were, they would all have to go through the early stages of doing the most humiliating and degrading acts possible, not all of them would consent of course and they were not forced, rather the NWO would just limit their careers to playing sideline type porn roles and their lives would never get much better than the factories they had come from.

He smiled at her reassuringly, he liked her and as much as it was in his power he would try and protect and guide her advancement into porn, something he had never bothered to exercise before, but Julia seemed to hit some nerve in him, she awakened something inside him that was long dormant. The NWO allowed the managers of work places to act as the managers of the porn starlets, some did of course, most just sold the would be stars off to the porn industry for a pittance and walked away, Malcolm had done this several times himself in the past.

"That is ok, experience is not necessary and is actually a bit of a plus really, virgin shy types always do well as I am sure you know. Speaking of which, have you actually had sex?" he asked as part of the interview and out of personal curiosity.

"Yes, I will need to take some photos..... head shots? Well there will be some of those, but first lets go to the lounge area out the back of my office here, it makes for a nicer place to take photos, we can chat some more as well while we do that. I think you should put your hair in a pig tails Julia, I think that would suit you a great deal" he said to her as it occurred to him that he was actually enjoying the process for once.

He guided her into a room that was different to the rest of the office and factory, the carpet was a plush red with burgundy drapes on the windows and hardwood furniture, there was a deep red leather love seat on one side and a bed with purple coverings and pillows, behind it through another door which was open was a spa bath, he wondered if Julia had ever seen a room like this, nothing particularly special about it, almost standard pre NWO but now it was as good as heaven in the bleak world they were forced to live in. He found the room made even the most uncertain and nervous applicant more eager than ever to start their career.
 
The interview was going better than Julia had thought it would. She had been worried that Malcolm would have been an old pervert. But instead he had started out nonchalant and was now quite helpful. Julia was glad for his assurances. She certainly wasn't the most experienced.

"To be honest... no, I haven't had sex. I masturbated a couple boys when I was young and once used my mouth. But I'm afraid that's it."

It felt better admitting that after Malcolm told her virgins did well. Julia had been worried that would be held against her. Now it was proven to be a benefit. She listened t him talk about the photos. She didn't know what he meant by a lounge area until she followed him. When she entered Julia was amazed. It was the most luxurious place she had ever been in. Julia's jaw literally.

"Wow! I had no idea you had something like this, Mr. Centauri!"

It already appeared that her decision was already paying off. The lounge gave Julia a taste of what she could have and she wanted more. She quickly put her hair in the pigtails as requested since Malcolm obviously knew so much.

"Does this look all right, sir?"
 
He smiled as he saw she was impressed with the room which existed purely to lull applicants into a false sense of security, it worked better on younger people then it did on older ones who remembered once owning such luxuries themselves. Nevertheless Julia was happy and that is all that mattered.

"Well, we will keep that between you and I ok Julia, if anyone else asks, you have never touched a cock with your hands or mouth ok, I think it will be better for you that way." he explained in a fatherly type of manner.

"Yes, it is a nice room isn't it Julia, oh, you do look good in those pigtails, hmm... perhaps you would like to go into the wardrobe there and choose something to wear? I suggest the school..." he stopped for a moment realizing that she probably had no idea what a school girl outfit looked like, "Choose the tarten skirt and white blouse, I think that would be best suited for your look" he said with a smile.

"Once you are dressed we will start taking some photos, I have to say I have never met someone I wanted to see succeed as much as you"
 
Julia didn't understand at first why Malcolm would want her to hide what little contact with boys he had. Then she remembered what he sad about virgins be appealing. It wouldn't be a problem. Not like any of those guys lasted long. Just the touch of a girl was enough to get a repressed teenage boy off.

Following her manager's instructions, Julia went to the wardrobe and picked out the outfit he described. She didn't understand why Malcolm would choose this one. Sure, it was nicer than the coveralls she wore at work but didn't seem very sexy to her. Julia admitted to herself that she was no expert and decided that Malcolm surely knew best. He truly seemed to have her best interests at heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Centauri! I appreciate what you're doing for me. Is there someplace I should change in?"
 
Malcolm thought back to pre NWO, all the times through sheer boredom more than anything else that caused him to fantasize about sex at work or having his secretaries pose nude for him and disciplining staff with spankings. Of course back then he would have been arrested for sexual harassment at the mere discussion of that kind of thing let alone actually doing it.

Now though it was not only a part of his job but they were coming to him asking for his assistance. How times have changed indeed.

He watched Julia take the right outfit out of the wardrobe and ask if there was some place she could change. It was tempting to have her undress and change in front of him, but that would ruin the fun, he wanted to see her in the outfit first.

"You can change in the bathroom behind you, close the door and come out when you are ready my dear, we will then take some photos and discuss things further" he instructed her realizing that she really didn't have any clue what was in store for her.
 
"OK, I'll be right out, Mr Centauri."

Julia took the outfit into the bathroom. After shutting the door, she took off her coveralls. They were made of thick material and dirty from years of wear. The NWO charged workers for replacement coveralls so they tended to be worn as long as possible. The blouse and skirt were not like anything Julia had worn before. They were so light and clean. Getting dressed, Julia discovered the outfit must have been originally for someone smaller than her. The blouse was tight around her fleshy chest so she had to leave a few top buttons on done. The skirt fit around her thin waist but was so short that it barely went past her pussy and ass. Underwear was a luxury Julia couldn't afford so she was rather nervous about accidentally exposing herself. Everything seemed all right so she stepped out of the bathroom.

"How does this look?"
 
It felt as though butterflies were fluttering inside Malcolm's stomach, he hadn't felt this type of energy for a long time, he forgot what it was like, repressing the desire for something that seemed so impossible. He waited like a kid on Christmas eve for Julia to change into the school girl outfit.

Soon she appeared asking how she looked in it.

His jaw dropped, and finally it all made sense to him. Julia was virtually the spitting image of his first girlfriend Sally back in high school. His heart skipped a beat.

"Oh my dear, you look beautiful. Simply stunning. Would you like a drink or anything before we take some photos?" he asked trying to remain in control but feeling anything but that.
 
Julia felt a bit embarrassed by both how exposed she felt in the schoolgirl outfit and the praise Malcolm lavished on her. Sure, she had gotten her share of crude attention from men but for many lecherousness was the only entertainment they has. Julia had never thought of herself as a beauty so this was all new to her. She looked down at her feet to hide her blushing, which also gave her a good look at her bare legs. Now she was feeling even more embarrassed. Julia sheepishly looked up and smiled at Malcolm.

"Th-thank you. I'm fine, I don't need a drink. Is there a certain way I should stand?"

At the moment, Julia's posture was far more awkward than sexy. But the way her childish attire clung to her feminine curves hinted at untapped potential.
 
Smiling at her genuine innocence which just made her even sexier and more appealing, Malcolm thought for a moment.

"Let's put on some music, how about you just take your time, move around and I will take photos, just try and be yourself, don't worry about how you look or anything like that, just move around, I will take plenty of photos and guide you as we go and then at the end we will go through all the shots and pic the best 6 to attach to your application, how does that sound?" he said to her, he really didn't want to screw up her natural innocent charm, he wanted to keep her as genuine as he could, he felt like he had a real star in the making here, a girl that men would want to watch do terrible things.

"I think you are going to be a big star my princess" he told her encouragingly.

He picked up the camera and turned on the music, "Now let us start, just move around, dance, be yourself" he said.
 
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