You take an elevator to -4th floor. You see a steel door open slowly.
'I can't go any further. No authorisation' — magical girl says, visibly upset. 'What an easy job you have! All you need to do is just relax and enjoy... Ah, sorry. I'm just selfish. Anyway, have fun!'
She runs back to the elevator; you don't even manage to ask for her phone. If she has one, that is.
You enter a small room with a reception desk. The receptionist is a translucent red balloon girl! Every time she moves her rubber limbs squeak. She looks at you.
"Ah, ready for your shift? Get changed in the room to your left. You station for today is number 311'
You enter the changing room. It's mostly empty: a hanger with a translucent red catsuit is the only thing here. You sigh.
You take off your rubber outfit, one item after another. A mixture of lube and sweat make them easy to remove; you shiver at the sharp snapping sound as you stretch the rubber before yanking those tight-fitting garments off.
You're completely naked now. You explore your soft body a bit, touching your petite breasts, feeling the nipples. It sends a jolt of pleasure down to your crotch. Ah... no, now is not the time.
You examine the catsuit. It's neck-entry, meaning that you have to stretch the neck hole quite a bit to fit in. You squeeze in: first your legs, then your torso and hands. You make sure to smooth any creases that form. The suit clings tightly to you, like second skin. You notice that some parts of it are not transparent at all, such as you nipples or inner thighs. There seem to be some markings on these areas, but they're symbols you've never seen before.
There is also a tiny zipper at your crotch. You blush, trying not to think what it could be for.
You go back to the reception. The balloon girls smiles and points to another door behind her. You take a deep breath, nervous, shaken even. What awaits you? You push the door open and enter.
It's a huge, huge hall. There are countless lamps on the ceiling, but the space is so humongous that they're not enough, so the hall is half-dark. You look around and see... something unbelievable.
Rows and rows of white machines that look like massage couches, but slightly bent inwards, like a stretched out U-curve. Each 'couch' is occupied by a girl in a latex catsuit, laying belly down. You take a closer look at one of the girls. Her legs and arms are tucked elbow- and knee-down into tubes coming from the machine's sides. Thin wires run along her body, connected to marked areas on her latex suit. She is wearing some kind of a VR headset covering her eyes. Her head rests upon a rubber pillow with a hole in the middle.
'Mghhhh' — the girl moans and you notice that a thick dildo prevents her from talking, gagging her mouth. She doesn't object, though. In fact, she sucks the dildo, whimpering and breathing heavily. You walk around to look at her back.
Of course. Another dildo protrudes from machine's hull, penetrating the girl's vagina.
You take a step back. This is perverted. Girls moans and screams make a steady noise, mixing into a chorus of sexual pleasure echoing within the sex machine hall.