Chapter 5 Megan drove back to her condo after walking Five back to the Mailgirls' Locker Room, leaving her to the none-too-tender mercy of Mistress V. Three not-all-out 6ks in the past twenty-four hours shouldn't have done her in, but it was hot and challenging Mistress V on the behalf of One and Five had been tense. She was looking forward to iced tea, a...
Chapter Eleven // While trying to sort out where this installment is going, I went back to the beginning and compiled a Dramatis Personae and spent some time cleaning up contradictions. It'll all be straightened out in the book. Sigh. // Post-shower Megan lay face down on her bed while Lin took photos and then soothed ointment onto the thin red lines. "D...
Chapter 4 -- Cargo Description: Human Female (Revised) Recap: As this is chapter 4, reading chapters 1 through 3 would materially help the reader understand and enjoy the plot. Chapter 1 has been recently revised so if you haven't read it recently, rereading would be helpful as there were substantial additions to the plot. In particular, the new version det...
Erin O'Neill stepped into another world, and left the real one behind. The lobby of US Financial's Park Place facility was large, open, and well lit. Little clusters of sofas and chairs stood guard to either side, along with the same sorts of potted plants and topiaries that graced corporate offices worldwide. Garland had been hung for the season, and an o...
The early morning sounds of the city continued on behind Sarah Jane Scott as she crossed the marbled lobby of US Financial Plaza, but they were quickly fading into the background. Sunrise was still a good half hour away, and the Financial District was lit in the waxing blue light that signaled a new day, new opportunities, new promises. Elsewhere in the ci...
SLEEPLESS IN WILDWOOD I awoke in the early morning hours long before the alarm. After a rare weekend where I had both Saturday and Sunday off it was Monday, the beginning of a new work week. This wasn't just any work week, though, it was the final week of my Mailgirls contract and my mind was racing with all of the possible outcomes of it. I knew there'd be...
FRIENDS As I exited Barbara's office I was more confused than ever. Confused about myself, my life, my feelings toward Barbara. What the hell had just happened in there? How was it possible that after spending the morning humiliating me in front of several hundred DDE managers and supervisors, treating me like little more than a shiny new product the compan...
VIRGIN TERRITORY There was a door leading directly from the tower to the south wing on the fourth floor but since the entrance to Auditorium A was on the second floor I decided to take the stairs down to that floor before exiting the tower. The tower, as it was commonly called, may have been the center of power for the corporation but it actually represen...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen stunk of sweat and pussy as she bounded up the stairs towards the 18th Floor. If she were to be called upon for an inspection, she'd most likely fail, and be sent back down to the Mailgirls Locker Room on the 2nd Floor for a shower, a reapplication of deodorant from the mailgirls' communal stash, and a quick mist of cheap, floral-sce...
"Here? Now?" There was disbelief in the girl's voice, as if she'd misunderstood. As if she'd misheard. As if she'd misinterpreted her new station. It was as if the conversation that had preceded the instruction had been a purely rhetorical exercise, or as if they'd been talking about someone else. She couldn't possibly comply. Not here. Not now. Abigail...