THE MORNING AFTER I awoke early the next morning before the alarm and stared at the ceiling fan turning slowly above my bed. Images from yesterday kept playing in my head like a highlight reel from Danica's Craziest Day Ever. Between being a naked stage prop, the humiliating return to Marketing, my confrontation with Stephanie, Barbara's quid pro quo, and m...
Author's Note: This is my try at a story about mailgirls - a daffy and delightful subgenre of exhibitionist stories that started a few years ago. Some of what I've done in this story is new, but some of the concepts have been borrowed and/or adapted from the mailgirl stories that have come before mine. So, I wanted to give thanks and credit to Literotica aut...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 13 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. CONSEQUENCES. . . .OR TRUTH? Joyce addressed Jaime, "Jaime, you...
BILL & TED'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE "Kneel," Barbara ordered as I entered her office. I sank to my knees as four sets of eyes stared down at me. "I wish I could get my people at City Hall to do that," a woman laughed and I recognized her immediately. It was Joyce Cooper, the mayor of Wildwood. I'd met her once before when Barbara had taken me to her home for...
I've often acknowledged by gratitude to Seahawk76 for providing many pleasurable hours of erotic reading. By his own statement, he has a subtle approach and shuns balls-to-the-walls fucking and sucking. He has an intelligent approach to erotica which personally I find quite enjoyable. His Reluctant Exhibitionist and Allison's Inheritance inspired me to write...
MONDAY MORNING I reached over and shut off my alarm but I'd been awake for awhile anyway. I'd had a restless night and after waking in the early morning hours I was too full of nervous energy to go back to sleep. Time's relentless march had inevitably led to Monday morning and the start of my new career as a nude mailgirl for DumpsterDawg Enterprises. I...
TAKEN FOR A RIDE I was kneeling on a Mailgirls mat on the fourth floor of the tower in between deliveries when I saw Barbara approaching. "Go put away your MMU, take a shower and meet me in the executive parking lot in thirty minutes," she said, then turned and walked away before I could respond. For Barbara to seek me out like this rather than summoning m...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 14 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MONICA THE HOUSEWIFE I'm not going to bore you with all the dom...
A MOMENT OF TRUTH The employees on the ninth floor of the tower paid little attention to me as I exited the elevator and walked toward Barbara's office. As far as they were concerned I was just another DDE employee wearing business attire on my way to a meeting somewhere. I'm not even sure some of them would have recognized me with my clothes on even if the...
HARSH TRUTHS We entered Barbara's house through the garage door into her living room. I followed one step behind, naked as always except for the metal collar with the number nine on it. Once inside she turned to me and with a bright smile said, "Welcome to my home, Danica. I'm going to go change and then we'll have some wine and talk for a while. Feel free...