Chapter 1 -- You Are Going to Unlock Me Aren't You? This is a revised version of Chapter 1. The original went to press to hastily and was in serious need of amendment. All characters are 18 years of age or older. The story, all names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this story are completely fictitious. No identification with actual persons...
Evolution, change over time. The mailgirls program had seen it's fair share, but now, Neal, my old assistant, had been named head of the program and he intended to "streamline" it. For too long, he said, there had been too many hands in the pot and as a result too many rules, often contradictory, had been created. Now, with him as the new head, there will be...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Author's Note: As I mentioned in the note to the first chapter, I intend for my Mailgirl tale to be more graphic than ones previously authored. This chapter has the Mailgirl hallmarks of public nudity, exhibitionism and voyeurism, but it also has elements of Non-Consent/Reluctance as well as an explicit sexual encounter. Please consider this your disclaimer...
QUID PRO QUO Barbara was talking on her cellphone as I entered her office. She pointed at the floor so I got down on my knees to wait. After wrapping up the call Barbara told her receptionist Jan over the intercom that she didn't want to be disturbed for awhile, then walked to a cabinet in the rear of her office. I was fearful that she would pull out the ga...
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 story draws heavy inspiration from the Mailgirl stories penned by Seahawk76 and lizstanton8181. The original Mailgirl concept, of course, was originated by Cambridge Caine. I have decided to attempt yet another spin on naked girls running around office buildings, so the settings and characters in this story are original and my own. The p...