A Steamy Scene

The look on Diana's face as she surveyed the Mailgirls locker room was a combination of wide-eyed wonder and terror. The room was filled with beautiful, naked mailgirls in various stages of preparation for their shifts. I'd been doing this so long now that showering and shaving in front of an audience seemed almost normal to me, but seeing Diana's face reminded me of how very not-normal this really was. "And that's the two-way mirror where the horny geeks get to watch all this naked female flesh every morning," she said to me as a statement rather than a question.

"Yep," I replied. ''Turnover is down to next to nothing in the 'Gangsta' department since they built this, or so I'm told. A lot of guys even show up early to work to catch the show." DDE had released Demon Slayer 3 a few months earlier and it had also been a big hit which meant the guys on that floor were bitching about not having their own Mailgirls showers to peep into. I knew Barbara was mulling over ideas on what to do for them and whatever it turned out to be was guaranteed to be yet another humiliation for us mailgirls.

"Wow," Diana said, shaking her head. "I never ever would have imagined this kind of thing taking place in a modern American corporation."

You've never encountered the irresistible force of Barbara's will either, I thought to myself. "We'd better get started," I said to her. I began walking toward the shower area but when I turned to check on Diana she hadn't moved. She remained frozen in place staring at her nude reflection in the mirror. I returned to her. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Diana shook her head. "I think I'm a very long way from okay. Do you think anyone out there is taking pictures or videos?" she asked nodding toward the two-way mirror.

"Probably," I said. There was no reason to sugarcoat things for her. "Pictures and videos of your shower might end up on the internet this morning before you're done drying off."

Diana shuddered. "You mean because you think they'll recognize me?"

"No. That's not exactly a 'Bixby Girls' crowd out there. Unless you've been in 'Game of Thrones,' 'The Walking Dead,' or a superhero movie I doubt any of them will know you. They take pictures and videos of all the girls, especially the new ones."

"God this is crazy," she said shaking her head.

"Didn't you think about this before you signed up?"

"Of course I did," she replied. "I'm not naive. But now that I'm actually here doing this..." Her voice trailed off as she turned her attention from the mirror to me. "How were you able to do this the first time?"

I began telling Diana the story about how I was the first one to "inaugurate" this shower room and how scared and nervous I'd been. "Have you ever heard of the sonnet 'Ozymandias?'" I asked.

Diana nodded and began reciting part of it. "And on the pedestal these words appear. 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away." She must have seen the look of surprise on my face. "Hey, what can I say? I love poetry and literature." Diana was obviously no empty-headed starlet.

"I guess thinking about that is what finally helped to get me through this that first time," I said. "Knowing that whatever I did would someday be buried under the sands of time anyway. That helps free me up to live more boldly. To take chances."

"I don't know," Diana replied. "That sounds pretty damned nihilistic to me. I like to think that what I do in this life has meaning and purpose." I obviously lacked Barbara's powers of persuasion seeing how quickly Diana dismissed a philosophy that Barbara had gotten me to buy into. No, it's not that, I thought to myself. Barbara knows how to read people and can quickly discern what drives and motivates them and what doesn't. She somehow knew that philosophy would resonate with me just as she probably would've guessed that it wouldn't work at all with Diana.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked her. "Maybe Barbara will let you slide on doing some of this stuff since you're not going to be a real mailgirl anyway."

Diana shook her head. "It's in my contract that I have to complete the entire training just like any mailgirl and Barbara made it clear that she'd fire me from the film if I didn't. 'No diva bullshit' I think were her exact words." That sounded like Barbara alright. She always negotiated everything to her advantage from a position of strength and must have sensed how desperate Diana was to get a starring role in a film.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked again.

"I'm just going to have to do it and act like I'm loving every fucking second of it," she said. Diana closed her eyes for a minute and then took a deep breath and exhaled. When she opened them a confident smile spread across her face. "Alright Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." The transformation in her look and attitude was amazing. She can definitely act, I thought to myself.

Diana followed me across the locker room, although calling it that was a misnomer now. Barbara had ordered the lockers removed after banning clothes beyond the employee lobby. In their place were numbered hooks on the wall where we hung our MMU's while showering. We were allowed nothing of our own anywhere in the building so there was no need for a place to store things. Towels, soaps, lotions, razors, makeup kits, hairdryers, brushes, and even the food, drinks, and snacks we would consume throughout the day were all supplied by the company. It was intended as yet another demonstration of control over its mailgirls and was meant to make us feel completely vulnerable and dependent. And it did.

We placed our MMU's on the hooks and headed toward the showers grabbing the disposable razors, gels, and shampoo we needed from the shelves on the way. If any of the girls recognized Diana it wasn't obvious. As just another new tango she was mostly being ignored. Anna was already almost finished at the far end of the shower. I looked around for Kelly but didn't see her which was unusual since we normally had the same start time. I led Diana to an open shower head next to Sasha Gutheridge and her two daughters.

Much to the delight of the Gangsta floor, Sasha's second daughter Becca had also joined the Mailgirls club at the urging of her mother, although by the sounds of it there hadn't been much need for arm twisting. When Becca saw the paychecks that her mom and sister were bringing home she'd wanted to sign up as a part time mailgirl after turning eighteen even though she still had another semester of high school left. Barbara had thought long and hard about letting her work after school and on weekends before ultimately deciding against it. She was worried that the optics of having a high school girl doing the job would just stir up unnecessary controversy.

The outgoing and adventurous Becca, Mailgirl #28, was the polar opposite of her shy sister April. She'd been a cheerleader and gymnast in high school and Barbara had once remarked that she had the ideal mailgirl body. It was a compact, athletic body that was a perfect combination of functionality and aesthetic beauty. Becca had a sculpted ass, powerful thighs, and round, firm breasts just large enough to give her body nearly ideal symmetry without bouncing too uncomfortably. That body, along with her brown hair, blue eyes, and natural good looks, had made her an immediate fan favorite at DDE.

Becca also had the ideal personality for the job. She was a born exhibitionist who loved being naked in public and was ultra competitive by nature. She saw making deadlines on her runs as a continual challenge and took pride in rarely missing one. She also knew exactly how to play the game in dealing with the norms at DDE, exhibiting just the right mixture of overt sexuality and submissiveness. No mailgirl earned fewer demerits than she did. If some mad scientist ever wanted to clone an army of perfect mailgirls he could use Becca's DNA to do it.

I stepped into the shower next to Becca as her mother and sister April shared a shower head together on the other side. I knew April was still mortified by having to shower and shave her pussy next to her mom every day but if that bothered Becca at all it never showed.

"Hey Nine, how are ya," Becca said with a smile as I turned on the water and began to adjust the temperature. Even the other mailgirls called me Nine these days even though they didn't have to. I'm not sure if Becca even knew my real name.

"Hey Becca. This is Diana. She's just starting training."

"Ah, fresh flesh. How did you manage to score the famous Mailgirl 9 as your trainer? I didn't think she ever trained anyone."

"I asked Barbara Anderson to train with her," Diana replied.

"Wow, you must have some juice. What did you do before this?"

"Just odd jobs here and there." I guess Diana didn't want to reveal the real reason she was doing this for some reason.

"Well this is definitely an odd job," Becca laughed. "You should have no problem with it then."

A very pretty blonde named Linda entered the shower next to us and I also introduced Diana to her. Diana recognized her immediately. "Hey aren't you the one who was suing DDE with that feminist group?" she asked her.

"That was me," Linda replied.

"And you came back here as a mailgirl?" Diana asked incredulously.

"I didn't have much choice once I dropped the lawsuit," she replied. "It was either this or pay the penalties."

"I'm surprised DDE agreed to let you come back," Diana said. Linda merely shrugged in response.

I'd always assumed that Hiromoto had paid her off to get her to drop the suit but whatever had happened Linda was remaining tightlipped about it. What I did know was that she had completely torched the feminist group United American Women and its lead attorney Jennifer Erickson on her way out. Not only had she dropped the suit against DDE but she'd filed a suit against UAW claiming they were the ones who had recruited her and forced her to sign the contract so she could be used as a pawn in the organization's war against DDE and its Mailgirls program. On top of that she told the media that DDE had always treated her fairly while it was Jennifer Erickson and other women at UAW who had made unwanted sexual advances toward her. Erickson and UAW vehemently denied these allegations but the scandal had put them on the defensive and had taken a lot of the wind out of the sails of the anti-Mailgirls movement.

Since returning to DDE Linda had fit right in with the other girls and seemed like anything but the strident feminist that she'd been portrayed as by the media in the early days of the lawsuit against DDE. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes Barbara's reaction to the intense pressure that the suit and its publicity had put on her I might have thought that she had orchestrated the whole thing herself.

As we soaped up I took a couple of quick looks over at Diana and she seemed to be doing fine. She remained quiet but followed my cues until it came time to shave our pussies. This was the part that new mailgirls usually had the hardest time with.

"How are you doing?" I asked..

"I'm totally fucking freaking out right now," she replied with a calm smile on her face.

The girl can definitely act, I thought to myself.