Chaos

Anna followed me down the stairs and through the fifth floor door. I stopped for a moment and turned to look at her. She had placed her left arm across her breasts and her right hand was covering her pussy. "You need to keep your hands at your sides, Anna," I told her. "If you're going to do this then you then you need to do it right." Anna obeyed and I got a good look at her nude body.

She really had a lovely figure with b-cup sized breasts highlighted by puffy nipples and a smooth, firm rear. I was a little surprised to see she was about my height with long, shapely legs. I guess I'd imagined she was smaller and more petite as she knelt in front of me this morning. And I was very surprised to see that her pubic area was shaved bare. Anna had a woman's body, it was her face that made her look so young. She had long brown hair that hung down to the middle of her back, blue eyes, a cute upturned nose, and a shy smile. It was a sweet, girl-next-door face and she wore no makeup. She didn't need it. Anna was a natural beauty.

"C'mon," I told her and we began making our way down the corridor. I'd gotten used to the stares by now but Anna was experiencing this for the first time. "Oh my god," I heard her say quietly as she followed behind me.

My watch flashed green as I entered the destination office and a female receptionist looked up disapprovingly at me. "I have a delivery, ma'am," I said as I handed the envelope to her. She glanced at it briefly then looked startled to see Anna approaching the desk.

"Aren't you an intern?" she asked. Anna nodded. "Oh honey, don't tell me you're going to start doing this too?"

"Yes ma'am." Anna replied.

The woman shook her head and then gave me a nasty look as if I was the one making her do it. "I have nothing for you," she said and waved us out.

"Thank you ma'am," I said, then took Anna by the hand and led her out of the office.

"Thank you ma'am," Anna repeated as we exited.

Since we had no current pickup order I led her to the fifth floor Mailgirls mat and we both knelt down. It was only after we got there that I realized that this was the same mat on the same floor where I'd first met her this morning. We were getting some shocked stares from the people around us. "Is this the floor you work on?" I asked her.

"Yes."

"So you know these people here then?"

"I know their faces," she said. "I don't know all of them by name." She was breathing heavily and I didn't know if it was from exertion or if it was from fear or excitement or panic. Maybe it was all of the above. I wondered again what was driving her to do this.

We were there for maybe two minutes before a plump, middle-aged woman came striding up to us. "Anna!" she said loudly. "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Mrs. Davis! I...um, I'm going to be a mailgirl," she said nervously.

"You are not! Your mother will kill me!" I assumed this was the mother's friend who had helped Anna get the internship. "Does she know about this?" the woman asked. Anna shook her head. "Then get your clothes back on. I'm taking you home."

"No! I'm going to be a mailgirl!"

The woman glared at Anna and then at me. "I'm going to call your mom," she said as she turned and walked away.

By now all work around us had come to a complete halt as everyone watched the exchange. I was on the receiving end of a lot of nasty looks as if I had lured a child away from her mother with promises of candy. "Anna, let's go back to Barbara's office and get your clothes," I pleaded. "You can do this another day after you talk to your mom."

"No," she said. "I have to do this now!" I sighed in exasperation. This girl was as stubborn as she was cute. Thankfully an alert came across my watch just then for a pickup on the seventh floor. I grabbed Anna by the hand and dragged her off the mat, eager to get out of the area.

It was about an hour later as we were heading toward a pickup on the sixth floor that I spotted the plump Mrs. Davis striding down the corridor towards us with an equally plump red-faced woman in tow. "Mom!" Anna gasped as she tried to hide behind me.

Oh shit, I thought. I had no interest in getting involved in this family drama. "Hold on a second..." I started to say just as Anna's mom landed a sucker punch to my gut.

"Get the fuck out of my way you little slut," she hissed as I went down gasping for breath. "You're getting out of here now!" she shouted at Anna as she grabbed her by the wrist. When Anna resisted she slapped her hard in the face.

By the time I was able to catch my breath Anna's mom had dragged her halfway down the corridor and my Scottish blood was in full boil. I ran after her, jumped on her back, and took her down in a **** hold.

What had started out as just another day in the life of a mailgirl had suddenly erupted into chaos!