Check the Net

It takes you some time to find anything related to the United States Postal Service but after perusing through sites that look over a hundred years old you find what looks like an address. It’s just outside of the City proper, in the old downtown before bulk of Mega City 1 was built.

You throw on some clothes as quickly as possible and head out of the door. As you run down the hallway you see an unfamiliar neighbor sweeping her door step. There’s nothing to sweep, but as she bends over to sweep up...something with her hand broom, your jogging pace slows. You can’t help but admire her full heart shaped ass and long shapley legs. Her scaled metallic hot pants, almost translucent turquoise tank top and ice pick heels seem out of place for housework, but you don’t give a fuck. Looking back as you continue to jog past, you notice her glance at you seruptitiousally, almost intentionally avoiding eye contact. At least you know the front is just as nice as the back. Deep red lipstick, armpit length jet black hair, Betty Page bangs a few piercings and a very perky pair of handful sized lady lumps almost make you stumble.

Once at ground level you jump into the closest AI Taxi and submit your destination. You try to relax and calm your nerves, enjoying the ride and passing cityscape.

“Damn, I should have called them before I left to verify they had the package. No point now, just have to hope for the best.”

About a half hour later your taxi pulls up in front of a small, very old brick building. Despite its age it seems solid. New solar panels on the roof, fresh paint and the words United States Postal Service prominently displayed.

You pay and tip the Taxi then walk in the front door to the sound of an electronic ding.

Seeing the racks of postcards and ancient stamp machine, you think it’s like you were transported back in time. There is only one help counter, and behind it is a very bored looking girl. Based on her style and appearance you would guess she’s not much over 20 years old. Black lipstick contrasts with perfectly white teeth and gum she is audibly smacking on. Heavy eye makeup and a nose ring complete the ensemble. The oddity of the environment begins to make you even more anxious as you approach the counter, so much so that you flinch at an especially loud popping of the attendants gum.

“Welcome to the United States Postal Service, my name is Pia, how may I help you,” she recites in a practiced monotone voice. Her tone takes you aback for a second but you quickly notice how cute she is. Her blond hair is in two braided pig tails sitting high on her head, tips died bright pink with big bangs kept her natural color. Her short stature and uniform straining D sized breasts perk one of your eyebrows up.

In the time you take to evaluate her she notices you and seemingly has a similar opinion of your attractiveness. Clearing her throat she asks again, how she can help you, in a more friendly tone as she leans over the counter. Consciously or unconsciously, she plays with one of her pigtails and crushes her breasts between the counter and crossed arms as she waits for your response, giving you a glimpse of their glory.