Her first delivery

"So you're the new girl?" asked the balding middle-aged guy at the IT desk.

"Why, yes, I am," said Alicia, trying hard not to cover herself even though she hated the way the balding guy -- Roger, was it? -- At least that's what the nameplate on his desk said -- stared at her naked body.

I'm up here, she thought. Stop looking at my breasts like you've never seen a naked woman before. Though given the guy's looks -- and the lack of a ring on his hands -- it seemed fairly likely that was actually true. Then again he could be gay. No, not with that look, he couldn't be. He seemed too fascinated by the sight of her naked body for that to be a realistic possibility.

"Ahem!" said her trainer Casey. "Excuse me but you do have to sign for the package that she just gave to you, remember?"

"Of course," said Roger.

He leaned forward and took the little handheld electronic gizmo -- the device Casey refered to as a whatchacallit -- that Delivery Dames used to record signatures each time they made a delivery and signed his name with the attached pen.

As he did so, Alicia looked at the pictures on his desk. Was that woman in the photo by his computer terminal his girlfriend? His sister? His wife? If she was his wife, why no wedding ring? And who was the young girl in that photo? That very young girl who seemed to be about fourteen or fifteen? His niece? His daughter? His girlfriend's daughter?

Then Alicia noticed Roger staring pointedly at some point between her legs and she found her blushing.

She then picked up the handheld gizmo, entered the man's signature, and said, "Thank you, sir."

Then Roger said to her, "Wait a minute. That's it?"

"What do you mean, sir?" asked Alicia. "I gave you your package."

"Yes," said Roger. "But some of the other girls, they sometimes like to sit around and chat."

"I don't have time to chat,"said Alicia as she reattached the handheld gizmo to the chain around her neck where she wore it to keep her hands free.

"Sure you do," said Roger. "I bet it gets lonely on this job."

"I wouldn't know," said Alicia. "It's only my first day."

"Yes, I could tell," said Roger.

"Really?" asked Alicia. "How? Because I said I was new?"

"No," said Roger with an unpleasant smirk. "Because of your tan lines."

"Okay, that's enough," said Casey. "I'm sorry, sir, but she really does have other deliveries to make today and it's not fair to keep other people waiting just because you feel like chatting her up. You know that socializing between clothed employees and Delivery Dames is not encouraged. If you bump into her after work, that's one thing, but as long as she's on the clock, her first and foremost obligation is to the company that employs her. So we'll see you later."

"You sound pretty tough for a naked chick," said Roger.

"Maybe," said Casey. "But at least I'm not hitting on women during working hours."

"Hey!" cried Roger.

But before he could say anything more, Casey was already steering Alicia away from the IT desk.

"Sorry about that," said Casey. "The company usually doesn't encourage us to talk back like that but sometimes you have to. Anyway, after a while, you learn to ignore guys like that. I've seen better and I've seen worse and I've learned to develop a tough skin about it. Eventually you will too. Now let's go make that second delivery."

"Do I have to?" asked Alicia.

"Yes, you have to," said Casey. "But don't worry. You're starting to get the hang of it. Just think of it as a show -- and you're the star."

"Well, I am showing a lot of myself today," said Alicia. "So in a way, it is a show."

"And yet you're the star," said Alicia. "Anyway, the people who see you as nothing but a 'naked chick' aren't quite as bad as the people who don't see you at all. You'll see what I mean as we go along."

Alicia had no idea what Casey meant but she tried to remain optimistic all the same. Even when she thought she heard the distinctive click of a camera phone and realized that Roger had just taken a photo of her naked behind.

And what will he do with that photo? she wondered. Transfer it to his computer? Send copies of it to friends? Make a screensaver out of it?

Stop it, she thought. You're officially naked now and you'll remain so till the end of the day. If you start asking yourself those type of questions right now, then you're going to drive yourself crazy by lunchtime.

Consider this, thought Alicia. In his own odd way, Roger thought enough of you to want to have a permanent reminder of you.

And yet, she thought, it would have all so much more flattering had he thought to take a picture of her face as well -- even if he had included her naked breasts and vagina in the same picture.