Hiromoto Headquarters - Day 2

The limo delivered us from the hotel into the Hiromoto parking garage just before seven a.m. Today Kelly and I were each going to follow a mailgirl around the building to observe her as she carried out her duties, and since neither of us planned on doing it nude we'd brought some athletic apparel to change into. Mariko was there once again to greet us and she led us into the building's basement where the Mailgirls locker room was located.

We walked down a hallway past several maintenance and janitorial offices until we turned a corner and saw two janitors and a security guard staring into a window. They looked us over as we approached and then turned their attention back to the window. As we passed them I glanced at what they were looking at and realized with a shock that the large window had a direct view into the locker room! Inside I could see several women removing their clothes while another fully nude woman was entering the shower area. Four other nude women were preparing to leave the room.

"You mean the girls aren't even allowed any privacy down here in their own locker room?" I asked Mariko.

"Oh no," Mariko replied. "Mailgirls are allowed no modesty when they are in the building. They are always to be on display for any who desire to see them."

As we entered the locker room I turned to look at the window and was momentarily confused to see only a large mirror instead. It took me a few seconds to realize this was a two way mirror. The men could see in but the mailgirls couldn't see out to know who was observing them.

Mariko smiled and greeted the four women who were already prepared to go to work. I couldn't understand what they were saying but she spoke to them with a friendly familiarity rather than as a superior and they responded with smiles. After they left I asked Mariko about them. "They began their shift at 6:30 and it is their duty now to place newspapers and fresh fruit in the executive offices before starting their duties as mailgirls," she told me.

A few feet away from us was a row of lockers and a long wooden bench. Several women were disrobing and I recognized Aiko as one of them and waved to her. She was already nude and smiled and waved back, then walked over to speak with Mariko. After a brief conversation Mariko turned to translate.

"Aiko has asked if she may have the honor of allowing one of you to observe her in her duties today."

"Sure," Kelly said. "I'll go with her." Mariko translated this to Aiko who smiled in response and bowed her head to each of us. Then she turned and headed for the showers.

The shower area consisted of eight shower nozzles and a seating area that ran the length of the back wall beneath the nozzles. I knew that this area could be easily seen from the hallway so I was shocked to see one of the women sitting with her legs wide open shaving her pubic area. As we continued to watch, all of the women soaped up and ran a razor over their underarms, legs, and pubic areas.

"Are they required to do this every day prior to their shift?" Kelly asked.

"Yes," Mariko said. "This cleansing and grooming ritual is required at the beginning of each shift and another shower is taken prior to the lunch break. This allows the mailgirls to begin the second half of their shift cleansed and scented and assists in preventing unpleasant body odors which could be offensive to others."

The idea of showering twice a day in front of an audience was shocking`and I wondered if my company would require our mailgirls to do it. I couldn't imagine it. As I stared at the two way mirror it suddenly occurred to me that I needed to change into my workout clothes. "Um, Mariko, where are we supposed to change?"

"Of course, I am sorry. You may use the comfort areas," she said pointing to some toilet stalls at the end of the room. Thankfully they had doors on them. "It is the only area where mailgirls are allowed privacy."

Kelly and I carried our bags into separate stalls and I stripped out of my clothes and carefully folded them. As I stood there nude an image popped into my head of me walking out of the stall like this, showering and shaving, and then beginning a shift running naked through a busy office building.

A wave of arousal suddenly enveloped me as I imagined it and I quickly **** the image out of my head. Are you fucking nuts, Danica? You could never do that.

I slipped into a thong and then pulled on a pair of purple capri workout pants made of a compression fabric that fit like a second skin and covered my legs down to about halfway between my knees and ankles. They were tight but I hadn't bought them for comfort. I knew I had a great ass and legs and my intent when I bought them was to show them off to their greatest advantage at the gym. Next I pulled on a sports bra over my firm B cup breasts and realized immediately that it was at least a size too small. I'd bought it for this trip and it was dumb of me not to have tried it on first. I had **** but to wear it though since all I had to cover it was a loose fitting tank top. I put on the tank top, slipped on a pair of running shoes, packed my clothes into the empty athletic bag and exited the stall. Kelly was already out in the locker room when I got there.

Kelly was taller and bustier than me and I was surprised to find her wearing a skintight pair of black lycra shorts, a sports bra which bared quite a bit of cleavage, and nothing else. "Is that all you're going wear?" I asked.

"I feel way overdressed for this place," she joked.

"No shoes?" I asked looking at her bare feet.

"Naw. I think we should at least feel what it's like to run around on bare feet all day."

That made sense to me so I removed my shoes and put them in the bag with the rest of my clothes. I saw Aiko and the rest of the mailgirls standing nude in front of the two way mirror drying their hair and applying their makeup, undoubtedly with an audience on the other side watching them. "Where's Mariko?" I asked. Kelly pointed toward the shower and I was shocked to see a nude Mariko soaping herself up. "What's she doing?"

"It looks like she's going to be your mailgirl."

By 7:30 a.m. there were six nude mailgirls sitting in front of their lockers with their legs spread for anyone watching on the other side of the mirror. They all had well proportioned and toned bodies and all were exceedingly lovely. I also noticed that none of them had tattoos. "Mr. Hiromoto does not like tattoos on women," Mariko explained when I asked her about it.

At about 7:35 a girl's smart watch lit up and she ran from the room on an early morning delivery run. A few minutes later another left. I was told that things would really pick up around eight when most of the employees would have arrived at their desks. A few minutes later Aiko and Mariko were the only ones left waiting, along with me and Kelly.

Kelly and I had each been given smart watches synced up with our mailgirl's watch so we would get the same alerts they did and set on English mode so we could read it. I couldn't believe how nervous I was becoming waiting for our turn even though I was dressed. I glanced over at Mariko as she waited calmly, her legs spread and her hands resting on her thighs. Her breasts were larger than I expected given her relatively thin frame but they were perfectly formed with very little sag. It was jarring to see someone who had been an impeccably dressed business woman yesterday transformed into a naked mailgirl this morning. "You didn't have to do this today," I told her. "I would've been happy to go with one of the other girls."

"It is my duty to insure that you have been properly instructed," Mariko replied. "It is not unusual for me to carry out a mailgirls shift when I do not have administrative duties to perform. I feel it is important to help me remain informed of the challenges my girls face." It seemed incomprehensible to me that a person could be a highly professional corporate executive one day and running around the building as a naked courier the next.

Six more women had arrived by eight a.m. and began undressing for the beginning of their shift. I knew from my briefing that the shifts were staggered to ensure coverage throughout the day and that between the peak hours of nine a.m. and five p.m. there were at least sixteen mailgirls on duty. Their normal shift lasted ten hours which included thirty minutes at the beginning to shower and get prepared, a 45 minute lunch break (expanded from thirty minutes to allow time for the second shower) and two scheduled fifteen minute breaks.

Aiko's and Kelly's watches lit up simultaneously and they both jumped to their feet in unison. "It's showtime!" Kelly said excitedly as she and Aiko ran out of the room. Seconds later I felt a buzzing on my wrist as my own watch lit up and I looked down excitedly to read it. It said "Floor 7, C12, Pickup." Below it read the numbers 4:00 which represented the number of minutes we had to reach the pickup point. It immediately began ticking down to 3:59, 3:58, 3:57. Mariko and I jumped to our feet and I followed her out of the room.