Home Again

After getting home from Tokyo I had three days off before a Monday morning meeting with Barbara Anderson giving me plenty of time to freak out over my possible future in the company's new Mailgirls program. It also allowed me to continue to relive the events in Tokyo, especially my nude delivery runs through Hiromoto headquarters and the shocking meeting with Mr. Hiromoto himself.

How boring am I now, Mark, I thought to myself. That's what my long-time boyfriend had called me a few weeks ago as I was kicking him out of my apartment after discovering he'd been cheating on me. I was so focused on my career that I'd become boring. So he'd hooked up with a more interesting girl whose exciting life, as best I could tell, consisted of working at Starbucks, tweeting constantly about her favorite reality show, and sharing cat videos on Facebook. While she was busy making lattes and gossiping about the Kardashians I'd been in Tokyo kneeling naked on the floor as a modern day Japanese daimyo whipped one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in front of me. Just another day at the office for boring old me, I guess.

I'm still not quite sure what had gotten into me that afternoon in Hiromoto headquarters when I'd let Kelly talk me into stripping down to get the full mailgirl experience. Acting as a subservient nude delivery girl whose primary value lay in exposing her tits, ass, and pussy went against everything I believed in. What's even worse is that I found myself in a constant state of arousal as I relived that day in my mind. I tried to chalk up the frequent masturbation sessions to the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in weeks, but I couldn't help but wonder if I was discovering things about myself that I might not want to know.

I was also nearly certain now that Barbara had baited Kelly and me into signing a contract that would allow the company to **** us into mailgirl servitude for the next two years. I kept envisioning myself confronting Barbara about her lies and manipulation during our next meeting, but a tearful call to Mariko changed my mind about the wisdom of that.

"Making this woman your enemy at this point would not aid your cause," she said to me over the phone. "It is wise not to trust her but also understand that angering her is not a solution. It would be best to keep your true thoughts hidden until you are certain of the path you wish to take."

"So then I have **** but to become a mailgirl if she tells me to?"

"You always have a choice, Danica."

"But I can't just quit, Mariko. The penalties in the contract would ruin me financially. It would take me years to dig myself out of the hole and I don't want to do that."

"Then you have made your choice."

"Couldn't I sue them to try to get out of it?"

"Yes, of course."

"But do you think I could win?"

"I am not a lawyer, Danica, so I cannot predict the outcome. My experience with Mailgirls contracts is that they are cleverly written by lawyers to give the company the advantage. What I would advise is to seek ways to gain the advantage for yourself."

"How the hell would I do that?"

"No one sees or hears more than the lowly mailgirl," Mariko said. "She goes everywhere and is seen by all, yet remains invisible. She is not worthy of hiding secrets from. If you keep your eyes and ears open perhaps you will find your advantage."

I wasn't terribly hopeful about that and in the meantime I'd be **** to run around naked in front of all of my fellow co-workers at DDE. I knew she was right, though, that calling Barbara a lying bitch to her face without an alternative plan would do nothing but cause me grief. It would be foolish to compound my previous mistakes by piling new ones on top of them.

I had trouble sleeping on Sunday night so I got up early to prepare for work. I turned on the shower and stepped into it, and as the warm water washed over me I had the unshakeable feeling that my life was about to change in a very significant way. I felt like I was floating unmoored and powerless down a fast flowing river with treacherous rapids looming in my path. Along with the fear, doubt, and uncertainty I was experiencing there was also an undeniable undercurrent of excitement as well. Even as I felt control of my life slipping away I was nearly trembling in anticipation of what might happen today in Barbara's office.

And as I imagined what my future might hold my right hand slid down my stomach into the welcoming moistness between my legs.