Mail Room Girl - Management Toy

You push through the morning hardly able to focus. In hindsight, you hope you didn’t make too many sorting mistakes – but then you know the Big Boss now, what should they do, fire you? You giggle.

Your morning banter and shared time with the mail-man seems more of an unneeded distraction today – you feel a little bad for him, but only a little, he got a lot of attention from you the last days, you have more important things on your mind. And you're sure he doesn't leave unsatisfied, your company is good enough either way.

You stare at the clock and wonder what to do. It would be time to start your round, but he explicitly said he’d pick you up. But for lunch, he hasn’t likely paid any attention to your schedule or he'd have known it would have been more convenient if you just come to his office at the end of your round so you could get lunch toge…

The elevator door opens and he comes in alone. He’s looking around – you’re sure he’s been down here before, he’s not the type of manager who never leaves his floor to get to the lower decks – he knows his company, but he isn't here often, any ways.

“Lexi. Here you are. Splendid. Good morning."

He hugs you and kisses you firmly on the mouth, his tongue exploring yours.

"Ready to go?”

“Sir?”

“You didn't forget our lunch date, did you?”

You blush and giggle.

“No, Sir, but it’s not even ten…”

“I’m the one who determines in this company if your lunch starts at ten!”

He winks.

“I obviously want to spend some extra time with you. And show you some things. Indulge an old men, will you?”

“Of course, Sir.”

You grab your purse, lock your office and follow him to the lobby, though it and to the car. He’s not afraid to let anyone see he’s leaving. Nor with whom, when it comes to that.

He holds the door of his car open – an expensive European one. Very stylish. The doors hardly make any noise closing and inside you feel like in a mixture of a UFO and a luxury spa. The seat is more comfortable than your sofa.

He gets behind the wheel and starts the car. You wonder if he’d appreciate you teasing his cock during the drive. You’d love to, his smell, his whole presence makes you tingly and wet down there. But somehow road head or hands seems – to be below this man's style. You behave and restrain yourself to putting a hand on his crotch unmoving, which he appreciates with a smile and a twitch under your hand.

You know where the fancy place he offered to take you is, not that you’ve ever been there and he’s clearly taking a detour. Through a nice neighbourhood where he finally parks. He helps you out and looks around.

You look at him questioningly.

“I have used a little guile on you, little one. Brought you here under false pretences. Just for your own good, believe me, ”

You just look at him dumbfounded.

“I didn't have a table reserved, I have other plans for you today, Lexi, that you didn’t need to know yet. A surprise, if you will. Let me show you this.”

He looks into the direction of an apartment building.

Although that word apartment building, when compared to the one you live in, is like comparing the car you came here to a 1985 Honda civic.

It’s obviously brand new, more glass than concrete, solar panels on the roof, the whole surrounding it’s situated in looks like a park. Behind the building you can see sparkles – if your sense of direction didn’t fool you these apartments have ocean view on the other side.

“It… sure is nice. Nice view and the building looks expensive.”

“Most modern building in town, all amenities money can buy currently!”

“How do you know?”

“I own it.”

You look a him.

“The whole building?”

“Indeed. Best real estate in the whole region.”

You nod.

“I believe it. It’s nice.”

You still wonder why you’re here. Is he trying to impress you with his money? Does he really think you need that?

“Come on in.”

“In?”

You follow him into the building the elevator an up to the top floor. This floor requires a key card and a code and you see when the open elevator doors drop you right into the apartment. The penthouse, you guess. Amazing place, huge rooms, open area mostly, a vast lounging area with a massive TV, an enormous kitchen with two fridges and a cooking island. All walls, even the ceiling are mostly glass. But you can see the panes darken as the sun comes out. Self darkening Smart Glass. This place Is seriously high tech. You put a hand against one of the windows. Probably louts effect covered, too. Self cleaning.

The bedroom… Huge, mirror walls and ceiling, a walk in closet bigger than your bedroom, a heart-shaped bed bigger than it, too.

The bathroom – whirlpool, small sauna, rain shower big enough for at least three people… Somehow neither bath nor bedroom seem primarily made for sleeping or bathing...

“There's a pool and a gym in the basement”, he brags behind you. Of course there is.

This apartment must cost more than your whole apartment building.

“Really cool. You're going to make a shit-ton of money with this apartment, I’m sure.”

You look at your watch. You're a bit bored, you kinda misjudged him if the thinks he needs to impress you with a tour of his…

“You want to live here?”

You look at him like he talked yo you in an alien language.

“Live?”

He holds up the plastic key card.

“You can move in tomorrow.”

“Move in?”

“Get your stuff and stay. Not such a hard concept.”

You frown and shake your head.

“I don’t know what you think you're paying me, but I’m sure the rent is a bit above my…”

“Oh, you wouldn't have to pay rent. Or work any more, really.”

You mouth open as you try to figure out what the old man is saying the penny is dropping slowly.

“You want me to quit my job and move into this apartment you own?”

He nods.

“I assume you keep a key card.”

“Would be a lot more convenient.”

He chuckles.

“Are you offering me to be your kept mistress?”

“I'm surprised a woman your age is familiar with the concept. I would call it a mutual agreement for a social interaction contract these days."

“Do you have any other women all around town in apartments of yours with such 'agreements'?”

“This may sound cheesy but it’s not really my style. You're special, Lexi. You swept me off my feet yesterday and I don't want you as my employee, I want all of you! As my own, exclusive! I can throw in to fill that walk in closest, if that helps you decide. With clothes I as your new owner like, of course..."

He winks and you blush hard. He clearly wants total control over you and your time. You hadn’t known where this was going when you accepted the old man’s invitation to his office and his cock in your ass. This wasn't it.

“This is a nice neighbourhood, but quite far out from everything, I don’t have a car.”

He smirks.

“Let's just consider every objection of yours that can be solved with money as automatically solved.”

You stare at him wide eyed. Did he just give you a car?

“You have any objections money can't solve?”

Do yo? This whole curse is about finding your place in this world that follows you to touch your feminine side. Learn humility. This would do, wouldn't it? And you can help but think... feel… a deep, animalistic arousal at the idea of becoming this man’s pet. This golden cage in the shape of a penthouse he’s offering you is luxurious... he’s a great, intimidating, impressive, admirable men you wouldn’t have minded having a regular affair with anyway… But like this. This is demeaning, you just thought of yourself as an other man’s pet, for crying out loud. You're working on becoming a man again. Maybe. Possibly. Are you? Or is this – really tempting?

[Lock In Event – this choice determines the ending of the Mail Girl ark. Should you pursue this careerer path, the Kept Mistress will be your only job and plot line plot on Friday and determine your fate should you not urn back into a man on Sunday.

If you’re still following one of the the modelling and/or strip club threads, you will get a final chance in each to those to overrule your daytime decision to lock in an event from your night time side hustles as your final destination.

(There will be skippable events on the weekend before you face the old woman again, giving you a chance to change your score some more, but they will not affect the potential endings determined by your choices today.)

Note: It is not required to chose any career or side hustle path to come to an ending., Should you refuse all he choices offered to you today, you’ll be transferred to your old cubicle job on Friday and face your fate from that point, keeping the experiences and points you’ve made.]