Lollipop

For all the petty rules and regulations that girls were supposed to live by (how to stand, how to eat, how to address their superiors, and so on), there wasn't any specific prohibition against bawling in public. It was a common enough occurrence in a girl's first day or two, as she was embarrassed and beaten up in her new life. But the older mailgirls - that is, those girls who'd been mailgirls longer, regardless of their actual age - took them under their wing, and made clear that this reaction was forbidden by the mailgirls themselves.

Seven had joined the roster of USF mailgirls only a week prior to Thirteen and her particular cohort, having replaced the prior Mailgirl Number Seven. But it had been Seven who'd wrapped her arm around Thirteen in the showers on Thirteen's second day, and told her to never let anyone at USF see her cry again. Masturbation was allowed - almost encouraged, in fact - among the mailgirls; the girls were allowed to give in and give away how much their current situation turned them on. But they weren't allowed to cry, they weren't allowed to show Mistress Zero or Will Barrow or anyone else at the Plaza how much the abuse and humiliation affected them in that way. On a daily basis, there were any number of times that Thirteen could have broken down, sobbing, but she took that wisdom to heart.

"Bend over," Jeff spoke up now, rolling his chair over closer to Drew and Nick so that he could get a better look."

"'Ankles,'" Kim corrected.

Thirteen spread her legs, and clutched her ankles. Her legs were spread, and the cheerleader's skirt was now nothing more than a belt around her midsection. Her pussy was fully exposed to the three men behind her. The camera phones continued to click, click, click, click.

"You know your positions," Jeff teased Kim. Even upside-down, Thirteen could see that he'd cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe there's a future in this for you."

"Har, har," Kim laughed back sarcastically. To hear Twenty-Two tell it, Kim Kinney was as good a mailgirl candidate as any, but simply made the Investment Banking division too much money for them to strip her and shackle her up on the 2nd Floor. "I'm not sure I can take it the way this little cunt can." With that, she smacked Thirteen's naked ass with her bare hand; Thirteen's skin, still sensitive from the paddling she'd only just received, was on fire.

"Stand up," Kim instructed her. "Turn around. Fix the bottom."

Thirteen did as she was told. "Yes, Ms. Kinney."

"Now here," she said, stepping closer to Thirteen, and hooking her thumb into the waistband of the skirt. She gave a tug, and pulled it down just so, so that Thirteen's pussy was still covered, but the black ink number thirteen was now fully exposed. "Hold it that way."

"Yes, Ms. Kinney."

Turning to her coworkers, Kim pointed at the number on Thirteen's hip. "That's the shot you want." She turned back to Thirteen, even as she continued to address the others. "I bet she's more embarrassed about that than she is about her pussy."

It was true. As embarrassing as any crotch shot or exposed nipple might be, the mailgirl number spoke volumes about Thirteen's life at USF. She didn't need to be bent at the midsection with her ass cheeks spread to be truly humiliated - the mailgirl phenomenon had now become common enough that the number alone represented a life choice that Thirteen had consciously made, one that undoubtedly meant public nudity, public masturbation, and an embracing of the life of a slut.

Thirteen bit her lip.

As another round of pictures were snapped, Kim eyed her up and down like a predator. "I bet you're wet," she whispered to Thirteen, just softly enough that she couldn't be heard over the sounds of the three men laughing amongst themselves. "I bet you're going to go back downstairs and get yourself off."

Thirteen said nothing.

Kim glanced down at her phone, and then back to Thirteen. She looked over the blonde girl's shoulder, and made sure that no one else was watching, that no one else was coming to interrupt. "I've got one more present for you, seeing that it's your last day." This, now, was spoken loud enough that it was clear it was intended more for the audience than for Thirteen. She bent down, and reached into her purse.

While still crouching, Kim used her other hand to lift the front of Thirteen's hemline. To Drew, she asked, "Are you sure you don't want a quick taste? Now's your last chance."

Thirteen's back stiffened.

Drew, however, was not going to rise to the challenge. Instead, he looked back at Kim defiantly and answered, "You first."

It was at that point that Kim produced a decent-sized round lollipop from her bag, and showed it off to the three men. "Are you sure?"

Jeff guffawed, and Nick laughed. Drew, however, glanced nervously down the corridor, and then back to Kim.

To Thirteen, Kim ordered, "Put this in your pussy."

There was no question that Thirteen was willing to do it - Thirteen knew that, and she knew that Kim Kinney knew that, as well. "I can't," Thirteen stammered, however. "I can't. I can't do that."

Kim stood, and reached for her phone. Thirteen gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as the smartphone on her arm vibrated with a new demerit.

"Take off your top," Kim now added. "And put this in your pussy."

Kim's thumb touched her phone again. Another vibration. Another touch. Another vibration. Another touch. Another vibration.

Thirteen peeled the tank from her body, over her head, and let her breasts pop free. She tossed it, carelessly, so that it hung over the side of Kim's cubicle. And, though she was now complying, she apparently wasn't complying fast enough - Kim charged her with another demerit.

Topless, but still clad in a tight-fitting white cheerleader's skirt, Thirteen grabbed the lollipop from her tormentor's grip, and tore off the wrapper. It was cherry red. But it wasn't for Thirteen to taste; even as another demerit registered against her arm, she plunged the candy inside of herself.

There was no resistance. Thirteen was every bit as wet as Kim had suspected, and her pussy was every bit as hungry for the lollipop as it might have been for Drew himself - or for Jeff, or Nick, or Mark Agnew.

"How much time?" Kim asked Jeff, and jutted her chin towards his cell phone.

Jeff shook his head. "She's got to go." When met with exasperation and accusing looks from his coworkers, he put it hands up, "Sorry, I don't rate more chits. If you guys had any of your own..."

There were moments throughout the day that Thirteen teetered on the edge of an orgasm, where just about anything might have set her off. This wasn't quite yet one of them, but she felt relief at Jeff's answer nonetheless; if she had to stay here as their plaything for a few more minutes, there was no telling what might happen. No, she told herself - she knew exactly what would happen.

"A parting gift from your classmate," Kim said to Drew, holding out her fingers for Thirteen to hand over the lollipop. When Thirteen was slow to respond, Kim made a movement towards her phone, and Thirteen produced the candy. The two girls shared a look - one that, beneath all of the scorn and derision, Thirteen thought she saw through to a hint of intrigue in Kim's eyes. It was a look that demonstrated Kim could see to the depths of Thirteen's debasement and depravity, one that Kim had a difficult time looking away from - if only for the briefest of seconds.

As Kim handed the lollipop to Drew, grasping carefully at the stick end, Drew recoiled in mock digust. Even if he wanted to taste it, he apparently needed to at least make a show of reluctance.

Nick McInnis showed no such hesitation. Without even bothering to take the lollipop from Kim's hand, he leaned forward and sucked the candy into his mouth. He made an exaggerated show of tasting it, of tasting Thirteen, and then coughed a false cough. "Delicious," he said, to Drew. To Kim, he popped the lollipop out of his mouth and offered it to her. He asked, "Are you next?"

Thirteen felt her arm vibrate once more, and she looked confusedly at Kim. Only when Kim met her look with a surprised look of her own did Thirteen realize what it was; Jeff's chits had run out, and she was now being summoned to a pick-up on the 46th Floor.

"You can go," Kim said to her.

"Thank you, Ms. Kinney," Thirteen replied. She found herself disappointed she couldn't stay for a few moments longer, if only to see if Kim would accept Nick's offering. Why did that turn her on?

It was only after she took a step or two away from the bullpen that Thirteen realized she was still wearing the skirt.

"May I take this off, Ms. Kinney?" she asked.

Kim smiled cruelly, took a moment to pretend to think it over, and then finally responded. "Yes. But please fold it and put it back in the box."

The men behind her all laughed and chittered, Drew among them. This was nothing more than an attempt to make Thirteen late, to ensure she picked up a demerit or two or three from her next pick-up; given that it was up on the 46th Floor, it was likely that this was one of the company's senior-most executives or an executive assistant, and Thirteen desperately wanted to avoid being late as much as she could control. She slipped out of and folded the skirt quickly, and put it in the box. Then she reached for the tank and did the same, closing the lid and handing the whole thing to Drew. She dared to look into his eyes for a moment; she'd meant for it to come off accusingly, but she suspected there was more desperation in her eyes than she'd have hoped.

"I don't think it's my size," he chuckled. Beside him, Nick continued to suck on the cherry-and-pussy-flavored lollipop.

"I think this was actually for you, sir," Thirteen replied. She didn't wait for a response. Without turning to look back, she was off, dashing for the stairs at full-tilt, hoping she'd make it up to the 46th Floor in time.