The Deal

As Mr. Brooks pointed to Lynnette, she grimaced, turned flush with embarrassment, and looked away again. Suddenly, Mr. Brooks turned to us and looked serious.

"Look, you girls seem like some nice young women but you're in a lot of trouble here. In truth, I don't know if I can get you girls an extension or not; that decision is made at a higher paygrade than mine and, to be honest, it'll be pretty dicey. But I can at least help you out with your placement."

"What do you mean?" Nicky asked.

"Ultra's looking to replace most of its special couriers with mailgirls and looking at you," Mr. Brooks paused to give us a good looking over, "you're perfect for the job."

"You mean you'd have us running all over the office building delivering messages in the nude?" I asked.

"Not exactly," Mr. Brooks explained. "Our special carriers only deliver outside the office. If you took the job, you'd be working as a mailgirl roughly in a mile and a half radius of the building."

"That's the entire downtown," I said. "It's packed with people. Hundreds of people would see me naked every day."

"More like thousands," Mr. Brooks corrected. "Our estimates are that you'd be observed by at least two or three thousand people a day."

A wave of embarrassment came over me as I realized that I might be less than twenty minutes away from running completely naked through the busiest part of the city. It'd be humiliating but, at the same time I felt an electric tingling of erotic exhilaration come over me as I imagined what it would be like spending my day running down crowded sidewalks and delivering messages to busy office buildings without a stitch of clothing on.

"It's not bad work – a lot better than almost any assignment you'll draw if you get sold," Mr. Brooks said. "Both of the mailgirls we've got right now, sold themselves into slavery to get the job and they enjoy it.

"Marti volunteered for the job?" I was stunned.

"That's right. Ms. Combs was our second mailgirl. She was employed in our data entry pool, a low paid entry level job, when she found out that our first mailgirl had signed a two year slavery commitment and would be paid $150,000.00 at the conclusion of her servitude. Ms. Combs asked if we would extend her the same deal and she started work as our second mailgirl about fifteen minutes later. She loves it and, in about 18 months, she'll be free again."

"What are you offering?" Nicky asked.

"Come upstairs with me right now, sign yourselves over, and I'll have you working as mailgirls almost immediately. We have comfortable quarters set up for you in the basement, it's like a college dorm room. You'll have an exciting job with decent work hours; you'll eat whatever you want out of the cafeteria; you'll have your own bathroom with a shower that you can use whenever you like, and we never use any type of corporal punishment on our mailgirls; I'll even put that in the contract."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, if you strip down right now, and come upstairs with me, I can assure you that we'll inventory you and you'll spend the entire 66 months as a mailgirl. It's easy time. But, if we repo you, you'll probably be merchandised, sold at auction, and you'll spend the next five and a half years doing God know what God knows where."

"Can we have some time to think about this?" I asked.

"Probably not. Management's planning to buy a couple more slaves today to fill the position but if you surrender yourselves right now, I guarantee they'll take you instead. You'll wear the ultra-light slave collar, it's really comfortable, almost like wearing nothing at all, and you'll never spend a minute in chains. The mailgirl position is one of the top choices among young good looking category I female slaves such as yourselves. And all you have to do to claim that job is take off your clothes, follow me upstairs, sign a voluntary surrender, and put on a your slave collar. I'll have you making you first delivery in about fifteen minutes, maybe less. You're not going to get a better deal."

"You want us to get naked right here in the hall?"

"Sure, it'll be quicker that way. Lynnette will take care of discarding your clothes."

"Everyone will see us," I protested.

"Don't worry about the nudity, it's part of the job; you'll get accustomed to it. So what if people are going to see you. You're both gorgeous, you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone's going to get to see you naked every day anyway and you're probably going to be mostly naked for the next five and a half years no matter what happens."

"I don't know," Nicky said, sounding unconvinced. "We'll need some time to think about it."

"I know you're thinking that you'd like to see if you get the extension first, but it'll probably be too late by then. Anyway, your business isn't going to make it; something is wrong with it; this is your second default. The borrowers are always optimistic but, I've been in this business a long time and businesses that default twice in three months never make it. Trust me, you're going to fail. All an extension will buy you is six more months of slavery."

For the first time, Nicky looked concerned. It was as if something Mr. Brooks said got to her.

"Look at it this way," Mr. Brooks continued, "I know you girls are friends, maybe more. It's obvious that you really like each other. Five and a half years is a long period of time and slavery can get really lonely. You'll need a friend. If you take this deal right now, I'll let you room together and I'll put it in your contract that you can't be separated."

That comment hit home with me. I loved Nicky. She'd always been there for me; she was everything to me. We'd lived together in college and as adults. We ate together, partied together, cried together, and worked together. I'd never thought about the fact that if we were repo'd that I'd lose her and the revelation frightened me to my core.

"Let me speak with my partner a moment," Nicky said as she pulled me aside. To give us privacy, Mr. Brooks walked down the hall.

"What do you think?" Nicky asked.

"At least we'd have each other."

Although I was nervous before the meeting with Mr. Brooks, I really thought that we'd get the extension and the chances of actually becoming a slave weren't likely. I certainly didn't think there was any chance at all that I'd be enslaved today. But the appointment with Mr. Brooks had gone poorly and, with our with plan B failing, now I felt the chance that I'd be naked, enslaved, and working as a mailgirl for Ultra within the hour seemed likely, even prudent. If Nicky but said the word, I'd start stripping off my clothes.

"We'd lose everything, our business, our condo, our freedom, everything," Nicky said. "If we give up now, we'll never get the business back."

Opening our own tailoring and fashion design business had been a dream of ours for a decade and, except for the slow invoice payments, the business seemed like it was about to be quite successful.

"I don't want to lose you," I said, fighting back emotion. "At least we wouldn't lose each other." Nicky gave me a hug.

"If you want to do it, if you want to take the mailgirl position, I'll go with you. You're that important to me. But, if you ask me if I want to do it, the answer is no. I don't want to just give up. I at least want to get back to the office and see where we stand with Attila."

Worried about a possible default, Nicky had insisted on making a refinance application with the Attila Financial Group, another bondage banker who accepted human collateral. Although our secretary Lori had been assured that we'd get the loan a week ago, Attila had yet to finalize the terms and send us the loan package for signature. Needless to say, Attila's lack of urgency on the matter had become a major concern.

"I don't know," I said as I fumbled with the button to my skirt and contemplated taking it off. Despite my desire to cut our losses and take the deal, I didn't want to be the one to make the decision and enslave Nicky. They'd be too great of chance she'd later regret it and resent me for it. I couldn't risk that. Nicky would have to make the decision become a mailgirl slave by herself.

"Tell me the truth," Nicky said, "do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"I swear to you, I think I can fix this."

"Kristen," a soft voice whispered, "take the deal."

"Lynn?" I whispered back. Although she didn't look up at me, Lynn nodded her head ever so slightly.

"I was offered the same deal," Lynn whispered, "I was a fool and I ran. Now look what's happened to me. I'd give anything to have a decent meal, a comfortable bed, a better job, and, most importantly a friend. I'm miserable and all alone. Don't be stupid like I was - take the deal."