The mail room

Alicia kept trying to resist covering herself as she and her new boss walked down the hall to the place where her next job would be. Every time she tried to cover her groin, her boss would immediately turn around and slap her hands, saying, "No touching yourself on company time."

"But I wasn't trying to touch myself," Alicia would say.

But her boss would only ignore her.

Of course, the same thing would occur whenever Alicia tried to cover her breasts. Or her buttocks. Or had her hands anywhere save swinging casually at her side.

Hey, look at me, she thought sarcastically. All happy and free with the casual nudity. I might as well have gone ahead and applied at a gentlemen's club so that I could become a stripper; the experience I would have had there could not possibly be more embarrassing than this. Plus, nowadays, I hear that some strippers actually get to keep their clothes on.

"So where are we going?" Alicia asked as they entered a crowded elevator.

Needless to say, everyone else in the elevator was clothed save for one young blonde woman with a mail cart -- and it was fairly obvious from the way everyone else smirked at her that the blonde woman wasn't exactly regarded with a whole lot of respect.

"The mail room," said her boss.

"You mean I'm going to become a mail girl?" asked Alicia.

"Of course not," said her boss.

"Oh, good," said Alicia with an expression that made the other naked woman in the elevator frown at her.

"You can't be a mail girl," said her boss. "Too many copyright issues. So instead you're going to be a Delivery Dame."

Alicia coughed.

"Wait!" she cried, pointing to the blonde woman with the mail cart. "Isn't she a mail girl?"

"No," said her boss. "She's a Certified Postal Distribution Representative."

"Isn't that the same thing as a mail girl?" asked Alicia.

"No," said her boss.

"So what's going to be the difference between her job and mine?" asked Alicia.

At this point, the elevator opened and the woman with the mail cart immediately got off the elevator. Alicia and her boss got off the elevator too but her boss headed off in a different direction and Alicia was **** to follow her, still trying to pretend that the stares she had received from the people still in the elevator -- stares that often came from women as often as they came from men -- did not bother her. Even though the stares had managed to make her feel like she was even more naked than she actually was.

As they got closer to the mail room -- or as her boss called it -- the Delivery Dame department, her boss replied, "She gets a mail cart and you don't. But you'll be handling individual packages anyway. Later on -- if you do well -- you'll get a chance to move up. If you're lucky, of course."

"Of course," said Alicia with a grim expression on her face. "So where are these individual packages supposed to go?"

"All over the building," said her boss.

"What?" asked Alicia. "You mean I'm not just going to have to work naked in one tiny mail room on my first day? I'm going to have to show myself off to everyone in the building?"

"Well, not everyone," said her boss as they entered the Delivery Dame department. "More than a few of our employees are blind."