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With our hair dried and our makeup applied, and as the clock ticked closer to the beginning of our eight a.m. shift, Kelly and I sat nervously on the bench in our "uniforms." We were completely nude except for the smart watches on our left wrists which were synced to the Mailgirls network and would relay our pickup and delivery orders to us. Barbara and the two men had left earlier leaving us alone with our thoughts.

At precisely eight my watch vibrated briefly on my wrist and I just about jumped out of my skin. It took a me a few seconds to realize that the status message had simply changed from "standby" to "active." We were on duty! Kelly and I gave each other a wide-eyed look as she laughed nervously. "Holy shit, we're really doing this!" she said.

All there was to do now was wait for our orders which would lead us out of the relative sanctuary of our little locker room and into a building full of fully clothed office workers beginning their workday. But as the minutes passed by without any orders the tension only increased. We were both still sitting there at 8:30 and I asked Kelly if she thought maybe something was wrong with the system.

"God, I hope so," she replied.

On one hand I was thankful for any delay to my first nude run, but it was also nerve-racking. Part of me just wanted to get it over with. It was nearly nine o'clock when my watch vibrated and flashed, sending my pulse racing. I read my orders: Floor 9 - A5 - Pickup. The timer below the message read 4:00, then began counting down to 3:59, 3:58, 3:57. I had less than four minutes to get to the ninth floor from the basement! I looked at Kelly then sprang to my feet and quickly headed for the door. "Knock 'em dead, number two!" Kelly shouted after me.

I quickly reached the stairs and began climbing, my breasts bouncing with each step.

This was the only set of stairs in the building so there was always going to be a chance I'd run into regular employees on them as I made my deliveries, but for now I was alone in the stairwell. When I finally reached the ninth floor I hesitated only briefly before opening the door and entering.

All work on the floor began grinding to an immediate halt as I came into view and people began noticing me. Those who didn't see me right away were quickly alerted to my presence by their co-workers. Barbara's office was on the other side of the floor and I'm sure my face was crimson red as I weaved my way past gawking office workers who had stopped dead in their tracks and were blocking my path.

As I entered Barbara's reception area my watch buzzed and flashed red indicating I was late. I'd missed my deadline by almost thirty seconds. Barbara's secretary Jan flashed a crooked grin as she looked me over before waving me into her office.

Barbara was talking on her cellphone as I entered and she pointed down toward the floor. I got down on my knees and assumed the kneeling position waiting for my instructions. From what I could gather from Barbara's side of the conversation she was talking to someone upstairs about the slow start to their Mailgirls program.

After she'd finished with the call Barbara walked over and stood above me. "You were late, Danica."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but it's difficult to get here from the basement in just four minutes."

"Okay," she said. "We didn't have time to properly test our time parameters so some deadlines will be too short and others too long. We'll be adjusting them as we go so there won't be any demerits given out until we get them tweaked. But don't take that as a license to loaf."

"Yes ma'am."

"So tell me, what was the reaction you got on your way here?" she asked.

"I don't think much work is going to get done when we're around, ma'am."

Barbara let out a quick laugh. 'Yeah, well we expected that," she said. "It'll take them awhile to get used to this, but they will." She began circling around me inspecting every inch of my body. "And how do you feel, Danica?"

How do I feel? Nervous, scared, humiliated, excited, horny. The whole gamut of emotions was flooding through my body but I didn't tell her any of that. "I'm fine, ma'am."

Barbara grunted,obviously displeased with my answer but she didn't press it. She walked over and leaned back against her desk and began speaking.

"Obviously there's some **** so far to use our new delivery system so I'm going to get the ball rolling here. I don't have a delivery for you so I'm going to send you back downstairs but I want you to take a stroll through every floor on the way. I want everyone to see you and to let them know we're in business. No need to rush, a nice steady pace will be fine."

My heart raced at the thought of having to do that. Slowly walking nude through the whole building sounded much worse than rushing somewhere to make a delivery. "Yes ma'am," I replied nervously.

"Go all the way back down to the basement, provided you don't get a pickup order on the way of course. If Kelly is still there when you get there then tell her to come up to my office one floor at a time doing the same."

"Yes ma'am."

Barbara waved her hand to dismiss me and I rose to my feet and walked to the door. "Oh, and vary your path through each floor walking back to the stairs," she said as I exited.

Since Barbara had told me to find a different path back to the stairs that meant I had to snake my way past some desks and offices toward the outer edge of the building and circled around that way. Once again all work came to a grinding halt as people gawked and leered at me with looks that ranged from lusty approval to barely concealed contempt. No one said anything to me though. I knew that everyone in the building had been put on alert to be very careful in how they interacted with the mailgirls at risk of their jobs. Even though we were nude the state's sexual harassment laws still applied.

As I said earlier, each wing of DDE's complex had its own unique personality and the tower was strictly a corporate environment. Although CEO Dan Evans, one of the company's founders, was well known for wearing blue jeans, collarless pullover shirts and sneakers, only those at the top of the food chain could get away with that in this building. The dress code here was business attire - white shirts, ties and dress pants for the men; stylish skirt suits, pantsuits or dresses for the women. And then there was me in my birthday suit.

I finally reached the stairs and walked down to the eighth floor and got virtually the same reaction there as I walked through it. Even though I'd spent an afternoon nude at Hiromoto headquarters, the Mailgirls program was well established there and everyone was use to seeing nude women as a part of their work environment. That wasn't the case here and the sight of a nude woman in an otherwise normal business environment must have been shocking for a lot of people even though they'd been told in advance it was going to happen.

It was also a shock to my senses as well. This was the most bizarre, humiliating, and exciting thing I'd ever done in my life and my entire body felt like a live wire was running through it. Time seemed to move in slow motion as I walked through floor after floor providing visual confirmation that Mailgirls was open for business. When I finally reached the basement I felt an odd mixture of both relief and disappointment.

Kelly was still waiting in the locker room when I entered. She immediately jumped to her feet when she saw me.

"Danica, what happened? How did it go?" she asked excitedly.

I told her everything, including my experience walking through each floor. Then I told her she was supposed to do the same on her way up to Barbara's office.

"Really?" Kelly said as she nervously ran her fingers through her hair. She folded her arms beneath her breasts and took several deep breaths. "Okay, I can do this, I can do this."

"Good luck, number two," I shouted as Kelly exited the room.

I was alone now, my body was on fire and I knew what I had to do. I sat down on the bench, spread my legs and thrust two fingers of my right hand deep into my throbbing pussy while I caressed my breasts with the other hand. The door to the locker room wasn't locked and anyone could have walked in but I was past the point of caring at the moment. It didn't take long before I had such a powerful orgasm that I had to press a hand over my mouth to muffle it and keep from being heard all the way to the top floor.

Almost immediately my watch sprang to life. Floor 3 - B5 - Pickup. 2:00, 1:59, 1:58....

Oh shit!