The Morning Shift

Mariko moved briskly through the basement corridor toward the service stairs as I followed behind. Once we got onto the stairs Mariko maintained a steady pace and I struggled to keep up even though she didn't appear to be hurrying or straining. Every time I looked up I got a glimpse of her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs and I was struck once again by how crazy all of this seemed.

When we reached the seventh floor she entered the door without hesitation and continued her brisk pace down the corridor. She kept her eyes lowered to the floor as she walked and the people we passed gave no sign of recognition or greeting. At one point the hallway was blocked by three men in suits walking slowly towards us. They made no effort to move aside to allow us to pass and Mariko stopped and pressed her back against the wall keeping her gaze lowered. I did the same as the men ambled slowly past us glancing only briefly at the beautiful nude woman. We then continued down the hallway until we reached an office and entered it. Our watches buzzed and flashed green as we did indicating we'd arrived within the allotted time. I checked my watch and saw that we'd made it with seventeen seconds to spare.

The receptionist inside, a middle-aged woman, looked up at Mariko with barely concealed contempt and nodded her head towards a leather pouch on the end of the desk. Mariko picked it up, then assumed the waiting stance with her legs spread and her eyes lowered to the floor as she awaited further instructions. The woman punched the delivery destination into the Mailgirls app on her phone and our watches lit up again. "Floor 5, B17, Delivery." Since the destination was only two floors below us we were given just two minutes to make it there.

Once we reached the fifth floor I realized that this was the floor that Mariko's office was on and we even passed it on the way to make our delivery. I recognized some of the faces from the day before, and while some stared at us as we passed none provided a greeting or any sign of friendliness towards Mariko.

We entered an office just a couple of doors down from Mariko's and our watches once again flashed green. Inside a well dressed woman looked up and smirked when she saw Mariko. She spoke a few curt words and Mariko placed the pouch on the desk, then assumed her stance awaiting further instructions. I guessed that the two women were colleagues and equals when Mariko was in her role as a managing director, but right now she was just a lowly mailgirl and the woman waved us contemptuously out of the office.

Since we had no current orders we walked past a number of cubicles until we reached the Mailgirls pad in the middle of the floor. It was little more than a yoga mat emblazoned with the Mailgirls logo and located in a spot that was out of the most heavily trafficked areas but still visible to many of the office workers. Mariko assumed the same kneeling position that Aiko had been in yesterday and I attempted to emulate it as closely as I could. We were surrounded by people clothed in normal business attire and I couldn't imagine what it must be like for her to be submissively kneeling nude in front of people she worked with every day.

It was about ten minutes before we got our next order, up to the eighth floor for a delivery to the third. We had another five minute break but the orders began coming faster after that. No sooner would we complete one delivery then we'd get an alert for another. I worked out regularly and thought I was in great shape but we were only a little more than an hour into our shift and I was already beginning to drag ass. Mariko, by contrast, had a light sheen of perspiration on her skin but otherwise seemed as fresh as when we'd first started. "You may go downstairs and rest at any time," she said to me when we finally got a break for a few minutes.

"No, I'm going to try to hang with you if I can," I said. "You definitely don't need to spend money on a gym membership with this job, though."

"Yes, that is true," Mariko smiled.

About an hour later, after a few more runs through the building, our watches began flashing with the word "BREAK" and the timer began counting down from fifteen minutes. Fortunately we were on the third floor so it didn't take us long to reach the basement. I looked on enviously as Mariko stepped into the shower for a quick rinse, being careful not to get her hair wet. I was sweating profusely and wishing I could do the same. On top of that my thong was starting to chafe and my too small bra was constricting my chest and beginning to rub raw against my skin. I thought about taking it off but my tank top was too loose to contain my boobs and I knew they'd flop out as I moved.

I splashed a little water on my face and plopped down on the bench in front of the lockers. Mariko joined me, handing me a cold bottle of water and a power bar which I gratefully accepted. Too soon the fifteen minutes were up and shortly after we were called out on our next pickup. We continued making runs for the next two hours with only an occasional break on a Mailgirls pad. We passed other mailgirls on the stairs or in the corridors but I never did see either Aiko or Kelly. At one point a nude mailgirl who looked to be in her mid-30s passed us in a corridor with an obvious look of shame on her face. Although she was quite attractive her age seemed unusual compared to the other mailgirls who were mostly in their early to mid twenties.

"Oh yes," Mariko said when I finally had a chance to ask about her during a break. "Until very recently she was an account executive. However she lost a very large client because of negligence and a failure to serve her client's needs so she was invited by the company to join the Mailgirls program. She and her husband have very large debts so her husband commanded her to accept the invitation."

"Really? Wow! The company **** her to become a mailgirl? Will she be given her old job back after she completes her contract?"

"Oh, she has no contract," Mariko replied. "She will be a mailgirl as long as she chooses to remain employed here. In her life as an executive she was always very rude to our mailgirls so perhaps it was her karma to become one herself."

I couldn't help but laugh at the way Mariko had basically called the woman a deserving bitch in the politest way possible. "Do you think she'll be able to stick it out for long?"

"Oh, I do hope so!" Mariko exclaimed.

My legs were beginning to turn to jelly by the time our watches alerted us it was time for our lunch break. As we approached the locker room I saw a small crowd of men in the corridor eating their lunch as they stared into the window.

"Creeps," I muttered under my breath as I walked past them. As we entered the locker room I was stunned to see Kelly in the shower, totally nude and soaped up. "Kelly! What the hell are you doing?"

Kelly turned and shrugged. "When in Rome... Or in this case, Tokyo."

"There are a bunch of guys outside watching you right now!"

"Yeah? Fuck 'em. Let 'em look. I needed this."

A short time later Mariko also stepped into the shower and I have to admit that I desperately wanted to join them. My workout clothes were soaked in sweat and beginning to stink and my thong and bra were chafing like hell. I was sorely tempted to peel everything off and jump in but the thought of those men in the hall watching stopped me. I just couldn't do it.

I splashed more water on my face and arms and toweled them off, then sat on the bench rubbing my feet. Kelly joined me a few minutes later, still nude and toweling off. "God, I feel so much better. You really should go and jump in."

"I should but I don't think I can."

"Why not? You're gorgeous. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not ashamed!" I retorted. "I'm just...I don't know. Are you going to put your clothes on when you go back out?"

"Nope. I've decide to go the full monty for the rest of the day. I think you should, too. I mean if we're going to really learn what this is about I think we need to."

"I can't."

"Danica, you're thousands of miles from home and you'll never see any of these people again. If there was ever an opportunity to do something crazy in your life, this is it. It might even be fun."

Once again the image of me running through the building naked leapt into my mind filling me with nervous excitement. Was I really considering doing this?

Mariko sat down next to me and handed me a bowl of rice covered in stir fry vegetables along with a mango juice drink. "We must keep your strength up," Mariko smiled. I accepted the food gratefully, glad for the interruption that would allow me to postpone my decision for a few more minutes.

As I ate I watched Kelly walk up to the mirror and playfully lift up her boobs with her hands for the audience she knew was on the other side. She had a fabulous body and a beautiful face framed by auburn hair and blue eyes. As I watched her I mentally compared my body with hers. She was curvier with larger breasts but I knew my breasts hung nicely over my slender frame. I also had "an ass to die for" as one boyfriend had put it. I don't want to sound narcissistic but I don't believe in false modesty either. I knew I was beautiful and looked great naked. So why was I so hesitant about following Kelly's lead? I guess I was worried about the consequences. What if it got out that I'd once been a naked mailgirl even if it was only for a few hours?

"Mariko, do you think I should go nude for the rest of the day like Kelly?" I asked her.

"I believe it would be beneficial in order to fully understand what our mailgirls go through, but it is your choice of course."

I looked at my watch and saw we had less than ten minutes left on our lunch break. My excitement continued to build as I actually thought about doing it. "Do you think I have time to take a shower and get ready?"

Mariko smiled. "I am the managing director of Mailgirls. You may have as much time as you need."