An Invitation

It was late afternoon now and I was kneeling on a mat on the fourth floor when I got the command via my watch to go to Barbara's office on the ninth floor. When I arrived there I found Kelly already kneeling on the floor. Barbara, of course, was on her cellphone as she always seemed to be. Kelly and I flashed quick smiles at each other as I joined her on the floor. Since our breaks were staggered in order to keep one of us always on duty we'd barely seen each other since early that morning.

We were waiting at least a good ten minutes before Barbara finally hung up. "Okay girls," she said as she turned to us, "I'm going to call it a day. No more deliveries." This surprised me since it was only about five p.m. with still an hour left in our shift. "I want to hear your impressions about how it went today and you can dispense with the submissive 'ma'am' stuff for now."

"Pretty slow," Kelly replied. "Especially in the morning." I nodded in agreement. I did have one stretch in the afternoon where I'd had three straight pickup and deliveries, but the majority of the day had been spent kneeling on mats being gawked at by surrounding office workers.

"Some of the people weren't quite sure how to use the app," I added.

Barbara nodded. "Both of those things were expected considering how quickly this program was thrust on people with little advance notice or training. A lot of people don't really know what to make of this. The goal today was to just get the program rolling." Barbara was talking to us now as if we were fellow employees rather than servant girls.

"Tomorrow we're doing something different," she continued. "It'll be kind of a training day. We're going to require everyone below the ninth floor authorized to call a mailgirl to summon one, even if they don't have a delivery. In retrospect we probably should've done something like that today but this has been a learning process for everyone."

Oh my god, I thought. We're going to be so busy tomorrow.

"We'll be assigning people different time frames for this so you won't be hammered all at once or run ragged," Barbara said. "We do want everyone to know though that using mailgirls to deliver important or time sensitive communications and packages is mandatory, not optional." If there'd been any thought that either Barbara or the company might be wavering on going forward with the Mailgirls program after a slow start it was being shot down.

"So tell me, how was your interaction with the other employees?" she asked. "I'm sure they stared but were you subjected to any physical or verbal abuses?" We both shook our heads.

"It's more like they treated me like I was radioactive," Kelly said. "No one wanted to get too close." Other than the Jensen brothers my experience had been largely the same.

"They were strongly reminded of the state's sexual harassment laws," Barbara replied, "but eventually we'll try to find a happy medium between radioactive and grabby."

Barbara let us silently digest everything we'd been told as she logged onto her computer. A short time later her printer came to life and she retrieved what looked like a spreadsheet. After examining it for a couple of minutes she began speaking again.

"It's a small sample size but it looks like most of our delivery deadlines were fairly close," she said. "A few will need to be adjusted. There's one run that sticks out like a sore thumb though." She turned her attention away from the spreadsheet and looked at me. "You were almost two minutes late going from the basement to the third floor for a pickup, Danica?"

I gulped nervously, thinking about the quick shower I took after masturbating in the basement locker room. How could I possibly tell her about that? "Um, I was on the toilet when I got the order," I lied.

"You know you can turn the watch to standby mode for up to five minutes for bathroom breaks," she responded sharply.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry. I forgot."

Barbara laid the spreadsheet on her desk, got to her feet, then walked over and stood above me. "Stand up Danica," she commanded. By the tone of her voice it was obvious that she was no longer speaking to me as a fellow employee. She was in control and I was once again the lowly, submissive mailgirl who was hers to command.

I rose to my feet and assumed the required standing position with my arms at my sides and my gaze lowered. I saw my palms nervously rubbing my bare thighs and I had to will them to stop.

"Look me in the eyes," Barbara ordered and I obeyed, although it was hard for me to hold her gaze. She stared into my eyes as if looking into my soul and I was almost ready to shout, "I confess! I was late because I was busy doing the two fingered tango in the locker room!" Thankfully she broke the silence first.

"I think I'm going to try out a new standing position for you girls and I want you to demonstrate it, Danica."

"Yes ma'am."

"Place your hands behind your back and grasp your left wrist with your right hand. Make sure your hands are placed on the small of your back and don't cover any of that lovely ass of yours." I quickly complied. "Now arch your back and keep your head up while lowering your eyes."

After she was satisfied I was in the correct position she barked, "On your feet Kelly and do the same." Kelly jumped to her feet and got into position. After circling us several times time and checking out this new pose from every angle she stopped directly in front of us. "Yes, I think I like this better. It helps thrust your breasts out more prominently. The other way there was a tendency to lower your head and slump your shoulders. This will be your new standing position from now on."

"Yes ma'am," we replied in unison.

"Good," Barbara said. "There's one more thing. The top execs are having a little get together tonight on the tenth floor to celebrate the start of our Mailgirls program and the two of you are invited." The way she said it made it clear that this was an invitation we weren't free to decline. The tenth floor was where the CEO and the top VP's had their offices and was the only floor in the tower I'd never been on.

"And, yes, you're expected to be in uniform," Barbara said answering our unspoken question. "Go down to the locker room, get showered, shampoo your hair, reapply your makeup, and be back up to the tenth floor by six. Take the stairs going down but you have permission to use the elevator coming back up. You won't need your watches."

The two of us continued to stand there not sure if we'd been dismissed. "Go!" she said as she waved us out of the room.

Kelly and I said little on the trip down the stairs and it wasn't until we were both in the shower that she spoke up. "The cast iron bitch was almost human there for a couple of minutes," she said. "I don't think she bought your story about being on the toilet though. What were you really doing? Rubbing one out?" When I didn't respond she laughed out loud. "Oh my god, that is what you were doing isn't it?" I remained silent but I'm sure the deep blush on my face told her all she needed to know.

"Jesus, Danica, you really get off on this stuff don't you? All the humiliation and the naked **** girl bullshit with the 'yes sirs' and 'no ma'ams' and holding your arms behind your back with your tits thrusting out prominently. You totally love it!" I couldn't deny any of it.

"What about you?" I shot back. "Aren't you the one who said she was an exhibitionist?"

"I said I was kind of an exhibitionist. You know, getting drunk and flashing my boobs at parties kind of stuff. Being a mailgirl is way out of my comfort zone."

"But you were the one who first got naked in Tokyo and talked me into doing it too."

"Yeah, I know," Kelly said. "I wanted to try it as a lark. As a career choice? Not so much."

"So are you going to quit?" I asked.

"I can't. I'm a little **** girl just like you are. I just don't get off on it like you do. And you might be into what we're doing now but what are you going to do the first time time a VP orders you to go down on him in his office?"

"They can't. There are sexual harassment laws."

Kelly snorted derisively. "You think that's going to stop them? Don't be naive, Danica. It'd be their word against yours and you're just a naked, slutty little mailgirl. Who's going to believe you?"

"And what are you going to do if that happens?"

"I don't know yet," she answered. "I'll probably do whatever I have to do for the next two years. Once I'm out maybe I'll write a book about it. Call it 'Confessions of a Mailgirl' or something like that."

I thought about what Kelly had said. What would I do if someone powerful ordered me to perform sexual favors? I had no idea.

We finished our showers in silence and prepared ourselves for our trip upstairs. When we were ready the two of us walked naked to the elevator and summoned it. It was empty when it arrived. We stepped into it and Kelly pushed the button for the tenth floor.