Monday Morning

I reached over and shut off my alarm but I'd been awake for awhile anyway. I'd had a restless night and after waking in the early morning hours I was too full of nervous energy to go back to sleep. Time's relentless march had inevitably led to Monday morning and the start of my new career as a nude mailgirl for DumpsterDawg Enterprises.

I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for work. After peeling off my tank top and panties I was about to get into the shower when it occurred to me that I was required to shower at work now, possibly in front of an audience. "How weird is that?" I thought to myself. Then I thought about it some more and realized that wasn't even at the top of the weirdness scale in my new job.

I walked to the sink to brush my teeth and as I stared in the mirror I remembered Mariko asking if I had any Japanese ancestry.

The genetic influence of my Japanese grandmother seemed relatively faint to me as I looked directly at my face but I knew that from different angles and in different lights it was more pronounced. The almost subliminal nature of this Asian influence combined with the green eyes I'd inherited from my father's side of the family gave me an unusual and exotic look. Framing my face was straight, dark brown hair that spilled down over my shoulders to just above my shoulder blades.

Ever since I was a little girl people had been telling me how pretty I am and it only increased as my body developed during my teenage years. I loved the compliments, and definitely don't claim to be free from vanity, but I'd also been resolved to not be defined by only my looks. I studied hard in high school and earned some scholarships and grants but not nearly enough to cover tuition, books, housing, and the other costs that piled up over the six years it took me to get my masters degree. My parents divorced when I was young and my mom raised me by herself after that. She did what she could, but she had little money to contribute to my education.

So I'd turned to the government's student loan program to cover the costs and the debt had mounted at a staggering pace. I reasoned that my advanced degree would eventually pay for itself with a career in the business world and now it had, although not in a way I ever could have imagined. Ironically my drive to become much more than my looks had left me **** to be cynically manipulated and steered into a job where only my beauty really mattered.

After brushing my hair I walked back into the bedroom and stared at my nude body in the full length mirror on the closet door. This is going to be my uniform at work, I thought to myself incredulously. I turned to view it at different angles to picture what many others would be seeing today.

My breasts weren't overly large but were firm and hung nicely over my flat stomach. They were tipped by pinkish half dollar-sized aureolas and sensitive nipples that became erect whenever I was cold or aroused, which I assumed would be a nearly permanent condition working naked in an air conditioned building. The tan lines had faded after a week in the tanning booth and my skin was smooth and unblemished.

I turned and looked at my toned ass and long legs. "Dancer's legs" my mom had once called them and they still looked good even though I hadn't danced much in awhile. I didn't see an extra pound out of place on my frame, which was slender without being too thin. Overall my body was beautifully proportioned and I was reaching the peak of my sexual desirability. If this is going to be my uniform at least it's a damned attractive one, I thought. Okay, like I said, I'm not exactly free of vanity.

I stood in front of the mirror with my feet spread at shoulder width and my hands at my sides, which was one of the two positions I was required to be in while waiting for further instructions as a mailgirl. My pubic area was completely shaved now as required by the "grooming standards" specified in the Mailgirls manual and this left my pussy lips more clearly visible.

I got down on my knees into the kneeling position, sitting back on my haunches with my knees spread and my back slightly arched thrusting my breasts forward as my hands rested on my thighs. My pussy was even more visible in this pose and provided a glimpse of my clit peeking out. I scooted myself around on the carpet to look at myself from various angles and there was no denying that this was a very submissive and erotic pose. Knowing I'd be required to be in this position in rooms full of clothed people would make it even more humiliating.

I decided to stop before I totally freaked myself out. I got to my feet and opened the closet door where it took a surprisingly long time to decide what I was going to wear to work considering it would come off almost immediately once I got there. I finally decided on a light cotton summer dress. I pulled it on, along with a white thong and a pair of leather sandals. Suddenly I was ready to leave for work.

It took me almost five minutes to talk myself into moving toward the door.