Sunrise

It was around seven a.m. and the sun was already rising in the spring sky as I pulled into the employee parking lot. Outside my window loomed the large complex that was the home of DumpsterDawg Enterprises. Unlike Hiromoto headquarters which housed only the company's executive and administrative offices, DDE's complex was built on a large tract of suburban land and much of the work on the company's gaming, film, and software development projects was done here.

"The tower," as the executive and administrative building was known, sat on the northwest corner of the property and was a circular ten story structure shaped liked a cylinder. Adjacent to it on the north side stood the largest wing of the complex, a long five story building where the company's PC and console games were developed. Connected to the east was a much smaller four story building where the company's research and development for future projects took place. Connected to that building and running south was a low two story wing which housed mostly security, maintenance, and IT personnel.

The south side of the complex was perhaps its most unique architectural feature. It featured a series of connected buildings, each one story higher than the other, that curved around and rose like steps toward the tower until connecting to it on the eighth floor leaving only the top two floors of the tower with a full 360 degree view. Grass and trees were planted on the roof of each building and were popular spots for employees to step out for fresh air on breaks. The south wing, as it was called, contained offices for the film production department, marketing, sales, accounting and more administrative offices, along with an auditorium, and cafeteria. In the center of the complex was an open-aired courtyard with a large fountain and benches.

DDE's headquarters was an award winning architectural design. Although it was technically one large building, each of the different wings had unique personalities and work environments. It also covered a much larger area than Hiromoto headquarters. Being a mailgirl here would be challenging, beyond just the obvious challenge of being nude. Fortunately I'd be limited to working only the tower for now keeping me unexposed to the majority of the company's employees.

As I stared out the window at the complex I had to fight off the urge to start my car and just drive and keep driving until I was far, far away. It took a few minutes of an internal pep talk before I finally worked up the nerve to get out and start walking toward my new job.

Outside the entrance to the tower a local news crew was setting up for a live shot and I was certain it had something to do with the Mailgirls program. The press release had gone out announcing the program late Friday afternoon, too late to be covered by the major network news programs which had been the intent. The 24-hour cable news networks had begun talking about it over the weekend, but now that it was Monday everyone expected the news coverage and controversy to begin to ramping up. As I walked toward the entrance I was afraid that the news crew somehow knew I was a mailgirl and would try to interview me, but they ignored me as I went by them and entered the building. The security guard at the lobby entrance checked my ID and allowed me to pass. I walked through the lobby, entered the stairwell and descended down into the building's basement.

The tower's basement was used mostly for storage, and a makeshift locker room had been set up for Kelly and me in an unused utility room. Barbara had told us that a full Mailgirls locker room would be constructed in another wing once the company fully committed to the program, but for now, thankfully, we had some privacy.

Inside I found Kelly sitting fully clothed on a short wooden bench in front of a couple of lockers.

"Hey, Kell," I said. "How are you feeling?"

"Scared. Nervous. How about you?"

"The same," I replied. "I guess we're going to do this, huh?"

Kelly shrugged. "What choice do we have?"

"Not much," I said as I sat down beside her. We sat there quietly for a minute before Kelly spoke again.

"Hey, thanks for helping me out last week in Barbara's office. I guess I had a panic attack or something. That's never happened to me before."

No problem," I replied, "although I'm not sure how much I helped you. I talked you into signing the nudity waiver after all."

"Yeah but that's what I needed to do and I knew it. I was just flipping out thinking about being **** to work bare assed naked for two fucking years! I didn't know anyone in town when I moved here for this job so almost all of my friends work here. What the hell are they going to think of me when they find out I'm a naked delivery girl?"

"Do any of them know about this yet? That you're going to be a mailgirl?"

"God no," Kelly replied.

I could definitely relate. I'd also moved to this area for the job so almost all of my friends worked here too. My best friend Stephanie had been sending me angry texts about the Mailgirls program from almost the moment it had been announced, so I couldn't imagine what she was going think of me when she found out. All she knew right now was that I was working on a secret project that I couldn't talk about.

"Ah hell," Kelly said as she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse, "let's do this. This is so totally crazy we may as well have fun with it." Kelly peeled off her shirt and tossed it over my head. "Time to get into uniform, number two," she said to me. It was a running joke between us about who would get to be number one if the company started assigning numbers to their mailgirls like Hiromoto did.

Our locker room consisted of a wooden bench, a couple of metal lockers, a toilet stall, two sinks with a mirror above them, a small refrigerator and microwave, and a shower area with two shower heads. It was small and basic but I was thankful there was no window or two way mirror for people to watch us during our mandatory pre-shift shower and "grooming session."

I put the lunch, drinks, and snacks I'd brought for the day into the refrigerator, then took off my clothes and headed for the shower to join Kelly. I turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, then stepped in and began lathering up.

"God, this feels like the shower scene of every 'hot women in prison' movie I've ever seen," Kelly said.

"How many of those movies have you seen?" I laughed.

"You don't want to know. My boyfriend loves them."

As we showered I couldn't help but sneak peeks at Kelly. She had a great body but I was especially envious of her boobs. They were larger than mine and were beautifully shaped and firm with just enough sag in them to prove they were real. It was very obvious why Barbara had targeted the two of us to lure into their Mailgirls program and I wondered now why I hadn't seen it during that very first meeting.

After washing my body and shampooing my hair it came time for the part of the required grooming I'd been dreading most. There were no seats in the shower and Kelly was already sitting down on the tiled floor and beginning to shave, so I did the same.

I started with my underarms, then ran the razor over my legs. Finally I spread my legs and applied the shaving gel around my pubic area. Just as I was about to begin shaving, the door opened and Barbara walked in with two men. I shrieked and closed my legs.

"You know the rules girls," Barbara said. "You're not allowed any modesty while you're in the building. Keep doing what you were doing."

I reluctantly opened my legs and began shaving my pussy as the two men stared openly at the two of us. I recognized them from my memorization of the building's management personnel as senior execs from the upper floors. "Incredible," one of them said. "They look like models. And you found them in the company working for us, Barbara?"

"Yes," she replied. "They were in our management program."

"No shit?" the other one said. "They have advanced degrees?"

"They both have MBA's," Barbara replied. "Top of their classes."

"Wow," the first one laughed. "And now they're mailgirls. But then I guess MBA's are a dime a dozen but bodies like those sure as hell aren't."

It was humiliating to have them standing there staring at us like we were a couple of zoo animals and talking about us as if we couldn't hear what they were saying. A month ago if you'd asked me if I would ever shave my pussy in front of strangers I would have said no way in hell would I ever do that. Not for all the money in the world.

I guess the incremental changes that led me to this point were like knocking over dominos. If you start with a small domino and then place a slightly larger domino behind it and then another larger one behind that one and kept doing that long enough then eventually knocking over that first small domino would start a chain reaction which could, in theory anyway, knock over a domino taller than the highest skyscraper.

The first domino had fallen when I hadn't immediately walked out of Barbara's office when she first asked us to get involved in the Mailgirls program as managers. Increasingly larger dominos kept falling with each subsequent decision I'd made until now, less than a month later, I found myself shaving my pussy in front of strangers for far less than all of the money in the world.

I knew there was more to it than that though. As I continued to shave I found that being **** into this humiliating position in front of these men was becoming intensely arousing to me. I had to resist the urge to humiliate myself even further by thrusting my fingers deep inside myself and bringing myself to a climax as they watched. I began to wonder if this newly discovered submissive streak was what had really driven me down this path to a place where I subconsciously wanted to be.

Whether I wanted to be here or not, this is where I was now. And it was only just the beginning.