A Busy Afternoon

I'd just made a delivery to an office on the ground floor of the north wing when my MMU flashed and vibrated alerting me to another job. I groaned as I checked it seeing it was a Premium Rush order which meant the deadline I had to meet was significantly shorter than standard. Today was Friday and they were always the worst since departments wanted to use up their delivery credits since they didn't roll over from week to week. This was already my third Premium Rush of the afternoon.

I began running through the corridor toward the stairs being careful to avoid the "norms" in my path. Running into a regular DDE employee was automatically a minimum of ten demerits and the person you ran into had the option making it as high as twenty. A mailgirl who did anything more than lightly brush an employee as they went past was ordered to stop immediately and allow that person to enter the demerits into their MMU. The time it took to do this also made it likely that the deadline for the run would not be met which would add even more demerits.

Each ten demerits meant an extra hour of work for the mailgirl and since we were salaried employees there was no additional pay for it. At the end of each week the total demerits for each girl were calculated and then they could either be brought in on the weekend to work the extra hours or their schedule the following week would be adjusted to include them. The mailgirls all hated the demerit system since it meant extra work for no extra pay. And, of course, working those extra hours meant the chance of racking up even more demerits and more work. Some of the girls were demerit magnets who seemed like they were always working.

It took me ninety-two seconds to reach my pick up on the third floor of the north wing but since my deadline was ninety seconds that meant I earned a demerit, my fifth of the day so far. I could often made it through an entire day without a demerit but, like I said, Fridays were the worst since it seemed like every other run had a nonstandard deadline.

"You have a delivery for me sir?" I asked. I was standing next to the workstation of a software engineer for the game Demon Slayer 3, another of DDE's major titles. It was a dark fantasy RPG that featured lots of violence, sex, and nudity and was the company's second largest franchise behind the Gangsta series. A film based on the game had recently been released and had done well enough at the box office that a sequel was now in the works. DDE also produced a popular series of graphic novels based on the series that expanded on the Demon Slayer universe.

The guy turned from his monitor, took a quick look at me, then averted his eyes. From my experience on the job guys either stared openly at my tits and pussy, tried not to be obvious about sneaking looks at my tits and pussy, or acted as if looking at me in anything other than brief glances would strike them blind like looking too long at an eclipse of the sun. Over time as they got more accustomed to interacting with nude mailgirls most of the male employees had become less and less shy about ogling us, but this guy remained one of the bashful ones.

"I, um, have a delivery for you to take to the tower. Right there," he said pointing to a packet on the edge of the desk without lifting his gaze from the floor.

"Yes sir," I replied as I lifted the packet. The Mailgirls app was available on both their cellphones and work PCs so this guy turned to his work computer to enter the delivery address.

"You're very beautiful you know," the guy said shyly as he clicked the "Finalize" button and my MMU vibrated and flashed with the delivery destination and deadline.

"Thank you, sir," I responded. I always found the bashful ones to be kind of sweet but since this was a Premium Rush order I had no time to delay. I turned and began jogging across the crowded floor as quickly as I could without risking running into someone. My delivery address was on the eighth floor of the tower and I only had four minutes to get there from the distant end of the north wing. I had to slow down several times and take detours around and through busy workstations. The employees had been told that it was our job to avoid them so few ever made any effort to get out of our way.

I exited the Demon Slayer room into a corridor that led past more offices and cubicles until I finally reached the door that led into the tower. I had less than two minutes to reach my destination. I scurried past even more workers and desks to reach the stairwell, then climbed as quickly as I could to the eighth floor. As I entered the door I glanced at my MMU and saw I had about twenty seconds left. Just enough time to make it if all went well. All did not go well. I found my path blocked by four executives - three men and a woman dressed in business attire - standing in the middle of the corridor talking to each other. They glanced at me as I approached but made no effort to move out of the way. There was no way past them without making contact and I wasn't allowed to ask them to move. I was just a lowly mailgirl and it wasn't my place.

I stood there unable to proceed until one of the men finally took some mercy and stepped forward enough to allow me space to slide past. The men snickered and the woman laughed as I placed my back to the wall and carefully edged past them. "Nice uniform, Nine," one of the men said as I finally got by them and started running.

My MMU flashed red as I entered my destination office. I was thirty-two seconds late. That would mean four more demerits. Shit! To make matters worse I was in the office of Janice Bergen, one of the Gaming Department VPs. I knew her well from my days working in the tower. She was notoriously hard on mailgirls.

Ms. Bergen and another man I recognized who also worked on the floor were seated in the office and talking. They both glanced at me as I entered then continued their conversation. I had no choice but to stand there and wait for them to finish.

About five minutes later they finally wrapped up their conversation and the man gave me a once over as he exited the office. Janice Bergen got to her feet and walked over to me. "I have a delivery for you ma'am," I said to her.

"No shit," she said sarcastically as she took the packet from me. She glanced at my MMU. "You were late."

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry." It was pointless to tell her why I was late since mailgirls weren't allowed to make excuses for tardiness. If you were late you were late. It also wouldn't do me any good to point out that being late had been irrelevant since it had taken her five minutes to accept the delivery anyway. That would only get me into more trouble.

"You're also sweating," she said. I had a light sheen of perspiration on my body. It was nothing unusual, especially for a Friday afternoon, but I knew where this was heading.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

She placed the packet on her desk. "Follow me," she ordered.

I followed her out the door of the office and she led me to a point on the floor where I would get maximum exposure to the most people. "We're going to do an inspection. Assume the position."

I sighed inwardly as I placed my hands behind my head, spread my feet to shoulder width and lifted up on my toes. Around me I could see people turning to watch. Inspections were one of the most humiliating aspects of my job and my arousal level began to climb as it always did in these situations. Ms. Bergen began to slowly circle around me, looking me over from head to toe. Maintaining this position was physically uncomfortable which is why I'm sure she took her sweet time about it.

"Unsatisfactory," she said finally, a result I knew was inevitable. "I'm going to send you back to the locker room to shower and reapply your makeup."

"Yes ma'am." Ms. Bergen punched her smart phone a few times and my MMU lit up. I had tewnty-two minutes to do all of that and return back for re-inspection. It was a ridiculously short amount of time and I turned and began to run.

I entered the Mailgirls locker room on the fifth floor of the north wing and walked quickly to my locker to grab my shower supplies. I wouldn't have time to wash and dry my hair so I tied my hair up to keep it from getting wet and then stepped into the shower. As I soaped my body I glanced at the mirror aware there was almost certainly an audience on the other side watching me. I was careful not to rub the numbers inked on my body too hard since faded numbers could lead to more demerits. I finished up as quickly as I could, toweled off, then grabbed my makeup kit. I hurriedly reapplied my makeup in front of the two way mirror with who knows how many people watching me on the other side with a closeup up view of the upper half of my nude body.

My MMU flashed green as I re-entered Janice Bergen's office a few minutes later. I'd made it back with seconds to spare and I could see a faint trace of disappointment on her face. "Follow me," she said as she led me back out to the same spot for a re-inspection.

Once again she circled me slowly as others watched. "I see a faint amount of perspiration still," she said finally as she finished up.

No shit, I wanted to shout at her. I had to run back here to make it in time. "I'm sorry ma'am," was all I could say.

She glanced at my MMU again. "I see you have nine demerits for the day. I'm going to add eleven more." Just enough to make sure I had to work an additional two hours. Bitch!

"Thank you ma'am."

I was released from her service and almost immediately my MMU came to life. I had a Premium Rush pickup order on the fourth floor of the tower and just ninety seconds to get there. I turned and began to run.

My afternoon continued to be busy with an abnormal number of non-standard delivery deadlines to meet and only the occasional break to rest. Thankfully I'd managed to avoid any more demerits and things were just starting to slow down when I got the message to report to the ninth floor of the tower.

I was being summoned to Barbara's office.