For readers who recall the ending of Part 2, this part dives straight in from there.
New readers will find that Down Under, we have turned a lot of regular mailgirl tropes on their heads. Under our local labour laws, the company cannot do a lot of things here that they can do to mailgirls in the north. The local manager, Mitch Johnson, had to negotiate mailgirl conditions with a trade unionist who likes to be known by her surname Jackson. Then Jackson became a mailgirl at Harada Industries in Australia out of curiosity and a sense of obligation to the other mailgirls. At the end of Part 2 the owner of the business, Mr Harada, on a visit from head office in Japan found to his shock that he recognised Kimiko, one of the Australian mailgirls.
Mitch looked up from his work awakened by a knock on his door. It was Jackson, so of course he waved her in. Jackson swanned into the room seductively. She licked her lower lip as she approached Mitch who tried to look unaffected by her performance. Jackson tilted her head back as if in ecstacy as she squeezed a nipple then ran her hand down to her crotch. She made eye contact with Mitch as she fingered her clit for a moment. Then she stopped and smiled.
"Oh yeah, I have a message for you," she smiled, "now what was it?" She placed her hands behind her head and outstretched one knee. She held that pose with her legs spread for a moment. "You know that you can just give in," she smiled at Mitch salaciously. Mitch shook his head with a wry composure.
"Do you know anything about Kimiko?" he asked her.
Jackson shook her head. "I asked her, but she said nothing." She gave up on the posing and sat down in the seat facing the office boss, across his desk from him.
"Do you have any ideas?" Mitch saw Jackson as much as an ally in the office as a determined object of his desire. She shook her head at that too. "Anything else of interest?" he tried.
"Oh yeah, the message," Jackson recalled. "Shane told me he wants you to come to his office," she reported. "He says it's urgent," she added with a smirk.
"What's he up to now?" Mitch assumed that Jackson knew everything that mattered in the office.
Jackson smiled. "I guess you'll just have to see."
Mitch sighed and organised himself to go up to the tenth floor to find what his deputy wanted.
***
While most of the department got on with their work concentrating on their screens, Lauryn Marks swivelled around in the office chair that was once hers, sitting at her old desk from her pre-mailgirls days in Harada Industries' Business Analytics department. She was of course naked, as she was one of the six mailgirls employed in Harada Industries' Melbourne office. She smiled knowingly at the man sitting at the workstation next to her. "Your office politics and carry-ons take on a whole new perspective ever since I started to dress like this," she announced, gesturing how her bare body was on display to him. "Was I doing all that, the gossip, the intrigues, back in my fabric days?"
Michael slouched back in his chair as usual and gave Lauryn an incongruous serious look. "Do you miss your old desk?" he asked. It was unoccupied, exactly as it was when she had cleared it before starting on her new role.
Lauryn smiled at her familiar colleague. "You mean do I miss the days when I came to work each day, sat here, and kept my clothes on?" She let that issue hang and instead wheeled her chair over right up close to Michael and reached over to adjust his tie. "The way you tie your tie has been bugging me for years," she laughed. Michael seemed a little nervous with his naked co-worker so close to him. She seemed not to notice as she attempted to improve his neckwear. After trying to fix it, she gave up, loosened it and pulled it off Michael's neck, unravelled it and inching closer to her clothed colleague, she expertly retied it. "There," she announced as her breasts jiggled, so close to his face but unabashed by her display, "done."
Michael felt the newly corrected tie around his neck and acknoledged that it was now more comfortable. "How did you know how to do that?" he asked, trying to concentrate on her face.
Lauryn shrugged as she skidded her chair back to her old desk. "I went to that sort of school. So I got good at getting it right every day. It's a habit. They said it would help me with my career." She lifted her breasts, playing with the undersides. "But I'm not sure they had this role in mind. All I have to get right each day is this." Lauryn spread her legs to show how smoothly she was shaved bare of any pubic hair. She winked at Michael. "Did you ever want to see me like this?"
Michael unashamedly stared as he absorbed the whole picture, his former colleague sitting back where she used to be but nude and showing herself off. "Well, I wouldn't have passed up the chance," he admitted boldly.
Lauryn got up out of her old seat and stepped over to face Michael, sitting on the corner of his desk, so close to him although knowing that he would not dare to touch her, in line with the office rules. She spread her legs wide as she reclined back on the desk. The mailgirls had decided that this pose was a suitable level of provocation and broadly in line with their role to inspire the other staff. Leaning back on their summoners' desks hands behind them on the desk for support, legs spread and breasts thrust up. As they had agreed amongst themselves, wasn't that what the management wanted? Were they not there to stimulate the other workers to be better employees? Lauryn smiled down at Michael who appeared not to be too fussed by her pose, so she sat back up and closed her legs.
Michael shrugged at his former close colleague like he was now used to her working naked in the office. "What's up with Kimiko and Mr Harada?" he asked her. That encounter had naturally been news right through the office. Everyone knew that Mr Harada had recognised her, said her name and asked her what she was doing.
Lauryn shrugged at that. "I wish I knew," she admitted. "She's not talking about it."
***
Annette Kellerman eased past Mitch as he entered Shane's office. "Everything all right?" he asked her since the lithe red-haired mailgirl looked a little dishevelled and seemed intent on avoiding eye contact with him.
"Yeah, sure," she mumbled looking away from him to the side, in a way that indicated she was not going to tell him if anything was wrong.
"There is always the tribunal if you need it," Mitch suggested. He looked over to Shane who, relaxed behind his desk, seemed as unruffled as ever.
"Don't forget that message for Belinda," Shane called to her. She turned around, just outside the door to Shane's office and nodded, apparently happy to look Shane in the eye from a distance. The mailgirl then set off on her task, winding past the IT staff's desks. Mitch was sure that they were ogling her while pretending that they weren't interested.
Shane smiled after her as she disappeared. "In the US or Japan she would be getting demerits and punishment for being in the office with her hair mussed up like that," he laughed. "Here, the issue is whether she'll get incentive points for getting the message down to HR within the target time."
Mitch shook his head. "You wanted to talk about?" he asked Shane as he sat down opposite him.
Shane said one word. "Kimiko."
"Yes?" Shane had his attention.
