Marjorie Jackson was going up the stairs and found Lauryn Mark going down. "Hey," she called ahead to the other mailgirl, stopping Lauryn who was now on the landing facing her. "I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay," Jackson began, causing Lauryn to stop.
"Sure," Lauryn answered after a moment, avoiding eye contact.
Jackson looked unconvinced as she regarded the other naked woman now they were close. "Yesterday in the meeting in Mitch's office. You didn't seem yourself."
"Nah, everything's okay," Lauryn responded which did not change Jackson's concern about her.
"The visit?" Jackson asked.
"Well, I'll be happier when the camera crew have been and gone."
"But you know we can keep out of their way while they are here.
Lauryn looked troubled. "You know they are going to want mailgirl footage, that's what they will be here for. Keeping out of the way is not going to be that simple."
"Hopefully it will happen and blow over." Jackson sighed loudly. "Lauryn, you're the closest friend I have here. You're the only one I want to do this with." She reached for Lauryn's upper thigh, gently stroked it, and to her relief Lauryn did not back away. In fact she looked to Jackson a little pleadingly but she did not appear to mind when Jackson reached between her legs, ran a finger gently between her lips.
Lauryn gave Jackson a half-smile. "That's nice," she conceded. "But I have Fanny waiting for me. She wants to interrogate me further about my holiday. So later?"
Jackson nodded and let the other mailgirl continue on her way. She watched Lauryn descend out of her sight admiring the sight of her from the back. Like Jackson she had slender hips and a tight bottom which only slightly swelled to the sides. Nothing there to grip onto, Jackson smiled, as she considered that Lauryn was indeed the mailgirl she was closest to. Sure she had also known Fanny from before, but Fanny was usually in researcher mode; you always felt that she was collecting everything that you said or did near her as data for her research. Jackson could never quite relax around her. Was that unfair on Fanny? She would have to ask Lauryn about her interview. The short encounter with Lauryn had left Jackson with an empty feeling, unsettled. She needed to resolve things there. She licked her fingers that still tasted of Lauryn and then found her clit.
*
"Ah, here you are." Lindsay Davenport had walked around an unpainted partition on the 11th floor to find her new manager Stuart Broad busy at his desk. "The place is pretty much a building site," she noted, looking around. Stuart grunted his acknowledgement of that in a way that suggested he was busy and she may be the boss, but she was wasting his time with the small talk. She looked over to confirm that the tradies setting up the rest of the office were out of hearing range. She got to the point. Her demeanour made that clear. "Stuart, I think you need to tone it down if we are going to get anywhere with these people." She hoped for some solidarity between the two of them, Americans, sent over to sort out the Australian office.
Stuart looked up to his boss with a scowl at being interrupted. "Are you getting soft, Davenport?" he sneered. "You and I know what these people need."
Was that true, Lindsay wondered to herself. Was she really like him? But she kept that private. "You don't much like the mailgirls," she pointed out. "And they're not happy with you."
That took Stuart by surprise. "Why should I?" he recoiled.
Lindsay smiled. "Consider the situation. You are here and your family has yet to come over and join you. And we have a number of naked young women to stare at," she suggested.
"I choose not to look," Stuart muttered.
"Oh really?" Lindsay smiled, "Not even for a moment?" She typed casually at her phone as she studied the man sitting in front of her.
"I won't let anything threaten my marriage," Stuart firmly asserted.
"So not even a hint of a thought," Lindsay prodded.
"You wouldn't understand," Stuart retorted.
"Because I'm a woman?"
"Because you're not married."
At that moment Annette Kellerman, athletic and of course naked, came around the partition. "Oh there you are," she declared and strode over to Stuart's desk. She put one hand on the desk, so somehow she was between Lindsay and Stuart. "You have a message?" she asked Lindsay. Stuart made to look back down at his work.
"Stuart asked me to call a mailgirl," Lindsay told her with a glint.
"Problem with the app?" Annette mused. She leant over Stuart to have a look. "Show me," she suggested as the man tried to squirm back as her pert breasts dangled close to his face when she leant further forward to try to help. Totally unselfconsciously. Her face close to his. Annette picked up Stuart's mobile, brought up the app and typed and scrolled for a few moments. "You've used up all your guest requests," she told him. "You need to do the course," she added plainly as she stood there invitingly. She adjusted her stance, legs astride as if she needed to better balance herself.
"The fucking mailgirl course," Stuart seethed.
"No, the respecting mailgirl course," Annette corrected him softly as if he had made an accidental error.
Lindsay smirked as the self-described family man looked up in anger to find that he was staring at a naked young woman whose breasts and pussy were clearly visible, the mailgirl acting completely unconcerned at any effect that she may have had on her viewer. She had him. He was too distracted to speak. Until he looked away from Annette at Lindsay and then away from Lindsay and into blank space. He silently counted to three. "You should be on your knees waiting for my message," he ordered, trying to assert himself.
Annette did not flinch and did not move. "I think you really need to do the course," she replied softly.
Lindsay bit her lip.
