Mailgirls Down Under

First time readers: The Melbourne office of Harada Industries was required to follow their Japanese and American branches and introduce mailgirls. Due to Australian labour laws, well, here the mailgirls get very good pay and conditions, unlike those overseas. And management do not like it.

For those after some background or a refresher on recent events, mailgirl Marjorie Jackson has had an unrequited crush on her former office boss, Mitchell Johnson since just about the beginning. Mitch has stayed resolutely faithful to his wife Jessica. But he has been demoted to Special Projects. At least he was faithful right until the end of Part 12, when another mailgirl, Kimiko Date, suddenly overwhelmed him in the office. The two of them are going back to her place. But first...

Jackson sped up the stairs to the sixth floor and opened the door onto that floor to collect her message. Feeling a bit naughty since she would soon be finished for the week, the naked mailgirl slowed down as she passed in front of the lifts on the off chance someone from outside would get out there since that was management's level, and they were always getting visitors. No such luck for Jackson this time, none of the lifts pinged. She was about to go behind the partition to enter the management suite when another mailgirl came out into the foyer.

Lauryn Marks, thin and lithe like Jackson, bustled towards her, her body well toned from the sheer physical requirements of the job. Unusually, she looked tense.

"Everything okay?" Jackson asked her.

"Just delivered a message to Lindsay." Lauryn frowned. Dealing with Lindsay Davenport, Melbourne's new office manager was stressful for the mailgirls, given Lindsay's overt disdain for them. As boss, she found new ways to interfere with the previously smooth running of the mailgirl program on an almost weekly basis. But that was only part of it. Lauryn reached out to gently touch Jackson's arm. "And there's something else..." she started.

"Yes?" Jackson reached back, taking Lauryn's hand in hers, lightly gripped the other naked mailgirl. Concerned, she looked into Lauryn's eyes.

"Can you meet me for a drink after work? Something I need to tell you," Lauryn asked, breaking Jackson's gaze.

"Of course." Jackson did not hesitate even for an instant.

Lauryn brightened up a little, pecked her friend on the cheek and gently squeezed her bare hip. She then strode past the lifts to take the stairs back down to the mezzanine. Jackson stood there for a moment, admiring her friend's thin hips and taut butt before she started the other way to find out what Lindsay wanted of her. Then she stopped for a moment. 'What am I becoming,' the naked mailgirl wondered, 'now wanting to show myself off to strangers?' Admitting it was a buzz, she considered a visit to the dildo station on the seventh floor, just one flight above. But first she had to deal with Lindsay.

*

Kimiko Date stretched out in the passenger seat of Mitchell Johnson's car, then turned towards Mitch, pressing her feet gently against his while he drove. He turned and smiled at her.

"Do you remember me with clothes on?" she teased. She toyed with the hem of her skirt. Yes, she had dressed before they left the office. The rules. Mailgirls were only naked in the office, during working hours.

Mitch smiled at his passenger. "No, not really. I didn't have much to do with you when you were in the finance team."

"That's a shame. I noticed you. But then you were the boss of the whole office." She looked outside. "Take this left here," she instructed. "And there's parking under the complex, so you can be discreet."

Mitch frowned for a moment. Why had he not even thought of being discreet? He was floating on air, genuinely swept away once it became clear what was going to happen between him and the most outrageous of the mailgirls. Concentrate, he ordered himself, you are driving in traffic. Not far to go now.

Once inside Kimiko's apartment, with the door closed they made it to the living room before they urgently took up where they had stopped in the office, suddenly they were again passionately kissing each, reaching around shoulders, arms, sides with their hands in a series of urgent embraces.

Kimiko eased Mitch's arms off her. He looked into her face to see why and she looked assertively straight back at him. "You're not fetishising the hot Asian chick are you?" she enquired.

Mitch tried to give her the sort of smile that he knew Shane Crawford, the devil-may-care Office Number Two, would radiate in such a situation. "Well, you are certainly hot, sure," he noted and thought for a moment. "But if I'm fetishising anything about you, it's what you have been doing in the office since you became a mailgirl." Kimiko smiled at how seriously Mitch was trying to justify what he was about to do with her.

Mitch recalled Kimiko's highlights in the office. There were too many incidents. The time she loudly wanked herself during the whole of office meeting. And lately letting Mrs Ogawa bind and suspend her from the ceiling, just for two instances. And here they were, alone. He tried to pretend not, but he almost felt entitled. After all he had fought the temptation of the mailgirls until now. And where had it got him? "It's not a fetish thing," Mitch insisted.

Kimiko nodded, pretending that it really mattered to her. "Well, that's good." Then she gave him a sly look. "Of course you're allowed to fetishise me. I like that."

Mitch smiled, relieved. "You like the attention."

Kimiko put her arms back around the taller man. "Of course I do." They kissed again, a long smooch with real passion, once again gripping each other's body beginning to discover what each of them wanted.

Again though Kimiko stepped back from Mitch. "I want you," she breathed, "but I want to do this properly." She stepped further away. "Give me a moment," she promised. Mitch nodded as she disappeared from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom getting ready," she called out after a short while.

"Okay," Mitch responded, prepared for anything since it was Kimiko. And thinking of her antics in the office, he got very turned on.

After another moment, Kimiko called out "Almost ready!" Then she added "Take off your clothes and come in."

Mitch shrugged. The cost of wanting to have Kimiko. He took off his clothes, carefully folded them on Kimiko's sofa. "Where are you?" he called out once he was naked. He followed her voice, her calls of 'here' until he stood outside her closed bedroom door. "I'm here," he warned."

"And I'm here," Kimiko laughed. Mitch opened the door. The light was on. He could see her and she could see him. "Nice," she observed. Mitch stepped towards Kimiko who sat in the middle of a king-size bed, aware that he was completely naked, hiding nothing. She happily noted that he had kept himself in shape and also that he was very erect.

In contrast Kimiko looked like something from out of Jane Austen in a low cut gown that showed a fair amount of cleavage but also spread down to her feet. Her decolletage clearly revealed that there were at least 2 layers of clothing beneath. Mitch looked at her, bemused.

Kimiko read Mitch's look. "Yes," she exclaimed, "I am dressed and you are the naked one!" Mitch nodded gentle agreement since that was pretty obvious. He stood and stared at her, wondering what she expected. "Isn't it hot?" Kimiko continued, an enticing look on her face. Then she explained. Mitch had to find his way to her pussy through the clothes, get her wet and then fuck her with all her clothes on. "It's Jane Austen but X-rated, all that lace and bodices but in this version we go all the way," Kimiko challenged, confirming Mitch's expectations.

With that invitation, Mitch settled on the bed next to object of his attention. Trying to play the Regency card, he reached for Kimiko's hand and raising it to his lips, gently kissed it, calling her 'my lady' then grinning along with Kimiko at the absurdity of him wooing her like that whilst naked and erect.

Sidling close to Kimiko, Mitch ran his hand down her body, along her skirts from her thigh, down her leg, to her foot and her toes which in the manner of those times were hidden from his view under her sumptuous skirts. Mitch lifted the gown a little revealing one unclothed foot. "Your ankle is bare," Mitch gasped in mock horror. Kimiko laughed, so Mitch reached further to try to make sense of the outfit she had on. He found her leg was bare for a distance under her petticoats. He reached further up then struck more material. "A third layer?" Mitch smiled, "what's that one called?"

Kimiko leaned close to him to whisper in his ear. "I have no idea."

But it was only a short step further up for Mitch's hand to reach Kimiko's bare inner thigh. He ventured further, his fingers now between her thighs, then easily through her open drawers, finding no resistance. "You're already wet!" Mitch exclaimed. His next task was redundant.

Kimiko gently licked Mitch's neck. "Of course I'm wet," she breathed into his ear. And with that she pushed Mitch onto his back on the bed then hefted her skirts so that she could settle herself onto Mitch, embedding him in her. And like that, they were fucking, with Kimiko's skirts spread around where they were secretly joined.

For a moment, Mitch felt some doubt. 'What am I doing here,' he wondered. But that soon passed with the warmth of their bodies pressed together. As Mitch thrust into Kimiko, he felt that he was in some sort of heaven. Looking up at Kimiko, he got the idea that she was too. Perfectly united they continued, Mitch reaching all her right spots, both of them finding easily how to please the other. Kimiko tensed as she got close, crying out "Yes, yes!!" as Mitch enjoyed Kimiko's loud orgasm. Shortly after Mitch came too.

They lay next to each other on her bed gently caressing the other, holding each other's satisfied gaze. Eventually Mitch spoke up. "That was..." he started. "And now..." he wondered.

Kimiko looked carefully at her lover. And realised that he needed reassurance. "Mitch, you've seen me since I started as a mailgirl. You can see that I am my own person. I get what I want. And this is great. But don't worry, I'm not going to make any demands of you. That's just not me." Mitch nodded.

They lay there for a few more moments. Mitch looked at his watch. "I have to go."

Kimiko turned to him with a controlling smile. "Not yet," she announced.

Mitch shook his head solemnly. "No, I really have to go," he told her.

Kimiko bent over and took his limp cock in her mouth. She sucked him, up and down a few times. He started to rise. Kimiko looked up at him. "And now?" she asked slyly.

Mitch exhaled, gave in to the inevitable. "Well, in a few moments," he conceded. Not fighting at all against the resumption of their tryst,

*

Lauryn and Jackson sat across from each other toying with their forks at the large pasta dishes in front of them.

"Here we are with clothes on," Lauryn noted.

Jackson smiled. "I know it's been great catching up on everything here, just the two of us, away from the office. But you've avoided telling me what you wanted to speak about." They had their connection -- Jackson could chide Lauryn like that without causing offence.

Lauryn looked down, as if concentrating only on her food. Knowing that the time had come, she would have to say it. "I've quit."

"Lauryn!" Jackson cried out, with real concern.

They stared, silent for a moment. Finally Lauryn relaxed a little and looked up at her friend. "It's all good," she insisted, "I've got a similar role -- to what I used to do..."

"How? Why?" Jackson exclaimed, although there seemed to be pretty evident answers to both of those questions.

Lauryn gave Jackson a shy smile. "Mitch gave me a good reference signed as Manager of Special Projects. He mentioned my project work on the $4 billion recycling scheme. Which was nice of him, given the history of that."

"Yes, they ignored the work you did on that when you had your clothes on," Jackson remembered. "And took it seriously when you were a mailgirl." Jackson smiled, realising that it was good. "And the new company?" she asked.

"Doesn't come into it. They don't have to know everything I have been doing."

"And they won't," Jackson agreed.

"My passion is BA work." Lauryn smirked at the incongruity of that given her time as a mailgirl.

"Okay," Jackson replied cautiously.

Lauryn sensed her concern "Come on, your passion is employment regulations."

Jackson ignored that. "I'll miss you."

Lauryn nodded. "Me too."

Jackson had to smile. "What else will you miss?"

They both smirked. Were they both thinking about the free orgasms in the office?

Lauryn looked straight at Jackson, an odd look on her face. "Will you take me home?" she asked. Jackson stared at her, startled. "For old times' sake?" Lauryn pleaded.

Jackson smiled, reaching across the table to take her friend's hand in hers. "Well, in that case..."

*

Finally alone, Mitch drove home from Kimiko's. He looked over at the empty seat where the mailgirl he had just fucked had sat while he had driven her from the office to their assignation. He felt strange about finally crossing that barrier. Especially given all the demands that the mailgirls had made of him, particularly since he had ceased to run the office. He thought of the times he had wanked Jackson for her pleasure with, he silently noted, no reward for him. Nothing from any of them. Until now.

Mitch thought of Mr Harada's demands -- well, the company owner had virtually demanded that Mitch sleep with the mailgirls. Which was one reason why he had held back. Why should he do a thing that he did not want to do, something of that enormity just to please his boss? And now that he had finally succumbed, what had he done? He knew what he had done. He had fucked the owner's grand-daughter.

He thought of his wife as he drove back to her. And how he was content, more than content with Jessica. She was all that he wanted. Was. Until Kimiko looked at him in that way when they were suddenly alone. And like that, just one look and all his defences, all the reasons not to, had vanished. So that fucking Kimiko on her bed like that was an absolutely sensible thing to do.

Mitch turned onto his street. And a certain trepidation crept up on him. He slowed the car as he rationalised it. Was what he had just done with Kimiko that much different from having his fingers and tongue inside Jackson? And what he had down with the others? He remembered Shane's insouciance when Mitch had caught him fucking Heather. Well, if Shane could manage it...

Mitch stepped inside his house. All was silent. And dark. He went to their bedroom. There was a note on the wardrobe door: 'Girls are out. Games room,' was all it said.

Mitch now felt worried as he stripped, knowing Jessica expected that of him. He eased down the hall towards their playroom at the back of the silent house. Before he opened the door he noticed a dim light was on in there. When he opened the door the crisp opening of Prokofiev's Dance of the Knights warned him that Jessica was in wait and that he was in for some attention. That tune was one of their signals. His wife stood in the semi-dark in her black thigh boots and what seemed like a bondage black bikini. She meant business.

"Where have you been?" Jessica asked sharply.

Mitch took a step into the room. "Mailgirl duties," he told her, not inaccurately.

"Mailgirl duties," Jessica sneered back. She did not need to tell her husband what time it was. And that mailgirl duties finished at five o'clock. They both knew that. Whatever his mailgirl duties may be now, since he no longer ran the office. They both knew that she had good reason to sneer. And after those two words, she stayed silent.

Clearly the next move was up to Mitch. He stammered out an explanation. "I've been giving the mailgirls support. They're under attack from Lindsay. And they come to me, sort of as a safe haven and for advice..."

"Safety and advice," Jessica mocked. "Which ones?"

"All of them... Jackson, Annette, Pam, Kimiko..."

"And what services do you offer them?"

"I talk to them... Kimiko came up to see me, needing some comfort..."

"And you gave her comfort?" Mitch looked down at the floor. Jessica leapt on that. She realised. "Not Jackson then? I always assumed it would be her. I thought she was your favourite?" Her wide-eyed stare drew a silent admission from her husband. "Your fickle affections have shifted," she sniffed, "and you couldn't help but be a shoulder for a naked girl to lean on." Mitch chose to say nothing. "Let's consider what to do with you. Since you have been a bad mailboy," Jessica continued.

Mitch felt the urge to try to find out directly how upset Jessica was. It was hard for him to tell, was she treating it as a joke? Before now in their games they had taunted each other about the prospect. But then it was a game. This was real. And Jessica held all the cards.

"On your knees mailboy!" Jessica suddenly ordered, breaking into Mitch's anxious thoughts. In his role as naked mailboy he obeyed, coming right up close to where his wife stood and then kneeling in that mailboy position, with his back straight which meant that his cock stuck out prominently in front of him. He was so hard, even after what Kimiko had put him through. Jessica reached down with a gloved hand to physically confirm that Mitch was in fact turned on. "What is going on with this?" she sneered, holding his cock disdainfully. "Haven't you already done enough with this already today?"

"Uhh," started Mitch before deciding that it may not be a good idea to say anything.

Of course Jessica was not going to let go either of her husband's cock which she still held between two gloved fingers, nor of the issue of what he had been doing with it earlier in the evening. "Are you getting turned on thinking that you can have your way with one of your mailgirls and then come home to your steamy and horny wife and repeat your performance with her?" Mitch held his tongue. So Jessica continued. "I think you are. I think you think that you can do whatever you want to whoever you want and then come home and everything will be all right."

Jessica grabbed her man by the back of his head forcing his face into her crotch. To his relief he found that she was already very wet as he worked into her slit with his tongue. Not that he had much choice in that matter. Jessica continued her banter. "So you finally succumbed? And it wasn't even to your talisman Jackson. Imagine her alone at home all by herself now after a day of trying to please you, again failing to get you to finally take her. All those meetings with you, her there naked and willing and you all buttoned up..."

"Um..." grunted Mitch into his wife's throbbing pussy. She was getting off on the trash talking. And she was not yet finished. "So the first time this other mailgirl flutters her eyelashes and throws her naked body at you, you forget about your wife... forget about your loyal mailgirl..." For some reason that was too much. It pushed Jessica over the edge. She let out a huge moan, pushing herself into Mitch's tongue as he kept up his work.

As her orgasm subsided, Mitch reached for his cock. But Jessica reacted straight away. "There'll be none of that for you," she snapped pulling his hand away from what he was going to do about his erection. "There is going to be some evening up of the score before that is allowed," she threatened. Mitch squatted there, erect but unstimulated as Jessica stood a step back to consider what to do next.

She decided to do nothing. Rather she would wait to see what Mitch would attempt. They were silent for a while.

"So..." Mitch started, breaking their silence.