Mailgirls Down Under Pt 15

For those needing some background or a refresher, Harada Industries is Australia's only company using mailgirls. The former Australian boss, Mitchell Johnson, invited the deputy head, Shane Crawford and his wife Holly over for dinner. But before dinner, one of Mitch's twin daughters gave Shane a headjob in her room.

Cara sat on Emily's bed shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't... I don't believe that you were just blowing Uncle Shane."

Emily smiled. "A bit of a laugh. And the parents were entertaining Aunt Holly while we were in here. I think that ticks off a few of my fantasies." She was pretty chilled. She mimed her sucking face. The twins broke into laughter.

Their giggles were silenced by a knock at the door. Their mother Jessica called out whether she could come in. Both girls called back Yes, so she opened it. "Good to see you're not in bed," their mother drily observed.

"No, you can see that we're just about ready," Cara stated gesturing that they were indeed dressed and presentable. In fact, a little too presentable. They both wore little black numbers that showed off a lot of leg.

"Are you two planning to go out?" Jessica asked. They were clearly overdressed for a home dinner.

"What, and leave you four to discuss serious adult things?" Emily taunted back. "The thought never entered our heads!"

"Except that is exactly what we are going to do," Cara confirmed.

Jessica shook her head at her daughters. "Dinner's almost served. You can eat first. And don't say you're not hungry. I don't want to hear that you've already been snacking. And you've got Uni tomorrow."

Cara smirked at her mother. "I haven't eaten anything." She looked over at Emily. "But I'm not going to answer for her. What she might have been eating."

Jessica tried to be motherly with Emily. "You don't have to be like your sister, you know."

Cara challenged Emily. "If you've already eaten you can say." Not getting an answer, she looked to Jessica. "I can only imagine what she might have put in her mouth," she flatly related. While enjoying Emily just managing to keep a straight face. But they followed Jessica out of Emily's bedroom. Sure that their mother could not see, Emily punched Cara on the arm. But all she got back was a wide smile.

"Go and be nice to your dad and to Shane," Jessica suggested offhandedly to the twins as she veered towards the kitchen. Cara punched Emily back as both of them tried not to crack up. What your parents don't know...

"So did you do anything to the reporter?" Mitch asked Shane as the twins joined them in the dining room.

Cara had clearly heard her father. "What's this about? What did you do to the reporter?" she asked Shane, getting embarrassed looks from both the men. "And where's Aunty Holly?" she noted.

That lowered the temperature. "She's looking after the dinner while Jessica was chasing you two. I thought you had gone out," Shane deflected avoiding Emily by looking to Mitch.

"And the reporter?" Emily insisted. She went over to shake Shane's arm like she really needed to know. Mitch gave Shane a look that suggested he was on his own. Shane kept his gaze on Mitch, trying not to look at Emily who was now stroking his arm.

Shane ignored Emily, just shrugged. "She came back." They all looked at him. "The current affairs segment," he explained. "I'm assuming you watched the current affairs piece on our mailgirls." Having regained some control he looked at each of the twins. Both nodded, of course they had. "Well," Shane revealed, "she came back and played at being a mailgirl for a day."

Emily looked hard at Shane. "That sucks!" she exclaimed. But at that moment Jessica and Holly came in with entrees, saving Shane from further excruciation. Fortunately for him, dinner progressed at a civilised level, with the twins taking turns to tease Shane about now being Mitch's boss instead of the other was around. Mailgirls were not mentioned.

"Do you want to be the head in the office," Emily asked Shane slyly, emphasising the word 'head' of course. Shane of course denied any ambition there.

Before they had quite finished their mains, Cara put down her fork and looked across the table at Emily. "Our Uber is here." She looked over to her mother who seemed resigned to it. At least they had presented as a normal family for some while. Despite Mitch's admission to them about his office affair with mailgirl Kimiko Date. Jessica had decided on appearing that all was fine, and the twins leaving before the end of the meal played to that. Cara looked to their guests as she and Emily stood up, adjusting their dresses down since they had ridden up a little. "See you Uncle Shane, Aunty Holly," the twins intoned.

Shane looked hard back at them. "You have a better offer than dinner with us old folk?" he replied amicably.

Emily smiled at him. "I've eaten enough. Not that hungry now." She held that smile while Shane tried to keep a straight face.

In the backseat of the Uber, Cara shook her head at her sister. "I can't believe you did that," she marvelled.

Emily gave her a wide-eyed look. "I can't believe you filmed it. Anyway, it was fun. A man in my bedroom. The chance of getting caught. Let me tell you it was a turn on. I'll bet you wanted to."

Cara shook her head. "I don't think so. Old man."

Emily smiled. "He's not that old. And he's still got it." She licked her lips.

"And what about Aunty Holly?" Cara retorted.

Emily held her innocent smile. "Well, there was no resistance. Uncle Shane sure didn't hesitate or hold back. Almost like he expected it. I'm going out on a limb here, I don't think it was the first time he did something like that. There's something about that man." She slouched on the seat and somewhat exposed, reached down between her legs.

Cara realised what her sister was doing. "You're not wearing pants!" Cara exclaimed. That was pretty evident. Emily played with her exposed slit, legs spread. "You were sitting at dinner..." Cara continued, realising. With a look of disbelief.

Emily looked over at her sister. "And I guess you are?" she challenged. Cara shuffled in her place and hiked her skirt enough to show that she was. Emily smiled as she kept fingering herself. "Take them off," she suggested.

"I'm glad we're going to Carringbush." Cara sighed as she complied. But she patted her dress back down. "Self restraint," she advised her sister.

"Never heard of that," Emily laughed back as she kept wanking herself. "I should check if you're wearing a bra." Fortunately her phone pinged. So she stopped to have a look. "Haha," she smiled, "it's Uncle Shane." Cara looked interested. "He's asking me if it's okay to sext me. I'll tell him no with an eggplant thingy." As she hit send.

Cara rolled her eyes. "That will do it."

Emily started at her phone. "Oh look, he did reply. 'I'm still wet down there thanks to you.' I wonder where he's texting from?"

"I can only guess he's got away from the others for a bit," Cara suggested.

"Just as likely to be still sitting at the table, I reckon. A reply." Emily thought for a moment. "I know. 'Is your vagina wet?' That ought to do it." Emily typed.

"Do what?" Cara asked.

Emily shook her head at her sister's naivety as she saw it. "Get a response, silly. And here it is. 'Is yours?' he asked. That's not very nice. 'Of course not. Sucking you off did not get me hard.' Confusing enough?" she asked her sister.

Cara shook her head. "Just as well we're here," she commented as the Uber stopped in the carpark of the massage parlour.

"I'm not judging," the Uber driver started.

Cara cut him off. "Then don't," she snapped and ended it right there as the sisters got out and went up to the front entrance.

Inside they were met by the typically stone-faced receptionist who told them that Destinee was busy. "Got someone else available, just as good," the receptionist drawled. Before the twins could complain a short busty woman appeared in reception from down the hall.

"I'm Prudence," she announced with a wink. Her full firm bust was on display through a sheer top. "Which of you is it?" she asked.

Emily took control. "Both of us. We wanted Destinee. She knows what we like."

Prudence smiled as she assessed their state. "I can probably work that out, you know." It was pretty obvious that they were both already halfway turned on.

Cara nodded at Emily then at Prudence, and they followed the short blonde down the hall and into her room. "Only one bed," Cara noted, critical.

"It is a double," Prudence replied. "There's a couch," she informed the clients as she lifted off her top and slipped out of her wraparound skirt. "Now, who's first?" Cara was not surprised that Emily already had her dress up over her head. She feigned surprise that the dress was all that Emily was wearing.

Cara sat back on the couch, remaining dressed as she watched Prudence lead Emily to the bed and position her on all fours as she went down on her. Emily was right into it straight away, as Prudence expected and Cara knew, having already got herself into a state on the way there. Cara though felt somewhat detached. But she was happy for the moment to just watch her twin enjoying herself. After a time, Prudence turned to Cara who was just reclining back where she sat, comfortable. Emily had curled up on the bed in a post cumming bliss.

"Your turn now?" she asked Cara as she got up and took a few steps towards her.

Cara sat thinking for a moment, staring at the attractive naked blonde. "No, I'm good," she decided. But, she was wondering, why don't I feel any need or desire. Why not? Something was up, she decided, and she was not sure what it was.

Emily looked up from the bed, bleary-eyed but aware. "That's all right," she breathed, "more for me." As she looked dreamily at Prudence who picked up her vibe and returned to the bed.

*

June Lockhart sat at her desk in the HR team concentrating on a document in front of her when Martin ambled in, humming along with whatever was coming through his headphones. He took them off and smiled at June. "Am I allowed to say that it's good to see you back in clothes again?" he tried, somewhere between light mockery and compassion.

June looked up and sort of nodded then went back to concentrating on what was in front of her. "Contract?" Martin asked her. She looked vaguely at him and nodded, as curtly as before. But this time she stared into space. Martin realised. "Oh, that contract," he confirmed as he sat down at his desk and he faced his HR colleague. "Have you decided yet?" he asked her.

June summoned the strength to talk to Martin directly about her situation. "It's the details in the contract. And then there's the reality of actually doing it. Actually choosing to leave this..." She gestured at the normality of their surroundings. "...and dropping my career to get paid for wandering naked around the office."

"The money?" Martin wondered.

June stared back. "The money doesn't really come into it. Well, it's a raise and it will be nice. But..."

"What have you got to lose?" Martin wondered.

June was slightly admonishing. "That's easy for you to say."

Martin did not dodge that. "True. But what is the real sticking point. Will you enjoy it?"

June thought on that for a moment. "Well the mailgirls seem to enjoy it."

Martin looked askance. Had she been paying attention, seen what they got up to? "I think they more than enjoy it."

June thought for another moment. They enjoyed it? Of course they enjoyed it. Snap. Suddenly she lifted her dress over her head, folded it, and placed it to the side on her desk. Just as efficiently she unsnapped her bra and slid her pants down her legs, placing them both on top of the dress. Naked, she went back to the contract, flipped over the page to read the next one. Martin wondered was that his doing? He decided that he better not say anything more. Fortunately he could think of nothing appropriate anyway. June smiled straight at her close colleague but it was the smile of a stranger. Evidently she was already casting off.

*

Belinda Clarke, the head of HR sat at the head of the boardroom table. "We seem to have quite a few here for this tribunal," she noted. "Let's go around the room, so you can explain why you're here. I'll start. As head of HR, I chair these sessions, according to the regulations. So I'll be making sure things run as they should." She looked to her left.

"I'm Stuart Broad. As Operations Manager, I'm keeping an eye on things from a management perspective. Let me just say that this doesn't happen in the States." A recent arrival from Harada's American office he was still out of place in Melbourne, and he knew it.

He looked to his left. The younger engineer smirked at him. Then he gave Belinda a serious look. "I'm Brian Taber, an engineer. I guess I'm the reason we are all here. Something I said to Lauryn." He glanced quickly at the mailgirl then looked away. "I'm here to find out why the mailgirls called for this tribunal, to understand why they are upset at me. And to see, I guess, what can be done in the future." He looked over to his left. "I've brought a friend along for support, like I was told the rules let me." He looked to Belinda again. "I like working here," he told her. Then he looked to his friend again.

The friend to his left spoke up, addressing no one in particular. "I'm Bryce. Like he said, I'm his friend, here for support." Both men appeared sincere. Bryce looked hopefully at the door as if he was waiting for someone he knew to enter.

There was a pause after Bryce. Belinda looked straight down to the other end of the table. Lauryn Marks sat there, away from the others, looking alert. She glanced at the shibaru styled prints on the boardroom wall then looked straight at Belinda. She got the hint and started talking. "I'm a mailgirl, obviously." Obvious because she was naked. "We're here because I have a few things to say to Brian Taber."

Belinda gave Lauryn a supportive smile. "I understand that it can't be easy for you to do this, Lauryn. So I'd like to thank you for your courage in coming here. And also you, Brian, for your courage in coming too." Belinda looked at the closed door. "I was expecting Jackson to attend too. She was to be here both as a coordinator of the tribunal and as Lauryn's chosen friend. Hopefully she'll be along soon. But in the meantime, I'll give an explanation of why we are here and how I expect things to proceed." She paused for a moment as if Jackson would dramatically enter and take this burden off her hands. It did not not happen. So she continued. Belinda explained that mailgirls used the tribunal for minor complaints like misunderstandings where they felt that the fabrics' behaviour could be improved by sitting around a table and discussing it. For issues that needed to be raised but could be resolved amicably.

"Very touchy-feely," Stuart muttered.

Belinda gave him a warning look. "No, it's the opposite, Stuart," she corrected. Then looking to the mailgirl at the other end of the table, she asked her if she felt comfortable explaining why she had asked for the session.

Lauryn nodded and stood up at the other end of the room, facing the others while also looking down at her laptop to check her notes. She looked back up and realised that everyone was watching her, waiting. She quickly looked back down at her notes again. For some reason, Lauryn suddenly felt more naked than she had for a long time. This is ridiculous, she tried to rationalise, I have been naked like this before. I'm always naked. What is doing this to me?

She realised that she needed to say something, rather than just stand there exposed to the others in the room, framed by those large prints of bound, naked women, pictures that seemed to her to reflect the situation that she was in, one that she would soon no longer have to endure. Since she was working out her notice.

She had their attention, at least. Lauryn cleared her throat. She stopped for a moment when Mick Doohan, the young engineers' boss came into the room apologising for being late and quickly introducing himself. Mick sat down by Lauryn's side apparently unconcerned that she was nude. She nodded at him then continued. "I know that since mailgirls have now been here for a while, you might take having naked women here in this office for granted now. You may have decided that our being here naked infers a certain lax attitude on our part..." Gah, did I really write this, she wondered. But she looked around the room and since she still had the serious attention of everyone there, she continued, feeling more confident.

"But we have limits. And it is... it should be pretty obvious where those limits are." She decided to lean into her performance and stepped back from the table to stand, legs astride, purposely fully displaying herself to the others. Lauryn felt a thrill from that exhibitionism. Perhaps she will miss it when she is no longer a mailgirl? Well, soak it up while she can.

Lauryn stopped to view her audience. Stuart was pretending not to notice. Mick stared up at her viewing her like he was solving an equation or something. She was impressed that this man who could easily reach over to grip her in the most intimate way was showing no lust for her at all although he was so close she could feel his breath on her thigh. She looked to the other end of the room. Bryce was affecting a distant curiosity about the whole thing. And Brian was acting unsure. After all, he was the one being censured and he was patently uncertain at how he should react to Lauryn's blatant display. However, Lauryn found it curious that Belinda was starting at her admiringly. What, she wondered, did that mean?

Regardless she had more to say. "The mailgirls here should expect a certain level of respect. The reason we are here in this room is because the company is obliged to provide a safe environment for all its workers, to be treated with dignity and..."

"That's baloney!" Stuart interrupted. Lauryn stared at him, like what are you on about? The others seemed equally shocked.

"Do you wish to expand on that?" Belinda asked the manager keeping her voice controlled and calm, only just.

"Look at her standing there like that!" he blurted.

Belinda feigned total unknowing. "Like what?" she asked in the same calm tone. Lauryn stared bemused, happy for the head of HR to play it out. Brian felt a little relaxed, feeling that Stuart was about to make any transgression of his pale compared to where Stuart seemed to be going with his outburst. Mick looked like he had not heard anything Stuart had said.

Stuart missed any warning from the others' approach. "Standing there like that! Wanton!" He shook his head on behalf of all the other fabrics in the room. Then he stared hard at Belinda. "And you should know better!"

Belinda waited for a moment. Then she spoke carefully. "Let's get this back on track," she suggested in her still barely calm voice. She was not going to take Stuart's bait. She looked around happy to see all mouths shut, happy that no one else was going to go there either.

*

Jackson checked her phone to see who was calling her. Since it was her friend she decided she should take it.

Charlotte started in on her straight away. "You're naked there, at the moment, aren't you?"

Jackson smiled. "Well, yes," she sighed. "It's my job."

That seemed to amuse Charlotte. She chuckled. "What are you doing at this moment?" she demanded.

Jackson looked around the mezzanine. She was the only mailgirl there. Wendy was at her desk apparently engrossed in whatever was on her screen. So Jackson had a little privacy. "Believe it or not," she reported to her friend, "I have to go to a meeting now to explain to some men that they need to treat us with respect."

"Really?" Charlotte asked. "That sounds, uh, interesting."