Mailgirls Down Under Pt 16

Previously in Mailgirls Down Under, Mitchell Johnson the former boss of Melbourne's branch of Harada Industries, is having an affair with mailgirl Kimiko Date. Marjorie Jackson, another mailgirl working there, thought Mitch wanted her, but Jackson never did anything about it. Is she too late?

One of Mitch's twin daughters, Emily, is about to live her dream of becoming a mailgirl but at another company. And reporter Rosemary Millward is trying to work out how to get another feature about Harada's mailgirls onto television.

Please read on...

The mailgirls had assembled in the boardroom. Just the mailgirls. When Fanny Durack arrived, eight of the nine naked workers in the Melbourne office of Harada Industries were now there. Jackson sat at the head of the board table presiding since the rest looked to her when it came to organising and looking after their conditions and things. No surprise then that she had called the meeting. Lauryn Marks, holding her usual serious state, sidled in and took the vacant seat next to Jackson, squeezing behind Annette Kellerman, a smiling redhead, and Pam Burridge, blonde and busty, to reach Jackson's end of the room. So they were all now present. Lauryn had pressed past the tasteful if provocative large format prints of naked Japanese mailgirls posing bound, restrained, and seemingly willing.

Annette looked around the room admiring the other mailgirls. "I reckon this is the first all nude meeting in the boardroom." She looked around the room. Some of the other mailgirls squirmed.

Pam owned up to her unease. "I'm okay when I'm like this," she started. Pam even shook her wavy blonde hair, her large breasts shimmered as she looked around at the others. "But I still get a bit self-conscious when someone points it out." She hid her breasts behind her arms as she turned to grimace at Annette, sitting right next to her.

"Right now no one's getting a mailgirl delivery," Annette chortled, trying to lift the mood.

"I can think of one or two people who would be glad of that," Jan Stephenson responded as she smiled pointedly over at the temptress Monika Mayhem, "not having to deal with a mailgirl for a short while."

Monika pretended ignorance. "I can't imagine who you're thinking about?" she told Jan. "If it's my friend Stuart, he loves it, secretly." Everyone laughed at that. There was no evidence that Stuart Broad, a new manager over from the US, enjoyed any of Monika's physical attention.

But they needed to get to business. Jackson took the floor and started by threatening that she would be going thoroughly through their Enterprise Agreement (EA) to explain their rights in the workplace. And what the management could and could not do to them. She promised that it may not seem very exciting to them. But they had told her they wanted to know. Which was why they were there. "And anyone new who starts here as a mailgirl gets everything that is in the EA," Jackson continued. "So when you started Fanny and when you passed over to the bright side, June, you went straight onto our pay scale -- it's on page 69 if you're looking for it -- and everyone gets our conditions."

Unlike all of them except Jackson, Fanny was on a contract. But Jackson explained that the EA still applied to the two of them. June Lockhart, the newest mailgirl, had been working in HR until she turned. So it was a joke whether June had previously been on the dark side or whether that's where she was now. June blushed, not yet quite used to being a nude centre of attention.

Jackson was in her stride. "Now we get the minimum conditions that everyone gets, four weeks' annual leave, sick leave, public holidays, all that sort of stuff. Then we get to the special mailgirl conditions. First there's our obligation to the company, that we are not going to be wearing any clothes during working hours and how we have to maintain our looks to a certain standard -- pages 23 to 29, it's all there. I'm assuming that with the possible exceptions of Fanny and June, none of you have actually read the whole thing?"

June looked around then quietly addressed Jackson. "I don't know why you think I would have read it."

"Because you're in HR?"

June tittered, now more comfortable. "Obviously you haven't spent as much time there as you need to. Like anywhere else, we only read as much of anything as we need to."

Jackson looked over. "Fanny, you?"

"Oh, I'll get around to it one day."

Jackson smiled. "So you guys all really trust me. Amazing." She continued. "So what this all means is that if Jeneva comes over here from the States as she wants to do, she gets paid the same as we do, and she gets all of our benefits." Jeneva was a Harada mailgirl in America. Jackson had promised her she would try to get her to Melbourne, since she really wanted to come.

"What is Heather's situation?" Annette asked. Feisty Heather McKay had been recruited from the stock room in Melbourne, but she got her wish to be a mailgirl in America.

"It's a minimum benefits thing," Jackson explained. "When Heather was transferred, she couldn't get paid less than she was here. Plus she kept all her entitlements." Jackson looked around to see if anyone had questions about that. Then she went back to the EA. "The third part starting from Page 30 is what I'll call the perks. So that's the bonus points system, the targets, the limits on how many trips we have to do in a day..."

"The tribunal?" Jan asked.

"No, that's in Part 2," Jackson explained. "That's part of the company's obligations to us for us agreeing to be like this. But, and this is the part you've all been waiting for, the stuff in Part 3 is subject to management's continual support, to whether it is financially sustainable. Unfortunately it comes out as discretionary rather than contractual. Which was all good when Mitch was the boss..."

"He was a good boss," Annette stated.

"Yes. A very caring boss," Jackson reinforced, smiling at Kimiko. When Jackson smiled you only felt goodness. And so Kimiko smiled back with almost equal warmth. Did she realise how big it was of Jackson to treat her like that? Or did she expect it? Since Jackson had found out that Kimiko was sleeping with her Mitch in the worst possible way.

But Pam missed their byplay. "Kimiko," she interrupted, "you were in Finance before. How much is this costing the company?" Pam waved her hand around to underline that she was asking about the whole mailgirl operation.

Kimiko gave Pam a friendly smile, and an ironic laugh. The others also looked to Kimiko, curious. "Haha, a lot," she responded. "Certainly Granddad is blowing a proportion of the family inheritance on this."

June looked to Annette sitting next to her with a look of confusion. "She's Mr Harada's granddaughter," Annette whispered to the newest mailgirl, who had no way of knowing that.

Kimiko continued. "The brothers -- Granddad's sons -- are involved in the company. My mother, no involvement. So this is the only way that I'm going to get my hands on any of it." She crossed her arms and nodded at Jackson that she had said all she intended to on the matter.

Jackson continued. "And in there is the stuff about protecting our privacy. The company has to make sure no images are leaked, that sort of thing. Our basic pay is in the tables at the end. They have to pay us according to that, and abide by all the stuff up to Page 30. But we have to accept -- at least in a straightforward contractual way -- that we don't have any rights to stuff that Lindsay has taken away."

Muttering rose at that. Until Fanny spoke up. "There are always weasel words..."

Jackson shook her head. "There is always a place in the middle where the two sides need to meet and be sensible. But there's another problem. This plan to bring in mailgirl tourists. It potentially devalues us. And they don't get paid for being us. In fact, the plan is to charge them for the experience."

After the reporter's turn as a mailgirl for a day, the office boss Lindsay Davenport had floated the idea of charging interested women to be mailgirl for a day in the Harada office, as it was the only place in Melbourne that had mailgirls.

Pam seemed more worried than the rest of them over that. "So what would happen to us if they decided that they don't need mailgirls any longer? If they can replace all of us with tourists?"

Jackson thought for a moment before she answered. "It's complicated but essentially, they cannot replace us with tourists. If they have a mailgirl operation in the building they have to have paid mailgirls on the payroll. They cannot replace us with volunteers, the FWC would not let them. Remember, I was talking about the company's obligations?"

Annette needed to check. "But what is the minimum number of mailgirls they can employ?"

"That's a complicated question depending on demand and attendance. With the engineers moving onto the eleventh floor it's possible that we still don't have enough even with Monika and June joining us. That's one of the reasons that management are taking Jeneva so seriously."

Annette kept on. "But if they say wound up the mailgirl program, what would happen?"

Jackson smiled at her. "Well those of you who were recruited from inside the company -- Annette, Jan, Kimiko and Heather, and you of course, June, would be fine. They would have to find you similar work in the company and there are all sorts of rules about your pay rates and conditions and protection of your status and so on. Pam, Monika, you're pretty much okay as well. Since you are permanent employees of the company, they would have to look after you although not quite to the extent of the others."

Jackson looked over at the short busty Uni-based academic who was there naked experiencing what she had been researching academically. "Fanny and I are a different issue," Jackson continued, "since we came here on contracts. But there's one thing that we need to remember. And that's the reason why Mitch is still working here. They want to keep those of us associated with the program happy. They did not sack Mitch because they don't want him appearing the next week in The Age or The Hun going on about the details of the mailgirls program. And double that for an actual mailgirl doing it and getting her story and her picture in the papers. So long as Mr Harada wants to keep paying for it, we're not going anywhere. Oh, except for Lauryn, sorry."

Lauryn nodded. They all knew that she was working out her notice, soon to finish as a mailgirl.

The boardroom door suddenly opened. Jackson stood up to face the intrusion. Lindsay Davenport took two steps in before realising that the table was occupied by naked mailgirls. "Oh," she exclaimed, "that explains why I couldn't get any of you to deliver my messages. I didn't realise the meeting room was booked," the manager of the office added for bad measure. Since Jackson was standing and staring at her, that was who she addressed.

Jackson tried to be agreeable. "The booking was done and approved," she stated politely.

Lindsay looked behind her. Jackson could see that Belinda Clarke, the head of HR, and Betty Cuthbert, Lindsay's PA, were standing behind Lindsay, not doubt expecting to follow her in. "I didn't see the booking," Lindsay repeated and turned to get support from Belinda. That did not happen, Belinda kept a noncommittal look on her face. Lindsay was careful enough not to try to get any support from her PA. At least she had worked that out. There was no secret that Betty Cuthbert preferred Mitch.

Lindsay turned back to Jackson. "Are you going to be long?"

Jackson smiled and looked around the room. "If you have a moment, we have some questions for you," she told the boss like that was the most reasonable thing to do in the circumstances. Belinda sensing the moment, stepped into the doorway effectively barring Lindsay from leaving. Belinda, the master of charm, blocked her in a way that suggested she was merely being amenable. Taking the hint Betty Cuthbert stepped past Belinda into the room and sidled along the wall behind the seated mailgirls as if she was a required witness or something.

"All right then," Lindsay snapped. Partly angry because she was physically trapped. And because she could see no alternative to having to deal with these lower ranked staff. With their breasts proudly showing.

They ask her about Jeneva, about the tourists. But Lindsay deflected. She was taking her time to reach conclusions, she told them, nothing had been decided yet.

"Have you ever stood in a mailgirl's shoes?" Monika asked her. And got the strangest look in response.

Then Lindsay bit her lip to take a moment to answer very careful. "I accept that it takes a certain strength to do what you do. And don't think that we don't all appreciate you." That was all she said. Immediately Jackson wondered privately what exactly did Lindsay mean? That is, if she was even being honest and not glib. But the mailgirls felt the unease. There were no more questions. They were done.

As the mailgirls filed out, June thought about it then decided What The Hell and approached Kimiko who was being polite and letting the other mailgirls leave ahead of her.

"Sorry to harp on," June started, "but surely you must be in line for at least some inheritance when your grandfather dies?"

Kimiko shrugged. "Unlikely. Like I said, he placed his two sons in the company and left my mother, the only other sibling, out in the cold. I'm not expecting anything."

"But does he know about you here?" June felt embarrassed that she resorted to a euphemistic description of them being naked mailgirls in the office.

Kimiko did not seem offended at all. "Oh, he knows," she assured the newest mailgirl. Who obviously did not know of Mr Harada's visit to Melbourne where he had discovered Kimiko kneeling naked and fully exposed while she waited to be given a message. Kimiko did not share that she had had no interactions with her grandfather since that episode. Of course, he would have seen her at the staff meeting when he was on the VC from Tokyo but he had shown no reaction from what she had seen on the big screen. Not that she had cared at the time. She was taking care of herself in the most satisfying way in the meeting, only interested in her own pleasure.

Kimiko guessed that she did not need to tell the whole story to June. Someone else would. She looked towards June, crossed her eyes back in her head and stuck her tongue out down to her chin. "Ah," June sniffed, "ahegao. I didn't expect it of you." And they continued down the stairs in silence.

*

Cara Johnson sat on Sarah's sofa with the morning sun streaming through on her. Cara's twin Emily sat on the carpet facing her sister across the coffee table. "Did the parents say anything about me staying out?" Emily asked her.

"I'm not sure they noticed," Cara smirked. "Fortunately you told me where you were. In case they asked."

Sarah came into the room carrying coffees for the twins. "Did I get her in trouble?" she asked Cara while placing the coffees down. She bent down to give Emily a hug from behind.

Cara shook her head. "Emily gets herself into trouble all by herself, you don't have to worry about that."

"We were celebrating," Sarah offered Cara carefully. She did have to worry lacking inside knowledge about the sisters. Does one twin get upset if you invite the other one to party and leave Cara at home? She studied Cara for angst. But was sure that she could not find any. "Isn't it exciting, Emily becoming a mailgirl?"

Cara smiled at Sarah then shook head at her sister. "So it's actually happening?"

Emily leaned into Sarah who eased herself onto the floor to better grip her lover. "I wish you could come too," she told Cara. "And you too," she smiled at Sarah.

"Maybe I'll get a real job there and use you relentlessly as my mailgirl," Cara threatened.

Emily of course saw the upside. "That would be wonderful!"

Cara got serious. "Do you know anything about the company?"

"No," Emily admitted. "Shane just said it was similar to Harada." She had already told Cara that her father's former deputy had organised the position for her.

Cara looked to Sarah then focussed on her sister. "And how much do we know about Harada?"

Emily thought about that for a moment. "Um, what do we know? Dad works there, Shane works there, they have mailgirls. And they do stuff. Maybe they make stuff." She trailed off, since that was all she knew. Sarah's hands wandered under Emily's t-shirt which Cara seemed fine with. So her hands wandered further.

"I won't be there to keep an eye on you," Cara warned instead.

Emily did not see what her twin was getting at. "You weren't there at the Uni caf for my nude mailgirl protest, and I survived that." Sarah lifted Emily's t-shirt over her head. Not surprisingly Emily had nothing on underneath.

"Em stripped off back when in the Uni caf. A protest against the male hegemony inherent in the mailgirl concept," Cara explained to Sarah. "Isn't that right?" she challenged Emily.

"Was that you?" Sarah exclaimed. "I should have realised!" She hugged Emily, pressing against her bare breasts. Emily purred as Sarah played with her body.

"Who else would have done it?" Cara suggested, acting like the make-out session was not happening. Emily grinned then kissed Sarah. "But an office is different to a Uni ref," Cara cautioned. "All those wandering hands, fingers..." Cara even made a cat's paw at Emily as if that was what she should expect once she was away from her sister's protection. Cara's argument though was not helped by Sarah doing to Emily exactly what Cara had described. Emily spread her legs enjoying everything that Sarah was doing to her.

Cara rolled her eyes and crossed her arms primly. Emily retaliated against that. "You haven't done it in public like me," she scolded her sister. "People tend to respect the naked female form, they admire it rather than attack it." Now kneeling between her legs, Sarah reached up to squeeze Emily's nipples as if that was some sort of confirmation. Emily leant forward to give her assailant a kiss on the lips in thanks then gently pressed Sarah's face into her crotch. "And well," she continued, "who's to say I wouldn't mind a bit of random frigging in the office?"

Cara shook her head. Was she miffed that only Emily was getting this opportunity. "Anyway, remind me, what's the name of this place?" she asked. Emily looked over at her sister, blissfully vague for a moment as Sarah at her. Eventually Emily gave the name.

Cara took that in. "I'll google them. Meanwhile since it's mailgirl time, get into position on the floor."

Emily nodded at Sarah so she got up as Emily took her place kneeling with her legs spread and her back arched. Sarah could not resist it, she pinched the nude mailgirl's nipples. "You like that?" Sarah taunted as she twisted one bud just a little. Emily groaned an "um... yeah..." Cara googled on her phone. "Harada are the fifteen largest engineering company in the world," she read out. "Famechon are eighteenth."

"Go Famechon! Watch out Harada!" Emily cheered as Sarah let go of her.

Cara stood up and told Emily to kneel facing her. She then asked Sarah to spread Emily's knees wider and got their friend to then arch Emily's back so that her breasts stood out. Unbidden, Sarah again attacked the naked woman's nipples, ensuring that they stayed hard. Unable to resist, Sarah also reached down between Emily's legs.

Cara stood close with her arms crossed and stared hard at her sister. "Sounds like it will be great for your CV," she observed drily.

Emily looked up at her: "Does that matter?"

Sarah was finding it hard to keep her hands off Emily. She was again working at her nipples, caressing her butt. "She is only hired as an intern," Sarah reminded Cara while getting another groan of pleasure from Emily.