Previously in Mailgirls Down Under, Australian mailgirl Heather McKay has become an unexpected sensation as an unconventional mailgirl in the US. And now she's on tour. Mailgirl Kimiko Date who is the granddaughter of the company's founder and owner is in an affair with her former boss Mitchell Johnson. Mitch's daughter Emily thinks she is finally going to become a mailgirl. And avid reporter Rosemary Millwall wants to get back into the office to find out what the mailgirls are really up to.
Heather McKay sprawled across the back seat of the limo. She smiled at the other two naked women in there, facing her. They were both sitting up, swigging glasses of champagne, emptying another bottle. One turned to the other. "Do you know where we're going?" she asked.
The tall blonde holding her glass shrugged over at the other tall blonde who sipped at hers. "I think they said Scranton."
Heather perked up. "Scranton?" she asked excitedly. "Like in 'The Office'?"
The tall blonde mailgirl who knew where they were going gave Heather a sympathetic look. "There's a reason they picked Scranton," she sneered.
But Heather now radiated her innate positivity. "It's The Office Scranton," she insisted, "I've seen it on TV, it's going to be fun!" The other two mailgirls scowled at her. But she took their reticence in her happy stride. "You two! We're going to enjoy this. Just follow my lead. Don't worry" she gushed. "If we have to, we'll make our own fun."
The silent one took a sip of her champagne, turned her nose up at its apparent bitterness and spoke up. "I guess you're not going to give up," she complained.
"No way!" Heather, now fully into her bright-eyed Aussie optimism.
The one who did all the talking dropped her shoulders in defeat. "I guess, you are going to tell us that you know to," she murmured. "How did you end up here anyway?"
"I wanted to see the States," Heather enthused. "And here we are, it's great!"
"I wish..." the silent one murmured, that was all she said.
Heather chose to ignore her tone. "Too right!" she rang out. And she ran her hands down to her crotch. "Let's have a wank off right now!" she announced. "Loser has to go down on the other two."
"What sort of competition is that?" the talking one complained. But then she realised that her silent compatriot and the effervescent Australian had already started. So she downed her champers and joined in. Sort of like what else could they do to shut the Energizer bunny up.
Heather toyed with her lower lips just away from her clit, just to get herself started, then smiled at the other two stopping what she was doing, with her fingers still just inside, to look seriously at them. "Where are my manners?" she realised. "I'm Heather, I'm from Australia. Look at us here, naked, wanking and we weren't even introduced."
The busty blonde spoke up first, continuing to massage a finger into her slit, her legs only slightly apart, like she was protecting some aspect of her modesty despite having no clothing to hide any of herself. "I'm Ashley Madison," she provided like she was answering on a form. Still she was getting a little damp. "I know," she added. But she even smiled, just a bit. What she was doing to herself was, she realised, nice.
The other mailgirl had started to go to work on herself. Having rested her empty glass in a convenient holder, she went with both hands working her clit and inside at the same time going deeper and deeper, like it was important that she cum quickly and win. Heather looked at her, smiling, waiting, still holding off from her own pleasure until they were introduced.
"Oh," the other mailgirl realised, "I'm Tanya Harding. Pleased to meet you, Heather. I know who you are and I'm impressed." She looked over at Ashley who having done her minimum social duty was now concentrating on herself. She was poking around like she was having trouble getting started. Tanya noticed and shook her head. "Don't worry about her," Tanya smiled at Heather. "She'll be licking us both out before you know it." That seemed very likely.
"Nice to eat you," Heather rejoined. And then went to town on herself, soon bucking in her place and gasping along with Tanya in ways that suggested the more restrained Ashley Madison would indeed be the one of them most likely to eat the other two out. Judging by the way that she was eyeing the other two and the slow, gentle way that she was pleasuring herself now that she had got started and found her places, she seemed to have decided that she was happy to do them. In fact, she leaned over to unexpectedly tongue Tanya's nipple, caressing her as she did so in a way that pushed the other American mailgirl over the edge. She looked over to the bucking Australian who now had both hands buried deep in her pussy, she was so close.
Ashley licked her lips as she watched Heather. "One to go," she smiled. Heather suddenly let out a long moan as she came.
All three of the mailgirls were somewhat flushed when they got out of the limo once they had arrived at the office that had won the competition. Each week, a mailgirl from Harada Industries went onto Good Morning America for a brief moment -- blink and you would miss seeing a naked mailgirl on your breakfast television, she would be on just long enough to announce which lucky company would get a visit from Harada mailgirls the next week. The mailgirls suspected that the winners were selected on commercial decisions, whether they would be likely to introduce their own mailgirl program. Which would mean licensing fees to Harada and paying for Harada's training courses. It seemed everyone wanted mailgirls.
As usual, a crowd was waiting outside the lucky company when the limo pulled up. Somehow folk always knew when they would be arriving. "Who would have thought this many people would turn up to look at three naked women?" Heather joked. The other two did not find it funny. Tall and shapely, they would have been professionally distressed if that many people had not shown up to see them naked. They looked at Heather but could not work out whether she really meant it. They both felt that at least they would look professional. Let the Aussie do whatever she wanted.
Of course the mailgirls only appeared outside for as long as it took for them to wave to the well restrained crowd then walk the short distance into the building. Heather strolled between the two taller blondes who both performed a runway walk. They thought they were shielding her, giving the audience a glimpse of their dream of a perfect woman. Heather knew that Ashley and Tanya were her sidekicks, that perfect or not, she was the main attraction. So long as she kept it natural.
Security were waiting for them at the entrance along with a smiling and very toothy and excited woman who introduced herself as Bette Davis from Marketing who would be their guide for the day. One of the security guards handed them their visitor lanyards. The mailgirls handed them straight over to their guide. None of that pesky stuff for them. Bette Davis grasped the lanyards in her fist and led the mailgirls to a waiting lift, telling them breathlessly that they had about half an hour to freshen up or 'whatever they needed to do' before the all-staff meeting was due to begin in the auditorium.
"Whatever we need to do!" Heather exclaimed as she playfully punched Ashley on the shoulder. Ashley was not amused.
In the lift, Bette Davis continued to rapidly tell them all about the company, apparently with some pride. She rattled off how she thought the day would play out. The blondes were checking their reflections in the metal walls of the lift while Heather pretended to listen to her. Heather realised that Bette was trying to address her from the neck up. She smiled, knowing that this usually happened. So she slowly raised her hands to play with her breasts, just enough to draw Bette Davis' attention that little lower, to where the abandonment began. Out of the lift, Bette, a little flushed, led the mailgirls to their room.
