I'm new to this, it's my first smut story, and my first time playing with this concept, obviously. I tried keeping as true to the genre as possible, while making it my own, but I know there's some staples currently missing... I'm planning on rolling those out as HR decrees as we go along, almost like Apollo is starting out wading in, and we'll eventually get to the deep end.
I also have to thank lizstanton8181 and her stories, as well as the original "Mailroom Girls" by Cambridge Caine. I borrowed heavily from Liz's concepts, USF's Mailgirls being my inspiration to even do this. And of course this genre isn't a thing without Cambridge Cain's original concept. I know there's others in the genre, but I haven't gotten to read most of their's yet.
The space stuff was just something I came up with on my own.
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Mailgirls In Space. Part 1.
Year: 2100 AD.
Humanity and global warming have finally ravaged the Earth. The human population has been reduced from 8.2 billion through war and natural disasters to just under 2 million. A large portion of the surface is unhabitable. Although settlements remain in portions of Europe and Asia, South America has now been made into one giant oil drill site, Australia is fully submerged under water, and Russia and China nuked North America into oblivion. A large part of humanity now resides in space, among the stars, in a series of large technologically advanced space stations.
The largest of these is Andromeda Station. After that are Vector Station, Orion Station, and Aurora Station. Other satellite and support stations are joined by these, but these are the primary ones and where most live and work. Although there were many scientists and military personnel, most people still worked jobs--regular, boring old jobs.
Landon Davidson had been one of them. Perhaps he still was, or at least until last month. He was an HR recruiter for one of the medical companies that now run the hospital at each station. He was still in HR, but his recruiting had become more interesting. He was now head of a team working for the company that owned two of the four stations, Apollo Industries. In their Human Capital division. He was recruiting mailgirls instead of nurses and medical technicians.
Most of humanity had still clung to the dying rock they were orbiting until about six years ago, when the space station program was launched. The Great War of Russia and China vs the US, along with some hefty natural disasters for good measure, had wiped almost everyone out. The remaining Americans, Europeans, Asians (who weren't China aligned), basically anyone not Russian or Chinese, all went to the space stations. Russia and China got to keep the hunk of rock that was now Earth.
After three years, everyone was homesick, they'd lost family and friends, and morale was dropping. Apollo Industries wanted to change that and devised several hare-brained schemes.
Back on the surface, one of the things that had started to pop up, particularly in Asian countries, was this concept of "mailgirls." It started simple enough, attractive young women were recruited to work in mailrooms in offices. The catch was they had to be completely naked. Hot girls delivering mail naked quickly morphed into varying levels of depravity, with the girls in question ceasing to be normal employees and becoming essentially property of the companies holding their contracts. They were often treated more like naked human pets at best, full-on sex slaves at worst. Most programs were somewhere in between. This had started to spread worldwide and was picking up steam and doing well, even reaching the former United States of America and grabbing a foothold there. Until the Great War and apocalypse, at least.
Now Apollo Industries execs thought bringing a mailgirls program back would help cheer everyone up. To start with, they'd roll it as a pilot. If it worked, it would be tweaked and eventually rolled out in full. If it didn't, they'd find something else. That's why Landon and his head recruiter, Jillian Mitchell, were staring at a list of women to recruit. If Landon had his way, he'd find 30 lingerie model-esque women and call it a day. But two things: First, they had to do this quickly. The deadline was tight, and his team would be replaced soon if they didn't start getting girls involved within the next week or two. Secondly, Apollo brass had made it clear they wanted more diversity than that. So, the list was made, and now recruiting would start.
Landon looked up from his tablet at Jillian. She was young, tall, slim, and blonde. Mailgirl material, but also entirely too important to him as a recruiter, at least for now. He'd have gotten nowhere without her, and he knew it.
"So, I figure we'd start with six girls first. Then every month or so bring in six more until we have all thirty." Davidson handed Jillian his tablet. "Most are Apollo employees. Some outside recruits, we shouldn't have a problem with luring them on board as well. Here's the first six names I want."
They'd start with six girls and add more as they went. Six now, six next week, and then another six when the pilot was picked up, adding more at intervals until they had 30. Landon and Jillian figured they'd need about 30 to cover everything reasonably. Six was a start, though. And they'd be rolling it out gradually, so the workload didn't become completely impossible.
"Good idea," Jillian responded. "I'll get to getting them rounded up as soon as we're done here."
Landon nodded. "One at a time. Here in my office. I'll get Mistress Nul in here as well for the meetings. Start with the easy ones first, the five Apollo employees, then for Six, there's one outside candidate that should be easy to rope in. Just get them here, I'll take care of the rest."
