The Mailgirl Solution 2022

(I suppose it was inevitable that I write a story based in the naked Mailgirl Universe. I've adopted many of the standard concepts, and added a few hopefully original ones.

Enjoy.)

Part 1: We're Really Doing This...

"Yes, we're really doing this... as you can see."

Daniel--our CFO--and I, were standing just outside what had been our in-house counsel's office--until the pandemic. "It's all Zoom now," Daniel had told me. "These lawyers--now, they don't even need to leave home. But they still bill you just like old times."

The office had glass walls, and another wall of glass was being installed about ten feet in.

"We're lucky that there was a shower in here already. All the workers did was extend that shower structure out. They also added four shower heads, which should be sufficient for up to eight girls to share."

I simply stood there, looking around. I still could not fathom as fact that select female employees would soon be literally running around the office, totally nude.

Since I was silent, Daniel continued. "Let me walk you through it." We walked into the office. "The girls will undress right here, and hang up all of their clothes on these hooks--shoes underneath. We will supply standard hangers, and specialty hangers for their bras and panties."

We walked behind the second glass wall. The workmen acknowledged us with nods, then returned to work.

"They will all be required to shower here, in back of these two glass walls, so they will remain totally visible; totally nude from now on."

He walked me out to the central office, which already had two long, leather-look benches installed.

"Once they're done with showering, the girls will come out here to 'primp and preen.' They will each be responsible for supplying their own makeup, hair and grooming supplies. There's separate containers under the benches for all of their stuff."

"When you say 'grooming'..."

"Oh yes. All the girls will have to keep their legs and their underarms completely shaved. We are allowing some pubic hair--but that fur will have to be kept exceptionally well-trimmed, neat and tidy.

The girls will all be required to face front, and have their legs spread as much as possible. The only thing they'll be allowed to 'wear' from then on will be their company cell, velcroed to their upper left arm."

"And... what happens when it's a certain time of month?"

I wondered if Daniel was completely exasperated with me yet. But hey: I was only the lowly Hiring Manager, assistant to the H.R. Director. I was not the head of the MPC: the Mailgirl Preparation Committee.

"They have a choice of two days off, without pay, or they can come in and wear some specially designed, leakproof little red panties."

We walked back out into the hallway. The CEO's office was right next door, and there were three offices across from the main mailgirl station that would have fantastic views.

"So... we're really gonna make them kneel with legs spread?"

"Why not? It's all part of the whole mailgirl mystique. Think about if we had naked mailboys. They wouldn't be able to hide their junk, so why let the girls get away with it?"

That argument was so strange, it hurt my head to think about it. I opened my mouth and--

Daniel's company cell dinged. "I hafta take this." He sounded relieved. "Look. The CEO has had it with so many employees working remote from home. He thinks they're dicking off, and frankly, so do I, so... get them back in the office!

Marg has a copy of our recommendations on hiring and on nude interviewing. If you have any other questions..."

I got the unspoken message of 'bother Marg--not me!'

I took the stairs down the two floors to "our" floor. It was actually shared by both Finance/Accounting and Human Resources.

I was picturing barefoot, naked ladies running up and down these same stairs, in just a few weeks time.

Actually, we didn't want our girls running and risking injuries. The app on their phones would track the girls' number of steps, time between receiving/delivering messages, as well as their speed. They would get a warning if they were moving at an unsafe speed.

I knocked on Marg's open door.

"How did it go?" Then she saw the look in my eyes. "Don't worry about him anymore. I have all of their recommendations, now, all we need to do is write up the ad, and set up the interviews."

I sat down. "Are we only advertising internally? I'm not seeing how we would get five women from here, willing to go nude."

"Ah, but you're forgetting we have two other satellite offices. They are pretty far away, but if they're willing to travel here for their interviews, and willing to relocate..."

I hadn't thought about that. That's why she was the H.R. Director. I was already equally excited and embarrassed at the prospect of interviewing female employees that I knew, without their clothes. Maybe if we did get some applicants from other parts of the country, it would make the whole awkward thing easier for both parties.

"So, here I go," Marg sighed. "I'm about to write up and send out an internal memo asking our female employees if they would be willing to work nude. They would technically become little more than naked gofers, the lowliest of clerks..."

"But," I concluded, "they will be earning six figures." I shook my head. "Is it all worth it? Are we really going to get employees back to the office--by luring them back with naked girls?!"

"Our focus groups say 'yes.' We'll lose some women--those who are offended--but that loss will be more than made up by the return of many appreciative males."

Marg slightly changed the subject. "Speaking of naked girls, think about how we're going to conduct our interviews; come up with a reasonable, professional action plan. Yes Rob, it will be you and me: watching women undress for us and then interviewing them completely nude--with their legs spread."

She put her hand on mine, as I went silent.

"No double entendre intended, I just hope you're up for it."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Part 2: Uh, yes. Please undress completely, and put your clothes on that chair.

Our first interviewee was Heather, age 25, a personal assistant to one of our mid-level executives. I had seen her around the office, and I thought she was extremely cute, but I didn't know her personally.

(Legal had decided that we were allowed to ask for a woman's age to "determine whether her perceived level of fitness when nude is age-appropriate." It was also to make sure that we selected females of different ages; if all of our mailgirls were, for instance, all cute college coeds aged eighteen to twenty-one, we were in trouble.)

Heather showed up--in Marg's office, after work--in a powder blue miniskirt and a tight, white, buttoned top. She was a bleached blonde with blue eyes, a pretty face, and an exceptionally curvy figure. And she had great legs.

"I hafta strip all the way--right?"

"Uh, yes," I said. "Please undress completely, and put your clothes on that chair."

I noticed right away that, before Heather took any article of clothing off, she would look to me. All I could do was nod. Was she looking for permission or approval? When she got down to her matching lavender bra and panty set, she stared right at me as she slowly reached behind her.

I finally had to say something.

"You're doing great, Heather. Only two more items to go. And you look fantastic."

Marg shot a quick look at me. I ignored her. We really weren't supposed to show any favoritism as to how much we enjoyed any particular applicant's undressed look.

Then Heather slowly revealed her twin mounds that must have been close to, if not D cups. Not only was there hardly any sag, but her hot pink nipples were nearly baby bottle sized.

I was in awe.

Once her bra was off, Heather seemed to relax somewhat. She whisked her pretty panties off and simply stood in front of us, nude. She was still breathing hard; those twin mounds were really rising and falling.

"I guess... I have to, um... kneel down and open up?"

"Yes, hon. Unfortunately, you do."

That was Marg. Now I shot her a look. She was addressing our first nude applicant as "hon?"

Heather took a deep breath and squatted down, bare heels under her bare ass cheeks. My eyes followed those amazing breasts all the way down.

"You're doing great!" Marg enthused. "Now that you've done it, how do you feel about finally being nude?"

"It's... different! That's for sure! But you guys are so nice; I know it's something I'm going to have to get used to."

"How do feel about people you work with, seeing you with all of your clothes off?" I asked.

"Wow," Heather said. "I guess... they're just gonna have to get used to it too! I mean... I'm naked, but I'm still me!"

"Great answer!" I said. I made some notes.

"I just hope that," Heather looked down at herself, "some things aren't too distracting."

"What things?" Marg asked, innocently.

Heather bit her lip. "See? My uh... inner lips dangle out. They are so obvious! And I thought, you put girls in this position so you can see their vaginas. Well, you really can't see mine unless I do this."

She put her right hand over her totally shaved pubes but then pulled her inner lips up and open with her fingers.

"Whoa!" Marg said. "Thank you, but you really don't have to do that!"

Heather blushed. "I'm sorry." She looked at me and I was afraid she was going to cry. "I am just so nervous about this whole thing, and I really only want to please..."

"Heather," I sighed. "You are a truly special lady and you're doing fine. This whole nudity thing has us all in uncharted territory. No one's gonna blame you for not knowing what to do."

"Oh thank you!" Heather gushed. "Oh, you are so sweet!"

Marg broke up my one naked lady admiration society. "Why don't you stand up for us, and turn around. I do want to assure you that we only evaluating your fitness. We are not judging you by the appearance of any of your body parts."

Heather stood quickly. She looked relieved to be out of her squatting position. She turned around slowly, and I took in her nice, well-rounded ass.

"I guess I should open myself up back here..."

"Oh no! You don't have to do... okay, you just did." Marg sighed.

Heather turned back around, blushing. "I really really want to try this. I'm getting used to being nude... I kind of like the feeling! I feel special! And I am so comfortable with the two of you. You've both been so sweet."

Marg thanked her, and we watched her get dressed.

"I like her," I said--as soon as she was out the door.

"Of course you do," Marg replied. "She showed you both her holes."

Marg sighed again. "But seriously? I liked her too! Everything she did was to try to please us, and she made a great effort to get used to her nudity. She's a keeper."

Marg called in girl number two and well--she was hardly a girl. Deb was blonde, forty-one, and she was somewhat of a large lady. Deb wasn't really fat--she just had some extra poundage that some women add on at that age.

Deb was one of our accounts payable clerks. I had never really thought about seeing how she looked naked--but I was about to find out.

Deb undressed without looking at us. She was the only one who started out in a pantsuit instead of a skirt or a dress. Not that it mattered--everything was coming off, regardless.

Deb strode up and she squatted down, without being prompted. Her breasts were large, conical, and a little saggy, with reddish oversized nipples and areola. Her belly was well-rounded, but not bad, with only a roll or two of fat.

Deb was a bit hairy down below, which would have to be addressed. Her pubic hair was brown, and I wasn't sure if the color difference would be distracting. All I could see was a hint of her clitoral hood, neatly sandwiched in between her meaty, thick inner lips.

Before either of us could say anything:

"I did it! I can't believe I did it, but I did it!"

Marg leaned back and smiled. "Was this a challenge for you?"

Deb smiled back. "You got it. I mean, look at me. I am not your traditional type of girl anybody fantasizes about, running around naked in the office."

It was my turn. "We're not only looking for fantasy girls. Are you reasonably fit?"

"Oh yes. I walk... six, seven miles a day; I hike all the time." She slapped her bare thighs. "That's how I got these muscles!"

"Well you look great. And you've got a good attitude," Marg observed. "You may have only done this as a personal challenge, but--would you be interested in really doing it full time?"

"Wow!" Deb seemed to be in a daze. "If I did this, I don't know if I could tell my husband! And I have an eighteen-year-old son. How would my men feel about their wife--their mom--running around showing off her tits and her ass and well... everything?!"

"Think about it," I turned to Marg who nodded. "We both like you a lot and... you can get dressed! Just turn around so we can have a look at you from behind."

Deb was still in a daze. She got up slowly, turned, and showed off a somewhat large, slightly saggy, but still nicely rounded ass. So far, it would have been a great day for big butt lovers. Both of our nudes had ass cheeks that seemed to be designed for cock-insertion... if you were in to that sort of thing!

Deb got dressed in silence, seemingly deep in thought, and simply left.

"Wow," I said. "I am... growing to like women of all ages, shapes and sizes. It may be because they're stripping nude for me--"

"'Growing?'" Marg interjected. "I'll bet you are!"

"Marg," I said. "Despite all of the... nude conditions, these were two very special ladies so far."

Suddenly, the door opened and Deb stuck her head in.

"So. All I have to do, to get out of Accounts Payable, is to work with my clothes off?"

We nodded.

"Great!" Deb gave us a thumbs up. "I'm in!" Then she left again.

"Great," Marg echoed her, "are we really gonna hire every woman who comes in here and takes all of her clothes off for us?"

I gave Marg a thumbs up. "I'm in!"

Taylor was twenty. She was an incredible, youthful beauty, with long, dark brown hair down to her waist, and bright blue eyes. I did not remember ever seeing this sweet thing in the office.

She undressed quietly, out of a figure-hugging, dark blue minidress, smiling the entire time and looking back and forth at each of us. There was some hesitation as she reached behind her to unclasp her pretty pink bra. Taylor seemed to hold her breath, then slowly let it out. The bra slipped off, then she scooted out of her matching pink panties.

She was a magnificent sight.

"You do want me kneeling and spread, right?"

I couldn't find my voice, so Marg stepped in. "Yes dear. It's silly and it's sexist, but then, so is working naked!"

Taylor smiled and assumed the position. Her breasts were probably C cups, with tiny red and poky nipples surrounded by rather large, light pink areola. She was totally shaved down below, and we all had a view of her long clitoral hood, and her puffy pink inner lips.

"How are you doing with all this?"

Taylor smiled at me. "I have to be okay, I guess! I used to model--lingerie, bikinis--but I would never go nude. Those photographers should see me now!"

"Why are you doing this?" Marg asked.

Taylor furrowed her pretty brow. "I just graduated from college. I have a degree in Marketing. I uh... heard about this job from a friend who works here. Mainly: I need the money! But also: I do hope that this gets me noticed." Her smile turned into a grin as she looked down at her extremely exposed condition. "Maybe you'll see me working here one day... with my clothes on!"

"This is going to sound strange," Marg hesitated. "But would you ever consider working a regular job, in the nude?"

Taylor and I stared at her.

"Is that an option?" Taylor asked.

Marg nodded. "If and only if this whole naked mailgirl thing takes off... so to speak! It would be up to each female employee, it would not be required. It would be simply be another way for her to decide to dress that day for work... by undressing."

"Wow," Taylor exclaimed. "I hafta see how working all naked as a mailgirl works out. It does sound... exciting!"

"Well Taylor." I was momentarily stunned by Marg's revelation. "You are truly amazing, so, enough of the kneeling! Let's see a nice rear view, then you can get dressed."

Tayior stood up. She bit her lip and blushed. I guessed that it finally hit her--she was standing in front of two strangers, naked. She turned around and she had a very cute little bottom. If she was 34C on top, that adorable, cuppable rear was probably 32.

Taylor got dressed quietly, then she seemed to make a decision. She stepped up and shook both our hands.

"Thank you," she said. "You were so professional!"

I looked her over when she got close. It was as if I now had X-ray vision; I could only see this pretty girl in the nude. I didn't feel very professional!

After Taylor left, I turned to Marg. "Was that for real? Any female employee can try out working nude?"

"Eventually. Making nudity an option may help us out, legally." She didn't look at me. "I was thinking about trying it out myself! I know: a fifty-three-year-old, fat old lady. Who would want to see that?!"

I waited until she looked at me. "I would." Marg was overweight, but she had such a pretty, cherubic face. She always wore tailored business suits over her plump figure, and while her legs were thick, they were also quite shapely.

"I'm thinking about it. But if I decide to go through with it, I'm only undressing for you at first."

Marg reached out and took my hand.

"Look at you, with all of the sexy stripping; all of the naked ladies today! You're handling it so well. I trust you!"

Wow. But did I trust myself?

Shelby was a twenty-nine-year-old athletic blonde. She unzipped her very short, blue and white patterned dress, pushed it down over her slim hips and stepped out of it.

Oh my! If not for all of the nudity, this would have been at the very least a memorable short-skirted fashion show.

I knew Shelby from Accounting; I had been in several meetings with her. I had occasionally undressed her mentally. Now I was about to witness the real event.

Shelby had such a big smile the whole time that she was stripping, and a look that said 'I can't believe I'm doing this!'

She took her lacy white bra and matching panties off slowly, thrusting out her barely B cups when the bra came off, then she stood there with her long legs nice and open after she peeled off her panties. Shelby was looking at me the whole time that she was removing her underwear. I acknowledged her striptease with a grateful nod.

She strode up to the circular rug in front of Marg's desk where we were directing our nude applicants to kneel and squat. My goodness: Shelby was so muscular and so limber that she set a new record for distance spread by long female legs today.

"Those are great legs! Are you a runner?"

Shelby turned her attention from me to Marg. "Uh... yes! I always compete in the marathon; I just broke into the top two hundred."

'Great legs?' I thought. Our rule about not commenting on the physical attributes of our nude applicants had just flown out the window.

Shelby was a financial analyst in Accounting. I knew she had to be making pretty good money.

"If I may ask, why do want to do this? It's a bit more money, but you do realize you would suddenly be the lowliest of the low; a gofer or a naked clerk at best."

She narrowed her eyes and gazed at me for a while. I took the time to gaze at her body. Shelby had perky little breasts, poky little nips, and a very flat tummy. Her ribcage was showing, which was a look I really didn't like. Down below, she was totally shaved. Not only was her hood right out there, I was also pretty sure that I could the poky nub of her clit sticking out, just above her puffy, purpled inners.