This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 7 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
MY LOVER PAYS ME A VISIT -- OR WAS IT THE HEAD OF HR?
I spent all day Friday nervous that I would receive a call, an email, a personal visit from Joyce or anyone else about my exploits Monday and Thursday night in the warehouse. Did Olivia really have tape of me and 9? Was Rose perhaps compiling a "The Best of Monica and 9" tape as I write? No message was ever received; but I nearly panicked when Joyce came into my office unannounced at around 2:00.
She appeared to be stern faced and asked, "How have you been doing? We haven't talked since Sunday." I really did appreciate that she wasn't the lovey-dovey type who always had to call or text me. It added to the strictly business nature of our arrangement.
"I'm well, thank you." No admonition, yet. But I wasn't sure if I was out of the woods.
She continued, "You realize I have a lot of expectations of you." Oh, no. Was this it?
"Go on."
"I'm expecting you to make all the preparations for our Thanksgiving meal, including the shopping." Oh, well, I thought. Have I dodged the bullet of the great double bed caper?
"Of course. I would disappoint you if I gave you anything less. In fact, I've already arranged to pick up a 20 lb. turkey Tuesday. It will be fresh so it doesn't have to be defrosted. It will be organic, so it needs to be slightly larger in order to feed 12 people. I'm sure you wouldn't want to serve your guests anything stuffed full of hormones." I savored the irony of 9 serving us when she was stuffed full or estrogen and I was starting to stuff myself full of estrogen with my increasing diet of gruel. Joyce was reaping the benefit of my increasing hormone intake by a heightened sexuality which I'm sure she was enjoying.
"You are the perfect partner for me, aren't you. I'll give you a cash card with $400 to take care of all the shopping. Do you think that will be enough?"
"More than adequate."
"Buy yourself something nice with anything left over." I thought, a little tip for your whore, but I didn't say it. But it did remind me that I was little more than Joyce's whore. She said, "I need to get back to my office." She came over and kissed me, passionately.
"Joyce, that was nice, but is it really appropriate in the work place?"
"What's appropriate in the workplace is what the head of HR says is appropriate in the workplace." She winked, give me another peck on the lips, smacked my ass and disappeared. I smiled, enjoying the affection, but wondered, "Did she just give me the basis for a sexual harassment complaint?"
DATE NIGHT -- WITH 9
9 and I had agreed that she would come to my office after her evening shower in the fishbowl. We had arranged for this unusual rendezvous to start our weekend just to provide a little variety in our routine. Strange how such a chaotic and whimsical relationship needed "variety".
As I was waiting in my office for 9, I realized I had not filled out my December date calendar for Joyce to plan our activity for the month. I opened my email and went to an interactive calendar Joyce had sent me. The symphony on December 3 was filled in, but that was technically a November date. I scanned the proposed activities and nothing really jumped out at me. There was a performance of The Nutcracker on a Saturday. I wasn't 8 years old anymore, but I remembered fondly my parents taking me and my little brother to The Nutcracker in Atlanta. I always had fun then. Besides, Joyce liked my Tuxedo outfit for the opera, I figured my passive aggressive nature would allow me to dress up like a little girl for the evening. Handle's Massiah and a Mahler concert really did nothing for me. Besides both of those performances were on a Saturday and the ballet would allow me to fulfill my one Saturday per month obligation.
The were 3 Christmas "parties" listed. One was at the home of the COO. That sounded boring so I passed. I really couldn't distinguish between "The Everson's" and "The Stavros's" party. So I opted for the Stavros's party on a Tuesday. Maybe they would have some good Greek food. There was a Monday night party at the Milner's. I knew some Milners in Atlanta and they were some real party animals. Maybe I'd get lucky and I could just get wasted with booze. I assumed Jaime would be driving us.
The entry for December 30 was intriguing, "The Bacchanalia". Somehow I couldn't see Joyce attending an drunken orgy. Maybe it was just a geriatric version of a drunken party. It had the additional benefit of not being on New Year's Eve so I signed up.
There was an art gallery opening on a Friday. I would much rather have gone to such an event with 9, but I signed up for it. Perhaps Ted and Jennifer would be there.
I was finishing up my date card and I emailed it back to Joyce. A little after 8:00 9 came into my office. She was naked. We had made no real plans for the weekend, but I thought we could go to the Club 869. We could eat there and then dance afterward. I hadn't brought a dress for her to wear, so we decided to head to the warehouse so she could make herself presentable.
We got into the elevator and I hit the 2nd floor button to go to my car. She hit the 1st floor button, "No, we can just walk to the warehouse and then walk back to get your car." I thought it was a little inefficient route, but I acceded to her request. We greeted Evelyn Taylor as we left the building.
"Aren't you over dressed, Ms. Ross." I smiled. I wasn't sure if she was just kidding with me or not. I kept my clothes on as we walked to the warehouse.
9 grabbed the glam dress she kept at the warehouse and said, "Let's go." She carried the dress and walked out in her naked body. We returned to the garage but she still was carrying the dress as she got into the car.
"Are you going to put that one?" I asked her.
"There'll be plenty of time in the parking lot at the club." I could have told her I wanted to go back to my apartment to change, but there really wasn't anything wrong with my business clothes I wouldn't be the only woman at the club dressed this way.
Sure enough, when we parked the car, 9 got out of the car and got dressed. There were people in the parking lot and an audience gathered around. She pretended to ignore them, but I'm sure she was basking in their adoration.
We went inside and were shown to a table. We ordered drinks and some bar food. I started the conversation, "Last night was sheer ecstasy. I've never been so happy in all my life."
9 replied, "I can't believe you actually walked naked to the warehouse. Whatever possessed you?"
I took 9's hand in mine. "9, I want to share all of your experiences. I want to climb into your shoes and be you."
She giggled, "But I hardly ever wear shoes any more."
"Alright, I want to crawl into your skin and be you."
"Are you saying that you want to become a mailgirl?"
"No, no, no. I just haven't expressed it very well. The sexual creature, the brazen peacock strutting her stuff. The person addicted to sensual pleasures. That's the person I want to be."
"But aren't you already?"
"I think I'm getting there."
We talked awhile longer.
"Oh, Monica, I forgot to tell you. I have to work tomorrow. You know, demerit buildup."
"I'm disappointed, but I certainly understand. Are these genuine demerits or are they Olivia imaginary demerits?"
"No, they are real. I've been a little late in making some of my deliveries. For the past week, I just haven't had any short deliveries. Every delivery has originated on the 21st, 22nd or 23rd floor and been to the 28th, 29th or 30th floor. And the return delivery has always been the opposite. I haven't made any deliveries on the 24th through the 27th floor in over a week."
I couldn't attest to every delivery 9 had made, but I do know that I had not seen her on our floor, the 25th, in over a week. "That bitch Olivia, don't you see that she's fucking with you again? She's trying to exhaust you or make impossible demands on you. Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm sure she is doing this to get back at me."
"Do you think?"
"So naive." I raised my hand, smiled and caressed her face. "I'm going to say something to Joyce Monday night."
"Would you do that for me? Maybe there are some benefits to being the bosses mistress . . . ."
I smiled and corrected her, "her concubine".
"Yes, her concubine, I hadn't appreciated it before." She smiled and announced in a comical stage voice, "I'm my boss's concubine's lover. Yes, I like the sound of that. You're right, it is kind of comical when you say it like that."
We both laughed. In a way, I was glad that she was accepting the whole situation and seeing the humor, the advantages that can flow from it. The DJ was playing a slow song. "Come, let's dance. I need to hold you in my arms." I held her body close to mine. I sensuously rubbed he ass as we danced. The estrogen that I had been ingesting the past week or so was starting to kick in and I knew we were going to have to have an early evening so that I could seek a release of the hormones building up within me. We danced one more song, then we finished our food and drinks. "I want to take you home and make love with you." We called it an evening shortly afterward and went home.
We made passionate love. I set the alarm so that I could throw something on in the morning and take 9 to the Seahawk building in time for her to be at work. We agreed I'd come back after work to take her out dancing again. "I'm working the 42nd floor tomorrow. Demerits." She gave a wry smile.
"What time will you be through?"
"Probably not until 11."
"Why don't I just go to my office at about 10 and wait for you there. Just come by when you are through." We agreed and sealed our agreement with a deep kiss.
SATURDAY NIGHT DATE NIGHT
The next evening, at 9:00 I put on what I call my full loincloth dress with the open sides. I wore no bra and panties. I did button the three straps on each side that provided some modesty by keeping the front and back flaps closed, but I knew they would become unbuttoned before too long. I brought the party dress 9 kept in my apartment for her to change into. I parked in the parking garage of the Seahawk building and went up to my office.
Just after 11:00, 9 came in with 2, 7, and 11. "16" were holding hands. I gave a casual greeting, "Ladies." 9 dropped 7's hand and came over and kissed me. I asked, "Are you ready? Do you ladies want a ride back to the warehouse?" 2 answered for them all, "No, we'll just walk back."
"Do you want to dress, 9?"
"When are you going to learn, the world is my dressing room. If you insist, I'll get dressed in the club parking lot." I wondered when is she going to dispense with clothing completely, but I dared not bring it up." We got into the elevator. 9 and I got off on the 2nd floor, but the other girls, still naked, continued down to the 1st floor. When we exited the parking garage, we saw the girls, naked, hand-in-hand, walking down the street. They weren't escorted, nor leashed nor collared. But they also weren't being harassed. I honked and they all waved at us as we passed.
In the parking lot of Blush & Blu 9 did put on her dress and shoes. A young girl greeted us as we came in. We could see Liz on stage emceeing karaoke. 9 said, "Oh good. We are still on time for karaoke." We sat at a table, ordered some food and drinks. Then 9 grabbed my hand, "Show time,"
