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 ï>¿MailGirls at IDG and Halloween by TwstdSail

   MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 1

   So I was going to tell you about halloween.  That was what?  Six months
after we had started running?  Eight months?  Seems like forever.  So yes,
lets go with that.  It had been forever of bouncing up and down stairwells
and hallways and standing in offices that I used to barge into telling
stories, but now I do it silently with my head down and my eyes at my feet,
and nearly nothing comes out of my mouth but "yes Sir" ok or "Sorry Miss
Jones, I'll be faster next time."

   Before I get too far into this story, l want you to think about what
it's like to go to the beach in a bikini?  I know, it's seems off topic,
but it's not.  When you're at the beach, wearing a bikini, even a teeny
tiny one like that rainbow tanga thing I wore in high school, even that, is
fine. 

   Hahaha, right that one that Dad threatened to spank me out of if I ever
wore it again, so I would wear in under the big blue one out of the house?
Oh, I'm sure he knows, he just let it go.

   Anway, it feels fine.  It's not embarrassing or anything.  Heck, lets be
honest, it feels sexy..  Yeah, you know you're showing some skin, and you
know the boys are looking, and a few girls, but it's awesome.  So sure, you
know, you lie on your towel and every now and again adjust the bottoms
around your cheeks when you think the lifeguard is watching.  And you do an
extra few wiggles getting into and out of the shorts you brought just in
case.  You know? 

   But now think about when you are there with friends and one of the girls
says "lets just go in our underwear, we don't need suits!" Well it's true.
My usual panties and bra cover a lot more than that bikini ever did. 
Especially if we went to play volleyball or something.  Then I usually have
on a sports bra and such.  Still it feels weird doing it.  Taking off your
pants and top and jumping in wearing a bra and panties.  Even when they are
cotton and super modest.

   Or..  or  -- again..  you're at the beach and wearing a bikini right? 
And you're fine with that.  Maybe feeling a bit sexy, a bit turned on.  You
run up and down the beach, go for a swim, whatever it is that you do. 
Then, the sun goes down it gets a little cooler and you put on your top and
skirt and you head up to the tiki for a drink.  Right?  Pretty normal day.
And you go to sit down and find out that your skirt has been caught somehow
the whole time, and you were walking around with your ass hanging out of
your skirt for 20 minutes.  It's humiliating!  Why is that?  It's the same
damn blue cloth, right right, rainbow striped, whatever, but it's the same
stuff you had on at the beach.  It's covering just as well, if not better,
now that you're not lying down on the beach or playing catch or something.
So why is that worse?  What's embarrassing about that?  What is it about
that?

   So apparently someone at work, can't imagine who, shrew girl Aikens,
caught on to this for half a second and decided to screw with us.

   Yeah, because she likes to humiliate us.  She likes to see us naked, and
she likes to try to make us blush and she likes to try and shame us.  And
you know in truth it's not that easy to shame someone who gets paid to run
around naked.  I mean, we are a pretty resilient bunch where shame is
concerned.  But she thinks up new things all the time.  I know the bus
wasn't hers, but dollars to donuts putting the princess chairs in it was.
I'm convinced beyond a doubt that having us come in to be waxed was hers.
Personally I even believe she is somehow filming that and getting off on it
at home.  She's just such an evil little troll.  You know it's that whole
thing about petite dictators.

   Heheheh..  I said dick.  Yeah yeah, we're both 12. 

   Oh huh, I don't know if she is getting off on it.  But I do think so,
not the fact that we are naked, the fact that we are exposed at her
command. I'm not saying she's a lesbian, I don't even think she is, I think
she gets off on control. 

   Ok, so right.  I mentioned how the driver of the bus, yep that's his
born name, driver of the bus of evil.  I mentioned that he calls us when
he's getting close and we have to be outside.  Right, so, the lowest
ranking girl goes first, she gets buzzed around 6:30, and we are at work by
8.  But along comes Halloween.  Shelia, who is number Twelve, gets buzzed
at 4:40AM with a "20 minute warning" and the rest of us all get the same
basic buzz "Twelve being picked up in 15 minutes.  Get ready." Well let me
tell you, I was asleep in my comfy bed, in my comfy room, of my comfy house
with no floors downstairs and I did not need IDG buzzing me out of bed that
early.  But I saw the text and didn't really think, i just rolled my feet
to the floor and started to get up.  I'm not even sure I realized how extra
early it was, because it was so damn early that I never got to think about
it!  Now I was Four the day before, so i had about an hour before they came
to get me, if it was yesterday.  But since you never know your number until
you're getting picked up, you don't really know how long you have.  It
could have been 20 minutes, it could have been 90 minutes.  But since you
don't want to keep the bus waiting, you get ready.  It doesn't take all
that long for any us now I guess.  We're up, we shower.  Hair into
ponytails, light make up, grab the jacket, out the door.  Most of us wear
very little makeup.  No one wants raccoon eyes all day long.  Well maybe
Monica does.  She's been weird lately.

   Why don't we want to make the bus wait?  We get in trouble.  We get
yelled at, we get shamed.  It's pretty bad.  Just Miss Aikens saying over
and over again "are you so much more important than everyone else at this
company that you can make every girl late?" Or "I'm confused, you're just a
MailGirl.  There are people here doing actual work, and yet you managed to
slow down the whole process." I think I told you what happened when one of
us was like two minutes late once...  we ended up kneeling on mats on the
floors!  And that wasn't even her fault!  One of the Staff people wasn't
ready for her when she got there, but he didn't want to endanger his job,
so he blamed her.  We aren't ALLOWED to walk, so how are we going to
'dawdle'?  It's absurd.  We're three speed girls; run, kneel, wall.



   MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 2

   Well that's the way it was.  Now it's a little different.  We got the
three strikes rule a couple of months ago.  Now if we get three strikes in
the day, that day doesn't count as part of the week and we have to come in
on Saturday.  It's funny, in a way it's not that bad.  Saturday is pretty
quiet.  I would say the staff is like 1/3 to 1/4 the size of a weekday, but
since there is only you, you might run a lot more, and usually a lot
further.  Beth had to be here last Saturday.  She said that every run was 5
or 6 floors, but that she only had to do a few runs all day.  So most of
the day was just spent on a pad.  Still it sucks to have to give up a
Saturday.  Also you have to take and pay for a cab to get you here since we
don't have parking passes, so that costs extra.  I wonder if I can get all
the girls to agree to give each other rides.  If I ever get a Saturday, it
would cost me the better part of $100 to come in.  Right right, closer to
70, but that's still the better part of $100.

   What's a strike?  Well -- I don't know.  I know if you're late to the
bus it's a strike.  If you're late on a run.  And someone said anyone could
strike you for insubordination too.  I have no idea what things count as
insubordination.  A lot I'm guessing. 

   Hahaha, I wish.  That was funny..  no..  we don't get to go home once we
have three strikes.  We don't even know we have them really until the end
of the day.  They text us our strikes at the end of the day.  And then you
know you're working Saturday.

   So where was I?  Right, skimpy bathing suits.  That's how we got into
this.

   Twelve got buzzed around quarter to five and told it was the warning. 
So she's up and getting ready fast.  Yeah, the higher the number the less
time you have to get ready.  If anyone ever becomes Ninety-Nine or
something they'll probably buzz her when they're pulling out of her
driveway, and do it at 3am.  When I got buzzed I usually have time to make
a cup of tea, read the paper, whatever.  But this was strange, so I was
going pretty quickly too.  The bus did in fact get to me at around 6:05 and
I was just standing there on the curb in my jacket.  It was so cold that
early in the morning.  I remember it was one of those days you're glad to
be getting on the bus just to get your toes warmed up. 

   The driver was in an awful mood.  He clearly didn't like being up early
any better than the rest of us did.  I would have asked him if he knew what
was going on, but we don't talk on the bus.  Yah, you know that movie "the
green mile"?  On their way to the chamber they get talked to.  We don't. 
It really is silent on the bus.  Just the sound of the bus taking us to
another day of groveling and running and being the subhuman that they want
us to be.  Yep, we get paid a lot for it, but  -- well..  just but.  It is
what it is.

   So we get to the parking lot and Miss Aikens is waiting for us in the
entrance.  She looks like she is going to immediately snap us to the wall.
I can feel the other girls groaning silently.  We all assume that we did
something and that we are going to spend the next two hours "Nose Tits and
Toes" while she berates us publicly about being stupid and slow girls who
can't even do the simplest job in the world.

   But that's not how it goes at all.  She asked us to gather around and
then she started apologizing!  Remember what I told you though..  the nicer
the greeting, the worse the day. 

   And then it comes.  "I am sorry we woke you all up so early today, and I
want you to know we appreciate it.  It's a big day here at IDG as I'm sure
you all know, we love Halloween, and we thought that you all could help us
decorate and really get into the swing of things." She smiled this big
smile at us.  If you saw it you would think she was the sweetest little
girl in the world, but let me tell you, it's the same smile the witch used
to get Hansel and Gretel into the candy house.

   I actually didn't know it was a big deal at IDG.  We did have a
Halloween party last year but it wasn't any bigger than most holidays. 

   They had a special breakfast for us, it was really good actually and it
had a halloween themed mini donut on each plate which was kind of nice. 
And we had our own pot of coffee.  Which was so nice!

   I never did tell you how that ended up did I?  We aren't allowed seconds
on coffee at the cafeteria.  If a member of the staff offers, you can have
one, they said, but a MailGirl waiting in line would make the IDG employees
uncomfortable, so we can't do that.  And no, before you ask, we would never
be allowed to approach a person and ask for the kindness of a refill.  One
girl, who I think is a receptionist for one of the research teams, she
offers to bring us coffee if she passes by you, but no one else does. 

   After we ate breakfast Miss Aikens had us all go down to the storage
rooms and grab some boxes out of the closet.  Boxes and boxes of Halloween
party decorations. 

   We started festooning the place in black and orange and gold.  We put
up some pumpkins that had been carved and ran little plastic pumpkins full
of candy around to all office spaces.  While Ten, Eleven and Twelve were
doing that, One, Two and Three, that's me today, were putting bows on
bigger pieces of candy with the little coffee to go cup stopper things that
had the shape of a cartoon zombie or werewolf on them.  Everyone else was
hanging streamers and putting up cartoonish ghosts.  Then we all carried
about 50 boxes of those halloween donuts up to the main employee lounge
area, but of course those weren't the mini donuts, they were regular donut
size. 



   MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 3

   And you know what?  For a while It was pretty fun.  I mean if we hadn't
been naked, it would have been pretty cool to be planning a party for the
IDG staff.  Being naked, that and that alone, was there to remind us that
we aren't part of the IDG staff, we are MailGirls.  When we finished up the
decorating it was nearly 7:15 and Miss Aikens told us to get to the gym for
some more Halloween stuff.  So, like the good girls we are, off we trotted
up to the gym, Miss Aikens following right behind.  And do not for one
second think we didn't notice that while she was a little winded by the
time we got there, none of us were.

    I think we thought this was going to be another place for the staff to
have a party today, or some other kind of party game.  Imagine our surprise
when we got there.  There were a bunch of people sitting in the locker room
with 4 little booths all set up for us.  "Well girls, as you know,
halloween is a huge day for us here at IDG and we are excited to have you
MailGirls be a part of it this year.  So, I know this breaks the rules a
little, and you can refuse if you want, but I was thinking today we would
like you to wear something -- costumes!"

   Listen to me..  and hear me well.  "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts."
When someone who likes to humiliate you offers you a gift, do not be
fooled! Do not think to yourself "well heck, I get to wear clothes." Do not
be lulled into thinking "how much worse would it be to run in a costume?"
It's worse.  And she wasn't being kind, or sweet, or in the Halloween
spirit.  Well maybe she was...in that goulish evil back from the dead
spirit way. 

   You remember those costumes the girls in my sorority wore?  Super
skimpy. Right, sexy nurse, sexy cowgirl, sexy cop, sexy lump of coal.... 
That's pretty much what I expected.  It's not what we got.  The costumes
were pre-assigned.  I was going to be an angel, more or less.  Everyone
else?  Well Beth was a schoolgirl, Shelia was a cow, Monica got to be the
cowgirl, Jessica was going to be a hula dancer, Mary was nurse, Margaret
was a cheerleader and Ruth was a genie, Tracey was a rabbit and Alice was
Alice in wonderland which easily could have been the most offensive, but
instead was kind of the most covering.

   Basically, all of the outfits included something like a skirt and some
other things.  For instance Margaret had on a silver and purple skirt, more
or less, and she got white tennis shoes (MAN!  I was so jealous of her
shoes!) she even got the little over the foot sock with the pom in the back
of it!  Then they put her hair in pigtails.  The rest they spray painted
onto her.  So it looked like she had on a sweater with IDG in letters on
the chest.  And, I guess I didn't mention this, they spray painted a
message on her back in bubble letters.  We all got one, but we weren't
allowed to tell each other what the message was.  Hers was "Get Excited!"
The skirt?  They were all about the same size, except for Monica and
Tracey's.  They were just about but not quite to the bottom curve of our
butts, so we were technically covered, but every time we moved we flashed
our butts and, well, you know.  No, Monica didn't get a skirt, she got, for
lack of a better word, assless chaps.  They covered her legs, but left her
butt and pussy bare.  They had fringes on them and were kind of funny.  You
would know exactly what I meant if you saw them.

   You want better descriptions?  Of my costume?  oh..  of everyone?  Well
--



   MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 4

   Jessica..  you do remember that she's the only one of us who has suntan
lines right?  And that just like we have to make sure we don't' have any,
she has to make sure she does.  So she is super dark and super white?  Of
course that's why they made her the hula dancer.  It's a dig at her. 
Everything, every single thing they do is a dig.  Meant to remind us of our
places.  You think Shelia was a cow by accident?

   So they made Jessica into a hula dancer.  She got one of those super
cheesy plastic green grass skirts, well, kind of, they obviously cut the
skirt shorter.  And they put grass skirt things around her wrists and a lei
on her.  On her legs they painted a fake-psuedo-kind-of-hawaiian tattoo
thing right at the top of her thighs..  basically a bunch of little arrows
pointing to her pu..  well you know.  And on her feet they painted fake
leaves going around her ankles, like she had on leaf socks.They painted on
a coconut bra, gave her a Honu necklace, and then on her back they wrote
"I'll shake it for you." I think it's tacky, but what the heck.  It's not
that much more tacky than being naked in the office I suppose.

   Let's see, well Shelia.  Hers was pretty much unnecessarily humiliating.
They gave her ears, horns, and a collar with a bell.  Hah..  MORE COWBELL!
But yeah.  Then they painted her white with black spots.  From her head to
her toes.  If it wasn't for the the fact that they liked to play on her
being fat (she is not, I bet she has 1% body fat now, but Miss Aikens still
shames her about it), and has the cowbell and some horns, you wouldn't know
if she was a dog or a cow.  Every time she walks that bell rings, she'll
have a hell of a bruise when she starts to run messages.  They gave her a
super tight, really stretchy skirt that just barely came to the top of the
curve of the back of her ass.  When she gets the chance to pull it down
she'll actually be covered, some girls would go to a club in a skirt just a
little longer than this.  But she has to run, so it's going to bunch up
around her waist..  is it another fat joke?  The back of the skirt had a
long tail attached to it with a poof on the end of it.  On her back they
wrote "Eat Me" crossed out the "Me" and added "more chicken." I think it
was kind of stupid.  Miss Aikens said that for the rest of the day she
wasn't allowed to talk, just moo like a real cow.  The look on Shelia's
face was stricken.  She was crumbling before our very eyes.  You could see
tears well up and it was going to be a fight between refusal and
submission. Just as she opened her mouth, either to say "Yes Ma'am" or
"hell no!" Miss Aikens interrupted her;

   "Oh!  No!" She said with an absolutely delighted gleam in her eyes. 
"That would never work today.  Never mind Six, you can talk..." she
paused.. "today anyway.  Tomorrow we will see."

   Let's see I told you Monica had assless chaps.  and they painted cowboy
boots on her feet and tied a hat to her head.  That's also going to suck
when we start to run.  I don't have to tell you what her back says..  no
no..  nothing to do with 'get along little doggies,' that's actually
creative.  She had "Em del paseo del vaquero" on her.  According to my
ninth grade Spanish that means "Ride 'em cowboy." But my spanish isn't very
good and, no matter what Monica says to Miss Aikens she can't convince her
she's not Spanish.  She's some Italian mixture.  I think.  She might be
full blooded Swedish for all I really know.  So above the chaps they had
painted a cowboy shirt on her and given her a bolo tie to wear.  Again,
stupid of them.  The little metal bits are going to make bruises and
possibly poke out an eye when she runs.

   It almost makes you wonder if they weren't trying to bruise us.  The
bell, the bolo, even the lei that Jessica had on is going to rub and give
her an itchy rash.  I'm sure Miss Aikens will just say that it's part of
the cost of being a MailGirl, but really, she's thinking that it's a
punishment for being a stupid woman.

   They made Becky into what was a really traditional French Maid.  They
gave her this super short twirly black skirt with a white fringe.  They
painted on black fishnet stockings and painted a fake little top on her. 
The top was black and white like a little butlers outfit but made with a
ton of lace and frills.  Those?  They are just a stencil.  It took seconds
to put the lace on.  They gave her a maid's cap and on her back they wrote
"I'll clean you up." Around her neck they put a collar.  Maybe a maid
collar, maybe a dog collar.  I have no idea. 

   Anyway who else?  Mary was a nurse.  They gave her a white spandex skirt
like Shelia's, and a nurses hat.  They painted her to look like she had a
lab coat on with nothing underneath it.  That was kind of sly idea
actually. They even painted on a name tag that said "Ratchett." They put a
stethoscope around her neck, again the bumping and bruising.  Maybe I
should think that it was more about making matching accouterment..  not
injuring us..  but it just doesn't seem like it.  They painted her legs to
look like she had on stockings and suspenders, kind of old school, and even
painted a garter belt on her that was under the skirt.  It was pretty darn
well done.  They tarted it up a little more by painting on a ladder in the
stockings, to make it look like she had been busy.

   Alice's costume, you want to hear all of these?  Well in a way hers was
the fanciest.  Basically Alice in Wonderland.  They painted a whole blue
dress on her.  Like a party dress.  They painted Mary Jane shoes on her
feet and added painted on tights that went all the way up her legs, from
far away you would think she really did have little girl tights on.  She
got put in crinoline, basically a tutu, for the skirt.  and it was blue
too. and stiff enough that when she moved it didn't.  I remember thinking
to myself "that's going to be itchy as heck when she runs." Around her neck
they put a heart locket and they put up her hair in pigtails.  I think they
didn't know what to do for the head and the necklace so they just made
stuff up.

   On her back?  Oh, they wrote "makes you bigger." Which is a reference to
something Alice ate in the rabbit hole.



   MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 5

   No, Tracey's rabbit costume wasn't related to the Alice costume.  It was
playboy bunny style.  They painted her to look like a one of those bunnies
who served drinks in the playboy clubs.  Even put whiskers on her cheeks.
Then they painted on a white leotard which was actually pretty amazing. 
From more than a few feet away you couldn't tell that she was naked. 
Originally they tried to use spirit gum to glue on the poofy white tail,
but you could tell that as soon as she started to sweat it was going to
come off.  So they put a belt around her middle and glued the tail to that.
It was a black belt so she had this black stripe right above her hip bones.
They talked about getting a garter belt but I guess it was too short
notice. Then they put a key around her neck.  One of those old style house
keys.  I guess that's what the playboy key looks like.  But anyway they
gave her that heavy metal key.  I guess that was going to be her weight to
carry. 

   On her back?  Well, I wish it was something cute like "hopping to it" or
"playboy?" But it wasn't.  That's not even nearly debasing enough.  No,
they wrote "I do it like a rabbit." These artists think they are
hilarious. 

   No, you are completely right.  I guess I hadn't really thought about it
but in a sense the playboy bunnies were the first MailGirls.  They were
more about the skin than the service and they treated each man like they
wanted nothing more than to serve them. 

   In this day and age, when so many things are messed up and regressive
and awful it's bad to be a MailGirl.  Hell it's awful to be a MailGirl. 
Nothing but a bouncing pair of tits and a tight butt running around the
office.  And absolutely the reason they chose us was that we are smart. 
It's not just about skin, it's about showing who is dominant and who is
just a piece of meat.  But think about that in terms of the bunnies!  They
were at the height of the women's movement!  A moment when women were
feeling incredibly empowered.  And they actually became animals serving
men. Uh yes, bunnies are animals. 

   Some of them defended it, saying that as a feminist it was ok to sell
their bodies.  Some said that they felt empowered by it because they were
the ones who chose to show off. 

   Well listen, I chose it too.  I singed that contract, even if it was
under some duress.  And I will tell you there is nothing empowering about
it.  It's reductionist.  It's a life designed and built around shaming and
disgracing us, and doing it for no reason other than that they can and it
is fun for someone. 

   Sorry I'm rambling and that was not my intention. 

   Costumes right?  Well who haven't we covered?  Hahaha.  Uncovered. 
Right.  You're hilarious.  You're a genius.  Everyone loves you. 

   So that leaves Ruth, me and Beth.  Sure I'll tell you about Ruth first.
Ruth was dressed as the genie from "I dream of Jeannie" which is some
1960's tv show.  They gave her these dauphinois billowing leggings that
attached to a very tight wide band around her waist.  They weren't actually
leggings more like strips of see through netting.  Underneath the belt...
over her girl parts...  they painted a really ornate bikini bottom.  When
she stood still she was pretty well covered because the layers of the
netting would all fall on her and she looked almost decent.  But that's
just it right?  We aren't ever supposed to be decent.  So whenever she
moved it opened up like a flower showing off petals.  Imagine wearing a
skirt of strips and you have the effect. 

   They painted red silk slippers on her feet.  You know, I mentioned that
Margaret got shoes and socks.  Real ones!  But none of the rest of us did.
I think it's another example of them dividing us.  I know I was jealous
that she had them.  I felt like I should get some and that it wasn't fair.
I was mad at Margaret.  Which was stupid of me.  But I was!  And you and I
both know that was the plan to divide us. 

   Anyway the belt.  I wanted to mention the belt.  They found one that was
wide enough to cover her belly button.  I didn't understand why it was so
wide.  But the reason was twofold.  First one of the artists told me that
it was an homage to the show.  The original Jeannie was made to cover her
belly button as it was considered too sexy.  Ha!  Can you imagine what they
would say about Ruth's outfit?  Secondly, and I totally missed this at the
time, they were making her a corset.  They wanted to make it harder for her
to run.  Almost certainly that meant she would get strikes and end up here
on Saturday.  Such jerks. 

   Then they left a bare patch between her belly and her ribs but they
painted on a little jacket.  Like the money's wear when they are doing that
organ grinder thing.  Aww look it up.  I'll wait. 

   So right they gave her that little jacket thing.  In the end she
probably had a lot less painted skin than anyone else.  They put a hat on
her head that was like a little pill box and gave her a veil.  She could
hardly keep the thing off her face but that's what the wanted.  A hint of
her face.  The original didn't have a veil.  I think it was just another
dehumanizing thing.  They also put a lovely scratchy scarf around her
neck.  Honestly I'm shocked they didn't give her shackles. 

   Her message?  What was that?  Hmm oh right.  "You get 3 wishes."

   So Beth.  She was dressed as a schoolgirl.  That means short pleated
kilt around her waist.  Ever been to that restaurant "Tilted Kilt"?  Their
skirts are ball gowns compared to the skirt they gave Beth. 

   On top they painted her into a sweater over a white blouse, and around
her neck was a real tie.  Red plaid like the skirt.  They left her legs
bare and painted her feet into black Mary Janes and frilly white socks. 
But that wasn't the best part..  worst part.  Before they gave her the
skirt they painted panties on her that were bunched up just at the tops of
her thighs.  Right, if they were real the would just barely not have
covered her totally bald little mound and lips and would have been just
under the swell of her cheeks.  I imagine you can guess what the back
looked like?  Exactly.  Again, you've got the game figured out.  They
painted her butt to look freshly spanked.  In bubble letters on her back it
said "Bad girl but Easy A."

   So me?  I was an angel.  They painted me into a white corset.  It did
not make my tits bigger but it's there.  And they painted white slippers on
my feet.  They wove a halo into my hair and put a necklace with a harp
about the size and weight of a silver dollar around my neck.  But that
wasn't the worst thing.  I got a pair of wings.  They weren't like normal
angels wings that just hang over your shoulders.  They had straps that went
across my chest.  Now these did push up my tits and make them look bigger.
But they also pulled those straps down tight.  They said it was so that
they wouldn't move during the day.  But really I've noticed that everything
is tight.  Everything Is designed to hurt just a little and show off that
we are naked. 



   MailGirls at IDG and Halloween 6

   They put sparkles all over me.  I was pulling those things out of my
personal nooks and crannies for days. 

   They gave me a white sparkly plastic skirt that was specially designed
to fly up in the back when I ran.  You know the ones that look like oil
slicks?  Purples and blues and silver and sparkly?  Each and Every step I
took sent the back of it flying so it looked like I was in the air and so
that my ass was on display.  To make it worse from just above the top of my
butt cleft, where I have those dimples, and snaking down my left thigh to
my ankle they painted a red devil tail.  I didn't even see it!  Then the
painted the words Heaven or Hell with an arrow point down on my back.  So I
am an angel devil slut girl.  Great.  Well no doubt if mom knew she would
joke about me at least getting a halo once. 

   A) no I don't have it so I can't try it on for you.  B) no I don't have
any pictures of any of us.  C) sadly even though it is a fire-able offense
to do it, yeah you can probably find some on the web. 

   Right.  There is one more.  Melissa.  She was dressed the most simply.
I'm not sure why they did it that way.  They took off her sticker and
painted the number 9 on her in four places.  Then they put her phone on her
just like every other day.  No hat.  They left her hair loose.  Nothing
else.

   So that is how the day started out.  We got up early, we decorated, and
then they put us in costumes.  You can see how it is going right. 

   You can't?  I thought you were getting ahead of the curve. 

   After everything was set up Miss Aikens called us over and said she had
one more little surprise for us, and that we were going to love it. 

   I know you remember.  I won't go into Greeks and gifts again.  She had
us all come over and pick up our phones and then she divided us up.  One
group; Alice, Monica, Ruth, Beth, and Tracey were assigned to go back down
to the party room.  They were told that they were going to be busy girls,
filling up the plates and keeping everyone happy at the staff party.  Their
job for the morning was to be the cheerleaders and happiness bringers for
the whole staff.  Alice was to stand at the front door and welcome
everyone. Miss Aikens laughed when she told Alice very specifically that
she wanted to hear her welcoming the staff into her hole. 

   Shelia was to be the coffee girl.  Keep the pots full, serve sugar and
cream.  Remember that Miss Aikens was going to make her just moo instead of
speak?  Well maybe that's not the worst thought.  Because instead of mooing
Miss Aikens made her carry a little pouch full of coffee creamers and every
time someone asked she had to say "Would you like some of my cream Sir?"
That's some sadistic stuff right there.

   The rest of the girls in that group were told to flirt with the staff,
fill plates, and keep people happy.  The party was to go from 9 to noon and
if people weren't having fun, we "would all be sorry" she warned.  Then as
if it were an afterthought she looked at Melissa and grinned.  "Especially
our own little famous MailGirl Nine!"

   The rest of us, except Melissa were sent to the tenth floor.  Up there
was a catered party for the executives.  They would be there between 9 and
10 and we were all to be standing "nose tits and toes" against the glass
wall of the conference room when they got there.  "But don't you girls mess
up that makeup!  That was very expensive you know!"

   Our jobs this particular morning were to keep their service items fill
and keep the executives happy.  "At all costs." She went so far as the say
that "now of course that doesn't mean anything illegal...  but you might
want to be broad in your definitions today!" She gave a little sorority
girl smile that means "and now I'm going to ruin you." 

   "This is very important.  There will be all of our top executives in
that room along with the top executives of a dozen other companies and
another dozen from government departments we work with." She took a deep
breath.  "This is very important to me girls..  do not let me down." She
gave a grin.  "Because personally I think it's not only schoolgirls who can
have red bottoms here at IDG.  I think it's also maids, genies, cowgirls
and," she looked right at me, "even angels.  Heck I think all MailGirls
should as well!  And if this doesn't go as I want it to, that will be my
suggestion to correct the problem."

   After a moment she looked at our group again.  "One more thing girls.  I
do want the group with the staff to flirt and be fun today.  But this
group...  you need to be as perfect MailGirls as any who ever walked the
face of the earth.  Fill plates with out asking.  Do exactly as you are
told.  Be sweet.  Be responsive.  Show how proud you are to be MailGirls!
But do not for a moment think that you are anything but MailGirls.  Do not
be overly familiar with the people in that room.  Is that clear girls?"

   A smattering of "yes ma'am" was greeted with stony silence.  She waited
and finally snapped "again girls." This time we all said "yes ma'am!" loud
and clear. 

   "Good," she said.  "Now for you," she turned in Melissa.  "You are the
famous Nine today!  The greatest MailGirl in the world.  You must be
pleased." 

   Melissa, Two who was now Nine, kept her head down and muttered. 

   "I couldn't hear you.  You get to be your personal MailGirl hero today!
Aren't you proud?"

   "Yes Ma'am..  I am proud". 

   "I'm glad to hear it," Miss Aikens replied.  "Because since you are the
famous Nine, you're our only MailGirl today.  I mean," she was barely
suppressing her own amusement, "how many do we need if we have you?  So you
are the only girl running today.  Maybe you'll be bored, maybe not.  Who
knows?"

   Nine nodded and now we all knew exactly how important it is to keep
everyone at the parties.   The more people who leave the parties, the more
Nine has to run.  We could actually exhaust the poor girl by noon if we
weren't careful.

   "Good.  So for this afternoon --" she paused, "you'll be running, in
costume, just like always.  But for this morning I want you always on the
mat in the main lobby if you aren't running.  Everyone should see how
dedicated you are."

   This is a horrifying suggestion.  Every run and then back to 1.  This
could add 20 flights of stairs to every run.  It's overwhelmingly hard. 
But Melissa just bit her tongue and said the words we all always say.  "Yes
Ma'am."  

   Why did IDG pick Melissa to be Nine?  I have no idea.  She's not the
best MailGirl or the best looking.  She doesn't even look a little like the
real Nine.  Maybe that's why?  So that they can show us that we will be
whatever they want us to be?  Regardless of who we are or what we want?  I
guess that makes the most sense. 

   And really that's kind of the point of a lot of the things that the
little witch does!  Hah yeah...  she should have been a witch for
Halloween. Or better yet an Egyptian slave driver. 

   So there it was.  Half of us were going to be servants to the staff and
half of us to the executives.  A day of filling up cups and plates and
being humiliated as slave girls. One girl split off by getting shoes,
another by having to run all day, all alone, not dressed, except as 'Nine'.

   Oh no, I agree with that.  Why do you think they had us doing the whole
serving thing.  The costumes were bad, the splitting us up was bad.  But
really it was the serving that counted.  Everything we had to get was
stored on the floor behind something.  Why?  So we would bend over to get
it.  Every time we bend over, we flash our pussies to anyone watching. 
Half of the things we needed on 10 were down on the other floor.  That kept
us running, sweaty, and our skirts bunched up.  Half of the other things we
need were being stored on the top shelves in the room.  Why?  In your bare
feet I want you to stretch up and get that coffee from the top shelf in the
kitchen.  You're in regular clothes and you tell me you won't feel your
torso stretching and your tits moving.  Tell me you won't wonder if your
skirt is flashing your panties at me.  If you're wearing panties.  But
yeah, that was the point.

   And it worked.  I can't tell you how many times I saw girls who are
MailGirls tugging down skirts that weren't going to cover anything anyway.
I even found myself doing it.  But that's not the really strange part of
that moment.  I mean it is, but it's not.  Ok, right, I'm standing there in
this white clingy skirt that would never cover me both front and back, and
I reach up to get down some more cups for coffee for the Big Guys and as
soon as I'm done, I'm there tugging my skirt back down.  Every single
person in that room is intimately knowledgeable about every crease and fold
between our legs, and there I am tugging and trying to hide.  I didn't do
that yesterday.  I just knelt on the mat and let go.  But here I am trying
to keep my legs closed and my skirt down.  Damn her.   So it's that.  It's
giving and taking away modesty.  It's putting it so close that we can
almost have it, and then showing us why we can't.  Every move is a
humiliation here.  Ever time we step or bend or twist, it's another chance
to show us just how low we have sunken.  And it's more than that -- It's
more taking.  Now we aren't just stupid girls who screwed up now have to
run messages around an office full of former friends and colleagues.  We
lost our jobs.  We gave up our social standing and our social networks.  We
gave up our rights to control our lives and we even gave up our clothes. 
And they took all of it for a few pieces of silver.  And they just take and
take.  And now they are taking more.  They took away our right to have the
job we had.  We aren't even naked MailGirls anymore; we are decorations. 
We are stripped servants who have no control over anything, even if we wear
anything.  They dressed us up like dolls and made us pose!

   And now they can do it again.  Do you think there is any way that we
don't end up wearing elf costumes and dressed up in bits and harnesses as
reindeer at the Christmas party?  Do you believe for even 1:1000 of a
second that we won't be dressed up and hopping around the office on Easter?

   Or if...  just if...  someone wants a naked girl serving tea at the next
IDG board meeting, what possible limit is there that stops them?  They
broke the rules and we let them and...  no insult to Ruth intended..  that
genie is not going back into the bottle.   

   And that my dear is where we started isn't it? 

   Go back to the beginning.  Walking around the beach in your underwear.
People seeing your bikini clad butt under your beach wrap.  It actually is
humiliating.  Who cares why?  And this is what someone knew.  If you want
to embarrass a naked girl, give her just enough clothes to almost cover up.
Cover her up just enough that she can't stop flashing everyone instead of
showing everything. 

   I know it makes no sense.  But I'm telling you that's what it felt like.
Don't believe me?  Next time you go to the mall wear that short skirt of
yours.  And don't wear panties.  Now ride the elevator and don't let
yourself hold down the back of your skirt.  I dare you.  Do it with a
bikini on.  Hell do it with a one piece on over granny panties and under
running shorts.  You still won't be able to not cover up. And now, no
matter what, none of us will every be able to cover up, or feel safe even
when we are covered.

   So now you tell me.  Who had on the most humiliating costume?  One of
the girls in skirts and paint or Nine?