 Agent Mailgirl

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- Author's note: Another unfinished story from my archives, to help out those stuck at home in these times!

- This was totally inspired by the 'mailgirl' universe on Literotica, which is just like our world, except now it's legal to bribe/force/coerce professional women to work in the nude in the office, delivering letters around to laughing men!

	If you want a LONG, sometimes hot, sometimes philosophical read on what inspired me, try Seahawk76's 'Confessions of a Mailgirl' here:

	https://www.literotica.com/s/confessions-of-a-mailgirl-ch-01

- For something shorter, try Liz Aston's 'Mailgirls Xmas' here:

	https://www.literotica.com/s/a-very-merry-mailgirls-xmas-ch-01 or

	'Mailgirl Number Six': https://www.literotica.com/s/mailgirl-number-six

	This is not a femdom world, much more femsub, where any attractive professional woman could suddenly find herself naked at the mercy of powerful men, if she wants to keep her job!

	Hopefully this is the first of many chapters of Agent Mailgirl to come. Enjoy!

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Agent Mailgirl

- From FBI Agent to nude, helpless, possibly lesbian corporate delivery girl... in less than a week.

- Part 1

- Sunday, 1:17 pm

	Brooklyn Yates stood out from all the other FBI agents sneaking down the dimly-lit Chinatown hallway.

	First of all, she was the only woman in the group.

	Secondly, standing at five foot nine in her naked feet, with long, runners' legs, a dancer's grace but a cross-fitter's confidence, a long blond ponytail and high cheekbones, she was absolutely stunning. Even a few of the more experienced members of the FBI's tactical Critical Incident Response Group (CIRG) were having trouble keeping their eyes off her tight, athletic ass in her skin tight jeans as they followed her down the hallway.

	But thirdly, and most importantly, she was the only one of the group who knew where the fuck they were going.

	Flashlight in one hand, handgun in the other, twenty-seven year old Brooklyn Yates from the FBI's Human Trafficking Division counted the numbers on each ill-fitting, paint-peeling apartment door they passed, looking down near her feet for the sign her informants had tipped her off about...

	240...

	242...

	244-

	There! A deep, multi-colored scuff on the door frame, right at toe level, where scores of Chinese sex workers had 'accidentally' knocked the tips of their high heels against the frame as they passed, going to and from forced calls for many months, making a gouge in the softer wood that they had hoped someone, some day, would notice...

	 This one,  she mouthed to the CIRG team leader, silently pointing at door 244 then getting the hell out of the way.

	The taller and muscle-bound men on the CIRG carried shotguns and wore thick black body armor, clunky black combat boots, and black riot helmets. Brooklyn carried only a slim Glock and wore a tight t-shirt under a bulletproof vest, jeans, and light running shoes.

	The huge, muscular black man in head-to-toe body armor got his team in position with barely a sound, then reared back with his massive steel battering ram and-

	CRACK!  FBI! HANDS UP! FBI! 

	The CIRG team burst into the room like a flood, shotguns at the ready, checking corners and doorways. Women screamed, one man tried to reach for something but got a beanbag fired into his chest from a CIRG shotgun resulting in more screams and yelling-

	And then one of the doors far down the other side of the hallway- room 257- burst open, and a tall, confused, panicked-looking Chinese man in a track suit ran out, saw the hallway full of FBI agents, and took off in the other direction.

	 WE'VE GOT A RUNNER!  Brooklyn yelled, and the CIRG team leader, still in the hallway, threw down his steel battering ram and took off after the sprinting man.

	After a moment, so did Brooke.

	Her long sure legs ate up the distance, even as she stripped off her bulletproof vest as she ran.

	By the end of the hall she had caught up with the CIRG team leader in his hot, heavy body armor.

	By the middle of the stairs she was within three steps of the runner as he raced towards the first floor and daylight.

	And by the ground floor she was close enough to put on one last, desperate burst of speed and tackle the taller man before he had made it even five steps onto the sidewalk.

	 You're under arrest ASSHOLE!  Brooklyn yelled, holstering her handgun and trying to get her cuffs onto his wrists before he spun around.

	But the taller, heavier and stronger man fought back, getting leverage with his arms as he tried to resist being cuffed by the athletic but lighter woman-

	And this is why you Crossfit, Brooklyn thought to herself, grunting with effort as she used both her arms AND legs to take the leverage back from the man who easily outweighed her by fifty pounds, bending one of his arms behind him, then the other-

	Click!

	And when the CIRG team leader finally came huffing down the stairs, Brooklyn was sweating but happy, sitting with her jeans-clad ass on top of her cuffed suspect's back, reading him his Miranda rights.

	 Holy shit- you caught him?!  the team leader panted as he took off his riot helmet, wiping the sweat pouring from his smooth, shaved forehead.  When he got to those stairs, I thought this fucker was gone! Who knew white girls could be so fast? 

	Brooklyn arched a eyebrow at him, panting a little herself.  And I thought black guys were supposed to be faster. 

	 Hey, I was a lineman in college. They paid me to be fat, Agent Barbie. 

	Brooklyn frowned.

	She didn't particularly like the nickname, and all the connotations it carried for a young, tall, thin blonde woman always surrounded at work by men. But the CIRG were a close-knit group, more like a Seal Team Six than desk-bound investigative agents like her, and they all had nicknames for each other.

	And as one of the younger agents in the NY field office- one who desperately wanted to keep getting CIRG help for her Human Trafficking raids- it was always better to be on the inside than the out.

	She forced a smirk back.  And I was a track star in college, Jonesy. They paid me to be fast. 

	The tall muscular man laughed, still sweating in his heavy body armor and the New York summer heat.  That explains it then. Here, let me help you up Agent Barbie- 

	Jones grabbed the suspect by the arm too, hauling them both up with ridiculous ease compared to what it would have taken Brooklyn.

	 Tell ya' what- next time you go for a run in Central Park, maybe I'll tag along,  he laughed, checking the cuffs.  Especially if you wear those hot little spandex shorts I always see cute white girls jogging in.  He winked at the smaller woman.  You got a pair of those, Agent Barbie? 

	She smirked, blushing a little.

	She didn't mind a little flirting from the taller, charismatic, muscular and very married CIRG team leader either. It made her feel like a woman, especially after the FBI's mandatory 80 hour work weeks for rookies had crushed her non-existent dating life to dust.

	As long as he kept it professional.

	 In your dreams, Jonesy. 

	 Awwww, come on- 

	A pitch-black SUV with blacked out windows and FBI plates came screeching to a stop on the other side of the street and and a tall, lean agent in a tailored black suit got out, his piercing blue eyes quickly scanning the scene to land on-

	 Agent Yates! To me, please!  he barked, pointing at her, then crooking his finger.  I've got an urgent case for you, directly from Regional Director Gorsuch. 

	Brooklyn looked back at Jones, who just shrugged his massive shoulders, meaning he didn't know what this was all about either.

	 Case?  Brooklyn said, handing off her suspect to Jones as she brushed a few stray blonde hairs out of her face.  We're sort of in the middle of something here. What kind of case? 

	 The urgent kind,  the lean agent said.  Now get inside the vehicle, please. 

	Brooklyn swallowed, her feet moving almost by instinct!

	At 27, she was still very much a junior agent. Today's successful raid notwithstanding, she was about as far to the bottom of the FBI totem pole as you could get without being a trainee. And this man with the piercing blue eyes and sexy, close-cut three-day scruff looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties and thus a senior agent, used to ordering teams of 3 to 5 junior agents around on important, front-page cases all day. There was an authority to his voice, and Yates somehow felt compelled to follow.

	And she had always been a sucker for a sexy, close-cut three-day scruff.

	 Agent Bishop,  was all he said by way of introduction, briefly shaking her hand as he ushered her towards the back of the still-running SUV.  Financials. 

	 Yates. Human Trafficking. 

	She found herself looking the attractive agent up and down, as if they were meeting at a bar! Agent Bishop wore the same black suit all mid-thirties male agents in the FBI seemed to wear, but he wore it well.

	 Good collar back there,  Bishop said, nodding at the suspect Jones was taking back inside.  You probably just caught 1% of the 1% of the sex traffickers we know about in this part of the city. 

	Brooklyn felt her smile towards Agent Bishop fading, sexy three-day scruff or no.  What? 

	 Yates! Come in! Sit down!  barked an early-sixties, grizzled man, chomping an unlit cigar inside the back of the SUV, waving her inside with one thick, meaty hand.

	Brooklyn jumped, still too winded from her foot chase to be properly aghast!

	When Agent Bishop had said he 'had a case directly from Regional Director Gorsuch'- she hadn't expected the Director to be sitting right there in the back of the car!

	 Yes sir! Sorry sir!  she gulped, quickly getting inside.

	In her year and half at the FBI's New York's field office, she had never even SEEN Regional Director Gorsuch- much less had a face-to-face with him!

	 Good collar out there,  Gorsuch repeated, as Bishop closed the car door, leaving the three of them in semi-dark, air-conditioned silence.

	 Yeah,  Bishop agreed getting out a file.  You're a real one per-center. 

	Brooklyn swallowed her indignation, looking only at Director Gorsuch!  Thank you sir! 

	 But now we've got something more important we need your help on,  the old man continued. He sighed and leaned forward, unlit cigar still in his mouth.  But first, we need to ask you a few questions, to make sure you're the right agent for the job. 

	A big case?

	With someone from Financials?

	Brooke wiped away the slight sweat on her forehead.  Yes sir. Of course. 

	Gorsuch nodded at Bishop, and the slightly smirking agent opened the case file on his lap, holding a pen just above a piece of paper.

	 Now, you're an unmarried agent, correct? 

	Brooklyn nodded.  Yes, that's correct. 

	 And no current boyfriends? You're totally single? 

	Brooklyn felt a slight blush starting to rise to her face! This wasn't the type of question usually asked to MALE agents before taking a case!  Yes, also correct. 

	 And no tattoos or piercings anywhere? Not even a little dolphin above your ankle for your happy 18th? 

	Brooke pressed her lips together even more tightly!  Correct. No tattoos or piercings, except my ears. 

	 And finally...   The attractive agent looked her up and down, narrowing his eyes.  You're what? About 5' 9  and 120 pounds? 

	Brooke snapped around to face Gorsuch.  Sir, what's this all about? 

	The old man waved his meaty hand again.  It's important to the case, Yates. Just answer him. 

	The young blonde turned back to a smirking Bishop, her lips pressed very tightly together!  Yes. That's about correct. Sir. 

	She put some sauce on the last word, but Agent Bishop was too intent on filling out the form on his lap to react. Satisfied, he closed his folder and nodded to Gorsuch.

	The old man turned to her again.

	 Yates, what do you know about a company called NPI Holdings? 

	Brooklyn took a slow breath as she turned around, giving herself time to think.

	At least they were talking about casework again, and not her body!

	 They're one of the fastest growing firms in the financial world,  she said after a second.

	 Headquartered right here on Wall Street. Not too big, not too small, and not very well known by the public, since they mainly do complex financial transactions, credit default swaps and the like. They've got a reputation for bending the rules as far as they can, reportedly doing business through shell corporations with restricted entities like Venezuela and North Korea. And that the guys in Financials have been trying to bust their CEO on suspicions of money laundering for about 2 years. 

	Sitting next to her, Bishop whistled.  See? I told you she was more than just a pretty face. 

	Brooklyn pressed her lips together a little tighter, not taking the bait!

	Gorsuch nodded, ignoring Agent Bishop.  Good. Because we have reason to believe that their CEO, Jeff Hastings, is meeting with an undercover banker from the Republic of Iran this week, to carry out another one of those billion-dollar credit default swaps personally. If he does, he'll violate pretty much every international sanction there is. 

	 And we only have one chance to catch Hastings in the act,  Bishop added.  Once that swap goes through, even if we grab Hastings and the banker afterwards, the money's still in a thousand unmarked digital accounts around the globe, ready to fund terrorism anywhere and everywhere. We have to block that swap before it happens. 

	Brooklyn looked back and forth between the two men, confused.  So get a warrant. Raid his office. 

	 We need hard evidence to raid the office of a huge Wall Street firm,  Gorsuch growled, displeased.  Not just a rumor overheard at a coffee shop! 

	She was still confused.  So tap his phones. Get an informant. 

	Bishop shook his head, just once.  Hastings is too smart to talk about this over a phone. 

	 And all our previous informants have failed to get access to him,  Gorsuch spat.  We don't even know for sure if this Iranian banker is in the country right now! Having some janitor turn state's evidence doesn't get us what we need, to nail a CEO of a major Wall Street firm! 

	 What we need,  Bishop said, studying her,  is someone inside of NPI Holdings. Someone who's free to range throughout the entire building. Unencumbered. 

	Brooklyn was looking back and forth between the two men, stopping on Gorsuch.  Sir? I still don't understand. I'm in Human Trafficking. 

	The Regional Director sighed his deepest sigh yet.  Yates, have you ever heard of mailgirls? 

	And Brooklyn's stomach dropped three floors!

	 Sir, you've got to be fucking kidding me! 

	Watching her, Bishop laughed.  So you have heard of them. 

	 Of COURSE I've fucking heard of them!  Brooklyn snapped back, her shock making her forget where she was or who she was talking too.  Every woman in the country has! It's ridiculous for such a thing to be happening- in America?!- in 2020?! Grown women, running all over private offices, delivering packages- totally NUDE? It's CRAZY! 

	 Calm down Yates,  Gorsuch interrupted, holding up a hand.  Nothing's been decided yet, we're just exploring options.  He waved his meaty hand at her again, motioning with his unlit cigar.  Now, what exactly have you heard about mailgirls? Be specific. 

	Brooklyn shook her head and swallowed, not knowing why her pulse was getting so much faster, and her face was heating up at the same time!

	 Mailgirls were started as a joke,  she started, trying to calm down,  by some crazy old CEO in Japan, they say. He was having trouble, with people not reading his memos. Japan is old school- not much email, but a lot of formal typed memos between departments, especially in upper management,  she gulped, trying to remember the articles she had read many months ago!  Since no one was reading his memos on time, this crazy old CEO ordered his HR team to find two cute young interns in the building who would deliver them by hand to their destination- in the nude! And they did! 

	Bishop chuckled, shaking his head.  Every salaryman's dream. 

	Swallowing, Brooklyn went on.  Everyone thought it would be some sort of short, stupid experiment, but of course, junior executives started immediately paying attention to all memos handed to them by a beautiful naked woman running directly into their office. And then sending their own memos in response, which immediately got read by others too. Productivity went up, employee morale went up- 

	Bishop laughed.  I'd take fewer sick days if we had them in the Bureau, that's for sure. 

	Brooklyn was shaking her head, feeling her heart pound and her skin start to flush!

	 There were legal challenges, of course, from having totally naked women running around a corporate office, but the program persisted, and Hiromoto Heavy Industries became leaner, faster, the talk of the business world. The idea spread to Europe, where nudity isn't as taboo, then came to America through some software start-up in Silicon Valley, because of course it did.  She shook her head.  And it slowly spread, to an insurance company in Seattle, then a few accounting firms in Chicago-  Brooklyn shook her head again, blushing harder!  And now five of the Fortune 500 use naked women to deliver packages and memos inside their buildings- and the number is growing every year! It should be illegal! 

	Bishop laughed.  And why is that?

	She spun on him, eyes on fire.  Because it's a situation tailor-made to exploit vulnerable women! I don't know how they're getting these girls to sign those contracts, but they're pressuring them into it, I know they are!  she finished, her face fully flushed now.  But mailgirls never give interviews, no one outside the companies even usually knows who they are, and they're tied up in iron-clad, military-grade, non-disclosure agreements, even if they wanted to talk! I once tried to get my Agent in Charge to let me start a human-trafficking case against the five Wall Street firms that use them, but every DA on the east coast is scared shitless to even bring a case against- 

	 Enough history!  Gorsuch barked, cutting her off.  But what do you know about mailgirl life specifically Yates? About their day-to-day? 

	Brooklyn gulped, not sure why her heart was starting to race again!

	 They have to be... totally naked, sir. From the moment they enter their company's building in the morning, to the moment they leave at night. They have to sprint to deliver packages between floors, timed down to the second by these crazy GPS smartwatches taped to their arm. And they have to sign these horrible two-year contracts before they even get their first paycheck, and they have these ridiculous grooming standards- 

	 Smooth as a whistle, from ears to toes,  Bishop laughed, watching her face go totally red!  They must go through a lot of razors. 

	 Director!  Brooklyn gasped, afraid to think about why her heart was pounding!  What's this really about?  She gulped.  Are you asking me... to use my contacts in Human Trafficking to turn one of NDI's mailgirls into becoming your informant? Because there's no WAY I can do something like that in anything less than six months ti- 

	Gorsuch held up his hand again.  NDI Holdings just put out an open casting call for new mailgirls, training starting at 9 am tomorrow, less than twenty hours from now. We just found out about it.  He looked up at her, his eyes apologetic.  We need you to be at that casting call, Yates. 

	Brooklyn felt her whole world come to a halt.

	 SIR!?  she blushed, the blood rushing to her ears!  I'm... an FBI AGENT! 

	 Yes you are, Yates. And right now, we need your help to catch some bad criminals. 

	 But... I've got a MASTERS degree in Constitutional Law!  she gulped.  And now you want me to VOLUNTEER to become... a NUDE package delivery girl?! 

	To her right, Bishop's smirk was a mile wide.  We took a poll among the boys in Financials. Everyone agreed, you'd have the best shot of anyone in the office. 

	She flipped him off.  Oh, fuck you- 

	 Calm down Yates!  Gorsuch barked, cutting her off.  I won't tell you again! 

	 Sorry sir! I just... can't- 

	Under her shirt, Brooklyn's heart was absolutely going crazy, her palms getting sweaty!

	Other men in the bureau-

- ones she had to work with every day-

- had taken a VOTE about whether she'd be successful, running throughout a busy New York office building, delivering mail, TOTALLY NAKED-

	 Unfortunately, Agent Bishop is right,  Gorsuch admitted, swallowing hard himself.  We needed a female agent with no romantic attachments, no tattoos, and of your... approximate build- NDI's rules, not mine.  At least he was decent enough to look slightly embarrassed about the whole thing, unlike the smirking Agent Bishop!  And you were some sort of track star back in your college years, correct? We assumed that would help you deal with the... um, physical exertion. 

	Oh fuck - Brooklyn gasped to herself. The bastards had probably looked up her college athletics record in her personnel file! They had decided on her for this mission, before she had even stepped foot in this car!

	Gorsuch coughed.  And we needed someone... attractive enough to have a good chance of getting invited up to Hastings' office during her first week there. Even in a building where they've got fifteen other women running around all day in their birthday suits. To put it bluntly, that's you Yates. If I had to guess, I'd call you... well, you're an 8 out of 10. 

	Bishop laughed.  Maybe even a 9. After a little makeup.  He smirked.  And a slight change in uniform. 

	Brooklyn felt herself panting again!

	He meant a uniform- of nothing but her bare skin!

	NO!

	They COULDN'T be asking her to-

	 Sir!  she gasped, feeling the flush climb up her neck!  I don't think you understand... what you're asking of me! 

	The old man was firm.  All we're saying is get in, get evidence of the meet, and get out. 

	 Sir!  she repeated, still shaking her head!  I can't do this! I'd be-  The word sent an electric shiver up her spine, all the way to the junction of her tightly crossed legs!  -totally naked! 

	 Not your first week,  Gorsuch countered, pointing at the folder on Bishop's lap.  It says right on the application: mailgirls in training are allowed to wear bikinis, their first week on the job. 

	Bishop chuckled, handing her the paper.  I guess it helps them ease into it. 

	Brooklyn felt the walls of the car closing in. The application form was already filled out! With her name, weight, height, and everything!

	And even in a bikini, running around a fully staffed office building like that would be-

	 Sir! I just can't do this! 

	Gorsuch frowned, working his meaty jaw from side to side.  Yates, we've been trying to bust NDI Holdings for as long as I've been Director here. If you agree to be our undercover for this operation, I'm prepared to offer you...   He frowned, working his jaw again.  ... your own Human Trafficking task force when you get back, with two junior agents underneath you. And a budget to match. 

	Brooklyn swallowed hard.

	No other woman in Human Trafficking had ever had their own New York task force!

	Not at her age!

	It was a promotion that would put her on the fast track for Senior Agent- maybe even Regional Director one day!

	But there was a small worry crawling around her stomach that even Brooklyn didn't dare think about for too long-

	 Sir, I'm sorry- I can't! 

	 You know,  Bishop said, crossing his arms,  when I joined the bureau shortly after 9/11, agents were working 20-hour days, sleeping in the office 7 days a week, and turning over rocks in the 100-degree desert, looking for terrorists. 

	She glared at him.  It's not exactly the same- 

	Bishop pointed at the Director.  And back in his day, rookie agents had to speak fluent Russian and German to even get through the first interview. And deal with the possibility of the Mob sending their wives or daughters back home one finger at a time, if they were getting too close to busting a big New York crime family. 

	 I'm not saying- 

	 But if you think you can't handle running around in a BIKINI for ONE WEEK to get a collar on the biggest financial terrorism case we've had in 10 years,  Bishop spat, opening the car door to let the noisy NY street back in.  I guess you can always go back to busting five dollar pimps on the street one at a time, Junior Agent Yates. 

	The way he said the word shot ice into Brooklyn's heart.

	Every rookie had been told the stories of senior agents who had turned down dangerous assignments, preferring to keep working in the relative safety of their office.

	Cubicle Warriors, other agents called them.

	And cubicle warriors were always passed over for meaningful promotions, always overlooked when assigning budgets or new equipment...

	And usually retired at 55, never having left their original desk!

	 Sir!  Brooklyn gulped, looking directly at Gorsuch, ignoring Bishop's gaze!  If I do this, no one in the bureau can know! I won't be taken seriously by the other agents if they knew I had- 

	Pranced around a busy New York office building in nothing but my bikini top and thong, delivering letters with a smile!

	Gorsuch held both hands up.  No one will know. We'll use the standard protocol for agents going undercover- we'll put you on 'administrative leave' for the duration, this portion of your record will be sealed Top Secret. And the only contact you'll have with the Bureau while undercover will be a daily check-in call, with your handler. 

	Brooklyn felt her heart rate starting to slow.

	None of her co-workers would ever know - and it would only be one short week in a bikini, after all - for a promotion that might fast track her career for the rest of her life!

	She gulped, not believing she was almost agreeing to this!

	 Who... who would be my handler, sir? 

	The smirking man next to her stuck his hand out.  Agent Frank Bishop. A pleasure to meet you. 

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	Sunday, 9:23 pm

	It had been a long, exhausting day for Brooke.

	NDI had a ridiculous list of preparations for new mailgirl applicants: fingernails painted, toenails painted, hair cut long and styled, eyebrows threaded, entire body waxed, asshole bleached- (Brooklyn had drawn the line at doing that one!)- but she hadn't been poked and prodded like this since preparing for her high school prom!

	Sure, she had won Prom Queen back then, being taller and blonder and with bigger tits and longer legs than any girl in her small Midwestern town, but now she was competing against women from New York City-

	Get a hold of yourself, Brooke- she had told herself while a stern Korean lady was waxing her thighs.

	You only have to make it one week! It's not like you're going to work there as a mailgirl forever!

	A NUDE mailgirl, trapped and helpless in a building full of rich, powerful, clothed men...

	 Hey!  the Korean lady had yelled.  No squirm on TABLE! 

	 Sorry!  Brook had yelled back, blushing!

	Finally getting home, she had tried to research what life as a mailgirl might be like, but NDI's website was frustratingly scant on actual details about their program, even while it lovingly went into detail about the Mailgirl Monitoring Unit, or MMU, that she would be wearing while on the job.

	Black, lightweight, waterproof, attached with a tight, lockable lycra band around her upper bicep, it would report her position, speed, and orientation down to the inch, through sensors everywhere in the building.

	A touch screen allowed others (but not the mailgirl) to assign pick-ups and drop-offs, rate the mailgirl, and even assign demerits, whatever those were.

	There were many pictures online of slim, naked, Asian women wearing their MMUs, kneeling submissively behind stern suited men in Japan, where mailgirls had started. They looked so small and delicate, yet their posture was perfect! Brooklyn sighed in relief when she read that Japanese mailgirls, while constantly naked, were absolutely forbidden to be touched by any male employee of the company, under pain of immediate termination and shaming of the male employee!

	But then she found articles about Italian mailgirls, who were basically free-use sex slaves to everyone in their entire company- one article even had a picture of one incredibly tall, beautiful, long-legged, big-breasted Italian model bent butt naked over her desk in a very crowded office, her mostly-clothed boss thrusting at her from behind (and doing a really good job at it, if the orgasmic look on her face was to be believed) in front of a crowd of laughing, cheering co-workers!

	And Brooklyn had no idea why that image in the article made her skin flush so hot!

	She quickly clicked to another website before the heat between her thighs got any-

	Her phone rang and Brooklyn nearly jumped into the ceiling!

	She was going to ignore it but then saw the caller ID: 'Director's Office', so she swallowed and answered it.

	 Yates. 

	 Yates, this is Gorsuch,  his gravelly voice shot back.  I just wanted to ask if you're... well, are you ready for tomorrow? 

	She swallowed as she tried to ignore her desert-dry throat.

	Despite her research, she hadn't found even one photo from inside the walls of NDI in New York- like they were protecting some huge secret or something! She had no idea what she might be walking into on Monday morning!

	 Yes sir!  she gulped.  I'm as ready as I can be! 

	 Good. Well, I just wanted you to know, Hastings has been on our radar for a long time. But without evidence, he's been untouchable. So we really appreciate what you're doing for us here. 

	She gulped, standing there in her bare feet, feeling her naked thighs rub together under her robe.  Thank... thank you sir! 

	 And I wanted to add... this is a big case, and a big get so... if, during the course of your investigation... you find yourself needing to remove your bikini to get more access, well, you have my permission. 

	Her stomach trembling, her throat tight, Brooklyn could only gulp:  Thank... thank you sir!   That's all. Good luck tomorrow. 

	And the Director hung up.

	Brooklyn threw down her phone, put on her thickest flannel pajamas and wool socks and, shivering in bed, and tried (and failed) to get some sleep before her first full day as a mailgirl in training.

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	Monday, 8:45 am

	Butterflies invaded Brooke's stomach as she stood outside the lobby of NDI's ultra-modern, forty-story office building in the middle of Wall Street.

	She wore a modest but tight knee-length pencil skirt, a pressed white silk shirt, a smart blazer, high heels, and underneath it all, her thick, very conservative two-piece Speedos she wore to do laps in the FBI pool.

	She could have chosen the red string bikini in the back of her dresser that an over-eager college boyfriend had given her, but Brooklyn knew what she had to offer- she didn't need to stoop to the level of those strippers and exhibitionists answering NDI's open casting call- she could win a spot in the program fair and square!

	Long enough to get the dirt on Hastings anyway!

	And Brooklyn had promised herself she wouldn't even get topless during the interview. If needed, she was prepared to slip one of her thick bikini straps down her shoulder to show the interviewer some of her naked back- but that was all!

	She knew the other mailgirl candidates would probably be perverted exhibitionists, wearing the tiniest possible bikinis during training to increase their chances of getting in. If she had to match them-

	Brooklyn gulped as she imagined running through a crowded NY office building- with just pink dental floss between her naked ass cheeks and tiny pink triangles barely covering her hard nipples and smooth pussy, with men like Agent Bishop laughing and spanking her ass as she passed-

	She shook her head and walked up to the security desk before she lost her nerve!

	 Brooklyn Reynolds,  she told the guard behind the large, ornate welcome desk inside the expensive NDI lobby. (On short notice, it was always better to go undercover with your own first name, so you could quickly respond if someone yelled it out.)

	 Ahhh, another mailgirl,  the man laughed, taking the application from her hands.  Nice. 

	He was probably already picturing her naked already!

	Well fat chance buddy! Brooklyn thought. A thick Speedo is the best you're going to get!

	 You new girls sure are eager to get started!  he laughed, throwing her application into a folder.  Go on and wait with the others, the trainer will be down to get you at 9 am. 

	Brooklyn looked where the man was pointing, to the left behind the security desk.  The others... ? 

	She had spotted the group of four women talking at the end of the counter and assumed they were somehow employees or visitors at NDI- they didn't look like strippers at all!

	Two were tall, well-dressed professional women in skirts, jackets and high heels, just like her. One was a beautiful younger girl in a sundress and one was just in jeans and sneakers, looking like someone's daughter.

	And one was even wearing chunky glasses!

	 Go on sweetie,  the security guard laughed, giving her a blank Visitor's badge as she passed his desk.  It's probably the last time you'll all see each other- with your clothes on! 

	Swallowing her biting comeback, Brooklyn stepped over to the other women, her stomach uneasy and her rarely-worn high heels clicking on the clean marble floor. The conversation between the waiting women hushed when Brooklyn got close.

	 Hey,  she said, giving a nervous half-wave to the others. At least she didn't have to fake that part of her cover!  I'm Brooklyn. 

	 Victoria,  a tall, dark-haired brunette in her early thirties said, obviously uneasy as well.

	Brooklyn looked the woman over: slim, pretty, long-legged, but she also looked like she had advanced degrees, a high-class job- why the hell would SHE be doing something like this?

	 Carla,  said a young Mexican girl in the short sundress and low heels, smiling back at Brooklyn, but obviously nervous too.

	She should be, Brooklyn thought, she looks barely a day over 19!

	But also hot, like a taller Selena Gomez with longer legs, shiny black hair and bigger breasts, Brooklyn noticed, with the glow of youth still on her- and her smooth, bare legs under that short sundress looked amazing! If Gorsuch thought she was an 8, this new girl might easily be a 9! Brooklyn thought, her stomach getting tighter at having some stiff competition for a mailgirl spot!

	 Hey Carla,  Brooklyn gulped, swallowing hard.

	 And hi, I'm, um, Sam!  the cute girl with the glasses said, blushing. Unlike the others, she was wearing skinny jeans, a simple t-shirt and converse sneakers, and didn't look anything like the 'mailgirl type'.

	She was cute, Brooklyn thought, but not a model or anything. Slim, with maybe only A or B cup breasts, and no different from 90% of girls found on any college campus. Brooklyn guessed men might rate her a 6 out of 10.

	Maybe a 7.

	 Or Samantha I guess- oh I don't know!  the nerdy girl continued, blushing.  I mean, we're all going to just be numbers soon, aren't we?! 

	Brooklyn gulped, remembering her frantic research from last night. Most companies crass enough to institute a mailgirl program only referred to the women by number: Nine, Seventeen... but never their name. A faster way to dehumanize them.

	Just like sex traffickers, Brooklyn thought to herself.

	 And I'm Sandra,  the last woman said, a very attractive blonde in her late thirties. She had long, slightly curly hair, expensive jewelry and a very tight red knit dress that ended mid-thigh which showed off a lot of her toned legs, tight butt and very obviously fake tits.  Sandra Lincoln,  she added, as if that meant anything to Brooke.

	Definitely a trophy wife, Brooklyn thought. Maybe a former fitness instructor or NFL cheerleader? Used to living in a multi-million dollar condo on the upper east side and being limoed everywhere, Brooklyn guessed. Why the hell would SHE apply for a job like this?

	And like all the other women, Sandra looked like she might pass out from nerves too!

	Why were these other women so nervous? Brooklyn thought to herself. Her Human Trafficking senses were starting to go off! Unlike her, they should have all been here by choice!

	 So, do you mind if I ask,  Brooklyn began, her heart rate climbing as she tried not to watch the clock on the wall ticking towards 9:00,  why are you ladies, um, doing this? If you don't mind my asking? 

	The tall, educated Victoria swallowed and answered first.  Well, they offered me the Vice Presidency of my old department, if I made it through the whole two year contract. 

	Brooklyn's eyes got bigger.  You worked here? At NDI? 

	The brunette nodded, now blushing a little harder.  I was one of the best contract lawyers they had. And I'm only 33, so being VP of the entire Legal Department at 35 would have been a pretty good bump.  She brushed back her long brown hair nervously, revealing a long, elegant neck and slightly red cheeks.  So when Mr Hastings came to by my office last week to say he had 'had his eye on me' for a while...   She was blushing so hard now!  ... I couldn't really say no! So career advancement was my reason, I guess. How about you? 

	 Me too!  Brooklyn gulped, blushing back.  Career advancement! 

	She didn't want to admit how close to true that was!

	But at least SHE wasn't going to get totally naked for it!

	Brooklyn quickly turned to the young Latina with the great legs in the short sundress.  How about you? 

	Carla squealed and put her face in her hands.  Oh god, I don't know! My parents, they were Catholic, always so strict! Growing up, I never got to wear short skirts or even dresses that showed off my ankles... and I was working two jobs in the city as a waitress, trying to make rent each month, when I read about the open casting call... and if I get in, I'd make twice each year as much as my Dad does- and he's owned his own construction business for 20 years! 

	Brooklyn's eyes got even bigger.  Really? The money's THAT good? 

	 $200,000 a year, tax free, with bonuses of almost $50,000 for 'exceptional performance',  Victoria said, the lawyer now looking at Brooklyn more closely.  Didn't you read the compensation package before you decided to sign up? 

	 Of course I did!  Brooklyn gulped, ashamed she had almost blown her cover already!

	She hadn't looked at the pay scales last night, since NDI's website required you to submit nude photographs of yourself before it would calculate your 'expected mailgirl earning potential'. Brooklyn had skipped that demeaning foolishness, since she was going to quit after a week anyway!

	She had assumed it would be the standard slightly-above-minimum-wage rate for office temps- but that was more than some doctors made! And twice what she was making as a rookie FBI agent!

	 The money's good, obviously,  Brooklyn said, trying to recover,  but I'm just saying, there's got to be something else involved, to make women like us... you know, sign up for something like this! 

	The nerdy Sam swallowed then, adjusting her glasses.  I um... got hand-picked by Mr Hastings too, last week. I had been in NDI's IT department for about 3 months, and I really loved it, but I guess my co-workers, um, recommended me for the program? 

	Victoria shook her head.  The pigs. 

	Brooklyn nodded- she knew what that felt like too!

	She swallowed.  But if you already had a good job... why didn't you say no? 

	And now Sam was blushing all over her face too!

	 I did at first! But then Mr Hastings offered to pay off ALL of my student debt and all of my brother's student debt in addition to the normal mailgirl salary so...   She blushed, looking at the taller women in heels.  ... that's like a big compliment, right? That of all the women in the world, he wanted to see me naked so bad, that he offered me $75,000 extra over the normal salary? 

	Now Brooklyn knew something was up!

	Sam was the SECOND girl here who had been personally picked by Jeff Hastings to be in the mailgirl program- and he had paid an extra $75,000 to get this cute but not exceptional looking girl to be nude in his building, when he could have hired a hotter, taller stripper with much bigger tits for a third the price?

	Maybe there WAS a human trafficking angle at play here!

	These women needed help!

	The older trophy wife Sandra laughed down her nose at the younger girl.  Honey, men want to see every woman they know naked. You don't have to be Cindy Crawford. 

	Brooklyn looked at the tall, blonde trophy wife who had just spoken.  So how about you? What's your reason for doing this, Sandra? 

	Now that older woman blushed hard!  My reasons for doing this are my own!  she snapped, crossing her arms over her great fake tits.  And I'd rather not talk about it right now, thank you very much! 

	Brooklyn recoiled from the rebuke, but she had gotten worse from informants in the past.

	And this rich, pampered woman was clearly being forced into doing this! Maybe Brooklyn could get closer to her throughout the day, to see if she needed help, and then bring a task force to-

	Either the sudden yelling or the clock ticking another minute towards 9 shook something loose in the young Carla. The hot Latina in the short dress shook, covering her face with both hands.  Oh god, I'm about to pee myself- I can't believe I'm about to be... NAKED IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE! 

	Brooklyn gasped!

	If the sexy Carla was going totally nude her first day, that might make it a LOT harder for Brooklyn to get accepted into the program too!

	She didn't want to get into a nudity arms-race with these women- that could only end badly!

	Victoria rubbed the younger girl's shoulders.  It will be alright honey.  The woman swallowed.  At least I hope so. 

	So TWO of them were getting totally naked today?!

	Fighting down her exploding nerves, Brooklyn looked at the other two, the nerdy young Sam and blonde trophy wife Sandra.  How about you two?  she gulped.  Are you planning on, um, taking- 

	 OH- there she is!  Sam gasped, looking over Brooklyn's shoulder.  She's here! 

	Brooklyn looked over her shoulder, confused.  Who- 

	And she froze as a tall, perfect redhead entered the lobby.

	The redhead wore thick, mirrored aviator sunglasses on her radiant, smiling face.

	Her slim arms and smooth shoulders were totally bare in a sexy push-up strapless top that barely covered the nipples on her full, beautiful, double-Ds, and made them bounce enticingly with every confident step.

	She wore a bright pink ruffled skirt that stopped in the middle of her long, alabaster thighs, her open-toed stilettos looking more expensive than the entire contents of Brooklyn's closet. Her smooth shiny legs transfixed Brooklyn with every step and she looked like the girlfriend of the richest playboy in the world-

	If Gorsuch thought Brooklyn was a 8- this woman was probably a 15!

	The confident redhead walked right up to the group of nervous women, her expensive high heels cradling her sexy naked feet with each step, stopped right in front of them and ripped off her sunglasses in dramatic fashion.  The new mailgirl candidates, I presume? 

	She was standing closest to Brooklyn, and while Brooklyn had never been anything but straight, the mere presence of this redhead transcended sex, like a magnetic pull on everyone around her!

	The FBI agent couldn't speak- only nod!

	The other three nervous women gulped or murmured as well.

	 Good!  the stunning red-head giggled, sliding her folded sunglasses into her purse.  It's nice to see we've got some really sexy bitches applying this time round. 

	Brooklyn's mouth went dry. If THIS girl was a mailgirl candidate, Brooklyn had NO chance of getting in!

	 Are you,  she gulped, her throat tight,  ... here to apply for the mailgirl position too? 

	The redhead giggled.  You don't know who I am? Oh dear, you don't work here, do you? 

	Both Brooklyn and Carla shook their heads.

	 So two of you walked in off the street to be mailgirls?!  the redhead laughed, looking at them.  Wow, you must be really eager to get butt naked in public then! 

	Brooklyn's face was burning hot!  No! I'm just here because- 

	She couldn't blow her cover!

	 -the money!  she finished, knowing that sounded even worse!

	 I hear ya sexy!  the redhead laughed, giving Brooklyn a little hip bump.  Money is the ultimate aphrodisiac for girls like us, huh? 

	Brooklyn was blushing, for many reasons!  No! That's not what I meant- 

	 So let's get started then!  The redhead gracefully spun on her toes to face the security guard, who had been not-very-discreetly eyeing all the girls up, especially the redhead, the entire time.  Heya Howie! What's Mistress Lee making us give you this time? 

	The man grinned, relishing the answer.  Same as always.  He held up a big clear plastic bin with the letters 'NDI Mailgirl Program' stenciled on the side.  Shoes, purses and phones in the bin, ladies! 

	The sexpot laughed as she bent down- gracefully, at the knees- to unclip her very expensive high heels and hand them over.  Awww, is that all?  she giggled.  And I wore my special red thong panties, just for you, Howie! Tell you what, if you want to come get those later, come take your lunch on the fifth floor today, okay? 

	The guard's grin was a mile wide!  You got it, Mailgirl One! 

	Brooklyn swallowed.

	Mailgirl ONE.

	Mailgirls only had numbers, not names-

	But did that mean this stunning woman was just the first mailgirl at NDI - or the BEST?

	The amazing redhead deposited her expensive heels into the bin the grinning guard was holding up, then her purse, leaving her barefoot and empty-handed. Brooklyn gulped as the elegant Victoria followed suit, and then Carla, and then Sam-

	Her purse was full of face documents for her cover ID, but her phone was actually hers!

	And her only lifeline to the FBI, if things went south!

	 Will we...   Brooke gulped,  get these back at the end of the day? 

	Both Mailgirl One and the security guard laughed, as the other women deposited their cell phones too.

	 Of course honey,  the redhead laughed, waiting barefoot.  We're not monsters. 

	A blush rising to her face, Brooklyn took off her barely-used high heels, a shiver going up her back as she stood on the cold marble floor, in just her naked feet!

	 Okay ladies!  Mailgirl One laughed, as the guard put away the bin and buzzed them through the gate.  Time to start the most exciting day of your lives! 

	She skipped inside the steel doors, with the other barefooted women and Brooklyn reluctantly following, her breath and pulse going faster already.

	It was such a small thing, but for Brooklyn Yates, used to working in buttoned up FBI offices all day, walking into the bowels of a buzzing, busy office building in just her naked feet made her feel totally exposed already!

	And she heard the security guard laughing as the thick steel doors closed behind them.

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	Monday, 9:05 am

	 -and here at NDI Holdings we do the most complex financial transactions in all of the banking world,  Mailgirl One continued, walking backwards in her bare feet, pointing at the different corporate posters and portraits they passed, like she was leading a tour group at a museum! Victoria and Sam already knew this, so the redhead was really doing the tour for Brooklyn and Carla.  From credit default swaps to negative interest sovereign loans, NDI's commitment to innovation is- 

	 Um, excuse me?  Carla gulped, raising her hand as she stood barefoot next to Brooklyn. The poor girl really DID look like she was about to pee in her dress!  Aren't we, um, mailgirls I mean, not allowed to wear clothes anywhere inside the building? 

	Mailgirl One laughed like a pleased college professor.  Yes, and two points to you!  she said, reaching out to tap the surprised girl's nose!  Normally, we'd enter through the loading dock in the basement and strip there, so the security desk could lock away our clothes until 1 hour after your shift ends, but Mr Hastings and Mistress Lee like me to take the trainees through the lobby on their first day, to make it a little easier for you to adjust. 

	Brooklyn gasped as she felt an electric charge shoot through her body!

	To be forced to strip totally nude, on a busy loading dock before being allowed into the building!

	And to have your clothes LOCKED away, to REALLY be nude and helpless, trapped inside the building until you were released- She was getting the same stomach tumbling feeling she had had looking at mailgirl pictures last night! Shaking her head, Brooklyn tried to refocus on her mission!

	She raised her hand like Carla had.  Does Mr Hastings usually, um, work that closely with the mailgirl program? Or is he too embarrassed to be seen with the company's nude delivery girls in person? 

	 On the contrary!  Mailgirl One laughed, turning a corner in her bare, arched feet,  Mr. Hastings takes special interest in seeing that all our new mailgirl candidates are well-trained their first week! So you'll probably get some extra hands-on time with him, as soon as today or tomorrow!  The redhead gave her a wink.  Especially you. He just loves tall, leggy blondes- you're just his type, Sexy! 

	Brooklyn blushed- this woman, who looked like she could easily be a Playboy centerfold- was calling HER sexy?!

	 Um... thank you! 

	The redhead winked at Brooklyn again as they turned another corner.  And FYI, you're my type too. 

	Brooklyn was embarrassed how much that made her heart jump!

	Not that it could ever come to that! Brooklyn reminded herself. She was on an important mission!

	And not a lesbian!

	Mailgirl One brought them to an abrupt stop at the end of a long hallway, in front of two imposing, richly-crafted wooden doors.

	 Now,  the tall, leggy redhead giggled, her green eyes shining.  Do any of you ladies know the number ONE duty of any Mailgirl? 

	The slim Sam raised her hand.  To deliver the mail on time? 

	 Hell NO!  the redhead laughed.  The number one duty of any mailgirl is... to make things more FUN! 

	And she turned to open the big wooden doors to reveal a room with nearly a hundred young men in suits and ties on phones in front of their computers, all shouting orders at each other or into their phones. It wasn't as crowded or chaotic as the NY Stock Exchange, but it was close!

	 Welcome to the Trading Floor, ladies! 

	When the men saw Mailgirl One leading the group into their room, a huge roar went up!

	And Brooklyn felt a huge shot of adrenaline course through her veins!

	 Here we go ladies, right here to the center,  the redhead laughed, leading them into the direct middle of the room.  Now, these brave boys bring in the first level of revenue to NDI Holdings, our stocks and bonds sales from domestic buyers. And as future mailgirls, our job is to make their job... more FUN! 

	The crowd cheered again, almost no one was paying attention to their computer screens now, Brooklyn noticed, as the tall, busty redhead started to unzip the sides of her tight corset dress, right in public!

	Brook gasped. She couldn't mean to-

	The men cheered the loudest of all as the redhead's strapless push-up bra came into view, her perfect tits somehow magically supported by the underwire, stunning in their roundness and fullness. The cheers got even louder as she unzipped her skirt to reveal a thin red g-string that barely covered her smooth, shaved pussy and left her perfect buttcheeks almost totally bare!

	 Strip off your top layers, girls!  she laughed, swinging her clothes above her head.  Tops and bottoms into the bin! I want to see those sexy undies! 

	And there was another of those hated 'NDI Mailgirls' clear plastic bins, right there in the center of the trading floor- like they had known the tour would stop here!

	The men were soaking in Mailgirl's One body as she strutted back in just her undies.

	 GOD DAMN! 

	 You ALWAYS bring it, Mailgirl ONE! 

	 Fuck me, she's perfect- 

	The woman- in just her tiny bra and panties now- took a bow, one foot crossed over the other like a Broadway actress, the smooth white globes of her ass pointing right in Brooklyn's direction!

	The crowd was going wild!

	 Come on ladies!  the sexpot sang, unfolding herself and dropping her corset and skirt into the bin,  Get those top layers off! 

	Reluctantly, the older Victoria and Sandra took off their suit jackets for cheering frat boys ten years their junior, unbuttoning and folding their jackets carefully before putting them in the bin, then unbuttoning their formal dress shirt or dress to reveal lacy bras, no where near as daring as the busty redhead's.

	Brooklyn estimated the lawyer Victoria to be a respectable C, but the trophy wife Sandra had big, fake DD's, comically large on her slim, toned sexy frame.

	And then they were unzipping their pencil skirts to reveal expensive thongs over surprisingly tight, firm asses!

	 Oh god, oh god-  young Carla was muttering, as she lifted her short sundress over her head in one motion to stand there in a modest bra and panties, covering herself with her hands! Brooklyn put a hand on the shoulder to steady the girl, like Victoria had before, and the girl blushed and thanked her!

	The men, enjoying watching the older women getting down to their undies, grinned at the sexy young Carla's discomfort but basically ignored the plainer, flat-chested Sam revealing her basic white bra and panties, everyone now looking at Brooklyn instead.

	 Come on, Barbie!  one of the men laughed.  What are you waiting for? 

	Brooklyn blushed- would that nickname EVER stop following her around?!

	Just because she was tall and blonde with 36Ds-

	But all the other girls had already stripped to their underwear and everyone was looking at her-

	Brooklyn's shaking fingers started unbuttoning her shirt.

	Well, here goes nothing-

	The men's anticipation, keyed up when watching the tall, stacked Brooklyn take off her jacket, quickly turned to boos when she unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a thick, two piece Speedo top.

	 What the hell? 

	 That's like a sports bra or something! 

	Tough luck assholes, Brooklyn grinned internally, putting her suit jacket and shirt into the bin, her face still burning red. If we were out on the street, I could have a CIRG team drag your asses into an unmarked van- to get waterboarded for a few hours!

	Taking a deep breath, she unzipped her pencil skirt to reveal her wide, conservative Speedo bottoms, and now even Mailgirl One was looking at her, one eyebrow raised.

	 Bold choice there, Sexy. A thick ugly swimsuit instead of cute undies? On your first day? 

	Brooklyn looked around- all of the other girls except Sam were in sexy bras and panties! No one else was even wearing a bikini!

	 But I... I thought- 

	Mailgirl One shook her head and dropped Brooklyn's clothes into the bin.  Well, come along ladies, we've got a LOT more of building left to tour!  she said, jogging towards the door.

	The other women were only too happy to follow, to get out of that feeding frenzy of cat-calls!

	 Come back Mailgirl One! 

	 Fuck, look at that ass- 

	 I've got to see her fingering herself again before I go home tonight- 

	Heart pounding as they raced out the door, Brooklyn was SURE she had heard that last sentence wrong- That COULDN'T be what he had said!

	Right?

	The tall redhead, now in just her bra and panties, led the jogging group into a wide, industrial stairwell.  Okay girls- your first flight of stairs!  she called back to the blushing women.  Get used to them- mailgirls aren't allowed to use elevators, for any climb of less than 10 stories! 

	And Brooklyn gasped as the mailgirl took off running- leaving behind four women standing in just their bras and panties inside the stairwell, who had to follow or be left behind!

	The group ran up after her, with Brooklyn bringing up the rear, with Carla's tight, round, tanned young buns in their cute lace panties bouncing right in her face as she ran, and Brooklyn had to fight to look away with each step!

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	They stopped two floors later, all the women except Brooklyn panting from the fast, relentless climb. Brooklyn still did 2 miles on the treadmill every day, and even SHE had barely been able to keep up with the sexy redhead!

	Looking closer, Brooklyn could see that Mailgirl One was hiding some serious muscles under her curves- her ass was solid as a rock, her sexy abs were as flat as Brooklyn's, and her long, smooth legs were as tight as any dancers!

	 And now our second stop on the tour!  she laughed, barely winded, putting one hand on the doorknob.

	Coming up the steps last was the nerdy, glasses-wearing Sam, and when she reached the group on the landing, the barefooted bra-and-panty clad girl started gasping and blushing anew.

	 NO! Mailgirl One- please! Not HERE! Not YET!  she cried, covering her plain white underwear with her hands, turning even more red!

	Brooklyn didn't understand what was happening until she turned to read the sign next to the door-

	'3rd Floor'

	'IT Department'.

	It was Sam's old office!

	But the sexy redhead just laughed.  Anyone want to know the SECOND rule of being a mailgirl? 

	No one answered.

	 Mailgirls Are Always Composed,  she finished, then she slipped two fingers inside the waistband of Sam's plain white panties and pulled her inside the open door!

	And Sam had to follow, or be stripped naked from the waist down!

	After a second of shock, Brooklyn and the other women followed as well- whatever this was, they couldn't let Sam go through it alone!

	The men in the IT department didn't look up at first when Mailgirl One dragged the panicked, silent, barefooted young girl into their dimly-lit floor of chest-high cubicles. But soon enough one of them gasped.

	 Holy shit- is that SAM? 

	 She's in her bra and panties! 

	 She really did it! She's a MAILGIRL! 

	Now heads were popping up all over the cubicles as men fought to look!

	 She's not a mailgirl yet!  one of the fatter male co-workers laughed.  She's only in training- real mailgirls are totally nude nude nude! 

	 Well she will be SOON!  Mailgirl One laughed, pulling the girl to the dead center of the floor.

	 Oh god!  the young brown-haired girl gasped, covering her face and her breasts and her crotch, as her whole upper body turned red and Mailgirl One kept pulling her forward by the waistband of her thin panties.  Oh god oh GOD! 

	 That's not one of the approved poses for mailgirls,  the redhead chided the covering girl, stopping her right in front of her shocked co-workers.  I guess this is a good place as any to teach you girls the real poses! 

	It was definitely NOT a good place to teach them- Brooklyn saw, as most of the floor space between cubicles was taken up by racks of old computer parts and frames. But it WAS, if the goal was to humiliate Sam!

	 Please!  the young girl begged, shaking her head, still covering her bra cups with one hand, her pantied crotch with the other, pressing her legs together.  Not here! 

	 Right here,  the redhead giggled.  Right now.  She turned and addressed the tour.  Okay girls- 'Feet' position! 

	Victoria and Sandra snapped to attention- like they had been studying some secret handbook Brooklyn didn't know about- standing with their feet shoulder-width apart, arms behind their back, shoulders up and eyes forward- the perfect position to submissively display their body for every man in the room!

	Oh hell, Brooklyn thought. This was going to be humiliating!

	But at least she wasn't wearing thin panties like the other girls-

	Blushing very hard, the shy Carla mimicked the older women, and a shaking Sam did too, closing her eyes as she blushed deep red! Brooklyn gulped and followed suit, but keeping her eyes open.

	Mailgirl One walked down the line, offering small corrections.

	 Shoulders back a little more, hon- show off those great fake tits!  she told Sandra.

	 Feet a little wider, chin up, there you go!  she laughed to the blushing Carla, making her stand taller.  You're a fucking 10, girl, show that body off! 

	But when she got to Brooklyn, the redhead leaned in close.  Clasp one wrist in the other hand behind your back- just like handcuffs- there! Doesn't that make you feel so much more helpless, Sexy? 

	Brooklyn blushed, because it did!

	She was in perfect position to have her body displayed to anyone looking!

	She felt totally helpless- and exposed!

	 'Feet position' is what you will take up immediately after arriving in any room to receive or deliver the mail,  Mailgirl One told them, while the IT department sniggered and watched.  And you will stay in this position until you get released. 

	 Or until I get release!  one man laughed from the back.

	Mailgirl One grinned, then said:  Next position: Knees! 

	Again, the older Victoria and Sandra were the first, going to their knees on the carpet, their pantied butts resting on their bare heels, hands on their bare thighs, spines straight but eyes down again- even more submissive than before!

	This was the pose Brooklyn had seen in so many pictures from Japan!

	This one the girls got easily, even Sam, who still had her eyes tightly closed!

	 Oh god oh god...   the red-faced girl was muttering, her hands on her thighs, as her former co-workers laughed, looking her underwear-clad kneeling form over!

	Brooklyn thought she had nailed it too, until Mailgirl One leaned in close, her perfect breasts right in front of Brooklyn's eyes, to whisper:  Knees further apart, Sexy- you haven't lived until you've felt the floor's air conditioning blowing over your totally bare pussy. 

	Brooklyn gasped, as the image of that, and the perfectly breasts nearly spilling out of their bra right in front of her eyes, and the warm breath of this sexy woman blowing over her neck- had a sudden, overwhelming heat building all up and down her neck and face and between her legs!

	Thank goodness for the thick bikini! Brooklyn thought.

	 And now,  Mailgirl One laughed, looking at the eager guys,  ... Inspection Position! 

	Sam's eyes flew open.  No! 

	 Stay composed little girl,  One reminded her, pulling Sam to her feet by her panties again, making the smaller girl yelp.  Everyone- up, up, up! 

	Brooklyn watched the other girls raise high up on their naked tiptoes, bare legs totally straight, chests out, with their fingers interlaced behind their heads- they were as exposed and helpless as they could possibly get!

	And matching them, Brooklyn felt a shiver pass down her naked spine!

	While Brooklyn was sure she wasn't doing the position as intended, this time Mailgirl One spent all her attention on the blushing, gasping, and shivering Sam.

	 Your old department, right?  Brooklyn heard her whisper into the girl's ear.

	Sam nodded!

	 Well this is a position that anyone on this floor can order you into, any time you're not on a run,  she said, loud enough for all to hear,  to check if your armpits are shaved well enough- 

	The small girl gulped as Mailgirl One slid the backs of a few gentle fingers down her exposed skin...

	 -to check if your cute little legs are shaved well enough...  

	And Sam whimpered again as the other woman's hands slid down her bare legs, her smooth thighs...

	 -and to see how much your hot little pussy is dripping today! 

	And Brooklyn gasped in shock as their laughing trainer cupped the young girl's vagina right through her thin cotton panties, rubbing up and down in a very familiar pattern!

	 NO!  Sam panted, reaching down to pull the hand away-

	 Stay in position!  Mailgirl One laughed, catching the shaking girl's hand and returning it to the back of her head, rubbing between her legs the entire time.  Mailgils Are Always Composed...   One giggled, still rubbing the girl's most intimate place in public!

	Brooklyn gasped, not believing it- there might have been rules at NDI, against the men touching the girls, but apparently the mailgirls could touch each OTHER as much as they wanted!

	The slim Sam gasped and mewed, squirming as she tried to hold position up on her tiptoes, her legs spread and helplessly open for what the taller girl was doing.  No! Please! 

	Her young, flat stomach panted for air, her slim legs started trembling- and it looked like her glasses were going to fog up!

	 Stay composed...   One chided.

	And ALL the IT nerds whooped in surprise as the innocent Sam was gasping in humiliation, unable to hide her shame as she held position!

	 Holy shit- she's getting OFF on this!  one man laughed.

	 I can't wait to 'inspect' her myself someday! 

	 Oh wow- she's going to be perfect as a mailgirl!  someone hooted.

	 You betcha she is,  Mailgirl One laughed, and started rubbing just a little bit faster!

	The innocent Sam was gasping in humiliation, and Brooklyn was about to say something, to protect this young girl from further humiliation, when the young Sam threw her head back and came.

	Hard.

	 OH GODD! OHHH FUCCCK! 

	It took everyone by surprise.

	Well, everyone except Mailgirl One.

	 So much for composure,  Brooke heard the tall redhead laugh, never stopping the motion of her practiced hand.  Let it all out, I guess. 

	The slim girl came and came, yelling at the top of her lungs.

	 AHHHH! AHHHHHHH! Oh god- YESSSSS! 

	The laughing redhead caught the smaller girl as she fell forward, keeping the smooth motion of her fingers going, wringing every orgasmic aftershock out of the gasping girl.

	 Ahhh- yes yes yes- OHHHHHHH...  

	Mailgirl One finally stopped rubbing right before the girl was about to pass out.

	 There you go,  she laughed, patting the shaking girl's nude back.  Popped your cherry in your old department, on your very first day! 

	And the crowd went wild.

	 HOLY SHIT! 

	 She CAME - in front of EVERYONE! 

	And that's when Brooklyn saw it.

	In her glasses, jeans and plain t-shirt, Sam would have been just another moderately cute co-worker.

	But stripped to her cotton panties, held in inspection position for her old department, moaning as she closed her eyes and couldn't help but soak her panties with her feminine excitement before orgasming in front of all her old co-workers- she was a star!

	She was worth five times what some random stripper would have been as a mailgirl - because the men knew her.

	Even as she came down from a good orgasm, the young girl was nearly in tears, at the humiliation of it all!

	 Oh god... I can't believe,  she gasped, holding on to the taller redhead.  I can't believe I just DID THAT! 

	And the crowd was loving it.

	 You're the BEST MailGirl One! 

	 Wow- she's such and easy cummer! 

	 I bet we'll be making Sam cum ten or fifteen times- a day! 

	 Hey Mailgirl One,  the fat nerd from before laughed.  Why don't you pull Sam's soaked panties off the rest of the way- and we can hang them in her old cubicle! 

	Cheers and agreement from the other men.

	The redhead laughed, pulling the girl's thin, soaked white panties down just a little at the waistband.  Well maybe...  

	Which made the dizzy, post-orgasmic Sam squeak at the top of her lungs and clench her thighs together!  NO! 

	Mailgirl One laughed and pulled the underwear back up into place, smacking the blushing girl on the bum.  Oh, Arthur, you know these panties are already spoken for! But come on up to the fifth floor if you want to see them later- I know we'll definitely keep them and their big wet spot- for permanent display! 

	 Oh GOD!  Sam gulped, blushing and turning even redder!  NO! 

	Her own nipples were also hard, Brooklyn noticed with a gasp!

	What the hell was happening?!

	Mailgirl One hooked her fingers into the gasping girl's waistband once again.  Alright boys, say goodbye to the mailgirl trainees for today! Next time you see your little Sam, she'll be wearing a lot less, and dripping a LOT more! 

	And the IT department cheered as the redhead led the shocked group out of their office and back into the stairwell.

	 Thanks Mailgirl One! 

	 Oh god, what if Sam's assigned to our floor permanently- 

	 She'd be our orgasming slave, all the TIME- 

	Brooklyn felt another electric shudder race throughout her body, as they left the IT department!

	If SHE had been exposed like that, to the folks on her floor at the FBI-

	Getting touched by someone as sensual as Mailgirl One-

	Her wet panties obviously showing how much she liked it, in front of all her co-workers - especially that cocky Bishop - watching as she CAME. No! She couldn't think about that!

	Brooklyn tried very hard to ignore how hard she was breathing and how hard her nipples were, as the group of shocked, underwear-clad women raced up towards the fifth floor.

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	 And now the last stop on our morning tour!  Mailgirl One laughed, coming to the fifth floor landing.  Human Capital! 

	Brooklyn was pretty winded, but much better off than the other girls, as the redhead waited for the rest of the group to catch up. So it took a second for her to hear it.

	 Don't you mean... Human Resources?  Brooke asked.

	 HR is on the 11th floor,  the redhead laughed as the other women arrived, including the still shocked and gasping Sam.  And they deal with the normal employees. All things mailgirl-related are run through a special department, created just for us! 

	Sam was still shaking from her humiliating orgasm, right in front of all her old co-workers, but now Brooklyn noticed the other three trainees were looking sick to their stomachs too! She stared at the sign.

	'5th floor'

	'Human Capital'

	Why was this department so feared?

	Mailgirl One counted noses, then opened the door to take them into the well-laid out floor.

	These were very expensive desks in a modern, open-office floor plan. Every chair was the top of the line comfort model, rich carpeting covered the entire floor, and large monitors on the walls showed all kinds of analytics, including where every mailgirl in the building was right now.

	This time, the people on the floor, men and women, stood and broke into polite claps when the tour arrived, like they were expecting a golf team! People stood up from their cubicles to see, but not as rabidly as the IT department, like they saw a group of new underwear clad women march by every day! Brooklyn gulped as Mailgirl One lead the tour to the direct center of the floor again.

	 And do you ladies want to know the third and most important rule of being a Mailgirl is? 

	The other women were blushing, covering their chests or crotches, not responding!

	Mailgirl One laughed and reached behind a desk for one of those hated clear bins again!

	 Mailgirls are always... totally and completely... NAKED! 

	And she unhooked her bra to reveal two of the most perfect tits Brooklyn had ever seen.

	Full, round, natural and capped with perfect pink nipples, they bobbed with an almost hypnotic motion on her smooth, strong ribcage!

	Brooklyn had seen other women's tits before, but these were another level!

	The smiling redhead threw her bra into the bin, slid her panties to the floor, and did a spin for the crowd, totally nude from head to toe! Her ass was tight perfection, her pussy as smooth and tight as any Playboy bunny!

	As the men AND women of Human Capital clapped, Brooklyn shivered hard!

	She had to admit that Bishop had been right- having something like THAT running around your office every day WOULD make work a lot more fun!

	The stunning nude redhead stopped her spin, looking right at Brooklyn.  Your turn ladies!  She gave her a sexy wink.  Everyone get naked! 

	The FBI agent came crashing down to earth.

	Wait.

	She couldn't mean-

	But then she saw the tall, educated Victoria reaching behind her to undo her bra!

	 Victoria, what are you- 

	And then the blushing woman was topless, proud, pert C cups coming into view!

	And before Brooklyn could object, bottomless!

	This lawyer was naked and shaved, just like a porn star!

	The young Sam pulled off her wet panties and bra like she was sick of them, quickly throwing them into the bin. And then, seemingly not knowing what else to do- she went into the 'Feet' position, still dripping from between her totally shaved lips!  Oh god oh god!  the girl gasped, closing her eyes as the office workers chuckled at her dripping pussy.

	Brooklyn's head was spinning!  Sam! Wait!  She turned.  Carla- no! 

	But on her other side Carla- blushing, virginal, sheltered Carla- was taking off her bra to reveal firm young tits almost as amazing as the redheads, and slipping her blushing panties to the floor too!

	 I can't believe- I'm doing this!  the nubile Latina panted, throwing her only clothes into the bin, to stand right in front of Brooklyn totally naked, taking the feet position too, her hard stomach panting!

	Brooklyn gasped.

	What the HELL was going on?!

	Why was every girl EXCEPT her getting naked for their mailgirl training!?

	She turned and even the sour trophy wife Sandra had stripped fully nude, her high, fake breasts and yoga-tight ass bouncing as she tossed her last clothes into another bin, with a bright red face!

	They were ALL naked, every trainee except her!

	And suddenly Brooklyn stood, the only clothed girl in the middle of four naked, shivering women!

	 Well?  Mailgirl One laughed, putting a cocky hand on her hip, like she wasn't totally naked!  Come on Sexy! This is why you're here, after all. 

	Brooklyn felt her heart rate absolutely go through the roof!

	Besides the trainees, there were about twenty people from the department, smiling professionals dressed in office casual slacks and collared shirts or pencil skirts, watching her.

	But she had made herself a promise!

	She had her dignity!

	She was a trained FBI agent!

	 I'm... I'm going to stay in my bikini the first week,  she told the redhead.  If you don't mind. 

	 WHAT?!  Mailgirl One howled in laughter.  What made you think that was even an option? 

	Brooklyn looked around, the strange looks on the the other trainees' faces and the laughing response from those in Human Capital suddenly making her stomach feel very, very cold!

	 On... your web page... it said that... new mailgirl trainees... are allowed to wear bikinis their first week! 

	All of the clothed people and even Mailgirl One broke into laughs.

	An average-looking woman in a jacket and pantsuit was gasping, holding her stomach as she nearly fell out of her chair.  We only put that in there... to identify the idiots! And it looks like we caught a big one! 

	 Oh god, I've got to get a video of this!  another woman laughed, pulling out her phone.  Go ahead honey, say that again! 

	Brooklyn felt her face going ten shades of red-

	How could she have been so stupid?!

	This couldn't be happening! She felt her breath becoming shallow, her heart starting to pound-

	 Go on,  the naked Mailgirl One laughed, shaking the clear plastic bin.  Everyone knows mailgirls are always nude. Strip it off, and show us what God gave you! 

	Brooklyn felt the walls closing in-

	Her clothes, her ID, her phone, were all somewhere far away-

	 No! I... can't! 

	 Oh god, this is priceless!  the woman recording her laughed, pushing her phone even closer to Brooke's red face.  One for the Wall of Shame! 

	Brooklyn felt her face burning, her bare stomach tumbling, her naked thighs shaking-

	She hadn't been this nervous, since her first run on the FBI's live fire range!

	She wanted to run, but her shoes were at the front desk, her shirt and skirt god knows where-

	As the laughs continued, a blue door at the far end of the room opened and a small, compact Japanese woman strode in, moving like a train on rails.

	She was impossibly well put together, with black high heels, black stockings, a tight white pencil skirt and tight jacket and perfect makeup. Her shiny dark hair was in a tight bun, not a hair out of place.

	And she was frowning.

	All the laughter died down immediately, and even the nude Mailgirl One bowed her head in deference to the new woman.  Sorry for taking so long, Mistress Lee. We have one holdout who- 

	 Yes I saw, Mailgirl One. Two demerits for not preparing your trainees properly,  the small Asian lady snapped, making the much taller redhead blush and step back. The black-haired woman then stood directly in front of Brooklyn.  You do not wish to get naked? 

	Even though she was looking down at her, the smaller woman had such a fierce, commanding presence that Brooklyn had to take a step back!

	 No! I mean yes! I mean I wasn't prepared to- 

	 Inspection position!  the Japanese woman barked, cutting her off.  All of you! 

	Brooklyn snapped into position, her mind whirling-

	Standing up on her toes, her butt clenched under her bikini bottoms, Brooklyn felt like she might just pass out! It didn't help that the two clothed women in front of her, one of them still filming her humiliation, were now pointing at her- and laughing!

	Mistress Lee was slowly walking down the line of shivering, nude trainees, inspecting them.

	 Mmmph. Nice legs. But flabby around the arms. You will need to do push-ups.  That was to the lawyer Victoria.

	 Excellent tits. Smooth pussy, great posterior. All around, a perfect young nude!  That was to Carla. Lee stopped and looked at her face.  Are you blushing!? 

	Still in inspection position, her young body exposed to every leering eye on the floor, the barefoot and totally nude teen blushed even harder!  Ye-yes! 

	 Yes Mistress!  the woman corrected, using the riding crop in her hand to spank the teen's tight smooth ass!

	 AHHH! Yes Mistress!  the girl gasped.

	 A shy one,  Mistress Lee chuckled, watching the nude Carla squirm.  Good. 

	She stepped one position down, to the quivering Sam.  Another shy one! But not shy when you're cumming, are you? 

	The nude Sam could barely speak!  Yes- I mean- NO! I don't know!  she gasped, blushing as she dripped down her thigh.

	 Do not worry, shy nerd; by tomorrow we will have you laying on your old desk, feet high in the air, diddling your smooth pussy and orgasming, for any man who wishes to see! 

	 Oh-- OH GOD!  Sam gasped, and Brooklyn wonder if the girl wouldn't cum again, just from hearing that!

	Mistress Lee moved one step down, to the blushing Sandra.  Great tits. Nice body. Dumb face,  she laughed at the long-legged trophy wife, before feeling up the woman's fake breasts up with no more thought than if she was inspecting melons!  The mechanics in the basement will love playing with these until you orgasm as well. 

	The blonde housewife was dying of humiliation, now squirming in place!  Yes... Mistress! 

	And then, the small, compact Asian woman finally arrived at Brooklyn.

	The short woman stepped closer, inspecting her closely.

	 Great face, great hair, great tits. 

	Brooklyn blushed, being inspected like a cow for sale!

	The woman stepped around behind her.  Excellent ass, a very spankable bottom indeed- 

	And Brooklyn gasped as the woman slapped her cheeks through her bikini bottoms, making a new heat flush across Brooklyn's face!

	In her FBI self-defense training class, Brooklyn would have responded by lowering her weight, spinning around and punching the smaller woman in the throat.

	But here, nearly naked and on display, all she could think to do- was close her eyes and take it!

	Brooklyn felt her face burning, but she couldn't fight back!

	Not without blowing her cover!

	 And shy as well,  the woman chuckled, stepping back around to see Brooklyn's brightly blushing face.  You will make an excellent nude mailgirl. 

	The HELL I will! Brooke thought!

	Lee stepped back, tapping her riding crop impatiently against her open hand.

	 Two demerits and you can still strip and join the others. Or you can run your stupid white ass all the way down to the street just as you are, for wasting our time. 

	Bishop and a CIRG team would be waiting in a van, just down the street- she couldn't let them see her like THAT!

	And she couldn't return to Gorsuch empty-handed!

	Not after failing her first undercover operation in 15 whole minutes!

	But she couldn't strip naked either!

	 Mistress Lee, perhaps we could- 

	 Five demerits!  the woman snapped.  In three seconds it will be ten! 

	 At ten demerits you get a caning!  a blushing red Sam gasped from next to her, still in inspection position.  Hurry! 

	Brooklyn shook her head, hearing the blood pounding in her ears-

	She COULDN'T!

	 Three! Two! O- 

	 Okay okay!  Brooklyn gasped, whipping her Speedo top up and over her head. Feeling the cold air-conditioned air on her bare breasts, was like a punch to the gut!

	No, no, no- Brooklyn wailed inside her head, grabbing the sides of her bikini bottoms. This wasn't happening- this wasn't happening-

	But she HAD to stop Hastings, no matter what it took!

	And Gorsuch and Bishop would never know!

	OH god, oh GOD!

	And with a gasp, Brooklyn yanked her bikini bottoms down her long legs before she could think about it, gasping as she felt the first wave of cold air on her naked pussy, exhilarating and electrifying, just as Mailgirl One had predicted!

	 Oh god!  the nude Brooklyn gasped again under her breath, her nipples rock hard, her breath coming in heaves, as flustered and exposed as Sam had been on the 3rd floor, her naked legs rubbing together, as an office worker put her underwear- the last clothes she had access to, anywhere in the building!- into the clear plastic bin Mistress Lee now held.

	She was now naked- totally naked- in the middle of a professional New York office building!

	The Asian woman watched Brooklyn's clothes hit the bottom of the bin, then snapped the lid shut, locking it.

	 Ten demerits,  she finished, a small smirk coming to her controlled face.  For wasting our time. You will get your first caning, bent over the bench in the locker room, after your first shower. 

	Brooklyn gasped!

	NO-

	She COULDN'T mean-

	Pointing to the large blue door at the end of the room from which she had emerged, the Asian woman laughed and snapped her crop on her leg. It sounded to Brooklyn like a gunshot!

	 All stupid naked women follow me! It is time to start your shift! 

	And gasping, blushing, her nipples rock hard, and an unexplained heat starting to build between her thighs, the stripped FBI agent ran along with the other naked women, for her first shift as a helpless, naked mailgirl.

- Part 2 ?