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When I moved to the Bay Area, it was because that’s where the work was going to be for me. When Zoe moved out with me, it was for no other reason than to avoid moving back home. We met at college, first day of freshman year.
I was already sitting in our dorm room, my parents having dropped me off first thing, when she walked in. I looked up from the game I was playing on my laptop and my face dropped. She was not what I was hoping for. If the word ‘bimbo’ had a personification, it was Zoe. Or so I thought at first blush.
Blond and thin with too much makeup, irritatingly perfect tits squeezed into a white tube top which left nothing to the imagination and skintight yoga pants which became translucent when she bent over, Zoe was the exact cliché. I must have rolled my eyes… well, actually, I know I rolled my eyes, because she subsequently told me that I did.
So, when I rolled my eyes, she strode to her side of the room in her pristine Uggs, set down her iced Starbucks on one of the posts of her new bed and folded her arms judgmentally at me. Despite the glower, all I noticed was the fact that when she crossed her arms, it caused her breasts to lift and form I perfect line of cleavage.
Butterflies filled my stomach, reverberating off the walls of my body and my mouth went dry. She might have been the very quintessence of dumb blond, but she was easily the most attractive woman I had ever seen in person. Inadvertently, I began fingering the tips of my auburn hair as my heart thrummed in my ears.
“Okay, let’s hear it,” she said and I couldn’t have been more shocked if she had turned into an alien.
“W-what?” I stammered, feeling myself flush crimson.
“You’ve got a fucking puss on your face like I just shit in your cereal, so, out with it,” she demanded cocking an eyebrow. She had done a good job of obviously training the accent out but my uncle lived in New York and I could spot the accent a mile off.
Her comment took me by such surprise that I couldn’t even formulate words and instead simply barked a laugh which seemed to come out of nowhere. I clamped my hand over my thin lips.
“You laughing at me?” she said and it was hard not to hear Joe Pesci.
“No, no, no,” I forced through my fingers, “I am laughing at myself.”
She dropped her head in a yeah-fucking-right sort of way.
“No, really,” I said, pulling my hand away. “I am. You just caught me by surprise and totally called me out on my shit.”
“I’m good at that,” she said and for the first time, I saw a hint of her smile.
“I believe it,” I said. “I’m really sorry that I looked at way. It was totally uncool.”
She outright laughed at me. “Right, ‘totally uncool,’ Grandpa.”
I dropped my head, hair falling in front of my face. This girl seemed to have my number from the word ‘go’. I had never been anything even approaching cool and knew that I talked in a way that would keep me from ever being called cool. It didn’t matter though. Being good at the kind of things I was good at meant that I would soon have the wealth needed to not care about being perceived as cool. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself at the time.
“I’m Zoe,” she said, extending a hand and giving me a genuine smile, showing off two rows of perfect teeth.
“Madeline,” I said, shaking her soft hand.
“Anyone call you Maddy?”
“My brother, just to annoy me,” I admitted.
“Okay, Maddy it is,” she said. “That’s for the look you gave me when I got here.”
The butterflies were back and I heard a grunt by the door. “Oh, honey, here you are,” an older man wearing what I could only describe as private-yacht-casual stepped in with two suitcases dragging behind him.
Four years later, her dad had brought her bags into our new place before pretending that he wasn’t crying as he left, just as he had the day we met. The place was small but we each had our own room and a common space, so, for two people fresh out of college, we were happy. I was paying the full rent with Zoe’s father giving me her half under the table until she got a job.
I could afford this because I had been recruited by Titan Industries straight out of school. With my twin master’s in computer science and engineering and my extra coursework in cybersecurity, I was the ideal candidate. Plus, though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I was also hired to fill a quota. Mixed race and female, I ticked a lot of boxes for a company which had come under scrutiny in the past for their hiring practices (that is to say, hiring all white dudes).
So, I took the job and brought my best friend along with me.
Unlike me, Zoe struggled to find a job straight away. After switching majors what felt like a dozen times, she finally settled on Art History. I supported her the way she wished her dad would, telling her that she would still be able to find… something… after college. But jobs were difficult to get and even harder when you had no marketable skills.
The first few months were fine, escort bayan with Zoe going for job interviews whenever she could and trying her best not to get discouraged. But I could tell that she was. With each and every instance of her getting dressed up, going in and meeting with the store manager then waiting for the email letting her know they had ‘gone with another candidate,’ she grew more and more miserable.
It was hard for me to watch and I wanted to do something for her. She had done so much for me and I wanted to return the favor. During her freshman year, I had not made a good impression on anybody else, just as I had with her. I’m awkward and tend to say the wrong thing whenever possible. Zoe was the opposite and let me glom onto her for the freshman orientation, introducing me to people as though we were old friends and elevating me to a social status I had never before experienced.
She had made my collegiate experience something that it would never have been otherwise, and I wanted to do something for her in return. That’s how I found myself walking into HR and changing both of our lives.
“Come in,” the pudgy man said and I walked through the door. Mr. Simmons had held up a hand and forced me to stand just on the other side of the threshold for a few moments as he finished something on his computer. “Just had to wrap up an email,” he said as I walked in and stood before his desk but I could see his screen in the reflection of the window looking out over the San Jose skyline behind him.
It was definitely not an email. It was a girl being railed doggy style. At least he had the ‘decency’ to have it muted.
“It’s Mackenzie, right?” he asked, his eyes flashing between me and the screen. The lecherous look he was giving me made me think that he was probably imagining my face on the girl he was watching. Bile rose in my stomach and I wanted to stomp from the room. It was just fucking perfect that the HR manager was such a creep. Corporate America at its finest.
“Madeline,” I said, trying not to sound like I was correcting him.
“Ah, okay, and what can I do for you, Matilda,” he said with a smile suggesting that he was making a joke.
I forced a laugh as he gestured for me to sit. He obviously couldn’t tell that I was faking it and he smiled that I was laughing at his joke.
“So, Madeline,” he said, minimizing his porn and actually looking at me, “what can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if we had any job openings,” I told him.
His brows furrowed and he looked at me like I was an idiot. “You have a job.”
The fact that he managed to mansplain in only four words felt like some kind of record.
I chuckled, playing it off. “Oh, I know, but it’s for my friend. She is looking for a job and the market is just so hard now.”
He sighed and leaned back at his desk. I swore he was about to ask, ‘how much I wanted her to get this job?’ before pulling out his cock, but, mercifully, he just asked, “Do you have a resume?”
I did. It was a bit odd bringing something like this in physically. I had gotten the job offer and accepted it without cutting down a single tree, or even stepping foot in the state. But, here I was, handing him a laminated piece of paper with nearly nothing written on it except obviously padded waitressing experience.
He looked at it quickly and then flipped it over to find the back side blank.
Mr. Simmons looked up at me pityingly. “What position do you think she could possibly fill?” he asked and I had to admit that I didn’t have a good answer.
I couldn’t believe what I said next.
“She’s hot,” I blurted and wanted to cover my mouth.
The grin that streaked his face was enough to make me regret what I had said but at least it worked.
“How hot?” he asked and I, once again, couldn’t believe that this man was the head of Human Resources.
Despite my beliefs and everything I stood for, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through pics, realizing just how much Zoe and I photographed one another. She looked cute in so many of them but I knew the one I was hunting for. Clicking the pic, I turned the phone to show him Zoe in a sheer white tanktop. She had sent the image to me as a joke with the text, ‘this is too seethru even 4 me lol,’ but I knew it would be perfect for Mr. Simmons.
What was odd was that I knew I shouldn’t show him it and, even though I told myself it was to help my friend get a job, there was some other reason I did it. I wasn’t sure why and didn’t give it much thought in the moment, but maybe I should have.
He nodded and looked back to me. “I’ll email you when a position opens,” he said and I pulled the phone away before he could save the image of Zoe’s nipple in his mind any more than he already had.
“Thank you,” I said and stood, watching his eyes roll over my body as I did. Not that there was anything to see. My intentionally loose clothing was as uninteresting as it was unflattering. Being a cute girl in a bursa eskort bayan job where I was surrounded by tech bros, I knew better than to wear anything even remotely attractive.
“You’re welcome,” he said before adding, “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.”
I wanted to vomit as I left his office but at least I might have opened the door Zoe.
***
The email came only a few weeks later and I squinted at the screen in disbelief. I had heard the term ‘mailgirls’ once before but couldn’t believe that it was real. For some incomprehensible reason, companies would replace emails, which work perfectly fine, with naked women delivering memos between offices. These women would be numbered, collared and treated as lesser beings.
No part of my brain could accept this at first. I knew my whole generation was stripping down for money on Forfans but the idea that people would do it in an office setting made my brain hurt.
Then, I saw my first mailgirl in the office.
It wasn’t like what I expected.
Not at all.
I had thought that I would see a pretty girl run by me one day and know it was somehow real. Instead, the whole company got called to a meeting and this amazingly beautiful girl with the number seven scrawled above her heart, on her thighs and the small of her back. A woman clad in leather, who I later learned was Mistress, the mailgirl manager, marched the stunning girl out in front of us and proceeded to whip her.
It didn’t feel real.
It was undeniably hot, but I also couldn’t fathom that it was a thing. It would have been sexist even for the fifties but now, in the modern age, it was just like witnessing something straight out of a male fantasy.
Not that I was really complaining. No matter how grossed out I was by the idea of mailgirls even existing and the general degradation of society, I knew that, deep down, I loved it. Seeing the brunette with her perfect little ass get spanked in public had made me wetter than I remembered being in a long time. It made the tips of my fingers tingle and my heart flutter.
It was a complicated and, frankly, irritating dichotomy of emotions.
My heart was still pounding when I got back to the apartment that night, ready to tell Zoe all about what I had witnessed. But when I walked in and saw her sitting on the couch in her pajamas, crouched over her computer, I had a suspicion that she already had an idea.
She looked up at me as I stepped into the room.
“I got a call today,” she said in an excited voice, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. “That guy, Mister Simon from your work called about a new job there.”
My mouth went dry.
It hadn’t taken him a day to call her.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks that he had probably been in negotiations with Mailgirl Enterprises when he asked to see a picture of her.
“Mister Simmons,” I corrected. “And did he tell you what the job was?”
She got the slightest little grin. “He did.”
My heart felt as if it was going to beat through my chest.
Two parts of my mind began an epic dual. One part wanted to scream that she couldn’t do it, that is was dehumanizing and horrible and I wouldn’t let her ever take the job. The other part of my mind wanted her to accept the offer right now. I wanted to see her stripped and numbered and spanked. I wanted to do it myself. To call her into my office and examine every inch of her flawless body. Of course, for that I would need an office, but it was my fantasy so whatever.
“Check it,” she said and brought her laptop screen up on the TV before pointing a perfectly manicured finger.
I turned to see something I had only seen a still image of in the informational pdf attached to the email about the program: a dozen women who looked like supermodels were showering naked on one side of a glass window while a group of men and women in suits watched from the other.
It was like the weirdest fucking zoo exhibit ever.
“It’s like the weirdest fucking zoo exhibit ever,” I said and Zoe looked up at me with a wide-eyed amazement.
“Hot though, isn’t it?”
I swallowed hard.
“It shouldn’t be,” I said, trying to maintain my philosophy in the face of something undeniably arousing. Watching these unbelievable women shower and draw numbers on their nubile bodies, shave and lather their skin with lotion, it was hard to maintain my composure.
Then there was Zoe’s face. She wanted my approval so badly.
“It shouldn’t be because it is fundamentally not okay, but…” I felt my mouth go dry as I betrayed my gender, “but it is also hot. These girls are making insane money for something that a computer did for the price of a power outlet. They are using the inherent sexuality placed on them by society and turning it into profit and position. Its fucked, for sure, but it’s also kinda boss.”
“Right!?” Zoe said and jumped up to hug me.
I loved when she escort bursa hugged me.
“But, Zo,” I said, pulling away. “Do you really think you can do it?”
Zoe wasn’t the type to blush. I had seen it only a handful of time but now, she flushed a deep crimson.
“I know I can,” she said unequivocally. She was a confident person, but it was also a lot of bravado. This was pure assurance.
“Really?” I asked, my surprise obvious in my voice.
“Yes, really,” she said and pulled her phone from her pocket with a devilish grin on her face. “Do you remember when I told you I went to that water park in New Jersey on summer break after freshman year?”
“I do,” I said, a bit perplexed where she was going with this.
“Something happened that weekend that I never told you about…”
As often happened in conversations with Zoe, my heart rate picked up a bit and I felt fluttery. I didn’t know what she was going to say but something about her tone made my fingers tingle.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
She bit her lip and I could die.
“So, I was at the top of one of those big drop slides with the tubes where you stand in a little booth and the floor drops out and shoots you down at high speeds…” she started and I could tell where this was going. “My friend had a summer job as the, like, ride operator or whatever and he was always a prankster. Looking back, I should have totally seen it coming.”
“Seen what coming?” I asked, the words falling from my lips in anticipation of what happened next. I gazed at her and she looked away sheepishly. She was so beautiful when she was embarrassed.
“As I was stepping into the tube, my friend grabbed the strings from my tie bikini and held them as I got in. Then he closed the door and clamped the fabric before locking it. Obviously, I felt it as I got in, both my top and bottom came undone and I had to hold them in place while the whole line stared at me. My tits were falling out and even though I kept the bottoms held against my pussy, I knew my whole butt was showing. Of course, I begged for him to let me out and help me but, you know what the little asshole did?”
I so wanted my answer to be right. “Took a picture?”
“Of-fucking-course,” she snarled but there was a hint of something else in her voice. It sounded like… excitement… “he was filming the whole thing while I was pleading with him and my boobs kept coming out and as the guys in line cheered. I swear to god, I was more red from embarrassment than from the sunburn.
“I swear to god, time nearly stopped when I watched him finally reach for the button to drop the floor. Even though I knew it would show everyone, everything, I couldn’t help myself, I let my bathing suit go and pounded on the glass. Everything was totally exposed and I could feel… like… my parts shaking and flopping all over the place.
“Then I felt the floor drop. This ride was scary enough without knowing that you were leaving your entire outfit at the top. The fabric was yanked from me and water got everywhere. I felt it rushing all over my totally naked body as I slid through the tube.
“What was worse was knowing that there was a huge crowd at the bottom of the slide. That there would be tons of people there waiting for me. I didn’t have that much time to think about it though because as soon as I dropped, I was out. I got flushed into the slow water at the bottom and covered my tits and kitty as quick as I could but, you know, like, its not easy to get out from laying down in a tube of rushing water.”
As she was talking, I could feel my face turn as red as hers must have been in that moment. Just picturing her fully nude in public, in broad daylight, soaking wet was enough to get me soaking wet.
“So, I bit the bullet and got up,” she continued. “I pulled myself up with the handrails and then wiped the water from my face. And it was so much more than I was expecting. More than even just the people, my friend had radioed his buddies and they were all waiting with their phones out. I got up and everyone got vids of everything.
“I covered up again but all the people watching began to, I’m not going to say ‘boo me’ but it was kinda like that. They all muttered and I realized that, even though I was so embarrassed, I was also, like, really turned on by it. I couldn’t believe what I did next…”
My mouth was almost too dry to work. “What happened next?”
“I just, like, flashed everyone!” she exclaimed. “I held my hands up and woohooed and everyone went fucking nuts!”
“Really?” I asked, genuinely surprised. I knew that she loved attention but I didn’t think she loved it so much that she would just show her whole body off to an amusement park full of strangers.
“Yeah, like, I just showed it all and kinda loved it…” she admitted and was, again, more sheepish than I was used to. “A female security guard ran me over a towel and then kicked me out of the park.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, distracted from the hotness of the story. “Why were you kicked out?”
“Because you aren’t allowed to flash your pussy to everyone at the waterpark,” she said plainly.
“No, I mean, I know, but why did you get in trouble rather than your friend getting fired?” I asked, appalled.
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