Comparing Companies – Mailgirl Six Blog

Good morning, lovely readers! I hope everyone is doing well and getting regular exercise. As the weather gets warmer remember to take care of your skin! We only get issued one uniform so take care of the only one you got.

Our comment today comes from a regular contributor arthwys, who says:

“Thank you, Six, for this insight into the workings of different companies. Looks like the pilot project at your first company was a total success. It would be great, if you maybe could go into more details comparing your first company with the last one with the 24/7 contract.”

Oh boy, ask the woman who works naked in her workplace what it’s like to work naked in different workplaces? Where have I heard that before.

LOL.

All kidding aside arthwys, the corporate environment was drastically different in both places. At Home Shopping Channel (my original employer), I was the first and only Mailgirl working in that company; the concept was new, I was certainly an oddity and no one really knew how they should act around me. In retrospect this gave me more time to feel them out as they felt me out. That first time nervousness worked both ways. And I was probably treated better than most Mailgirls on their first assignment’s. While I got a lot of demerits they were mostly justified and rarely malicious. Few people wanted to “put me in my place” because they did not know where that place was supposed to be. It was a friendly, professional environment and I was outnumbered by clothed workers 2,000 to 1. That made me a rarity. So people paid attention when I got out of my normal routes.

In San Francisco it was much different. Instead of a sprawling campus it was a 48 floor high rise, 55 flights of stairs when you account for the basements. I was one of a hundred Mailgirls there, the worker to Mailgirl ratio was about 15-to-1 so a naked Mailgirl was a common sight. And being 24/7 with so many other Mailgirls working in three shifts, the only thing special about it was the amount of abuse we were expected to take. Often I would be walking by a glass-walled office and see a Mailgirl getting stuffed from behind by a mid-level manager. Discipline was strictly enforced. For every one demerit you earned you probably got three; but many offices in that building had their own version of discipline. I remember a couple that would let you “corporal out” of demerits. Instead of getting demerits the manager would announce it was “punishment time”, the office assembled in a semicircle around a chair, the offending Mailgirl bent over the manager’s knee and spanked 10 or 20 times. All the Mailgirls present were not only required to watch but clap once the punishment was done. A few times I was that red-assed Mailgirl, embarrassed as Hell and just trying to get back to her job and ignoring the applause from her fellow naked women.

“Team building” was what they called it when someone complained. We all got it hard for a week after that stunt.

At Home Shopping Channel I could eat in the kitchenette next to the copy room. I could not use the furniture but I could use the fridge and the microwave so long as I wiped them down after use. I would stand and eat or kneel on the yoga mat they provided. The little four seat table in the kitchenette was always filled with people about five minutes before my break started. A lot of people tried to loiter around while I had my lunch. Management had to enforce a “no seat, no eat” policy to send people to the faraway break rooms or cafeteria.  I guess I was the star of the show at mealtimes. I brought my lunch to work as there was no meal service.

At the Transamerica Pyramid, the cafeteria had lowered tables surrounded regular sized ones, so the office workers could watch the Mailgirls while they ate, sometimes leaving trays on our tables or subtly kicking garbage at our kneeling forms. We could order any food we wanted from the corporate cafeteria, but the city health code would not allow us to use the same plates or silverware as the rest of the staff, plastic plates and cutlery was not available as the building had a “zero carbon footprint” policy; so whatever we ordered was blended into a slurry, served in a paper cup with cardboard straw. Have you ever had a health shake that tasted like mashed potatoes with gravy, turkey and stuffing? I did for two Thanksgivings in a row.

At HSC the nights and weekends were mine. I could go wherever and do whatever, it was a great chance to blow off steam. I had boyfriends, most of which were happy enough to satisfy my sexual needs. I thought it was a good work/life balance.

At Transamerica the Mailgirls slept in the basement, in clear plastic sleeping pods kind of like those Japanese “coffin hotels”. There was a glass ceiling and people walking through the lobby could look down and see us sleep, read, masturbate, whatever was going on. The space was supposed to be climate controlled but it always seemed 10 or 20 degrees cooler than what they advertised. More that a few nights a week Mailgirls would double up in their pods just for the body heat. This lead to the expected shenanigans.

Also in the Pyramid no less than three signatures were needed for a Mailgirl to leave the property, and they could be denied for any reason. There was a strict window of when you could leave and come back, no being early or late. Then if you wanted to wear your clothes while you were out, that required two more signatures to get your things out of secure storage. Most Mailgirls gave up trying to leave the property as it was such a hassle.

With all that being said, management could sign you out, like they were borrowing office equipment for the weekend. I never did that, but I knew a few other girls that did. Lots of parties with drugs and sex was what I was told. One lesbian manager was famous for taking Mailgirls to S&M clubs on a chain, two or three at a time. But some managers took special interest in certain Mailgirls and would get them little apartments in the city and let them pretend to have freedom, so long as the girls knew intercourse was part of the deal. That sort of role play was never my bag, I’d rather stay at the building and read on my iPad.

There was a little park right outside the lobby, Redwood Park, a half acre of trees and benches were you could get a little air and sun. It was convenient as it was on the property but unfortunately it was often busy with tourists. Mailgirls could still go out there when they were off duty, but we were required to pose for pictures upon request. We also could not accept tips.

Sex at Home Shopping Channel was infrequent and discouraged but at least I could say I initiated it every time. Transamerica Pyramid Properties LLC. did everything they could to make sex compulsory. I hated feeling forced into it. But with no other options I started having relations with the other Mailgirls. Never really dating or anything like that, but definitely friends with benefits. I tried to be very upfront with the other Mailgirls, especially as I still don’t consider myself gay, but I needed the support and intimacy. Mailgirls get the difference. (Hell, I’m teaching that difference to my trainees now.)

I’ve also discovered that if I’m going to have sex with Mailgirls that I prefer it in groups. Group sex happened at least once a week. It was never an organized thing, but spontaneous lesbian orgies are a great way to blow off steam. Those were nice.

While I can say I was much happier at HSC, I was very well paid at the Transamerica Pyramid (guess who’s NDA just ran out?). Room and board goes a long way in a city like San Francisco. That was the trade off for the abuse. It’s also why they preferred experienced Mailgirls, former porn stars or women who had worked for the tenants. If they were a bunch of new recruits they might go insane, flee, or sue the shit out of them.

Did I hate it in San Francisco, probably. But my first experience at HSC was so good I went back and singed another contract. And TPP didn’t scare me off from naked office work entirely. Again I’m happy and getting well compensated for working naked. I suppose you could call me a happy Mailgirl.

But this happy Mailgirl has to get her naked butt to work. I hope I answered your questions arthwys! Keep those questions and comments coming and remember; Health and Efficiency Matters!