Hello guys. Here is some more news about the rift behind our fridge: the good news is, it is obviously still open because lots and I mean LOTS of icecream keeps disappearing. The bad news is, that I did some number crunching and the only possible explanation is, that a intergalactic icecream smuggling ring operates right from behind our fridge.
If my numbers are correct the dimensional equilibrium of tasty dairy-products will hit dangerous levels as soon as we reach year 4285. I’ll have to act, and to act soon. And I have to confront Cheeryyoungsub with the bad news of having essentially a intergalactic crimebase right behind our fridge.
Oh… I nearly forgot: there was also a new letter from our favorite Dutch Mailgirl. I love those…
Letters to Nine (5)
Leiden, Wednesday 20th of August 20xx
I’m exhausted but also sooooo excited! On one hand I could really use some vacationtime, for exemple the Mailgirl-Event you’re promoting at the moment, would suit me just fine. But now is hardly the moment to leave no when I’ve got recently promoted!
Yes… I’ve got promoted! I’m no longer a lowly insurance clerk, I’m now the Staff Recruitment, Retention and Satisfaction Manager. My new title comes with a raise, a lot of perks like free private healthcare, a dietist and coaching but also with a lot of new tasks and responsibilities. There is just so much happening at the moment. It’s hard to keep up, let alone to cope with everything. I hope to make it to the weekend for some rest so I can wrap my head about things.
When I came in at Monday I felt really good. I really have the feeling that most people try their hardest to make me feel welcome and respected right now. I have a weird feeling about this. I mean it’s great they’re so nice and supportive of Amalia… but it probably means that they are holding back on Fifteen. It’s such a balancing act…
Do you have some advice? How did you get your friends and colleagues, especially those who like and support you to treat the Mailgirl appropriately? What do I have to do? Do I need to create a “bitch personality”? Do I need to antagonize them more? I’m not good in antagonizing people… I’m pretty much a crowd pleaser.
As the new Staff Recruitment, Retention and Satisfaction Manager (SRRSM) it’s my job to create a new subsection of our intranet for Mailgirl-related content. You know rules, guidelines, there will be a message board. It’s a closed of part, till now 21 out of 26 have asked for access. 21 of 26, that’s not bad at all in my opinion. Of course I made sure I would be the fifteenth person to get access…
I think we hit our ceiling wit 21 out of 26. It’s unlikely that we get our four old crones to sign up and I’m pretty sure I’m happy to NOT get them involved and there is an older, very nice gentleman didn’t. He took it upon him to write us an e-mail, letting us know that while he had nothing against the program and wishing us nothing then the very best, he was happily married and would prefer not to engage in anything that could be interpreted as sexual.
I think it’s a very classy approach to things and I told him as much in my response.
I looked it up today: 21 out of 26 employees have signed in, only the four crones and an
The Intranet-section still feels very empty. I hope to fill it when the time goes on. Antje suggested that I should ask the doctor to provide me with sort of a short health bulletin, nothing specific and post it so that everybody is at ease. I’m ok with that… the check-up is on the company dime so why not post it? I’ll put out my meal and training regime also. Being a Mailgirl is hard, people should be aware of that.
I thought long and thoroughly about how to put the rules applying to mailgirls in words. I think I came to a pretty good solution. Every line starts with “a mailgirl” and yeah… writing them down and reading them out loud “a mailgirl should allways be as physically pleasing as she can…” kinda did something to me… “a mailgirl doesn’t sport any body hair below her neckline” reading all this little rules in that wording “a mailgirl should obey any reasonable respect of her superiors” really made my blood boil… “a mailgirl shouldn’t use any office furniture”… yeah, it certainly made my blood boil.
And it clearly did something to Antje too. She got her devious little smile and told me I better learn these rules by heart because I’ll repeating them a lot. Oh geez…
Either way… we came together to the conclusion that we get away with becoming a bit more intense and a bit more sexual.
“Well… on Friday everybody saw you nearly climaxing…” Of course I had known, but I still blushed furiously. “You know… cumming on the clock is highly unprofessional, don’t you think?!”, she said with a cheeky smile.
Of course I knew exactly where this was going. Ah… there it was again, the thrilling mixture of humiliation, excitement and dread… it’s absolutely intoxicating cocktail for an adrenaline-junkie like me. Well… in short: from now on cumming on the clock is strictly forbidden… and that’s an idea that makes me want to cum all the time, especially while at work. The human brain works that way: it wants always what it can not have.
This, by the way, will be the last rulechange to be negotiated solely between me and Antje. It will be my task to set up a “taskforce mailgirls”. I hope I can get a few of my coworkers to volunteer. I think that would be a very good way to boost participation in the program. Maybe we will discuss further rules, maybe we can discuss my uniform, maybe we can discuss demerits and punishments. I’m curious about what my fellow workers have to say about the future of the program. What shall it be… lighthearted or serious? We shall see, I guess.
Either way I had to cut my work short to get to my doctor’s appointment on time. The doctor, a handsome silver fox of a man, took more the thirty minutes of his time to get my medical history, some blood and urine samples and some basic testing. Nothing felt rushed at all, I could get used to the “private treatment.”
If I can believe him, it seems I’m a very healthy Mailgirl. Alas, even private treatment didn’t meant that my lab results would materialize immediately. They should be available tomorrow evening, so Antje suggested we could discuss them Friday at lunch.
On yesterday evening I met my personal trainer for the first time. Now I understand what Antje meant with “kink-open”. When I told her I was training to become a better Mailgirl, she didn’t even bet an eye and not because she didn’t know what I was talking about. Amazonian dominatrix would do her justice. She doesn’t suggest, she gives orders and just expects me to follow them. I don’t think she’ll have any trouble to keep this Mailgirl in check.
Today, I was called into my first recruitment meeting. We are looking for new people since ages. I think we could easily double our workforce or even triple it, but qualified people are very hard to come by in our field. We need smart, techsavy people with a knack for numbers and the insurance industry has not the reputation to be a fun place to be around. So we marketing ourself now as sorts of a very tolerant workplace for “adventurous” people on all recruitment platforms.
This and word of mouth was successful as we got our first three candidates. Two of them, former freelancers signed immediately a third one insisted on talking to me before signing. She was very curious and asked me all kinds of (very enthusiastic) questions. She was obviously interested in Mailgirls and very bad at hiding it.
We will see what Melissa will do.
Oh… and if all these things weren’t enough, I’ve got another problem:
It seems that some of my coworkers have discovered all at once that I exist and that I’m a single. Some of them suggested to go out on a date. In the moment I don’t have the time or the headspace or the nerves to go out on a date.
How would a serious relationship with a Mailgirl would work out anyway?!
Which guy would want his girlfriend parading around naked at her workplace? Could that even work without him getting jealous. What if he wants to take the Mailgirl stuff back to home, invading the only safe spot I have?!
No men for me right now. Things are too tiresome and complicated as they are right now already.
I hope everything will be fine with your Mailgirl-Event,