Chapter 8 — We Need Some Kick-Ass Women
Recap: As this is chapter 8, reading chapters 1 through 7 would materially help the reader understand and enjoy the plot.
The story is set in the main complex and world headquarters of TRG, an American manufacturer and distributer of various technologies, mostly electronics. Both as a publicity stunt to boost sales, and to increase the security of messaging involving research and development between the various departments, TRG launched a program utilizing athletic, nude, female, couriers (mailgirls) and an accompanying reality television show which follows the mailgirls mostly through the use of an elaborate array of video security cameras and microphones spread thought the TRG complex. Anne (Mailgirl Number 3), a hard working but shy, frustrated, and submissive young woman, who trains as a triathlete, was recruited as TRG’s first mailgirl.
To add drama to the show, to portray the mailgirls in a heroic light, and to add to the twisted pleasure of TRG’s young dot.com billionaire, a controlling megalomaniac, Jim Dillard’s pleasure, mailgirl deliveries have tight deadlines which can only be met by Anne through utilizing her exceptional, athleticism. If she is tardy on a delivery, Anne risks physical correction (ass whipping) particularly when making deliveries to the Electronics Shop where the supervisor, Elka Visneski, demands nothing less than perfection and will eagerly have Anne flogged if she is so much as one second late or violates any of Ms. Visneski’s oppressive rules.
The story picks up as Anne finds herself smitten with the charms of a handsome patent attorney named Matt and is seemingly befriended by Gina who arranges a steamy romantic interlude between the two in a mostly unused stairway in the back of the building during Anne’s 15 minute afternoon break. Only later does Anne discover that Gina set up the meeting only to accommodate her voyeuristic pleasure and to further her own plans with Matt. At the same time, the Mailgirl Program recruiter, Jamie, is presenting her prized new recruit, a world class hurdler named Tanika, to the Mailgirl Committee to interview as TRG’s second mailgirl.
WHAT’S A TOWNER
“Come in,” the Director of the TRG Mailgirl Program, Dakota Collins said. Anne entered and assumed the tatsu position (hands behind the back with feet shoulder length apart). Dakota smiled. “Number 3, I’m assigning you as our primary towner.”
“What’s a towner?” Anne asked.
“A towner is a mailgirl who makes pickups and deliveries for TRG in town, outside the TRG complex, as necessary. Your duties as a towner will be in addition to your job as a security courier.”
“You want me to run all over town nude?”
“Of course, you’re a mailgirl. You’ll be wearing your skinsuit.” Dakota looked at a large map of the City divided into green and red zones hanging on the wall behind her desk. “The green areas are zoned business. The green zone is the area you may travel in provided we have obtained a film permit from the City in advance. The red areas are residential, schools, playgrounds and churches. We cannot obtain a permit for the red areas and you may not go into these areas at any time.”
“But the green zones are the busiest part of the city.”
“Yes, we want you to be seen. As a towner, you’ll be our most visible mailgirl.” Pointing to route number 2, Dakota traced the line with her finger all the way from the TRG office building to Main Street to the law firm and then thumped her index finger on the offices of Smith, Garrison, & Reynolds. “This will be the route you take today, route number 2. Don’t vary from it as it is the route that we identified in our film permit and if you take another route that could be a problem.
Anne instantly noticed that the route took her down Main Street into the center of the business district.
“It goes all the way downtown.” Anne looked panicked. “Ma’am, I can’t run downtown like this, I’m completely naked.”
Dakota gave Anne a quick glance. “Yeah, I noticed.” Dakota reached in a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of running shoes. “Don’t worry, you won’t be completely naked.” Dakota handed Anne the shoes. “I believe these are your shoes; I got them from your property bag.”
Her fears far from being assuaged, Anne looked at her shoes with incredulity.
“You can wear shoes when you’re making a delivery outside the TRG campus but if we use you on the grounds, you’ll need to be barefoot. Deliver this to our attorney, Mr. Reynolds.” Dakota rolled some documents into a 1 ½ inch diameter x 14 inches in length plastic tube with TRG Mailgirl Program stenciled on it and screwed the lid on tight. “This is a mailgirl tube. Don’t worry if it rains, everything will be fine. The tube is completely waterproof.”
Anne just stared at Dakota. If it rained, it wasn’t the tube getting soaked that Anne was worried about. Consisting of just a plastic tube with a screw on cap on one end and a carabiner clip beylikdüzü escort attached the other, Dakota took Anne’s hand and clipped the mailgirl tube to a D-ring on Anne”s mailgirl pager strap. The tube merely dangled from Anne’s wrist as she made no attempt to grasp it.
“Make sure to give these documents directly to Jackson Reynolds. This is urgent. I don’t want you to just leave it at the front desk. Put them in Mr. Reynolds hands yourself.”
Anne still looked overwhelmed. “You really want me to run all the way downtown and back wearing only my shoes? “It’s nearly five o’clock; they’ll be people everywhere. I can’t do this. They’ll be a 1000 people that’ll see me.”
“I hope so. Number 3, you’re in amazing shape. You’ve got a very athletic body and we want to show you off. You’re the pride of the program. You have nothing to be ashamed of; you’re a mailgirl, this is your job. Your skinsuit is all the uniform that you’ll need; wear it with pride. If anyone requests your credentials, just show them your TRG mailgirl badge tattooed on your back.”
“But,”
“You have 50 minutes from now to get there and back.” Dakota pecked at some of her computer keys and Anne’s pager vibrated signaling the beginning of the run and the starting of her run deadline countdown.
“But, but it’s got to be two miles through the busiest part of town.”
“It’s 2.1 miles to be exact, 4.2 miles round trip, and you now have 49 minutes and 51 seconds to get there and back. That’s easily enough time for someone as well conditioned as you are to complete the run even with a short wait at the lawyer’s office.”
Still looking panicked, Anne didn’t budge.
“You know, if you’re late, it could cost you strokes.”
“Everyone will see me.”
“And they’re going to see you with a really red behind if you don’t hurry.” Dakota took Anne by the shoulders and gently pushed her toward the door. “Smile a lot. I want you to look confident.”
Still embarrassed and reluctant about her mission, Anne hesitated but, with Dakota’s insistence, left the Mailgirl Office. At first, Anne just stood outside the office door and looked at her shoes. After a moment’s contemplation, Anne saw no other alternative and began jogging down the hall carrying the mailgirl tube in her left hand and her shoes in her right.
CITIUS, ALTIUS, FORTIUS
Although stark-naked, if Tanika was anxious when she and Jamie entered CEO Jim Dillard’s office for her interview with the Mailgirl Committee, it didn’t show. At 24 years of age, tall, rippling abs, muscular legs, with exceptionally well defined torso, biceps, shoulders, and buttocks, the African American athlete was easily the most physically gifted woman at TRG. The Latin words “Citius, Altius, Fortius” were tattooed one atop the other in one-inch tall bold gothic lettering across Tanika’s right rib cage.
Although Tanika’s powerful nude physique, determined eyes, and casual air of confidence were undeniably striking, only Jim Dillard and Jamie looked impressed. Mr. Fuentes, the director of TRG’s Mailgirl Reality Show seemed concerned with Tanika’s appearance, while Ms. Hayashi, TRG’s mailgirl training and discipline consultant, frowned and appeared highly critical of Tanika’s form. After an exchange of handshakes and introductions, Dillard pointed to the yoga mat on the floor.
“Please kneel,” Dillard said.
Tanika examined the mat and knelt.
“Hands on your legs and knees shoulder length apart please.”
Tanika put her hands on her thighs but didn’t part her legs.
Ms. Hayashi began the questioning, “your tattoo, what does it mean?”
“It says Citius, Altius, Fortius. It’s Latin for faster, higher, stronger. It’s the Olympic motto and it’s my motto.”
“Why did you feel the need to write the motto on your body? Couldn’t you just remember it?” Ms. Hayashi asked.
“In life, just remembering isn’t enough, it’s what you do that counts. I wanted to remind myself every day to live my life as a mission to succeed in everything I do and to do it better than the day before. Since you only live once, you might as well strive for nothing but the best. If you decide to settle for second rate in life, then second rate is all you’ll ever be.”
Dillard nodded his head in approval.
“Are you currently in a romantic relationship?”
“I’m seeing a few guys right now. Nothing serious, just test driving.”
“When was your last romantic relationship?”
“I’m not sure. Most of my relationships have been sexual but not what I would call romantic.”
“Why?”
“I wish I knew. I’ve never really emotionally bonded with a man. The relationships rarely get beyond the sex.”
“Do you want a serious relationship or do you want your freedom?”
“I’d like a soulmate but it’s got to be with the right guy.”
“What would make the guy right for you?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Are you heterosexual, homosexual, or bi?
“I like beylikdüzü escort men.”
“Have you ever been romantically involved with a woman?”
“No.”
“In your sexual encounters, did you initiate or respond?”
“When I want a man, I make the first move.”
“Would you describe your role in sexual encounters as dominate, submissive, or equal?”
“I’m not shy, not in life or in love.”
“Have you ever been nude in public before?”
“Occasionally I’ve gone skinny-dipping in the apartment pool after midnight with some friends, mostly guys.”
“Anything else?”
“I streaked once. I ran all the way around the athletic dorm naked on a dare?”
“Sorority initiation?”
“No. Just tequila.”
UGHHH!
Anne paused in the lobby of TRG and, with great trepidation, gazed out the lobby windows; people were everywhere. Viewing at her reflection in the windowpane, Anne could see the insecurity on her face to match the anxiety in her stomach. In just a few minutes, she would be streaking downtown at rush hour. Although Anne never considered herself as particularly attractive, it was not that she was ashamed of her body. Years of grueling triathlon training and weight lifting had transformed Anne’s body into top physical condition.
Nevertheless, Anne regarded her looks as, at best, plain. While the reflection in the glass showed a slender, very athletic young woman with a muscular abdomen and an exceptionally toned physique, her face was nothing special and her body lacked the curvaceous feminine form. Despite her athleticism, Anne never seemed to be able to attract the men she wanted. Anne really wanted to be beautiful; she wanted to be noticed, but, like most everything else in her life, no matter how hard she tried, beauty seemed out of reach. Now, as she stared at her naked body in the window, she just felt indecent.
Security guards and everyone in the lobby were staring at her; the onlookers appeared to be watching to see if Anne had the nerve to walk outside. Anne looked at the ceiling, three black camera domes were spread across the lobby. Clearly this scene was going to make the cut on the TV show; she had to be brave.
Anne squatted down and put on her shoes. Although she still wasn’t entirely comfortable being naked within TRG, at least it was safe. As corporate management had approved the program, even if employees disapproved of the idea of a naked female courier, they were reticent to be overtly rude. However, in town, Anne had no protection and people were free to denigrate and castigate Anne as they pleased. Anne feared the worst. She wanted to be confident that people would find her attractive but felt it was far more probable that she’d just be considered vulgar.
Bitter and emotional, Anne wanted an escape when she joined the Mailgirl Program. She wanted a new life, something wild, something exciting, and something which would get her noticed. Her little cubical had been confining and her job dead-end and boring. She wanted a job with action, and athleticism.
Now that she was nude and tasked with a 4.2 mile bare-assed run down Main Street and back in broad daylight, Anne wondered what she had gotten herself into; joining the Mailgirl Program seemed like a monumental mistake and Anne began to long for her cubical. At least in her cubical Anne was invisible; now Anne was almost certain that she would completely humiliate herself in front of the entire town and a world-wide cable audience.
There was no way around it. The Law firm of Smith, Garrison & Reynolds was in the middle of the business district on Main Street. It would be impossible to get there without being seen by at least 300 people, probably more, a lot more, and Anne knew she was already running behind schedule. If she didn’t hurry, she’d be coming back after five o’clock and the streets would be jammed with people. The terrified mailgirl looked at her pager, only 46:16 remained on her run and she hadn’t even left the TRG grounds. Going back was not an option, Anne knew that if she did that, she would be considered a failure and would be punished or fired.
Anne looked back down at her body. Nothing had changed; she was still nude and she was still indecent. Anne could barely handle being naked in the building and running around the town completely exposed was overwhelming. Fidgeting nervously in her embarrassment, the triathlete started forward only to see was a group of seven or eight young men just down the street walking towards her. Anne let out a squeal of terror ducked back behind a bush. The onlookers inside the building laughed.
Unfortunately, the plant offered cover from only one direction and a dozen people behind her were looking at Anne’s bare backside in great amusement, eagerly waiting to see what this naked young woman would do next. Anne’s situation was not improving. Her pager stated 44:57 and even more pedestrians were walking within eyesight on the street. By now, at beylikdüzü escort least twenty people had stopped what they were doing and were entertaining themselves by themselves by witnessing Anne’s plight.
Hearing a strange buzzing from above, Anne looked up. To her amazement, a camera drone hovered twenty feet above her, her nude body was being filmed to be seen by the entire world on television. For the first time since becoming a mailgirl, Anne felt that everyone, the whole world, was staring at her.
Anne was suddenly reminded of her favorite sexual fantasy, running a triathlon in the nude. She had never even given the slightest thought to actually trying to run a race nude and always considered the fantasy as nothing more than a silly, but stimulating, day-dream. Now, running nude in public didn’t seem like fantasy or a dream but somewhere between a reality and a nightmare. As Anne was stark-naked and about to go for a run in public, she decided to focus on her fantasy as inspiration in an attempt to merge it into her current reality.
As she concentrated on her fantasy of running a triathlon nude, although still frightened, Anne felt strangely energized. The more Anne thought about her fantasy of running a triathlon nude, the more her fear was offset with the erotic excitement of the event. As vitality emanated from her groin and radiated throughout hear entire body, Anne shivered when a surge of sexual exhilaration overcame her.
Taking a deep breath, biting her lower lip, and adjusting her grip on the mailgirl tube, Anne decided to just go for it. Stepping from behind the bush, Anne began racing down the boulevard in full view of everyone. Anne streaked through the middle of the group of astonished but very appreciative and cheering twenty-something year-old men and right past some less appreciative women.
“You go girl!” One of the young men said.
“Marry me,” Another man jokingly proposed as he knelt on one knee.
Anne blew through the park and dashed right through the middle of the outfield in a softball game. Although the bat cracked and the ball sailed into middle field, mesmerized by the athletic, naked, young woman dashing past him, the college-aged mid-fielder paid no attention. Anne smiled as the ball rolled past the player and the mid-fielder grinned and waived.
Not even the batter was moving. He dropped the bat and watch Anne in amazement as she ran though the playing field. The mailgirl became aware that everyone was looking at her, the softball players, the audience, the umpire, the couple walking their dog, all the people driving their cars, the joggers, the cop writing a ticket, and the woman getting the ticket. Everybody was staring right at her. By the time she passed by third base, the third basemen was grinning from ear to ear, unable to take his eyes off the streaking triathlete as she passed.
As the audience began clapping, cheering, and filming, Anne noticed that she was smiling too. Not just a little smirk but a big, show all the teeth in your mouth grin; a smile she couldn’t have wiped off her face if she wanted to. Her arteries filled with hormones and adrenaline, Anne’s energy level rocketed off the scale.
The whole town froze to see Anne’s nudity, her boobs, her butt, and her twat. It was all there to see and everyone seemed eager to see it. People were taking pictures and honking their horns. They were waving, cheering, and mostly just staring at her. Surprisingly almost everyone she was passing was smiling at her and many were taking photos of her with their cell phone. People were noticing her, they were looking at Anne as if she was beautiful. A second wave of sexual energy sent the Mailgirl into overdrive and Anne broke into a full sprint and turning onto Main Street with a spring in her step that she had never noticed before.
Accidentally colliding with a middle aged businessman, Anne asked if the sharply dressed man was alright. Too shocked to speak, the man just looked Anne over from head to toe without saying a word. The collision caused Anne to miss the light and she was forced to wait for a couple of minutes with a group of fellow pedestrians for a walk symbol to flash. As their excited eyes examined every inch of Anne, the mailgirl noticed that one astounded woman seemed memorized watching the sweat roll off Anne’s buttocks and drip onto the ground. Fascinated by Anne’s pert nipples, a man could take his eyes off them while the rest of the crowd eyed Anne up and down.
“Honey, you’ll want to see this.” A young woman said to her boyfriend who hadn’t noticed Anne yet. When he looked, his eyes flew wide open and the guy visibly reacted in glee.
WHAP. The young woman hit her boyfriend upside the head. “I said you could look, not gawk.”
“Is that a mailgirl?” another woman whispered to her friend. “I read about it in the paper.”
“What else could it be?” her friend responded.
Two young men just couldn’t take their eyes off her. “Holly shit!” One of the young men exclaimed, “She’s gorgeous.”
Standing naked in a group of fully-dressed people, in business attire, brought caused Anne’s face to flush red with embarrassment but most of the people, especially the younger men, really seemed to enjoy it. The notice that Anne had always craved was suddenly being heaped upon her in inconceivable abundance.