Mitch realised that soft selling introductions would not work. He looked at the list he had concocted with Jackson and referenced the approved mailgirls agreement.
“I’ll stop you there,” Lindsay butted in. “I don’t like the agreement, but everything I do is acceptable within the agreement.” Jackson looked to say her piece. She did not get the chance as Lindsay continued. “If you don’t like it, there are other places you can work. And there are other mailgirls who are happy to take your place.” Lindsay stood there for a moment counting on the silence of the others in the room, knowing that there was nothing constructive they could throw back at her. She smiled, thinly. “I think this meeting is over,” she stated and turned, strode out, almost bumping into Jan on the way.
*
Fanny Durack stepped cautiously into Shane’s office. Her concern was greatened when she saw Shane was sitting on his couch. Which she knew was a bad mailgirl omen unless you had an itch to scratch. And today she did not. She stood near the door.
Shane sensed something of Fanny’s apprehension. “Close the door,” he asked. “And sit anywhere you want.”
Fanny obeyed the first command. And then she strode over and sat in Shane’s chair behind his desk. She leaned towards the office second in charge, her large breasts swinging, she knew, just enough to distract the man who usually seemed to usually get something from a visit by a mailgirl.
Shane remained sitting where he was with his arms crossed, so he must have got the message. “I have a problem — not that one,” he started, “and I was hoping that you could help me.” Fanny stared over at him but she was not going to give him anything until he explained. “I have to phone Rosemary before she calls me. She wants to come back to be a mailgirl for a day.” Fanny maintained her poker face. “I’m sure you know already know that, the way word gets around in this place,” Shane continued. “So I’m wondering what sort of reception she is going to get from the mailgirls if she tries that.”
“She’ll be with a camera crew of course,” Fanny replied.
“There will be a camera crew,” Shane confirmed.
Fanny sighed. “I’m not sure how you can expect it to go any better than last time. Anyone tuning in to see a naked Rosemary Millwall is going to be disappointed. Anything that can’t be hidden by skilful editing is going to be blurred out. In here we will all get an eyeful of your high profile journalist in the all-together. Her camera crew and you, no doubt, will get to enjoy it. And what’s the point of it all anyway? What is she likely to get onto the TV this time that didn’t get on the first time?”
Shane nodded. “But,” he started. Fanny raised an eyebrow. He continued. “The boss. Lindsay likes the idea because well, more publicity. And Rosemary keeps going on at me about discovering the true mailgirl experience.” He read Fanny’s unimpressed look. “Yeah, I know.”
Fanny shook her head. “Look, what do you want me to say?”
“Well, it’s going to happen. I’m just hoping it doesn’t end like Day of The Locusts.”
“Shane! We’re all nice people. We’re even nice to you.”
Shane grinned at that. “Were you thinking…” he started.
Fanny crossed her arms over her bare breasts. “Not today Shane. Save yourself up for Rosemary.”
“Do you really think so?” Shane automatically responded.
Fanny stood up, still mostly covering her body with her hands. She shook her head in amazement at the man’s chutzpah. “She’ll be naked and no doubt after she has spent an hour or two prancing around here showing everything off to the office and her film crew who will be capturing her every move — even though they won’t be able to show on TV, she’ll be gagging for it, especially from you.”
Fanny had maintained a degree of sarcasm which Shane would certainly not miss. But because she could not resist her own fun, she put her hands on her hips and stood full frontal facing Shane for a moment. “Do you have any messages for me? Anything you want me to ask Mitch?” she teased. She was starting to get turned on so she squeezed a nipple between two fingers for a moment. Shane said nothing as he watched her. So she left. Some other time, seemed the best idea. And she had time, she decided, for the dildo station on the next floor up.