“Thank God,” Pam exclaimed as she checked through the hamper. It was Jan’s turn to buy their lunches. Pam located hers. “We thought you had gone over to the other side!” Pam laughed. Annette sniggered. It was a joke that they rarely made about the lunch roster. But why not this time?
Jackson looked over to Lauryn in her chair who chose to look away and avoid the group mirth. Both Jackson and her knew that Lauryn was counting down the days. She had admitted to Jackson that she was finding it hard to get to tell the others. The now naked Jan collected her own lunch out of the hamper and sat back in her display seat, her legs spread, everything on display. Her re-transformation was complete.
“Did anyone notice?” Pam asked Jan.
“You mean about the lack of underwear?” Jan checked. She shook her head like it did not matter.
“I always wear mine,” Pam admitted. “Obviously I should dare…”
Monika Mayhem rushed in, aware that she was late for the start of their lunch break. Annette extracted Monika’s lunch order then looked over and smiled at the newest starter. “Where have you been?” she asked Monika as she handed it over.
“Making the coffee for an HR meeting that overran,” Monika explained.
“Yes, that happens,” Pam agreed. “Anything interesting happen there?”
“Budgets and things like that,” Monika recounted as the others in the room stopped to hear if she had any news. “Sorry,” she admitted, “that’s not my thing. I sort of glazed over when they started talking numbers and kind of just looked after their coffee needs on autopilot. Comes from working in a cafe for too long. Sorry.” No one seemed too upset at her lack of intel. You either got it or you didn’t. But Monika looked over to Pam who was sitting next to her. “You know, they didn’t look at me or even talk to me for their orders. I just wandered around and poured. Am I the only one is invisible to them? I mean I am a tallish naked woman and the staff in the meeting barely looked at me.”
“Sorry,” Pam, the former model replied, “that’s not a problem I have.”
“I mean look at me,” Monika continued, “I have the tits, I have this thing down here,” gesturing at her trimmed bush and what lay below, what is the problem?”
“Maybe you need to brush up on your presentation skills,” Annette offered.
Monika turned to her. “Really? All this stuff is not enough?” She was still promoting her largish tits and the fact that she was shaved below the bush making her lips appear quite prominent.
Kimiko sauntered into the room with a smile on her face. Annette noticed. “Kimiko, that’s unusual? You’re looking rather chipper today.”
Kimiko seemed confused by the term. “Chipper?” Or maybe she was just distracted and not paying full attention.
Annette was not going to let that go. “Happy, carefree. Are you in love or something?”
Kimiko looked over at Annette, wide eyed. “Is it that bad?” she asked, pretending that her English comprehension was poor. Now she was playing up to them. Since they all knew that it wasn’t.
Pam spoke up. “Kimiko, Monika needs some help with her presence. The fabrics haven’t been noticing her.”
At that moment Mrs Ogawa walked in, her usual stern manner. She strode over to a strong rope that hung from the ceiling. “Kimiko,” she ordered, “come over here please.” Kimiko showed no reactions as she went over to see what the visiting enforcer from Japan wanted of her. Mrs Ogawa held the rope which was looped through a pulley fixed to the roof. Naked of course, Kimiko stood facing her antagonist, passive, with her hands behind her back as the stern, leather-clad Mrs Ogawa wound the rope around the mailgirl’s feet, then around her waist and bound Kimiko’s wrists with the rest. While Kimiko stayed quiet and still, managing to avoid any eye contact with her tormentor.
Mrs Ogawa seemed to not care about Kimiko’s non-response to her. Instead, she nodded over at Jan and Pam who came over to hold Kimiko by the arms while Mrs Ogawa tugged the rope until Kimiko was hanging upside down from the roof.
The experienced mailgirls stayed silent. Monika, surprised, gasped. Pam looked over at her with an ‘I’m helpless to deal with this’ look as she sat back down. Monika remained shocked. But she decided to brave it. “Is this how I am supposed to attract people’s attention?” she tried.
Annette laughed, a little. “Oh no, one day she’s going to be running the company. That’s her practice.”
Monika turn back to Pam. “Interesting perspective,” she suggested not sure at all what any of it was about.
Pam smiled back at Monika. “Kimiko’s or Annette’s?” she asked.
But with Kimiko suspended upside down for no reason that the other mailgirls knew of, they took their places on their display seats to finish their lunch. Mrs Ogawa crossed her arms and stared at them hoping that they had got her message.
*
Emily Johnson knocked on her twin sister’s door then went straight in. She unloaded her worries immediately. “Cara, this must be serious. Family meeting? What the Hell is that? Do you know anything?”
Cara smiled. “I have no idea. We’ll just have to wait and find out.”
Emily nodded. “Feeling ready for some shocks? I’m getting sense that something is going on between them.” She smiled dangerously at her sister.
Cara looked worried. “Do you think they found out?”
“About our mailgirl thing?” She shook her head. “I’m sure there would have been a quiet word from Mum if that was it.”
Cara smiled and nodded. “I think you’re right.” She looked at her watch. “It’s time. Let’s go.”
They walked out to the dining room where their parents sat silently facing each other across the table. So far they were not giving any hint to their daughters. Emily took the head of the table. Sizing up the situation and choosing not to sit next to either Jessica or Mitch and seemingly appear to be on one parent’s side Cara sat a little away at the other end of the table facing Emily.
Emily decided to start things off “Do I have referee between you two or something?” she asked.
Jessica spoke up. “I hope not.” She looked straight at Mitch rather than at either of their children. She addressed them while staring at Mitch. “Girls, you’re old enough to be a part of this. Your father has been unfaithful and I am deciding what to do about it.”
Neither of the twins displayed any visible emotion about the revelation. What did Jessica expect? Emily looked to her sister, gave her a slight nod.
Cara smiled at the thought. “Is it a mailgirl?” she asked. Mitch looked to Jessica like this family gathering was her idea, so she needed to deal with the daughters. Neither parent said anything.
“Well, that explains a lot,” Emily decided. They all looked at her. “Well, that’s why dad wouldn’t let me become a mailgirl.” She feigned horror. “Who knows what could have happened?”
Cara decided to cool that down. “Which one?” she asked her parents.
Jessica looked at her. “Does it matter?”
Cara thought about that. “Well, it might. But why did you call us here if you weren’t going to be totally open about things?”
Emily leapt over the top of that. “Well, if he’s going to be around naked women all day…”