Mailgirls In Space Pt. 03

Part 3! I hope to make this one hotter while also trying to clean up my writing. I'm hoping this gets more depraved as we go along! Also, this one will focus more heavily on Mailgirl Number Twelve's perspective, unlike the earlier two, which bounced between Six and Jillian/Twelve a bit more. Although right now their perspectives are intertwined, so we'll still be following Six!

Mailgirls in Space pt. 03

Tuesday, 8 and 12's Second Day:

Mailgirl Six was starting to get pissed. More than she already was. At this rate, Human Capital was going to have them be full-service sex slaves within the ninety-day "pilot." She stood in her morning shower, letting the cold water run down her body, but just staring at the wall, fuming.

As usual, the girls all opened their email before putting their phones in their lockers and stripping for the ride over. That's where it started. The previous night's email was especially infuriating:

HC104: Mailgirls are no longer allowed unsupervised bathroom breaks while outside "The Terrarium." They must ask for and be granted permission from a superior (any non-mailgirl employee), who must log her break in the app, escort her, and watch her use the facilities. Stall doors shall be left open during their bathroom break.

The fact that she would now have to let some perv employee watch her pee (or worse) was disgusting. This morning's Human Capital decree was slightly more disturbing, in many ways:

HC105: Mailgirls are no longer allowed to be fed treats such as candy, other sweets, snacks, or fruit, etc. We have developed special "mailgirl treats" for purchase by employees. These are the only treats allowed to be fed to mailgirls."Mailgirl chow" and "mailgirl treats" are the only things mailgirls are allowed to be served or consume while on duty.

So, just another way the girls weren't human and could be treated like pets. Plus, now the press release came down that people were no longer being jettisoned to the surface, for any reason short of a felony. However, Davidson and the station commander visited the locker room this morning and assured the original six mailgirls that this rule didn't apply to them, as it was ironclad in their contracts and legally binding.

The following group, Seven-Twelve, however, hadn't had that clause added, for legal reasons, considering the new directive from command. Ten and Eleven quit on the spot, despite the financial penalties for doing so. Eight asked her and Twelve about it, but they both assured her she definitely shouldn't. Twelve knew what was in the contracts, because she had read them multiple times as the recruiter for the program. She would forfeit the completion bonus, her position with Apollo, and would be expected to repay not only her signing bonus, any pay she'd received for working on the program(which Twelve thought could include the past six months spent working on the Mailgirl app in IT, given how that clause was worded), as well as being billed for any other expenses such as food. And knowing Human Capital, Davidson, and Apollo Industries, they'd find plenty of expenses to bill her for.

Plus, they both assured Eight that they'd be there to get her through this.

She'd also noticed Twelve looking at her in a very specific way yesterday. The girl was trying to hide it, but she had caught her staring longingly. Twelve was HOT, so she'd have to at least placate her and give her some action at some point but wasn't looking to go further than that. With anyone, not even Three, whom she liked enough to date, and knew the feeling was mutual...

Okay, well, maybe that isn't true, she was thinking as Three approached and crawled under the shower next to her.

"Hey. You know, you look like you're about to punch a hole in that wall... I don't blame you, this is getting fucking weird."

She smiled at her friend, "Yeah, it really is... But I'm not entirely pissed about that stuff. I'm pissed at myself because... somehow, deep down, I know I like it."

Three leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Then she looked at her with those beautiful brown eyes, biting her lower lip. Her heart skipped a beat. God, she was dreamy as hell.

"I can't lie and say I don't at least a little bit. What is it? Like, this is a really fucked up thing to enjoy... are we that screwed up? "

"It's love-hate for me, Three. I like... being naked. Especially in a situation where I shouldn't be naked, by all standards of our society. And I can't even lie; I get off so hard whenever I masturbate because I like being watched. But at the same time, the dog stuff is weird, but like I can deal with it. People watching me pee is a bit far."

"Yeah, I agree. I mean, you hit the nail Six. I just wonder if the others feel the same way. Surely, they can't, right? I mean we're broken, somehow, that's why we're attracted to each other."

"For what it's worth, I think Two is over it, since her wife got roped into it. And Four has some insane desire to live up to her older sister, who was a mailgirl back on the surface, and like prove she can do this too, and even better. Even though I don't think she's told her sister she's a mailgirl yet. One and Five, I couldn't tell you," she paused momentarily, as Three started lathering up her pussy, being touched like that felt good. "And we're attracted to each other because we're both hot, and like putting on a show for the voyeurs out there."

She let a moan escape as Three was extra thorough with the soap. She was as much trying to wash her as she was trying to tease her sex. And she was doing it as much to put on a show for the voyeurs as she was for Six's benefit, and her benefit. Three squirted some soap in Six's hand, and that hand went right to the Asian woman's breasts, making sure to play with the girl's nipples a bit as she washed, eliciting a moan. They were practically moaning in unison.

"Are we... oh... how far... oh... going all the way?"

It wasn't a question, considering Three had inserted fingers into her while she asked it. They were going all the way. Again. She didn't notice Twelve staring at them like a jealous puppy whose owner was petting another dog. And even if she COULD see the crowd that had formed on the other side of the mirror glass, she wouldn't have noticed them either. All she cared about was Three's nipple, which was in her mouth, and the fingers in her pussy. Their naked bodies intertwined under the shower head, the cold water was doing absolutely nothing to cool them off, physically or sexually.

Six wanted to taste her, but bending down to do so wasn't a possibility until after she was no longer being fingered. Six had let her mouth off Three's nipple, and her fingers were just as deep in the other girl's pussy as Three's were in hers. The moaning was loud and coming from both girls, almost simultaneously. Somewhere in there, they had drifted out from under the water.

Three and Six didn't notice that either, they were far too busy with each other. The first orgasms hit simultaneously, both yelling so loudly, anyone in the locker room who wasn't aware of the lesbian sex in the shower was now. Six popped her fingers out, as soon as she was composed enough to move, dropped to her knees, and thrust her mouth onto Three's sex.

She was hungrily devouring Three's pussy while the other girls continued their morning routine, as though nothing was happening, despite the entire place being filled with the carnal moans of Mailgirl Three, who was pulling her head towards her, by the hair, as though she was trying to suck Mailgirl Six into her womb.

Three came again. Hard. Six had to hold her up by the legs or the girl would have probably hurt herself from the fall. Her legs were jelly. She slid down, on the wall, until she was kneeling, their faces now level, Three gave Six a hungry kiss on the lips. Six stood up and pressed the other girl's face to her crotch. She devoured her breakfast, eagerly. Now it was the hearty, carnal moans of Mailgirl Six that filled the locker room. It was a crime that the people outside were able to watch this for free. They should have paid admission for the glorious show the two mailgirls were giving them. Six had the best orgasm of her life, now it was Three's turn to prop her up from falling, letting her slide down to a kneeling position. She gave her lover an enthusiastic kiss on the lips.

"Fuck'" exclaimed Six. "We should start every morning like this."

"I mean... It's not like our new, perv masters in Human Capital would complain. We need to hurry and get finished though." Three stood up, helping Six up as well. The girls got back under the shower and this time helped each other wash for real and shave.

They finally noticed Twelve staring at them from two showers down, still like a jealous puppy. Six shot her an apologetic look. She really felt for the girl, it couldn't have been easy watching her obvious crush have sex with someone else, especially when their forced proximity allowed little chance to fully escape it. Despite that, the other woman's feelings weren't her problem. She and Three had something going on, and she was exploring that.

"So, what are you doing after work tonight? We've already fucked twice, want to have an actual date?" Three flashed her the cutest, pouty look as they left the shower.

"I can't today, Four and I are on evening shift." Starting this week, every evening, two of the girls were assigned to stay until 9:00 to clean the locker room and to manage the few pickups and deliveries that would trickle in for that couple of hours. Since there were only six mailgirls, that meant at least one evening shift per week. The pairs were assigned at random for the week. One and Five, Two and Three, Four and Six were the assigned pairs for this week. Each group would do one evening shift on either Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, then two groups would be chosen to do Thursday and Friday evening. The third group got the pleasure of doing the Saturday shift. "How about tomorrow?"

"I can't, Two and I have the evening shift tomorrow." Three pouted, as they toweled off with towels that were too small to cover anything. The air dryers had been conspicuously turned off last Friday. Mistress Nul claimed they were broken.

"Why don't we just meet up on Sunday? We can't be interrupted by mailgirl shit then. At least I don't think we can..." She was pretty sure that Sundays were their only guaranteed day off. "Or at least we shouldn't."

"It's a date!" Three jumped and hugged her, then planted another kiss on her lips. As they pulled back, Six got another look at those beautiful, Asian eyes. Damn, she didn't deserve this girl.

After Three went to the bathroom, Six bent down and took a drink out of one of the water bowls. She drank extra to help fill her belly, as she knew she wouldn't have time for breakfast now. Hopefully she wouldn't regret that, after all, she was well known to have a small bladder. She then went to a sink and started doing her makeup and hair. Her thoughts were drifting to Twelve, however. She felt guilty, for some reason, even though she'd already established Twelve's little crush wasn't her problem, and she had no obligations to return the girl's feelings. Especially now that she had a date with Three this weekend.

A date she was pretty sure was just a formality. They'd been intimate twice now after getting to know each other for a little more than a week. Although the sex itself was to fulfill a carnal need and was more "taking care of business" than it was intimate or romantic, the kisses and lead-up could have fooled everyone into thinking they were an established couple. Two had straight up asked if they had been dating before they became mailgirls. They hadn't even known each other, obviously, but Two's response of "could have fooled me" was telling.

But then she'd also had sex with Four a couple of times, although that was just to blow off some sexual tension; both girls were adamant there were no actual romantic feelings, they were merely friends with benefits. They were starting to feel like more than friends, but in a way that made the "benefits" feel wrong and gross. They were starting to become almost like sisters.

She also had to admit, she did share Twelve's feelings a little bit, although she was sure not to the extent Twelve seemed to. She remembered her heart fluttering the first time she saw the woman up in Landon Davidson's office, back when both of them still had names. When she was stripped of her clothes and roped into this whole mailgirl thing. And then again yesterday, when she was called back to that same office for a pickup. And the pickup turned out to be the newly christened Mailgirl Number Twelve.

The stuff with Three was different. Her heart skipped an actual beat every time the girl so much as looked at her. The pull she felt was like the tractor beam pulling the cargo hauler they rode in on that morning into the docking bay on Aurora Station. It was magnetic, in a way she had no possible way of escaping unless she was released, or it changed due to outside forces beyond her control. She was going to have to be careful to avoid getting tangled in a love triangle.

Having finished her prep, hair, makeup, brushed teeth, deodorant, and perfume, she noticed Eight and Twelve at adjoining sinks getting ready. She approached.

"Good morning, ladies. Remember, we're well over twenty-five demerits. We're getting punished this morning, so be prepared."

The two both looked freighted, having been reminded of this. Especially Eight. "Ew, I hate that. I hope it's not too bad..."

Innocent little Eight. "Sorry, Eight, knowing Mistress, and having been on the receiving end, she tends to go over the top with the first punishment. I'm afraid it'll be severe, I'm sorry."

Just then, the door opened, and Mistress Nul entered. "Ready for inspection, ladies. NOW!"

None of them needed to be told twice. Six knew from spending years on the ice with Russian coaches, even if she wasn't their skater, that Russian women were scary when they were angry. And Mistress Nul was almost always angry. She got into a kneeling position by her designated chain and fastened the collar and chain around her neck.

Once everyone was situated, Mistress Nul approached with her tablet. "We had some naughty business, I see."

She unhooked Three and then Six, and they stepped forward to a line on the floor where the girls were inspected, instinctively without being told. Inspections were not always done in numerical order, but rather in whatever order Mistress felt like doing them.

"SIX!" The woman began her inspection of the naked body before her. "Details. Now. Who with, how many, and intensity."

"With Mailgirl Three in the shower. Twice. About a 7, and a 10, but I would rate it higher if that was an option." She cringed every time she went through this humiliating ritual.

Mistress input all that into her tablet. The app tracked the number of orgasms, weekly, monthly, and all-time, during a girl's tenure. "Six, you little slut, you're the first one to break ten. And I see more than twenty-five demerits. You know what that means. Bench. Now."

She padded over to the spanking benches at the front of the locker room, taking the leftmost of the two, and bending over it, her arms resting under her chin.

"Three, you know the drill."

"With Mailgirl Six in the shower. Twice. I'd say an 8 and a 10, but I would give it a 15 if that was a choice."

"Very good. Knees."

Mistress Nul went about her inspections, unhooking girls and ordering them forward.

Twelve was in toes position, having her body meticulously inspected by a very intimidating Russian woman. She was trying not to recall the crazy events that had led her to this place.

"Twelve, you also have more than twenty-five demerits. Bench now, with your friends."

Twelve padded over to the benches. They were only big enough for two, and Six and Eight were already draped over the first one, one hand intertwined and Six reassuring Eight that everything would be alright. Twelve was jealous that she would have to go without that comfort, but she also knew Eight was even more in need of it than she was. She assumed her position on the second bench and awaited the punishment that was coming.

After the last couple of girls had passed inspection and taken their kneeling positions, Mistress approached the bench. "This is the first punishment for two of you, and for the new group of girls as a whole. I have something special planned."

Mistress went to her desk and pulled out three ball gags. She then fastened one to each girl, much to the horror of Eight. "I don't want too much noise, so these will keep you quiet."

She brought her riding crop up to Six's bare back. "Now, how many do we want today? How about a dozen each? That sounds good."

She dragged the crop across Six's back, then across Eight's, and approached Twelve. "You. I told you I'd be seeing you again. These other girls are here because of you, and I don't think they're so happy with you. I think they'll enjoy seeing you get this. On second thought, we'll go twenty. You deserve more than a dozen, but I have to keep it fair, so the other two once again suffer because of you."

Twelve felt the crop across her left butt cheek and let out a muffled cry. That felt deliberately harder than how she'd seen Mistress strike the girls in the past. Her right stung with another hit of the crop. Three, four, five, Mistress alternated cheeks, each one producing a muffled cry from Twelve. Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and finally twelve. Now she was crying actual tears. The final eight were to her naked back, rather than her ass, which stung in multiple ways. It reminded her she was now a slave girl to this Russian woman and her former boss in Human Capital.

Twelve was full-on sobbing now. She felt another crack of the crop on her back, this one harder than any of the earlier twenty. This one was meant to hurt. "NO CRYING. Mailgirls don't cry in the presence of others, Twelve." Twelve forced herself to stop. "Now, if I hear another peep from you, I'll chain you up in the lobby for your whole shift."

She approached a trembling Eight, Six, doing her best to comfort the girl. "You. You're too weak and innocent to be a mailgirl. I'm not going to let you go easily, though. I'm going to break you, and you're going to come out on the other end tough and strong."

She cracked the crop across Eight's ass, a whimper escaping the girl. One, two, three, four, five, six... Each strike elicited muffled screams and cries. Six tried her best to calm her, but that was incredibly difficult, not being able to talk. Eight got the same final strikes on her bare back, tears streamed down her face, but they were quiet tears, unlike hers. Twelve could smell arousal, but wasn't sure which girl it was coming from. Maybe all three of them? She reached back and felt her wetness.

Mistress approached Six now. "Six, I'm disappointed in you. You're meant to be training these two properly, and yet they received so many demerits on only their first day. Do better."

Six whimpered as the crop struck her. No screams or cries, only whimpers, until it struck her back. Then it was a muffled scream that escaped her each time. Not a tear was shed, however, the moisture escaping from her was on her crotch.

"Now go line up with the others. Feet."

All three scurried over and took their feet position at the end of the line. Mistress Nul approached, this time with a marker, and began retracing each of the three girls' numbers on their bodies. Both hips, lower back, just above the right breast. Twelve noticed the other girls already had fresh markings. They were dismissed to the floor.

Twelve had spent all morning trying not to cry. Thankfully, the morning was uneventful, outside of the spankings. Six's crew had even managed not to rack up any demerits. Just before first break, a room Six had recognized came across their MMUs.

"Oh, that's Mr. Hawley! He's sweet and gives me treats and holds me behind so I can rest. He calls on me every day around now." The blonde seemed genuinely excited to make this run, so Twelve felt good about it too.

They hurried up to Mr. Hawley's office, using the stairs. Twelve was still having trouble keeping up, but it was getting a little easier. She'd never been someone who needed to work out to stay looking good, so she never did it regularly. And her previous job was mostly office work. She was going to get her exercise now, she just wished she was wearing a sports bra. Nudity was her reality now. She still had to fight the urge to cover herself, but Six slapping her face every time she tried broke her of that urge quickly.

They arrived at Mr. Hawley's secretary's desk. She was a very pretty older woman, had to be in her 50s. Not mailgirl material, but for her age was doing well for herself. "Hi Six. You brought friends?"

"Yes, Mrs. Summers. I'm training Eight and Twelve to be mailgirls today." The girls all took their feet positions. They had plenty of time, and Mrs. Summers wasn't likely to let them go over. "More naked women running around, wonderful," the secretary sighed, "you girls can go in, Mr. Hawley is waiting."

Six opened the metal door with her watch, and it slid open. Once inside, Twelve marveled at the simple office before her. It was very humble and home-like, the exact type of office you'd see in someone's home. Apollo gave employees a lot of leeway for decorating offices; hers had been very cozy, and she even added an electric fireplace.

Mr. Hawley was about his secretary's age and a good-looking man. She entered her feet position with the other girls, instinctively. Mr. Hawley waved, "Knees. I'm going to have to keep you here a while."

They all complied. He addressed Six, whom he'd summoned specifically. "Six, you brought friends. Are we training the new crop of mailgirls today?"

"Yes, Mr. Hawley. These two are learning under me for a while."

"Good!" The man typed on his computer, "This station is a lot of ground to cover for only six mailgirls. Hopefully, your days will get a bit easier so that you can better serve the company."

"Yes, sir," Six nodded, "that's the idea."

Mr. Hawley nodded and continued working. Twelve was wondering how long they'd be here when Mr. Hawley picked up his phone and input some credits in the app to hold the three. After typing for about twenty minutes, he finally stood up. He pulled a flash drive out of his computer and what looked like a few round chewable blobs that must have been these new "Mailgirl treats" they read about in the email earlier.

"Feet girls." They all stood, and he fed each of them the little brown blobs, confirming they were indeed "mailgirl treats." She almost gagged. It was a salty-tasting, slightly cheese-flavored, bland thing with a chewy but weird texture. She swallowed it as soon as it was swallowable. He then put the flash drive in Six's mouth and petted her on the head. "I need that to go to Human Capital."

He tapped his phone to Six's watch, and they were off to Human Capital. She didn't look at the exact location until they hit the stairs. She went white when she did and froze. Six started descending the stairs and turned around.

"Twelve, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost?" She hadn't put together why yet, although it should have been obvious.

"Th-That-That's my old office," she croaked, "I don't want to go. I don't think I can."

Six walked over and hugged her, and surprisingly so did Eight. Her breathing was heavy, and she was about to cry. "Hey," the Black girl spoke up first, another surprise, "it'll be okay, you're not alone. Six and I are with you all the way."

"Yeah, we got you okay? Like I've always said, mailgirls stick together." Six squeezed her tighter. The skin-on-skin contact from both girls was comforting. She wished Six would squeeze tighter and never let go. She was enjoying the comfort of Eight, precisely because it was so unexpected from a girl who seemed to hate her just yesterday. Not that she could blame her, after all, Jillian Mitchell had directly recruited the first eleven mailgirls before being made to become Mailgirl Twelve herself. Perhaps her feelings toward Six were because she was the only one who seemed to accept her lot in life without blaming Twelve and was therefore the only one who treated her with respect and kindness yesterday. That was likely not the full reason, but it was amplifying her feelings.

"Alright, as much as I love naked group hugs with other hot naked girls, we've got to go," Six broke the hug and put her leadership hat back on. "We're cutting it close, and something tells me we don't want to be late to Human Capital. Especially not this time."

The other two nodded in agreement. Eight squeezed her shoulders and smiled. "Ready."

Twelve took a deep breath, "Okay, I'm ready as I'll ever be." They were off.

They got to Twelve's old office just in time.

"Whatever happens here, everything will be okay," Six pulled the other two girls into a hug. "Let's go."

She opened the door. Twelve felt the knot in her stomach tighten even further as it hissed and slid open. She closed her eyes and ducked in quickly.

"Ah, the prodigal daughter returns to Human Capital." She heard a female voice say. She didn't have to open her eyes to find out who it was, but she opened them to see Jasmine Philips leaning on the edge of her desk, arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a pink skirted suit that was tight enough to accentuate her perfect figure and heels that matched her skin color enough to be considered "nude." Her combination of loose curl pattern (close to Six's hair texture), blue eyes, and caramel skin color that was a nearly exact match to Eight's gave her away as being mixed-race.

"Toes. All three of you."

The girls complied, and Jasmine paced in front of them, shaking her head. "Jill, your taste in mailgirls is questionable," she approached Eight first. "This one's tits, if you can call them that, more like mosquito bites. Far too small for a mailgirl if you ask me. And has she heard of a razor?"

She shook her head as she felt Eight's bare pussy. She'd just shaved this morning, Twelve knew there couldn't be anything there. "Knees, girl."

As Eight knelt, she approached Six. "And this one? Where do I even start? Hair's too short and piercings, and tattoos? Oh, and you are a little too fat," she poked Six in the stomach. There wasn't much there to poke.

Shut up, she's fucking beautiful, both of them are you're just a stupid bitch. Twelve wanted so badly to punch Jasmine for calling her friend fat, there was barely any fat on her.

Jasmine took the flash drive from Six's mouth and then reached down and touched the naked girl's pussy. "Another one. I thought you were supposed to shave? And you're both sweaty." Her hand lingered on Six far longer than could be considered proper for a pubic hair inspection, Twelve thought she might have even stuck a finger in there as well.

"Six, Eight, you have 20 minutes. Back to the locker room, shower, and shave. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

The two others scurried off, leaving Twelve all alone with Jasmine. Twelve was trembling, this one was scary. Unlike her, Davidson would have a rough time making this one into anything resembling a decent mailgirl. She was far too strong-willed and not very humble or polite. She'd probably scare some women into signing contracts.

"Let's see if you're better at grooming yourself than the other two, Jillian."

"Ma'am as per Human Capital I am only to be referred to by my mailroom..."

"Can it Jillian," The woman said as her hand felt her pussy, definitely sticking a finger up there, and lingering uncomfortably long. "You're dripping wet, just like your friends."

Her hand was still on Twelve's pussy, her thumb rubbing uncomfortably close to Twelve's swollen clit, and her index finger was definitely inside her. "You get off on this, don't you, little slut. You love it, don't you?"

She finally took her hand off Twelve's sex and wiped it on her skirt. "Knees," Twelve complied. "You got my skirt dirty, now I have to change. That'll be some demerits for you and your friends, plus the ones for them being improperly uniformed... that puts you at twenty-five. Looks like I'll get to see you girls get punished again... Oh, maybe I'll call Mistress Nul up here and we can do a private session. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"If you say so, ma'am..." Twelve said meekly. "This mailgirl will take her punishment however you see fit."

"Hahahaha," Jasmine cackled. "Boy, they trained you well already, didn't they? Who'd have thought that Jillian Mitchell was such a submissive, deep down inside?"

Jasmine tossed the drive on her desk and folded her arms across her chest. After staring down at Twelve for several minutes, she finally broke the silence again.

"Your friends are going to be late," she shook her head. "Tsk, that's more demerits. Are we going for double the spanking today? They have about thirty seconds."

The door slid open, and Six and Eight barreled in, about twenty seconds late. "I knew it. Useless sluts you are. Six, Eight toes for inspection."

Jasmine did another inspection. Still lingering longer than she needed to on each girl's pussy and inserting a finger. She played with both girls, teasing them. Definitely beyond what could be considered proper for a pubic hair check, and a violation of both. Neither looked happy, of course. Eight had a tear stream down her cheek, Jasmine either didn't notice or pretended not to notice. Six looked like she might let a tear escape but held it back.

"Much better. You're dripping, Eight. I bet I could get you off in seconds if I wanted to," she finally pulled away from the girl's crotch. "Now you two, turn around. Knees and elbows. Spread those legs wide for me, I want to see every inch of those pussies and assholes."

Six and Eight closed their eyes and did as they were told. First kneeling, then bending over and spreading as wide as each girl could. Jasmine was getting an unobstructed view of the most intimate bits of each. Their asses were thrust in the air and their breasts hung down, Six's nipples barely grazing the floor.

"Aw, you're all trained so well. Wider ladies, I want to be able to see the inside of your wombs," the girls strained to get a bit wider. "That's better. Now Jillian here was just wondering what was on this little drive, weren't you Jillian?"

This woman continued to torment Twelve with the use of her given name. She wasn't doing it to be nice, she was doing it to deliberately be disrespectful. Her tone gave it away. She was saying it in such a mocking, condescending way. She glanced back at Six and Eight, a deplorable grin on her face. She was enjoying this torture way too much. "I'll have to suggest to Davidson and Mistress we start anal bleaching though... "

Twelve wasn't worried about what was on the drive, she was fighting the temptation to grab the other two girls and run. Or break down and cry. She just wanted to bury her head in the sand and hide, and she hasn't even had the worst go of it; the other two were not only violated twice, but now in the most humiliating and exposed position possible. All three were terrified.

"Ma'am, it's not a mailgirl's job to care what is in the messages; we simply deliver them."

"Ha. Oh, that's rich," Jasmine took the drive off the table and held it up between her index finger and thumb. "We had legal go over some things for the new mailgirl contracts going forward. We've added some interesting new tweaks. I'm sure you'll love some of what's coming your way... I won't spoil the surprise. We'll be implementing the new contracts after the new group starts next week... you'll see in time."

The MMUs alerted the girls to break time. "Ah, it's your break, I see. You'd better get going, Jillian, you have slut duties to address. Go." She waved the girls off.

The break had been uneventful. Mistress Nul wasn't there, only the Mailgirls. The girls talked about what happened in Jasmine's office. Eight seemed more shaken up than the others but was also insistent it wasn't that big of a deal. Six insisted they would have to get used to it; inspections usually included at least a passing graze of the genitals, to check for stubble, but what had just happened was quite beyond normal. Even so, some higher-ranking execs would see how far they could push it, so they'd have their share of similar ones, just a part of life as a mailgirl. Although Jasmine was a glorified mid-level recruiter, with a lot less power than she thought she had, so the three agreed they'd remember this for the future, and Twelve especially was going to keep a close eye on the woman to monitor any abuses of power. She was determined to take her down, and Six and Eight were squarely in her corner. Jasmine Philips would be a mailgirl if they had anything to do with it, and they were confident Davidson would gladly cooperate, even if he wasn't in on the actual plan.

At about noon, the girls got a notification alerting them to their lunch break. They were under three consecutive shower heads. Twelve was to the left, Eight to the right. Six in the middle, currently with her hand between her legs, while her two trainees were trying to shower. Twelve had never been THIS close, within inches, but she'd seen the girl masturbate before, so she was barely able to stay composed and not look like she was glancing over while washing. Eight was staring at her, horrified at what her friend was doing. Six had desperately wanted to do this since the Jasmine encounter, but hadn't had a chance to on first break, she had been starving after skipping breakfast, so had to eat a full serving of chow after their conversation about the event.

"Oh oh... Gaaaahhhh!" She came. Hard. Her body was convulsing, and she almost fell over, but managed to stay standing. After a minute or two, she stood up straight and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Ya know, Eight, it's kind of an unwritten rule to turn away and give a girl some privacy... or at least the illusion of it."

"Or not," One chimed in from the fourth shower. "She doesn't care, some of us like an audience, and she's the poster girl of that group, right, Six? She'll probably go into porn when she's done as a mailgirl."

Six blushed, "Guilty as charged. I don't care, but some girls do, so it's best to err on the side of not staring... Also, I wouldn't rule out a career in that after this. There's already pics and videos online, it'd be nice to actually get paid for the content and make money off it."

"I'm not going to lie and say I've never been tempted, I'm just waiting for it to happen organically... although I kept turning away from you for a reason, Six..." Twelve finished rinsing and turned her water off.

"I don't think I'll ever do that. That's something I'll never be ready for, the nudity is one thing, but masturbating or having sex where everyone in the lobby and cafeteria can see... Not me, sorry. Also, wait, people film us and post it online?!"

Eight was so cute and naïve. "You're lying. I smell it on you, even here in the shower, and I could hear your juices while Jasmine was inspecting you. Girl, just do it. This innocent thing... it's going to make life harder for you, so I suggest coming out of your shell and having fun at least," Six was scolding her like a big sister, which seemed to be their default relationship dynamic, already. "I'm just looking out for you, not trying to be harsh. People will take advantage, and I don't want to see anything happen to you, is all. Plus, it feels really good to get it out of the way that first time. And if you do it next to one of us, who's also doing it, a lot fewer eyes are on you exclusively; it's a bit easier, just keep that in mind. And we're naked and masturbating in public, essentially, I'd be shocked if these pervs weren't taking pics and video and there weren't a hundred websites dedicated to it... Mailroom-sluts. com is probably my favorite though, it's still got a huge database going back like 80 years or something like that."

The girls all finished up at the same time and made their way out of the shower. Twelve was thinking about her future and what it'd be like to do something so sexual, even more so than her current job for a living. "I feel like porn might be a stretch though. Maybe webcamming might be more your forte," she wasn't so sure she'd do even that. Six would be great at it, though. "Although you and Three do enjoy fucking in public, so maybe you would be good at full on porn."

As they were approaching the food bowls in the center, the door slid open, and Mistress Nul entered the room... with two new naked girls in tow. A slim but curvy Latina and a shorter, but similarly built blonde, both probably around 5'4" or 5'5" if Twelve had to guess.

"Looks like they replaced Ten and Eleven already..." One sighed. "Not even a full day."

"Yeah, unfortunately, Davidson likes to move fast. And it is easier to move quickly, we always liked to get the girls in for at least half a day, this way they get a start and don't have time to think about it... I learned that lesson the hard way. If you give them any time between signing and starting work, they run. Fail to recruit too many mailgirls, Davidson gives you a prize... you'll never guess what."

"YOU get to be the next mailgirl?" Six laughed.

"Yup," she sighed. "Even without us trying to make it happen, I've been assuming I'm getting to see that Jasmine girl he replaced me with, VERY naked at some point."

By now, the girls had each made themselves a bowl of "mailgirl chow," shredded beef and cheese flavor, according to the label was the menu for today. It looked like the same grayish, mostly flavorless blob as usual. Six and One still insisted they couldn't taste much of a difference. Three still somehow insisted she could, and the shredded chicken was the best.

She was not looking forward to bending down and eating like a dog, again, and she was positioned right in front of the mirror. Everyone in the room beyond the glass, and it was a lot, lunch hour was a universally popular time to gather and watch "Mailgirl TV," as Six and the other OG's called it, would be getting a perfect view of Mailgirl Twelve's cunt and anus. She was embarrassed but strangely turned on. She wondered if she could masturbate and eat at the same time. She was going to find out.

She bent down on all fours, sticking her face in the bowl, licking its contents. Her left hand came up, went between her legs, and straight to her aching pussy. It was time for Mailgirl Twelve to put on a show of her own.

She started by teasing the outer folds of her labia while trying to swallow a chunk of the gray slop in her bowl. She kept rubbing vigorously as she ate more. It was a bit tricky with only one arm to lean on the floor, but she was managing. Her clit was poking out now, so she gave it some special attention with her index finger, then inserted it along with her middle finger inside her. Next thing she knew, she was almost done with her lunch, moving her fingers in and out of her rhythmically, while allowing her palm to rub her clit.

She was done with the food, but not currently worried about the bowl she still needed to lick clean. The other girls in the room were a vague, distant reality, a blurry haze. Nothing else mattered right now, other than finishing herself off. And that was not going to take much longer. Her fingers were moving faster now, and she could feel the climax building to a head. Her carnal screams filled the locker room and probably escaped to the lobby and cafeteria outside. Mailgirl Twelve was a virgin no longer, her cherry was now popped: she'd gotten herself off in the locker room.

"Day TWO!!!!!" Six crawled over and planted a big, wet, very enthusiastic kiss on the lips of her fellow mailgirl. "During lunch, that's even quicker than me. I managed to wait until the end of my second shift." Six planted another one on her lips. "I'm proud of you. How'd it feel?"

Twelve couldn't think straight. Between having just gotten off and the biggest crush she'd ever had in her life kissing her twice, her brain was blank. She just stared at Six with the biggest post orgasm heart eyes and planted a kiss on the girl's lips. Six didn't stop her; if anything, she kissed her back. Their hands were beginning to roam each other's bodies.

"Wait. Not right now, we don't have time... After work or next break, but not now."

She pouted, as she knew her mentor was right; they'd be lined up for inspection soon. A quick touch-up of makeup, hair, and perfume, and the girls were inspected and sent along. Six and Twelve's orgasms were logged. The new girls would go with Mailgirl Five after afternoon break.

The girls had just done their interdepartmental delivery from Liam Parker to his wife, Holly, like yesterday. Unlike yesterday, they got to meet Mrs. Parker. She was probably about thirty years old and a beautiful redhead. Twelve would have probably recruited her, except she was a bit high up already to be on her radar. Still, she was on a "B-list" Davidson had given her of women that they'd take if they volunteered or if they received another opportunity to do so.

Not only was she beautiful, she was absolutely one of the kindest, sweetest people any of the three mailgirls had interacted with thus far. As was her secretary, Corrine. They treated them like actual humans, not naked slaves or some kind of office pet, unlike so many others. Holly, she insisted the girls use her name, as Corrine had, seemed genuinely interested in them as people, rather than sex objects. Afterwards, they were off to legal.

Now they were heading to research and development. Eight had a little metal ball in her mouth that supposedly held a recorded message, it was some really high tech stuff Twelve wasn't sure about. Apollo Industries was a space tech company so space ships and really techy stuff were mostly what they did. Mailgirls were mostly for the support departments.

Eight didn't look thrilled, but Six was sick of carrying things in her mouth all the time, so she made her do it. She seemed committed to breaking the girl of her innocence. Twelve didn't want that to happen, but Six was likely right in that it definitely did not mix well with the sexual nature of their job, and she'd much rather see Six gently erode at it over the next week, rather than something happening to her later while she was on her own, without the buffer of the other two mailgirls, that broke her beyond repair. Six could get her to a place where she was well balanced and had the adorable innocence that made her so cute, but wouldn't be completely taken advantage of by the regular employees. She regretted recruiting this girl to the program, she wished she'd known just HOW innocent and sheltered this girl was; she hated that she was the reason Evelyne Wilson was being corrupted.

She, of course, felt guilty about recruiting all of the girls she did, however, Six insisted it wasn't a big deal. She was a bit of a self-confessed pervert, even before this. A lot of people had seen her naked already, although she wouldn't elaborate. Twelve had some suspicions based on her quick assimilation as a mailgirl; this quite possibly wasn't her first sexual job. Although there was nothing in her background that confirmed this. And Six had warned her; she would be making it up to them soon. She wasn't sure what the girl meant by that, exactly, but she had a sneaking suspicion it would mean something sexual.

She hoped she would get to do something with Six first. She'd slept with girls in college, and considered herself to be interested in them, at least sexually, but this was the first crush she'd had on another woman that was anything more than a passing curiosity. Of course, the girl was basically taken, at least she had thought so until lunch. Now she didn't know what to think.

They got to R&D and the executive's office, who was receiving the message ball thing. Of course, that executive was making them wait, in their knees position. Twelve was trying to keep her gaze down, but she also wanted to stare at Six. She had it bad. Even worse since they kissed.

The man whose office they were in finally finished his video call and stood up to come take the metal ball from Eight's mouth. They were all still wondering how that thing worked. They wouldn't be finding out now.

"You're dismissed." He tapped his phone to release them, and the girls all scurried out to the mat outside the office.

Six and Eight kneeled on the mat, Twelve assumed a spot on the floor to Six's left. "How are we feeling today, ladies?"

Six was always playing big sister. Twelve thought it was cute but hoped that wasn't how she saw her.

"I'm fine. Glad it's almost over," Eight looked a little down. "I can't wait to get in bed and cry."

"Unfortunately, that won't be happening," Six was genuinely disappointed to be delivering the bad news. "We have evening shift, which means we're here for two extra hours, and we have to sleep in the locker room, because there's no shuttle to take us back to the other station."

"But there are no beds in the locker room? Where do we sleep?"

That innocence again, Twelve wished she were that blissfully naïve. "On the floor. Naked and chained to a pole."

"Yup, she's right. And someone will unlock us in the morning. Life of a mailgirl." Six rolled her eyes.

Six, Eight, and Twelve were in accounting, being ogled by a very creepy manager. He had them in toes and was openly ogling their naked bodies. He wasn't doing any sort of inspection, beyond just drinking in their exposed breasts and vulvas. He'd given them demerits just because he thought Eight's boobs were too small. Eight was an absolutely beautiful girl but was very skinny and certainly had very little in the boob department, most of them were her dark nipples and areola. Although none of the three had what anyone would consider a large bust, of the three, Twelve was the most well-endowed, but not by a lot; Six was right behind her. They were both of fairly average size, however.

Her feet were aching from being on her tippy toes, and Twelve wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep the position. Her calves were shaking like crazy, and she was sure she was about to lose it.

"Feet," the man said to the three girls. "Spread those legs a little wider for me."

This guy was a total creep, but all three did as they were told. Now they stood there waiting, cunts on full display for a perverted accounting exec. He printed out some papers and placed them in a plastic tube... they'd be carrying something by mouth again. Although digital messages were an option, and had been nearly the default form of communication on all stations up until Apollo introduced the mailgirls program, it seemed the employees enjoyed hot naked girls carrying stuff in their mouths, and so paper had become more common, literally overnight. Since the tube idea was implemented yesterday, it seemed to be a big hit.

He stuck it quite a bit more roughly than necessary in Six's mouth and then drank in her naked body one last time before dismissing them. Once outside, Six pointed to the tube and grumbled a muffled "Twelve, it's your turn" and gestured for her to take the tube from her, using her mouth. Six had exchanged the hologram ball with Eight earlier, using her hands to hand it to the girl, and was rewarded with five demerits by a legal assistant for using her hands, not her mouth. It was safer to do it this way.

Twelve leaned in and tried to grab the tube with her teeth, but there wasn't enough room in the middle, with Six's mouth in the way. So, she had to move to one of the ends and grab it that way. Her lips went easily around the plastic tube, and she grabbed it in her teeth. Her face and Six's were very close together, and from a distance, it was not lost on her how erotic this must have looked to the other employees. It certainly was turning her on, and she was disappointed pulling back as Six released the tube.

"Aww, you look so cute with something in your mouth, Twelve!" Six was, of course, going to mess with her at least a little bit. After checking their MMUs for the location, they were going back to legal.

The trek to legal was a hustled one. This one was a "premium rush" delivery, so the girls had to hustle. Twelve was getting better at running the stairs already. Granted, her legs were on fire, and she felt like she might die, but at least she could make it without stopping. The maintenance stairs weren't very clean, and Twelve couldn't help but notice how disgustingly dirty her bare feet were. Hopefully, she wouldn't get scolded for it, and last break, and another shower was coming up soon to clean it off.

As they went up, she of course looked up at Six's ass. It was cute, she saw all the years of figure skating had given it a nice shape, although it wasn't huge, it was there. She could also, of course, see the girl's pussy poking out through the cheeks. She definitely would never complain about that.

She had to try not to get too distracted, or she might fall behind. Luckily, they were almost done on the stairs. They finished their ascent and came to the top of the stairs. All three were glistening and breathing a little heavy, but they didn't have time to pause. They had less than thirty seconds to get to the office. Another sprint. In the door they went, and the three nude women were off across the offices to their destination. They were too busy sprinting while tired to notice or care about the stares from regular employees. They got to the office just in time. The exec was in a video conference, so the secretary handled this one.

"Ms. Downs is going to be a while," the man said as he input their arrival in the Mailgirls app. "She says she needs to get this drive over to central input," he said, handing a hard drive to Six. "We need that done stat, premium rush."

The girls all looked downtrodden. They'd have to sprint again. The secretary input the info on his smartphone app, and the girls were off, sprinting again.

Central input was a long way from legal, and it was a rush, so the girls were allowed to use the elevators. The three were breathing heavily and sweating. Six was okay, but Twelve looked like she was one step from dying, and Eight didn't look too far behind her. They had a few minutes of rest on the service elevator.

It had been a long day, and it was nowhere near over. Eight looked exhausted. "I need a nap."

"Me too, but we can't do that yet," Six wished they could. "I promise we'll get everything cleaned up as quickly as possible once the other girls leave, and then we'll cuddle up on the floor and crash as soon as our shift is over."

"Aww, does that mean I get to cuddle up with a hot naked girl tonight?!"

Six smiled at Twelve. She wasn't going to say no. "Sure, if you want to... or you know we can just sleep."

Twelve blushed, and Six couldn't help but think how cute the girl was, all pink and red like that. She'd try to be a good girl tonight. It wouldn't be easy.

"Just don't keep me up all night," Eight rolled her eyes at them.

"Like I said, we could just sleep. And remember, we're probably getting spanked before Mistress Nul leaves. So, we'll be even more tired, probably."

The service lift skidded to a halt. They were at the central computer. Apollo had built this station to be a corporate headquarters, even before they started collaboration with NASA and other national aerospace agencies, and a few other private companies to build Andromeda, and then built the other two stations they currently owned; the other ten stations were not Apollo Industries. So, Aurora, being an older model, had still been built with a central computing unit, while newer ones had been built with a network of computers, as well as other fail-safes to prevent everything from being hacked. Currently, Apollo was putting finishing touches on Aurora II, an ultramodern station they would be moving to soon. The finishing touches included a mailgirl locker room, which could easily be converted to another type of space if the program wasn't picked up after the pilot ended in just under three months. But that wasn't looking like it would be a problem, judging by the popularity of the girls so far.

They were face-to-face with a couple of very large, armed security guards. "AH, finally you sluts got here."

A large, tall, very burly black security guard, with what sounded like a hint of Caribbean accent, tapped Six's MMU to mark them as having arrived. He then ripped the drive out of her mouth more forcefully than was necessary. They both made sure to stare nice and long at Six's tits and pussy.

"Ya know, we could have a lot of fun if we really wanted to?" The white security guard said as he shifted his gaze right on Eight's bare mound.

"Yes, we certainly could, if you wanted to get fired." The other guard continued staring right at Six's exposed sex.

"We run this station, it'd be administrative leave, followed by an investigation that wouldn't find anything. Like a month or two vacation at worst."

Her eyes were wide now, Six was hoping this guy was just being a dick. She wasn't sure what he meant by "have fun," but she was pretty sure she didn't want to find out. Armed and way bigger than her, she'd still kick both their asses if they hurt either of her two charges. Especially Eight.

Thankfully, the other big burly guard had a brain. "No, Carter. We're not doing anything inappropriate. You're gross."

He tapped Six's MMU again and let the girls go. They bolted out of there before anyone could change their mind.

Six, Eight, and Twelve were bent over the spanking benches at the end of the normal workday.

"Ow! Twelve, thank you, Mistress."

Six had received her twelve lashes with the paddle first, then Eight, who surprisingly took it like a champ. At least compared to the whip this morning. Twelve was bracing herself for her turn, and Mistress Nul had saved her for last, of course.

"Twice in one day, Mailgirl Twelve. I'm disappointed. You three really love being bad girls and getting spanked," Mistress Nul tapped the paddle on Twelve's butt, which was still a bit tender since this morning's whipping. "Count."

She swung the paddle and struck Twelve on her ass. "One. Thank you, Mistress."

The second came swiftly after. "Ow! Two, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ow! Three, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Four, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Oh Ahhh! Five, thank you, Mistress!"

Smack! "Ow! Six, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ow! Seven, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ouch ouch! Eight, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ahhhh! Nine, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ow! Ten, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ow ow! Eleven, thank you, Mistress."

Smack! "Ahhhhhh ouch. Twelve, thank you, Mistress."

"Very good. No tears. Now go get ready for your evening shift."

The three girls got off the spanking bench and limped to the shower. Six found Three and Four and went to talk with them. She needed a break from her charges, understandably. Twelve and Eight got under a shower and started washing off.

"You certainly took that like a champ, Eight."

The dark-skinned girl blushed. "I wanted to cry, but that got me yelled at and spanked harder this morning, so I put on my 'big girl panties' and held it in."

They both giggled at the irony of that statement, given their nudity. "It's more like you took OFF your big girl panties."

"You can't take off what you weren't wearing in the first place!"

Eight stuck her tongue out at Twelve. They were both washing off, even though they weren't leaving the locker room tonight. Neither was looking forward to sleeping on the floor. They showered in silence for a bit.

"So, what's with you and Six? I could cut the sexual tension with a knife."

Eight was the first to break the silence, and Twelve was caught off guard.

"What do you mean? There's nothing with us."

"Pffft. Please, I see the way you look at her. It's the same way Three and her look at each other. Seriously, you're not fooling anyone. You're in love with her."

"Love might be a little strong," Twelve pouted. "But you caught me. Not that it matters," she smiled over at Six and her friends.

"Girl, she knows. I see how she looks at you, she's going to fuck you, and she feels guilty about it. Three and her are smitten with each other, and she looks at you like a side piece she feels guilty about, but not enough to cut ties with. At least not yet."

"Maybe you're right... I can't help it. I caught feelings literally the second I laid eyes on her, and she was clothed then. I don't know what to do at this point."

"I don't know what to tell you. At this point, you may just have to get over it. Although she doesn't seem like she has any moral issues with having multiple partners, even outside of a relationship. So, fuck. But don't get too caught up in it, don't let your feelings get involved. It's a transaction. You're both getting the release you need and moving on. If you can't do that, don't do anything with her."

Twelve nodded. She didn't really have a response. She was just wondering if she could do that, fuck someone just for sex. She had a sneaky feeling she'd be finding out soon. As the two finished their shower, they watched as one by one, each of the other girls left the locker room to go catch the shuttle back across space. Three was the last to leave, as she lagged behind while Six and Four each touched up their makeup, just in case a job popped in before they lay down for the night. Eight and twelve went to do the same.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay back with you? I'm sure nobody would care about an extra mailgirl sleeping here tonight..."

"I don't need you, there are already four of us, twice as many as we actually need. Plus, you have to sleep here tomorrow night. I don't think two nights in a row is a great idea."

"You're right. I'll miss you," Three plopped a big, wet kiss goodbye on Six's lips and left for the shuttle.

Six turned to her trainees, "I wouldn't worry much about makeup. Four and I are ready to go, and we should be more than able to manage any jobs that pop in. You two just go eat dinner and then concentrate on cleaning up."

Twelve went to the stack of bowls and grabbed the cleanest two she could find for her and Eight, then grabbed two cans of food and plopped the slop in each, sliding one to her cohort. They started eating. All fours, no hands, like usual. Four and Six made their way over and joined in, sharing a single bowl, since neither was incredibly hungry. Six's MMU beeped, and she was off quickly to level. 8. The other three girls finished, and Four collected the bowls in a pile.

"Wash these. There should be dish soap and a sponge by one of the sinks, and you can use a clean hand towel from the shower area to dry them," she handed the bowls to Eight. "Twelve, collect the used towels, and put them in the laundry cart by the door."

Six was underneath Mistress Nul's desk, wiping clean the bottom of the glass top, Twelve staring down at her through the top, as she was cleaning that part of the desk. They finished that last chore and padded over to the pole they'd be chained to for the night, joining Four and Eight on the cold floor. Six and Twelve, like Eight, sat very gingerly, on their hips, so their sore butts didn't touch the floor.

"If you'd behave, your butts wouldn't be so sore," Four giggled.

"You know I'm a bad girl at heart," Six laughed.

"I've never been so sore in my life," Eight pouted.

Six noticed she had her legs positioned in a way her pussy was very exposed. And she didn't seem to care.

"Yeah, but look at you. Exposing that pretty sex of yours to the world, no care in the world."

Eight blushed, "I mean the entire station has seen it, especially you three. It's not like there's anything left to be embarrassed about at this point."

Six beamed a huge smile. She was proud.

"Looks like we have another porn star in the making... unlike Six here you'll be prime age too by the time you're done being a mail slut," Four smiled equally as big.

Six rolled her eyes, "Ya know I wasn't planning to go back to that... what like anyone here is surprised I was a web cam girl for a while."

All three looked at each other and shook their heads.

"No, we're not," they all said simultaneously.

Six blushed a bit. It's not that she was embarrassed about that part of her past; it's just that she thought it was past her. Although she wouldn't lie, she was quite enjoying having a job with a sexual nature again, so maybe she might do something like that, depending on how she felt whenever her contract with Apollo was over.

"That said, I think both of you would kill it doing that. Something to think about," Four stretched and yawned. "Can we go to bed now?"

The girls all cuddled up to each other for warmth from the cold metal of the locker room floor. Four, Six, Eight, and Twelve, in that order, left to right. It was erotic, and the cuddling didn't last long. Six nuzzled her nose in Eight's neck, as she felt Four's hand slide onto her nipple.

"Mmmmmmm," she mewed as Four started playing with her, running her fingers over the pink flesh, teasing her breast.

Six turned around and faced Four. She intended to have fun with her before falling asleep. She grabbed a breast and put the other girl's nipple in her mouth. Four moaned in ecstasy.

"Feel free to join if you want to," she said to the other two.

Her hand was quickly between Six's legs. Twelve looked to Eight, she wasn't so sure she should, based on their conversation a couple of hours ago. Eight looked nervous, but definitely like she intended to join in.

"I've never been with another girl before," she whispered.

"It's easy. You masturbate, right? So, you know what you like, just do that," Twelve gave her a sly smile and then a kiss on the lips. "You know what parts feel good, so just do what you'd want someone to do to you."

She leaned back, and Eight got on top, straddling her. She looked to the other two who were now knuckles deep in each other's cunts.

"Honestly, I kinda hoped it would be Six who'd take my lesbian V-card, but she's busy, and I'm way too turned on to wait, so you'll do."

Eight planted a big wet kiss on her mouth, and Twelve eagerly returned it. Sure, she was still a bit naïve, and the younger sister of the group, but Mailgirl Number Eight was no longer so innocent. The hunger in her eyes as she looked at Twelve was evidence of that fact. Her mouth found Twelve's left breast and soon enough the blonde was crying out in ecstasy as the black girl sucked on it with just the right touch, her tongue flicking the nipple. Eight slowly moved down her abdomen with her kisses, until settling on the mound of flesh above her pussy, almost seeming to hesitate a moment, lingering there. Still, eventually the girl's mouth found Twelve's sex. Her tongue began caressing Twelve's folds.

"Oooooo my god. Eat my pussy," Twelve cried out, way louder than even she would have expected. Eight had a talent she was discovering. After a minute or so, she added a finger to the mix, and Twelve was cresting to an orgasm rapidly.

Four and Six had finished playing with each other and crawled over to the other two, just as Twelve cried out in a blissful orgasm, all while Four straddled her, sitting on her face just as she finished. She was facing Twelve's legs, so she could watch as Six licked the juices off Eight's face. Twelve went right to work on Four's pussy. She wouldn't see what Six and Eight were doing.

Eight wanted so badly to be eaten out, she leaned back and shoved Six down into her crotch. Six looked up at her questioningly.

"Are you sure you want me to?"

"Oh my god, yes! I wouldn't let anyone else; I want you to be the first."

Six smiled and went to work. Eight tasted so good. Even better than Three did, and Three tasted absolutely delectable. She made sure to flick her clit with her tongue, which elicited an yelp of pleasure from the pretty black mailgirl. She was very close to coming. Six flicked her tongue in and out of her vaginal opening and then sucked the girl's clit into her mouth and lightly bit it with her teeth, a specialty of hers. That put Eight over, and she screamed and writhed in ecstasy, the very best orgasm she'd had in her life up to that point.

Six wasn't done. She was going to make sure her friend had at least one more by her hand. She crawled up and kissed Eight on the mouth, her hand still between her legs, masturbating the girl's pussy.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Eight," she whispered in her ear. "Don't let anyone tell you any different, ever."

Eight was very sensitive and came again. Six wasn't letting up. When she was done, Six was already scissoring her. Four and Twelve had come over and Twelve was now sucking on Six's right breast, Four was doing the same to Eight.

Six and Eight were moaning so loudly that the entire station would have heard them, if there were anyone on board to hear. Only security and four mailgirls were there currently, and security was absolutely watching this on the cameras. The two came so loudly, the rest of the surrounding stations may have heard. They switched places, and now Eight was eating Six out. Again, she was a natural and repeated, exactly, the things the blonde had done to her.

"Ahhhh fuck!!!!!!!!" Six wailed as she finished, right after Eight nibbled her clit, she was glad she'd taught her that trick.

She was glad they didn't go right to sleep; this was probably the best sex she'd had in years. Eight untangled her legs and moved up to sit beside her friend, leaving room for Twelve to get between Six's legs and start eating the pussy she'd longed after for days now. Eight leaned close and kissed Six on the lips, caressing her friend's hair.

"Thank you. Thank you so much for being my first. I love you... I had you, now I can go and have lots of fun with the others. But I wanted you to be the first."

She kissed Six again. The blonde came one last time, Twelve having finished her off. Six was done for the night, as was Eight; they both fell asleep, cuddled up to each other tightly...

The next morning, the other mailgirls came in to find a puddle of four, sound-asleep mailgirls.