Chapter 12

Monday morning I was in the shower in the mailgirl locker room with Melis as Danica walked in slartling us.

Danica: “Melis! You are now to navigate on your own, your watch is no longer synchronised with Amanda’s, understood?”

Melis looked at me with a worried look as I nodded towards her; it was time she navigated alone, though everything remained overwhelmingly new for her.

Melis: “Can I stay with Amanda a little longer, ma’am?”

Danica shook her head, “No!” she said firmly and exited the mailgirl locker room.

Amanda: “You’ll be fine Melis, you’ve got this” I said as I placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded without lifting her gaze from the floor.

After rinsing off and drying our hair we made our way to the center of the department where we knelt together side by side. Sarah and Maria had showered earlier and already left.

Melis’s watch suddenly chimed, drawing our attention. She glanced down at it and announced in a shaky voice, “I have a pickup on the seventh floor.” I offered an encouraging nod, “Then you need to go. Just remember your training,” I said as she slowly rose to her feet, her body trembling slightly with nervousness. This marked her first solo navigation of the building—naked and vulnerable.

I watched her disappear into the stairwell, keenly aware of the fear coursing through her. But there was no avoiding it; eventually she’d get used to it, and who knows—maybe she’d even come to enjoy it.

As I knelt there waiting, my thoughts drifted to Mark’s subtle jealousy over my role. The doubt gnawed at me. I despised this uncertainty because until now, I’d believed nothing could ever come between us.

Just then Danica strode in and fixed me with a piercing stare. “Amanda!” I snapped my head up, pulse quickening. “Yes? Ma’am?” Her tone remained cold as steel. “Go put your watch away and meet me in the lobby!” She turned on her heel and vanished around the corner without another word.

As I wondered what this summons could mean, I walked to the mailgirl locker room, carefully placing my watch inside my locker. With a final glance around the empty space, I made my way out toward the stairwell and padded silently down to the ground floor. There I stood near the elevators, assuming my mailgirl stance—arms behind my back holding wrists, back straight with feet shoulder-width apart and eyes lowered.

My mind raced as I considered all the possibilities of why Danica had summoned me so abruptly. Had I done something wrong during my deliveries? Was there an issue with how I’d handled Melis earlier? The uncertainty gnawed at me as minutes ticked by slowly in the bustling lobby.

As Danica stepped out from the elevator, she raised one finger, signaling for me to follow. I quickly responded, “Yes, Ma’am,” and fell into position two paces behind her, keeping my head bowed and arms at my sides as we moved toward the exit. The realization that we were heading outside sent a fresh wave of humiliation through me. Despite having endured similar exposure before, each instance still made my pulse race with shame.

As asphalt touched my feet, they air was cooler this morning bringing a chill to my skin as goosebumps started to rise, we were about to walk towards the car park when she stopped to speak with someone.

Danica: “Assume your standing position,” she commanded curtly. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I shifted into the proper stance, feeling utterly exposed as passersby strolled along the pavement. Some slowed to stare openly at my nakedness while others merely glanced before continuing on their way.

The chilly morning air prickled my skin, and I fought to keep my composure despite the growing sense of vulnerability. My heart thudded against my ribs as I stood motionless, keenly aware of every gaze that lingered on my body. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but the stares—on the rough texture of the asphalt beneath my bare feet or the distant hum of traffic—but it was no use. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as humiliation washed over me in waves.

It felt like an eternity until she finished her conversation; I’d barely registered a word amidst the turmoil of my thoughts. When she finally turned to me, Danica: “Get in the car,” she ordered crisply. “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as I slid onto the passenger seat, grateful for even that small reprieve from prying eyes.

As I settled into the leather seat, Danica climbed in beside me and carefully leaned across my body. Her fingers brushed against my thigh as she reached for the seatbelt, pulling it firmly across me before clicking it securely in place. I could have easily fastened it myself, yet her deliberate gesture felt strangely protective, almost possessively caring.

The engine roared to life and we pulled away from the curb, leaving behind the curious stares of pedestrians. Danica’s eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, her expression unreadable. I sat rigidly in my seat, hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin against the cool upholstery. The silence between us grew heavier with each passing moment until it became nearly unbearable.

Amanda: “Ma’am?” I said hesitantly.

Danica: “We’re heading to DDE, Amanda,” she replied, her tone matter-of-fact yet perceptive. “I visit there occasionally—sometimes this place at GlobalCom feels stifling.”

That still didn’t explain why she was taking me along. I considered pressing for more details but thought better of it; fortunately, Danica continued without prompting.

Danica: “I want you by my side today, Amanda. You’ll be spending the day with me.”

Amanda: “I understand ma’am,” I replied, though I remained utterly perplexed as to why she would want a naked woman following her around all day like some sort of human accessory.

Danica: “Years ago while I was kneeling naked in the DDE department, Barbara would suddenly appear and remove me from the building,” she explained, adding pointedly, “She did it to humiliate me.”

My thoughts raced wildly. Was Danica attempting to subject me to the same humiliation she had endured? I wondered what motives lay beneath her actions.

Danica: “She had taken me to a restaurant with a couple of clients as I was made to kneel beside her right in front of everyone.”

My eyes widened as Danica described that humiliating experience, my pulse quickening at the thought of being similarly exposed. For some inexplicable reason, a tingle began to build between my legs. Was I actually becoming aroused by the prospect of such public degradation? I had learned to manage my urges more effectively lately, yet those familiar stirrings were undeniably returning.

Danica: “Despite the shame of that moment, I became so incredibly turned on that I orgasmed right there in front of everyone.” She turned to face me, her gaze locking onto mine as a chuckle escaped her lips. “I can see the shock written all over your face.” she said as she smiled, I turned my head forward as a my cheeks blushed.

My chest rose and fell as my anxiety went up, was she planning to do something similar to me?

Amanda: “That must have been horrifying ma’am,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. Danica’s eyes flashed with a knowing look as she replied, “At first it was terrifying, yes. But truthfully?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I found myself getting incredibly aroused by the whole thing. Barbara knew exactly how to push my buttons - she could see right through me.”

We arrived at the parking garage of DDE as Danica steered into a space and shifted into park. She unfastened her seatbelt with a decisive click before turning to me.

Danica: “Alright, let’s get inside.” I exited the vehicle and fell into position two paces behind her, my arms held rigidly at my sides while keeping my head bowed as I padded behind her towards the entrance of DDE.

As we entered the building, Danica strode purposefully toward the elevator bank. She paused and glanced back at me, her expression coolly professional.

Danica: “Meet me on the ninth floor.” With a brief gesture toward the stairwell door. I recalled this place all too well as I began ascending the cold concrete steps, their chill biting into my bare soles with each cautious step upward.

As I emerged onto the landing, I found myself confronted by a pair of familiar faces—naked mailgirls I’d encountered during previous visits. Their gazes swept over me, lingering with a mixture of recognition and silent solidarity before shifting away. Danica stood waiting at the top, her expression unreadable yet expectant.

Danica: “Your pace is lacking. In this environment, efficiency is paramount.” Her tone was crisp, demanding improvement without room for excuses.

Amanda: “Understood, ma’am” I replied, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my chest. The implication hung heavy in the air—I would need to adapt quickly to survive here.

Danica knocked on Barbara’s door as I stood waiting behind her, “Come in” I heard her say as Danica opened to the door and I followed. Barbara looked at us as Danice gestured me to kneel. I obeyed as instructed.

Danica settled into her chair as I sank to my knees in the center of the office, my palms resting lightly on my thighs and my spine held rigid. Barbara regarded me with an enigmatic smile playing about her lips.

Barbara: “Danica, always a pleasure. Please, have a seat,” she offered graciously before turning her attention fully to me. Her gaze lingered as if assessing something deeper than mere appearance.

Barbara: “You can’t keep away from here, can you?” Her voice carried a hint of amusement mixed with curiosity. “Something just keeps pulling you back to me.”

I dared to meet Barbara’s gaze briefly, but Danica’s sharp rebuke cut through the tense silence.