Mailgirls: The Naked Truth

By R. Wellvyne

Will she bare is all to get the scoop?

Gabriella has the opportunity of a lifetime when she is granted an exclusive interview with a member Mailgirl Enterprises, the company famous for its naked female couriers. Gabby gets more than she bargained for, and the interview becomes something completely unexpected. Soon, she is the one in the spotlight and has to choose how much she is willing to give up to become a star.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Wellvyne
• Release date: Nov 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463156339

R. Wellvyne

R. Wellvyne is an erotica author with a passion for ENF, BDSM and exhibitionism. For now, he writes character-driven stories about mailgirls: naked office delivery girls. For more information, visit MailgirlEnterprises.com

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Mailgirls:

The Naked Truth

R. Wellvyne

Copyright© 2021 R. Wellvyne

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblances to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years or older.

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The Incident

Gabriella Gonzalez-Lopez stepped nervously into Brett Bart’s office.

Gabby, thanks for making time, he said in his friendly but distracted manner. Come on in, sit down.

She did. She was tired. It was after ten at night and she had just finished her last weather report of the evening, but the Executive Producer had only met with her twice before- when she was first hired and one other time.

Unsure of what he wanted with her, she offered, Thanks for taking the time.

Oh, it’s my pleasure, he said and sipped at a coffee at his desk. You’ve been with us, what, six months?

Eight in October, she corrected with a smile.

Right, right, he said, and you have made mention that you would like to do some location work, branch out a little, is that right?

She had to admit that it was. Yes, she said. She hadn’t wanted to be a weather girl in her hometown. After graduating with a journalism degree from UCLA, she thought she was going to get a reporting job straight out of college. The offers never came and soon she was in the passenger seat of her dad’s pickup, heading back to San Jose. After pounding the pavement and living off her parents for six months, she had got an audition at the local news station.

She took the job to get her parents off her back and get her own place, but she quickly found that she liked being in the studio and figured it was a good way to move up to become a serious journalist.

Good, Brett said. The whole room smelled of stale coffee and she wondered when the pot in the corner had been brewed. The wilted plants and scattered papers gave her the impression that the man did not spend his time thinking about his surroundings. I have a story I would like you to cover. It will be a great opportunity and test to see if you would be a good fit to replace Eric when he retires after the holidays.

Gabby’s heart leapt from her chest. This is it. What’s the story? she inquired excitedly.

His face grew serious. Have you heard of this mailgirl program that’s popping up all over the valley?

She cringed. I’m in journalism, of course I’ve heard of it.

Right, he said, clearing his throat. Well, we want you to do an interview with one of the mailgirls at Titan Industries.

She felt her arms fold over herself. I wouldn’t have to be…

He held up his hands instantly. Oh, no, god, no. You would be fully clothed of course. We will censor out the girl too except on the online subscription feed. But you, you would be fully dressed.

Good, Gabby sighed. And you’re not just offering me this because of The Incident?

He looked embarrassed. No.

The Incident, as it had come to be called, was Gabby’s one claim to fame and had all started when Sally in wardrobe had pulled Gabby aside as soon as she walked into the office.

"I have the best dress for you," she whispered conspiratorially. Sally always loved to play dress-up with Gabby as her model.

Yeah? Gabby said. She liked looking good and knew it brought her more attention than talking about fog did.

Yeah, come on, Sally said, dragging her back into wardrobe.

She held forth the dress like she was presenting an Oscar. It was small and obviously fit tight, with alternating black and red horizontal lines.

Gabby laughed. I’ll look like I’m going to a cocktail party.

You’ll look like you’re going to a cocktail party at the Zuckerberg’s, Sally corrected enthusiastically. You’re a hotass bitch, flaunt it girl.

Gabby took the compliment with the dress and disappeared into one of the changing stalls. She peeled off her yoga pants and Bruins tee shirt and started pulling the dress on. It was so tight she could hardly breath. It was like a second skin and forced her body upright, accentuating her ample butt and bust.

She had to admit she looked good though.

Stepping out from behind the curtain, Sally frowned.

What’s this? she asked.

What? Gabby said, looking down. It’s the dress.

The shape of your bra and panties are showing through, Sally said, stepping over and running her fingers along the raised line at Gabby’s hip.

You’re saying I should go without? Gabby asked, knowing the answer. She didn’t really care but just wanted Sally to come out with it. Gabriella preferred directness in all things.

Yeah, obvi, Sally said. If I looked like you, I’d never wear underwear.

You’re pretty too, Gabby told her, and she believed it. She