Love and Sex at the Post Office

dedicate this book to all Veterans.

The one’s that gave some and the one’s that gave all.

GOD Bless Them All.

Copyright © 2016 by David James.

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

Supervisor 1 - Mr. Big

Supervisor 2 - Black Jack

Mr. Lucky Meets Mia

Mr. Playboy Meets Big Booty

Girls Black And Blue - Susan

Girls Black And Blue - Jackie

Girls, Black And Blue - Donna

I Like Ike

Ike Meets Snow White

CHAPTER 2

Love Triangle, Plus One

And Sally Makes 3

Venus

Mr. Muscles

Two Of A Kind, Size Matters Part I

Two Of A Kind, Size Matters Part Ii

Betrayal

Sugar Daddy

Slick Rick

Dirty Trick

CHAPTER 3

Softball, John And Jenny

Sarah Says Yes

Softball Steven

Gold Digger Joy

Sugar Mommy

Wounded Warrior 1 - Jake

Wounded Warrior 2 - Floyd

Wounded Warrior 3 - Leon

A Chance Meeting, Mary Jane

CHAPTER 4

My Buddy Billy

Naive Nicole And Big Bad Bob

Tom Terrific

CHAPTER 5

Hank And Korea

Romeo Returns

Wonder Woman

Crazy Eddie

Gay Guys And Married, Jay Part I

Gay Guys And Married, Sidney Part Ii

CHAPTER 6

All In The Family

My Black Experience

Army Amy

Camera Boy

CHAPTER 7

Easy Eve

Debby Does It

Gay Girls Part 1 - Gloria And Rose

Gay Girls Part Ii - Tall And Short

Boom Boom Buster

CHAPTER 8 VETS REMEMBERED

Tank Commander

Sleepy Joe

Harry The Hat

Billy Boy

Overtime Casey

Sarge

Big Al

Gentle Ben

CHAPTER 9

Supervisor 1: The 3 Stooges - Moe

Supervisor 2: The 3 Stooges - Larry

Supervisor 3: The 3 Stooges - Curly

Jerk Gets His Due

Kate

Tom And Jerry

Number 1

Number 2

Mickey Mouse

My Story

Johnny Be Good Meets The Bad Girl

CHAPTER 10

Three’s Company

Edwin Meets Miss Playboy Magazine

Batman And Robin

Double Cross

Dick The Supervisor

Dick Meets Miss Business

Never Say Never, 3 Did: 1 - Barbie Doll

Never Say Never, 3 Did: 2 - Alley

Never Say Never, 3 Did: 3 - Frankie

Crystal, The Sexy Girl

Sports Crazy And Betting Benjamin

CHAPTER 11

Last Word

Dave’s Story

Dee

Susan

Mr. Playboy

Sarah Says Yes

Wild Child, Pot Head

Big Bad Bob

Kim, The Korean Girl

John And Jenny

Remember Mildred

It was 1972, I just got out of the Army after 3 years. I took a job with the Post Office. My name is David James, white, single, medium built, 5’10", 180 lbs. Played sports most of my life and have a few trophies to prove it.

Most people don’t realize that the Post Office was one of the few organizations that hired only veterans during the late 60s and 70s. They would not even give you an application unless you just got out of the service or was a vet. They took care of the veterans and especially the Vietnam vets.

I worked at a main Post Office facility in the midwest. The Post Office was a melting pot of America: Blacks, whites, asians, hispanics, gays, all races, creeds and genders.

I was hired as a Postal Clerk. The other 2 jobs in the Post Office were mail handlers and letter carriers. There were 2 main shifts at the facility: Tour 1 was night shift, 11 pm to 730 am. Tour 3 was afternoon shift, 3 pm to 1130 pm. Tour 2 was 7 am to 330 pm, but it was limited mostly for maintenance. The mail is worked 24/7 at these facilities. Most people only think about the mail carrier that brings the mail or the clerk at the local station where you buy stamps or mail a package. Thousands of people work at these main Post Office facilities all over the country.

As a clerk, I was required to learn a scheme, all streets in a certain zip code. Usually it consisted of 500 to 700 streets and numbers. You had 90 days to learn it. It was not easy. But working day in and day out, you learn the streets and numbers. You would work the mail by hand and put it into a case, which had the carrier number on it. For example: Carrier 10 in the city got all of the streets in the downtown area, all the mail on City Hall Ave and Main Street. The pay was good but the hours were long. Sometimes you would have to work 10 to 12 hours when the mail volume was heavy. The building consisted of 2 stories and a basement. First floor was the workroom floor, where the mail was processed. The 2nd floor was the bathrooms, locker rooms and cafeteria. Basement was for storage and extra equipment.

We were given our orientation by Mr. Big, the tour superintendent, Supervisor 1 in this story. He was white, 5’10" and about 250 lbs. The whole time he was talking, he had a cigar in his mouth.

He went over do’s and don’ts. You could be fired opening mail or stealing mail. Or getting into a fight with another employee.

His belly hung over his belt. Had a red tint to his face. Which to me meant too much sun, or too much drink.

It would not be long before I got another look at Mr. Big.

Thus began my postal career.

Whether working the day shift or night shift, you would form friends and sometimes enemies. With over a 100 people on each shift, there were lots of people to choose from. Over 38 years, people coming and going, you would experience with them their affairs, marriages, infidelity, divorce, revenge, childbirths and deaths. Despite all these events, the mail still went out on time. We get the mail too, and remember, we are customers, also.

CHAPTER 1

Supervisor 1 - Mr. Big

Supervisor 2 - Black Jack

Mr. Lucky and Mia

Mr. Playboy Meets Big Booty

Black and Blue Girls - Susan

Black and Blue Girls - Jackie

Black and Blue Girls - Donna

I Like Ike

Ike Meets Snow White

SUPERVISOR 1 - MR. BIG

I worked on the dayshift, 3 pm to 1130 pm. All new workers always worked the weekends. I got split days off. I had Tuesday and Thursday off. It took almost 5 years to get the weekends off. A little less to have 2 days in a row off.

In today’s world, sexual harrassment is a major topic, but not back then.

We have all heard about the Hollywood Couch, where young actresses trying to get their foot in the door succumb to sexual advances by directors and producers. Thus, they hit the Hollywood couch.

This was also true in the Post Office back then. It was called the Post Office Couch.

We punched in on a clock with a paper ticket. Later on, it will be replaced by plastic card with your name on it that you insert into electric box. This system was controlled by the data site, on the work room floor.

They posted 2 jobs for the data site positions. Clerks were level 5, mailhandlers were level 4. The data site positions were level 6.

In the Post Office, seniority meant everything. For example, a job came up at a station. To work the window, sell stamps, packages, etc. Most had the weekends off. It was a prime job that most people wanted, 8 am to 5 pm Monday through Friday. If 10 people bid on the job, the person with the most seniority gets the job, unless the job required some type of special knowledge. Like a job in personnel that required typing. Despite seniority, the person that could type the most words per minute gets the job.

Joe just got out of the Air Force. He worked in a data site in the Air Force. He put in for the job.

Mr. Big was always talking or hitting on 2 girls. Dee was white and Liza was black. Both were about 30, attractive and sexy.

It was Saturday afternoon about 430 pm. I was at the case working outgoing mail with about 40 other clerks. Dee was in the case next to me. Mr. Big came up to her and talked for awhile. Grabbed her time card and they both left.

There was a hotel right across the street from the Post Office.

I soon became friends with a mailhandler that worked on the dock, loading and unloading trucks. He was in the Army and was stationed in Korea by the DMZ, with the 2nd Infantry Division, same as me. He saw me wearing an Army ball cap to work one day. Then found out I was in Korea, too. His nickname was Tiny. Black, about 6’3" and 240 lbs. Solid and all muscle.

After 2 hours on the clock, you get a 15-minute break. There was a coke machine right by the dock and several others were upstairs. I went to get a coke by the dock.

When Tiny saw me, he called me. Dave, Dave, come here. Man, you won’t believe it.

I asked him,What’s up?

Mr. Big took Dee, that fine looking thing across the street to the hotel.

Well, to make a long story short, Dee never came back to the workroom floor, nor did Mr. Big. The following Saturday, same thing happened again. Only this time, Mr. Big took Liza’s time card. They went across the street to the hotel and never came back to work.

The people that put the data site system in were still there, getting the bugs out.

The next Monday, Dee was assigned OJT, on-the-job training in the data site on Tour 1. Liza was assigned OJT in the data site on Tour 3 for 2 weeks. Can you guess who got the 2 jobs? Dee and Liza.

Joe filed a grievance with the union, saying that he was best qualified. He lost because the Post Office said Dee and Liza were more qualifed on this data site and had been trained on it. Also, it was different then what Joe worked on in the Air Force. You know that old saying: It’s not who you know, but who you b–.

It did not take long for the talk to go around the Post Office on how they got their jobs.

Dee was the quiet type and never said much to anyone. Guys were always hitting on her, black and white, but they never got anywhere. The rumor was she went through a divorce a few years ago and caught her husband cheating on her. She put up a wall and didn’t trust men.

It had been about 10 years since segregation ended. However, in the Post Office, the racial barrier was already broken. Black and white working together for 5 to 6 days a week, sometimes 8 to 10 hours a day, showed that all people had the same likes and dislikes. It was not uncommon in the Post Office for whites and blacks to date. We got along, but we still had arguments among black and white. The worst time occurred in the 70s when Roots came on TV. It was a story of how slaves were treated back in the 17th and 18th century. Every night after an episode, blacks would be talking about how bad all white people were. That they were all dirty and rotten.

One older white man heard the talk and stood up from his case. There is not one white person alive today that had anything to do with slavery, he said.

After he said that, there was silence.

Liza, unlike Dee, was not the quiet type, but loud and not afraid to say what she thinks.

One of her girlfriends asked her, Was it true that you went to bed with Mr. Big to get the job in the data site?

Yeah, she said. I slept with that sweaty fat pig one time. Got the job, a raise and weekends off. Everybody can kiss my ass if they don’t like it. He tried one more time to get me in bed. I told his fat ass off and he never bothered me again.

Mr. Big worked a few more years and retired.

SUPERVISOR 2 - BLACK JACK

In case you haven’t noticed, everybody gets a nickname in the Post Office.

Black Jack was in his mid-50s, black, slim, hair starting to gray, and his name was Jack. He thought he was a Ladies Man. He was hitting on all women, black, white, small, tall, skinny, fat and in between.

Jill was white, about 30 and married to a career Navy man. He was out to sea.

Along with the new data site, they installed a scale right in the middle of the workroom floor. It was there to weigh all incoming and outgoing mail. They would assign a clerk to sit at the scale, weigh the mail and keep a record. This was what you would call a gravy job. When you were not weighing the mail, you could walk around, talk to people and even read a book. Until someone brought you mail to be weighed.

Guess who got the job on the day shift?

Jack assigned it to Jill.

Later on, they were not going up the hill, like in the fairy tale. Jack wanted to go somewhere else and put his special package in her mail box. No COD (Cash On Delivery) but SOD (Sex On Delivery). Went to Jill’s bedroom to perform their sex tale.

During the work day, Jack was either over by the scale talking to her, or she was by the outgoing section talking to him.

Everybody knew they were having an affair. They did not try to hide it. Lots of times, Jack picked her up, brought her to work and took her home.

Remember her husband was out to sea.

Most of the women could not stand her, especially the way she flaunted it.

While they were having an affair, Jack didn’t bother anybody.

It lasted almost a year, until her husband came home. Soon after, he got a transfer to the East Coast and that ended the Jack and Jill story.

During the holidays, the Post Office hired a couple of college girls part-time to help with the Christmas rush.

One was Cindy, black and beautiful. Built like the song of the day: She’s A Brickhouse.

Now entered Mr. Playboy, a black mailhandler, ex-Navy, been working about 7 years. He had a BS line a mile long when talking to the girls and most of the time it worked.

Well, between Mr. Playboy and Black Jack, Cindy didn’t have a chance. Cindy didn’t fall for anything Jack said. Once she told him, You could be my father. After that comment, Jack left her alone.

Mr. Playboy would take his breaks with Cindy and it was not long before they got together. You get 30 minutes for lunch.

Remember the basement, where they keep extra equipment and storage items.

Mr. Playboy and Cindy would go downstairs to the basement for lunch. It was big and long, going from one end of the building to the other. Fairly dark with lights here and there. They went all the way to the middle of the basement. There were lots of mail sacks stacked up on top of one another. They were made of canvas and about 4 feet long. One group was stacked up about 3 feet high.

The love couple started making out. She laid down on the stacked sacks and they started to make love.

Unknown to them, Black Jack followed them down to the basement. He was in the shadows watching them. He waited until they were almost done. Then he yelled out to them.

They weren’t completely naked. Mr. Playboy had his pants down and she had her skirt down. They quickly got dressed.

Jack told Cindy she could go. He told Mr. Playboy to stay.

Jack said to Mr. Playboy, Boy, that is one fine looking chick. Well, you get 2 choices, do what I say, or I am going to write you both up. Then turn it in next week and both of you will be fired. You have one week to buy me a new set of Wilson golf clubs at Sears for $199. Also, that fine looking girl has to go to bed with me. Saturday night, I will get a room across the street, at the hotel and tell you the room number. If not, I will turn the paper in. If you do as I asked, I will tear it up and give you the copy.

One week later, Jack showed Mr. Playboy his paperwork and then tore it up. Jack got the golf clubs and a special hole in one.

Jack did not make it to retirement. Smoked all his life. Died of lung cancer, 2 years short of retirement. Failed to heed the warning: Smoking May Be Hazardous To Your Health.

MR. LUCKY MEETS MIA

Mr. Lucky was black, around 45, medium build and the word around the Post Office, hung like a horse. Been working for almost 20 years and said to have put many a mare (female horse) out to pasture. Never been married, no kids, had a nice house and it was paid off. He was still in the game and not slowing down. Got his name Lucky because he survived several stab wounds from a former lover. She caught him cheating on her.

Mia was about 23 years of age, black, cute and a little chubby. She recently just got out of the Army. Mr. Lucky put the moves on her right away. At first, she didn’t pay him much attention. Once the girls told her about him, that changed her viewpoint. Especially the part about hung like a horse. During her sexual experiences, her lovers were all average size and below. They were nothing to brag about and not too good in bed. She read stories about men that were hung. A girl in the Army bragged about one she had: Once you had a Mr. Horse, it’s never the same. He guarantees sexual satisfaction and a delightful experience.

Curiosity killed the cat. But Mia was after a horse, not a cat. Time for her to find out for herself.

She knew Lucky worked in the box section. She pulled some box section mail out of her case and headed over. Hey, honey. Got some mail for you, she said.

I’ll take anything from you, sweetie, he said.

You sure you can handle anything? she said.

I have a special item that you can’t handle, he said.

She laughed after he said that. They exchanged a few more sexual taunts and he asked her out to breakfast. She accepted and after work, she followed him to a diner. They enjoyed the food and the conversation. He invited her to his place for a nightcap, even though it was daytime. Working the nightshift, it was their night and time for bed.

He had a nice 3-bedroom brick house, with a garage. He built a bar in his kitchen, and it was filled with bottles galore.

He asked her, What’s your drink?

How about scotch on the rocks? she replied. Always heard about it, but never tried it.

Coming right up, he said. I’ll have one, too.

After she tasted it, she said, That’s really strong.

Yea, just what you need to relax you.

He kissed her and tasted her lips, still had the taste of scotch in her mouth. Took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Had a queen size bed and they sat down on the bed and really began making out. He knew how to kiss and move his tongue in her mouth. They felt the heat of desire and their temperatures were rising. Lucky had one hand feeling her breast, while the other squeezed her butt. The love fever had taken over. Her eyes noticed something in his pants and it was beginning to swell. She pulled his pants down and out jumped an eggplant. Not purple, but black, not quite as big, but large and thick. The sight increased her wetness and she had both hands around his king-sized wonder. Her hands were rubbing and massaging his plant. Lucky was busy removing the rest of her clothes.

Both naked, she laid back spread eagle. His plant soon found her flower bed and he began cultivating at a rapid pace. His plant could not fully invade her bed. No worry, they both felt intense enjoyment. Soon, he had fertilized her flower. Lucky let out a moan while her sound was like a neigh from a horse. That sound was new to him and he heard quite a few over the years. It seemed right though, since she just had a horse. They both lay still for several minutes. Later, they took a shower together. She hurried and got dressed. She had an afternoon class at college.

Next night at work, she walked a little different. Also, there was a soreness between her legs.

They got together a few more times. Until she met a boy at college and he found a new girl at work.

Her fantasy of size was fulfilled. Mr. Lucky got lucky again.

MR. PLAYBOY MEETS BIG BOOTY

Mr. Playboy did not waste any time when another young black girl arrived on the scene. Jasmine was her name and her booty was her fame. She was cute and her butt was big.

When it comes to what black men like in a woman, the answer was always the same: A big booty was what turned them on. Over my 30 some years, their answer still remained the same.

When she walked, it wiggled and shook like it was moving to the sound of music. Playboy was the first dog on the hunt, and he barked every chance he got, just like any hound dog.

Jasmine worked the outgoing letter cases. He spent more time over there than on the dock. His mailhandlers buddies were always coming to get him to help them unload the trucks. Playboy was cute and she liked his looks. He charmed her like a snake, just waiting to strike.

Jasmine did not have a boyfriend at the time. Her old boyfriend joined the Navy and was out to sea.

Free sailing for Mr. Playboy.

She had to work the weekends being new. Had Tuesday and Thursday off. They made a date for Thursday night. Playboy got the night off and took her to dinner and back to his place. Didn’t want to waste anytime on a movie. Planned on making his own: Playboy Meets The Big Booty.

Mr. Playboy had a townhouse that he shared with his brother. He made sure his brother spent the night with his girlfriend, so they had the pad all to themselves.

He fixed them both a drink. Turned the radio on to a station that played love music. Had to set the mood in his love shack. Their lips met at the same time. She felt the heat and the desire of love. Her boyfriend had been gone for 3 months, on a 6-month cruise. She was horny, to say the least.

They stood up and danced to a slow song. They kissed and held each other tight. She felt something hard, trying to poke a hole in her. He had her blouse off and was kissing her full breasts. She pulled his pants down and released his hard object. She admired the size and shape. Soon her hands and mouth did likewise. After several minutes, he pulled her up and laid her on the couch. By this time, they were both naked. He bend her over the edge of the couch. Was slapping that beautiful butt and watched it shiver like a bowl of Jello. Later his fingers were between her legs, exploring her jungle and turning up the heat. Soon, his love object replaced his fingers. His movements bounced off her twin buns and made a slapping sound. He increased the pace and he was in overdrive when he heard the screech. She reached her magic moment and the sound was like a screech from a monkey. That screech sound was different from anything he heard in the past. She kissed him hard, to thank him for a fine performance. Later, they took a shower, made love one more time and fell asleep.

They sailed the love boat for months. Jasmine bought a new sexy outfit every week, to surprise him and turn him on. It worked every time, as his male object always came to life, just from her look. One time, she wore a raincoat and took it off. There she stood, in six-inch high heels and panties that could barely hold her bountiful booty. For good measure, pasties that barely covered her nipples. That night, they rode the hot waves of passion and pleasure.

There was an older woman that Playboy was friends with.

Violet was her name, black, nice looking about 40 years old, divorced for years. Her daughter was in college, and shared an apartment with a girlfriend. Both worked at a department store together at night.

Years ago when Playboy first came to work, Violet showed him around. Told him what to do and what not to do. He took her to his place and thanked her sexually. She still had a good body and told him he was the first man to satisfy her. Her first orgasm was with him. Her old lovers were always quick, in and out and only satisfied themselves.

Violet and Playboy still got together.

Jasmine saw Violet talking to Playboy one night. She asked him about her. He said they were just good friends over the years. Later that night, it was lunch time. Jasmine went to the dock to see Playboy. He was talking to a young black girl that worked in a different section. They were laughing together.

She didn’t know her and she walked up to them.

What’s going on? she said.

The girl left.

Playboy said, Calm down, we were just talking.

She yelled out, First, that old bitch and now this one.

He said, You don’t own me and I was just talking.

If you want this booty, it’s just me or the highway, she said.

He said, Fine, hit the road.

She said, F– you and you can have that old bitch.

That was the end of Jasmine and Mr. Playboy.

After lunch, he went and found Violet and made a date for Saturday night.

GIRLS BLACK AND BLUE - SUSAN

Everybody has heard about domestic violence. Usually when a boyfriend or husband beats up his girlfriend or wife. The following cases were a little bit different but the same result.

Susan was black, married, short and attractive. Mr. Playboy, the black mailhandler was on the move again and his target was Susan. She worked in my section and I got to watch Mr. Playboy in action. Anytime he could, he would sneak over and try to talk to her while she was working the mail in the case.

I was only 2 cases away and heard all the BS lines he was putting on her. Got to give him some credit, he had quite a few.

Susan’s husband was in the Army. Remember there was a Fort not far away. Sometimes she would drive to work. Sometimes her husband would drop her off then pick her up the next morning. They only had one car. Her husband would pick her up, then she would drop him off at the Fort and go home.

Didn’t take long before Susan and Mr. Playboy were seeing each other. Soon, everybody knew they were seeing each other.

One of the girls in our section could not stand her, for one reason or another. Karen was her name, she was