[ENF] Olivia. 64 Lime.

[cpower36]

I once read that artists use the colour red to draw the viewers eye. Her scarlet, cupid’s bow lips certainly drew mine. The rest of her make up was perfect too, emphasising her round, brown eyes and long, sweeping lashes.

Despite her diminutive frame, she dominated this dreadful waiting room, and her wavy brown hair, tied back loosely with a matching band, was certainly playing its part too.

‘Hi ’ I offered my hand. ‘I’m Nick’

She shook it weakly and nodded back. Just.

‘Olivia’

I sat down opposite, and took the chance to look at her more closely. The cut of her slate grey suit was a work of art, and her white blouse, black stockings, and Mary Jane shoes had cost more than my entire wardrobe.

I knew that I was lucky to be here, as securing a position with 64 Lime was as difficult as threading a needle blindfolded. I also knew, just by looking at her, that good fortune had played no part in Olivia being successful.

I tried again. ‘Are you a newbie too Olivia?’

She nodded again. Barely.

I had been awake for a week, learning everything I could about the company, from how it got its name (its founder lodged at 64 Lime Street in his student days), through to its profits in Asia over the last year (an awful lot). Luckily, the interview board had chosen to ask me the very same questions I had practiced, and an hour had passed before they could extend me further.

In contrast, it was obvious that Olivia was of different stock. I had seen her kind at University, but never known them. They had all breezed through their courses without breaking sweat, were all driven home for the holidays in silver Jaguars, and had never, ever, travelled on a bus.

She had no doubt cruised through her own interview, confidence oozing from every scrubbed pore, and probably knew more about 64 Lime than the interview board themselves. She had left them speechless and intimidated. Just as she left me now.

Nevertheless, our very different paths had both met here, squashed together in this soulless room, hoping that a certain Dr I.P. Steele would pronounce us fit enough to work for 64 Lime.

‘What time was your appointment Olivia?’ I gave it one last try.

‘Eight’

‘Oh really. You’ve been waiting nearly an hour then?

The dreaded nod returned, and I retreated, defeated.

Ten more minutes of deadly silence passed before the doctor appeared.

‘Hello you two. I’m Dr Steele, but everyone here calls me Dr Isobel. I’m sorry I’m so late. We had a bit of an issue this morning. Did you see the ambulance?

Our blank looks replied for us.

‘That was Simon from marketing. Poor soul. Appendicitis’

The doctor blew out her cheeks and placed her auburn hair behind her ear.

‘I’m running really late now. What a pain. I have a meeting at ten too. Damn’

I sought favour with the rather glamorous doctor. Pathetically.

‘Would it help if I came back later? Its no trouble’

‘No. My reports need to go upstairs today’ she replied, putting me in my place.

She put her hand to her chin, and thought again, while I thought how much the diamond that sparkled on her ring finger might have cost.

‘Would you mind if I saw you two together? It would really help me to catch up’

I looked across at Olivia, but before we could agree on a reply, Dr Steele had taken our silence as a yes, and moved on.

‘Good. Great. I’ve got some forms here for you to fill in, and then I’ll do your heights and weights, blood pressure too. I might need to ask you a few questions. All basic stuff. All very simple. We can be done by half past if we hurry’

Dr Steele half turned away, but before she could lead us through the doorway, I heard a small, clipped voice behind me.

‘Could I just ask..’

‘Sorry. What was that? Is there a problem?’

‘Er..no. It’s fine’

Olivia had clearly decided not swim against the flow, rather wisely I thought. Our first day was not the day to begin an argument. Pubs and café’s throughout the country were full of stories from people who had taken issue with 64 Lime’s methods, and were now seeking employment.

‘We’ll have to use the small room’ continued Dr Steele ‘The big one needs a clean up after this morning. Poor Simon’

She led us into her examination room, equally bland and windowless, with the faint smell of disinfectant hanging in the air. Some framed certificates and photographs of children were trying to add both interest and colour, but were failing miserably. The doctors messy desk, with two folders marked with our names, sat opposite two office chairs, whilst the far end looked to have an examination bed, hiding behind a shiny green curtain.

‘Could you fill these in for me first? I just need to ring through to the hospital to let them know what to expect’

Dr Steele thrust two clipboards firmly into our hands and disappeared with a swish of her white coat. Olivia and I stayed motionless until the click of high heels had faded away, and then settled down to fill in the stapled pages.

Have you ever suffered from any of the following:

I began ticking the ‘No’ column alongside abdominal pain and arthritis, and bronchitis,
I hesitated over ‘Chest Pains’ though, as Kelly’s stocking clad legs were starting to induce them. Vast rows of ticks followed, alongside diseases I’d never even heard of, until the door swung open, denying me any more pleasure.

‘All done then? Super’ said Dr Steele as she breezed past, sn*tching our questionnaires without making eye contact.

‘Right. Lets get going. I’ll need you both down to your underwear. Quick as you can please’

I wasn’t sure what had shocked me the most. The harshness of the instruction itself or the fact that Dr Steele had, for the first time, actually used the word ‘please.’

‘What? With him in here?’ Olivia’s eyes were larger now, as she frantically sought some form of broad sisterhood.

‘Is there another problem? replied Dr Isobel, her eyebrows arched.

‘Well yes. I don’t want to. You know…in front of..’ she nodded her head towards me, somehow hoping that I wouldn’t notice.

‘You did say it was fine for me to see you both together didn’t you?’ said our doctor, rolling her eyes.

Olivia let that rather debateable viewpoint go unchallenged.

‘Its just that you said it would just be basic things though. I didn’t think I’d have to..’

‘Oh for goodness sake. I bet you wear bikinis don’t you? It’s just the same’

‘Its not though is it?’ said Olivia, bravely. ‘That’s completely different’

Dr Steele bit gently on her bottom lip, and then exhaled loudly. She looked up to the ceiling and then directly into my eyes.

‘You don’t mind doing it for me do you Nicholas?’ she asked, clearly choosing to divide and conquer.

‘Er… yes. It’s fine with me. I suppose’

‘Good man. That’s what I like to hear’

Dr Steele cast me the slightest of smiles. I was getting quite good at currying favour.

‘Could I go behind the thing though?’ I stammered, motioning towards the curtain at the end of the room

‘Of course you can dear. Quick as you can though please’

I slipped behind the curtain and removed my shoes, shirt and trousers, listening for any signs of conversation between the two females. There were just a few whispers, and some rather painful squeaks of a chair on the hard floor. It seemed that broken fences had yet to mend.

Once only my boxer shorts remained, I took a long, deep breath, and pulled the curtain back again. Dr Steele raised another half smile to greet my return, and I smiled back weakly. My eyes looked across at Olivia, although she declined to look back.

She was still in her chair, crossed legged and slightly twisted at the waist. Her arms were folded, hiding a hint of a tummy, and that charming face now wore a dark, brooding frown. Those brown eyes were moist, and were staring into vacant space.

Above all though, and much to my delight, Olivia had also decided to undress.

Her jacket, blouse and skirt lay across the back of her chair, along with her stockings, and those lovely shoes had been placed neatly on the floor. Her plain white bra and knickers were all that stood between me and her most natural state, and were sadly doing an excellent job. Their cut leaned towards the sensible, but their simplicity only threw more emphasis onto her body. She had seen a real summer, perhaps Spanish or Greek, and the contrast of that browned skin against her cotton underwear was a sight to behold. Although I ached to stare at her forever, I forced my eyes back towards Dr Steele.

‘Sit down please’

I complied, planting myself next to Olivia, who visibly flinched as our thighs almost touched.

‘I’ll just do these tests first and then we can move on’

Dr Steele placed her palms against my head and instructed me to push against her hands. Left and right, and then up and down, until my neck ached. She grabbed my hands next, giving me sharp, flashcard instructions that left me struggling to keep up. Push in, push out push up, push down, until it felt we were playing some childish pat-a-cake game. She did the same with my feet, placing her hands on them and making me push against her hands as hard as I could. Eventually, after perhaps two minutes of these manic, frantic movements, she declared herself satisfied.

‘Fine. All good. No problems there. Olivia?’

She did the same with my petite, cotton clad partner, and I stole further pleasure in watching Olivia’s legs stretch out to their full extent, her leg muscles working to resist the forces of Dr Steele’s hands.

‘You’re fine too. Thank you’

The Doctor raised herself from her chair.

‘Height now then. Could you stand over here for me please Nick?’

Dr Steele positioned me carefully, with my back almost against the wall. she adjusted the wooden block above me, standing so close that I could smell her cool, expensive scent. I could see Olivia watching the proceedings, so I smiled at her, hoping to promote some form of camaraderie, but she looked away again, embarrassed at being discovered.

‘One metre, eighty....one. Thank you Nicholas. Swap over’

She ushered me back toward the chairs where Olivia remained, unmoving and clearly in no better a mood.

‘Olivia? Come on. Quick as you can’

I watched as she raised herself, limb by limb, and we passed so close together that I could smell her own perfumed wake. By the time I had seated myself, Dr Steele had started to position her with a series of gentle pushes and pulls.

I realised that I would soon have the best seat in the house, and once Dr Steele moved aside to take her measurement, Olivia was displayed to me, frozen in time like a mannequin in a shop window.

‘That’s it. Perfect’

Perfect was indeed the word. Olivia was staring straight ahead, stubbornly refusing to look either left or right, so I took my fill of her fabulous, curvaceous figure. The wooden block now seemed unwilling to come down from one metre eighty one, and I thanked it, silently.

‘Come on, you little…’ muttered Dr Isobel as she tried to force it downwards. The forcing made it worse of course, until it finally gave way.

My eyes were drawn back to Olivia. The body of a girl was clearly in its twilight, ready to be succeeded by that of a woman. Those last few ounces on her thighs would be lost over the coming seasons, and the half inch of flesh on her hips would likely be gone too. I felt it my duty to document them, before it was too late.

Olivia’s rounded breasts filled her bra to overflowing, and offered just a glimpse of two pin pricks against the cotton. I followed down across her tummy to her belly button, until the waistband of her panties met my eye. I stared at them as she stood perfectly still, marvelling at the line of her hips and the rather pronounced curve of her pubic mound. Her knickers, whilst clearly under strain, still managed to contain all this beauty, allowing me only the merest hint of a triangular shadow underneath.

‘One metre fifty eight’

The doctors voice slapped me hard in the face, and I came round in an instant.

‘Thank you Olivia. Weight next then Nicholas. Did you skip breakfast like I asked?’

‘Yes. I almost forgot though‘ I lied, desperately trying to lift the mood. ‘I nearly had some toast this morning’

‘Oh bless you. Lets get you done and then you can go and get something to eat. Over you come’

I rose once more, and Olivia scuttled past, her fists placed firmly under her chin. She sat down, assuming the same position as before, and looked down at her cleavage, no doubt checking that she remained modest.

The scales stood next to the height apparatus, their sweeping curves almost hiding their true function.

‘Yes they are super aren’t they?’said Dr Steele, seeing my puzzlement. ‘They’re the latest from Switzerland. They do everything for me’

‘They’re certainly different. Amazing’ was the best I could offer.

Dr Steele pressed a discreet button and the machine sprang to life with a beep and a low hum. Before I could move forward, she lifted her arm to bar my way.

‘Now then Nick. You’ll have to slip your shorts off for this one I’m afraid. These are just so incredibly sensitive’

I froze at her casual, matter of fact instruction. I had a female GP, and she had seen all of me over the years, but Dr Isobel was far more attractive than my own physician. I focussed again. She must have seen hundreds of unclothed males. She’s a professional. It’ll be fine. The thought of displaying my rear to the young lady behind me was a greater worry, but before I could consider my options, Doctor Steele began again.

‘I wouldn’t ask if it wasn‘t necessary. I can’t forward my report to HR without a true weight you see. And without the ok from me, they can’t offer you a contract. It’s just one of those things I’m afraid.’

My alternatives cut to precisely none, I gave in.

‘Well ok’ I nodded, trying to make light of it all. ‘If you really need me to’

The gentlest of smiles played across Dr Steele’s lightly freckled face.

‘That’s the spirit. Don’t worry. I’ve seen lots of them. All you boys have got one’

Our eyes met as I raised a smile at her attempt to calm me down. Looking straight ahead, I pulled my shorts down carefully, to ensure Olivia would see only the barest of bare minimums. Once they were gone, I stepped onto the machine and waited as patiently as I could. The machine beeped again, some numbers appeared, and Dr Steele scribbled them down on her clipboard.

‘Well done Nick. Thank you. Have you ever had any problems with your bits and pieces?’

She pointed between my legs with her pen, her eyes firmly fixed at my rapidly shrinking manhood.

‘No. I’m fine thanks’

‘Good. All done. Pop your things on again. I’ll take your blood pressure in a minute and then you can go. Olivia? Your turn’

My shorts were hitched up again rapidly, and I made my way back to the chairs. Olivia’s eyes were moist, and her lips were trembling. I had been so caught up in my own nervousness, I had not even considered how Olivia would begin to manage the same ordeal.

It only took a moment to find out.

While the doctor was still engrossed in my results, Olivia attempted to sneak onto the scales, stalking forward like a cat burglar along a window ledge. Unfortunately, the sound of her bare feet striking the plate made the doctor look up from her studies.

‘Oh no Olivia. That will never do. I need you to take everything off too’

‘Do I have to? Really?’ she pleaded. ‘Can’t you just weigh me like this? It’s embarrassing. He’ll see me’

‘Don’t be silly. Nick just did it. I didn’t hear him complaining’

Olivia was clearly not going to let it go though, and placed her thumb under the shoulder strap of her bra. She pulled it forward before letting it ping backwards again.

‘Really? This can’t weigh that much surely. Can’t I keep it on?’

I sat down, wincing at her whining voice, and bristled at being somehow cast as the villain. None of this was my fault. I also noted that she’d managed to watch my own discomfort well enough. I didn’t hear her do any campaigning on my behalf. I placed any sympathy for her aboard a paper plane, and threw it.

‘I’ve just explained all of this to Nick. Were you not listening?’ said Dr Steele, tightening her grip on her pen. It seemed Olivia was testing her patience.

‘Now come on’ she snapped. ‘Don’t be a baby. Undies off please’

A full Mexican stand off ensued, the two staring each other down whilst I cowered behind a barrel. Ten, then twenty, then thirty seconds passed in dry, painful silence until Olivia was forced to draw.

‘Oh God. Can’t believe this’ she grumbled.

Her bra was first, unclipped with fumbling fingers. The white mark it left branded her a shy girl on the beaches, and explained her reluctance better than words. She gathered the tangle of cups and straps in front of her chest and then let it dangle inches from the floor before dropping it.

‘Thank you Olivia’ said Dr Steele with what I thought was an ounce of sarcasm.

‘Well done. And the rest please’

Dr Steele waved her pen vaguely in the area of Olivia’s waist, while I tried to remain conscious. I watched eagerly, hoping that the white cotton currently biting hard into the flesh of her derriere would soon be releasing its grip.

Olivia bent forward and began to roll her knickers down, hoping for a reprieve that never came. The crease of her bottom came into view first, and as she tugged harder, the material began to stretch ever more taught. A few seconds later, her plump, milky cheeks were fully revealed, and her panties began to move more easily towards the floor. Eventually they reached her ankles, and she stepped out of them gingerly before kicking them aside. Trying to protect the very last of her dignity, she covered her bottom with her hands, splaying her fingers as wide as they would go. Her obvious embarrassment only served to draw my attention further though, and added even more to my pleasure.

‘There you go. Not so bad was it?’ chimed Dr Isobel, beckoning her onto the scales again.

Stark naked, and without the aid of her heels, Olivia looked almost comically short, and I found myself smiling at the joke. I couldn’t take my eyes from that bottom, crowning her legs like two scoops of vanilla ice cream. She stood as still as stone until the machine beeped again, sadly all too soon. Dr Isobel scribbled the figures down, and Olivia peered over her clipboard, trying to read them.

And what about you Olivia?’ began Dr Steele

‘What about me?

‘Any problems with your boobs? Any lumps or bumps?

‘No’

Dr Steele looked downwards, hard.

‘And what about down here? Everything ok?’

‘Yes. I’ve always been fine’ she replied, almost silently.

‘Good. Excellent.’

Olivia exhaled loudly as she waited to be excused, and so did I. She sniffed loudly and raised her hand to her eyes, presumably to wipe away a tear or two. Knowing the end was nigh, I took in her nudity one last time. Her bare back, the pale expanse of her bottom and those short, tanned legs fought for my attention, until my eyes grew sore from overwork.

‘Could I just ask you Olivia’ began Dr Isobel. ‘Have you always walked like that?’

‘Walked like what?’

‘Favouring your left leg. Have you always done that?

‘I’ve never noticed it.’

‘Never? Really? That’s interesting’

Why?

‘Its just strange your own doctor didn’t pick it up. There could be an issue with your right leg. That would make you favour your left, you see. Or something in the hip area perhaps’

Kelly’s hips looked perfectly fine from my chair, but as the conversation was allowing me more time to gaze at her nakedness, I thanked the good doctor for her thoroughness.

Dr Steele raised her head from her clipboard again.

‘Would you mind having a little walk for me? Just to the end of the room and back. I’d like to have a quick check on that before I let you go’

‘What? Walk? Like this? With nothing on? You are joking’ replied Olivia, her voice quivering. ‘I’m not doing that. Not with him in here. No way’

Dr Steele turned the screw.

‘Oh that’s such a shame. You’ve done so well today. It’s like I explained to Nick though. Without my report, there just can’t be a position here I’m afraid.

‘Oh bloody hell’ whispered Olivia, barely loud enough for me to hear. ‘This is so unfair. He didn’t have to do any walking around. Can’t I put my knickers on at least?’

The doctor declined to answer her, remaining perfectly still and silent. I could almost hear Olivia trying to weigh embarrassment against employment, but this set of scales were weighted far too heavily against her.

A further minute passed before she took the only sensible option, just as I had.

She stepped off the plate and began to shuffle her way towards the far end of the room. Her bottom wobbled wonderfully as she did so, and I took my chance to admire those golden limbs again. Her feet were taking short, fairy steps, and Dr Steele spotted her act immediately, and called loudly across the room.

‘Just walk naturally please Olivia’

The petite figure became ever more distant, and I realised Olivia had been taking those six inch steps in the hope of never having to return. Inevitably though, she reached the far end of the room, and stopped, dead in her tracks.

‘And back again please’

Distant stars had been born, lived and died before she began to turn around.

Eventually she did so though, with one arm across her breasts and the other guarding between her thighs.

‘Come on. Back you come dear. Just walk as naturally as you can’

Olivia took a huge breath, swallowed hard, and lifted her chin proudly, steeling herself for the longest walk of her short life.

Dr Steele checked her watch yet again.

‘Hurry up please. Quick as you can’

Olivia finally dropped her hands by her side, exposing herself to us at last, and in the same movement began her first step. The sharp, ivory tan lines across her breasts and hips highlighted her most private areas, and my eyes were drawn to them immediately. Her ponytail bounced up and down in time with her round, weighty breasts, and I marvelled at their unadorned beauty. Her small, light brown nipples were now erect in the cool air, and I saw her cast her eyes downward, mortified by their state. My own eyes cast rapidly across her tummy, only to stop again, entranced by the sight between her thighs. A small triangle of curly, chestnut hair lay there, centred perfectly in the band of Devon cream across her hips.

‘That’s better, keep going. You’re doing really well’ encouraged Dr Steele

Those powerful legs were carrying her back to us at quite a speed, but I was still able to examine every last inch of her. I was transfixed by those heavy, swaying breasts, and the trimmed neatness of her most intimate place. It curved away gracefully beneath her, appearing and then disappearing as she walked.

The real pleasure lay in the painting itself though, rather than any detailing on its frame.

‘Is this ok?’ Olivia croaked, her throat sounding painfully dry.

‘That’s much better. Keep coming. Just a few more steps’

I could feel myself wanting to examine her body for eternity, but I found myself entranced by the striking, open beauty of that face, and struggled to look anywhere else.

Her hair, so immaculate in the waiting room, was now beginning to work its way loose, with wisps of fringe playing untidily around her forehead. Her cheeks were salmon pink, as was her neck, and her mascara was smudged, spoiled by the constant moisture from her eyes. The cool, professional façade she had presented thirty minutes ago was now gone, replaced by a different girl entirely.

Before I had chance to breathe again, Olivia was back by the doctors side. She turned away from me immediately, and in doing so presented that generous bottom to me once again

‘Is that it? Does everything look all right?’

It certainly did, but I urged the doctor to disagree. How I longed for another twenty yards of heaven.

‘Yes. I think so. I’ll have a look at you again next time, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about’

‘Can I get dressed then?’

The doctor nodded, and returned to her clipboard.

Olivia left me with one last gift, bending over to retrieve her underwear from the floor. The movement caused those lily white cheeks to appear even larger, and spread apart slightly, offering me a promise of what lay further between them. Realising just how much was now on display, she pulled her knickers up at the speed of light, sacrificing the side of her breast as she did so. She scrambled back into her bra, fastening it expertly at the first attempt, before walking unsteadily over to join me on the chairs, flushed and exhausted.

‘Right then, just blood pressures left. Could you give me your arm please Nick?’

The fastest ever blood pressure tests passed in a blur, but there was surely no way that mine could ever have been normal. I can only think that Dr Steele made some rather wide allowances, as I soon found myself behind the curtain again, getting dressed and trying to regain some composure.

‘I’d just like to thank you both for your help today’ said Dr Steele as I returned.

‘You’re all done. You‘ll be pleased to know that you’ve both passed with flying colours, so you should get your letters through next week’

Dr Steele opened up our folders and began scribbling furiously in them.

Olivia was out of the door in a heartbeat and without a word, leaving the door just about on its hinges.

I thanked Dr Isobel for her time and began to make my own way out, only to be interrupted.

‘Did you enjoy that? she said, without looking up.

‘Sorry?’

‘Olivia’s little parade. Did you enjoy it?

‘I’m not sure what you mean’

‘She deserved it for being such a pain. She has a lot to learn’

‘Oh. Right. I didn’t realise’

‘You didn’t realise. Let me give you some advice Nick. This company expects everyone to be a true team player. There’s no place for people with an attitude like hers. She’d better learn pretty quickly or she’ll be gone by next month. You helped me a lot today, and so I helped you. That’s how it works here. Do you understand?’

‘Yes. I think so. Thanks for the advice’

‘Don’t mention it. I’ll see you in six months’

I found myself alone on the long corridor, trying to make sense of the last thirty minutes. I wondered what other sights and experiences might be in store if I could just keep my head above water. What if today was considered perfectly normal? What if that was just a mild introduction? I needed to buckle down, work hard, and find out.

I was surprised to see Olivia waiting by the huge glass doors of reception, as I had assumed she would have been swept away by a silver Jaguar ten minutes ago.

She was retying her ponytail, but completion of the task had conveniently allowed her to follow me out into the September sunshine. I felt her breath as I pushed the door open, causing me to look back into that breathtaking face once more.

‘Can I ask you to do something?’ she began, buttoning her jacket.

I didn’t need to be a genius to know what she was about to ask, so I beat her to it.

‘Oh Olivia. Please don’t ever worry’

She broke into a huge, heartbreaking smile that remains with me still, before gripping my forearm softly.

‘I’m just a bit frightened. You know. About what we had to do in there. Especially me. At the end. I’d just die if anyone ever said anything’

‘I promise you Olivia. I’ll never say a word about today. To anyone. Ever’

And I never have.

[amfanon]

Fantastic!

[todd_cheese]

This was one smoking hot story. I applaud you, sir. Got any others?

[cpower36]

Thanks very much Todd, I'm glad you liked it. I've done a couple of stories on another site as well as 'Mixed Sauna' on this one. I have decided to make a greater effort this year, and am thinking about writing a series of stories on my 'career' at 64 Lime. It depends on the feedback for this one I suppose! Thanks again.

[amfanon]

Originally Posted by cpower36

Thanks very much Todd, I'm glad you liked it. I've done a couple of stories on another site as well as 'Mixed Sauna' on this one. I have decided to make a greater effort this year, and am thinking about writing a series of stories on my 'career' at 64 Lime. It depends on the feedback for this one I suppose! Thanks again.

I don't suppose you might give us hints as to where or how we might find these other stories?

[cpower36]

Thanks AMF. I dont have an issue with sending a link, but I never know whether its allowed! if one of the mods can give the ok, I'll gladly put one up. thanks, CP

[amfanon]

Originally Posted by cpower36

Thanks AMF. I dont have an issue with sending a link, but I never know whether its allowed! if one of the mods can give the ok, I'll gladly put one up. thanks, CP

Well, that's why I mentioned hints, so as to hopefully not violate forums rules (though if the site is free, I believe it's OK). I figure I can probably find them, so long as I have some hints to work with.

Of course, sending a link by PM would also work (but where's the fun in that!?)

Thanks either way

[cpower36]

PM sent AMF- thanks for keeping it between us for now .CP

[amfanon]

Originally Posted by cpower36

PM sent AMF- thanks for keeping it between us for now .CP

Thanks!

[northernboy2000]

Love this story - would really like to read some more!