Inspired by Quigley, MMS and others…

 
I’m Hamish; let me tell you what happened on one of my recent jobs – I work as a domestic removal guy for a small company with about 10 trucks.  Usually we work in teams of 2 or 3; this day I was due to work in a team of 2 with another team of 2, but my buddy called in sick.  I pulled up alone in my removal truck into the yard behind the apartment block.  Fourth floor to be visited, young lady by the name of Ella, as our boss had told us.  She was only moving around 15 miles and I wondered why we needed 2 trucks for this job.

I rang the bell in the lobby.  “Hello?” the soft female voice responded through the speaker. 

“Hi, I’m Hamish from Sporran Removals.” 

“OK then, push the door,” she replied.  I heard the lock go, and sure enough, the door moved with just a gentle touch.  The stairs seemed nice and wide but there was also a large elevator, which I took.  It opened into a spacious upper lobby with 5 doors.  Number 41 was ahead of me; she had already unlatched the door and was looking my way.  She had blonde, shoulder length hair, a very pretty face, a low-cut top and faded blue jeans.  On her feet she wore white open-top sandals. 

 “Hi there, I’m Hamish,” I said, smiling to greet her and trying hard not to stare at her breasts for too long; her cleavage was quite magnificent and her breasts were full and round.  “I’m on my own at the moment – my buddy called in sick but there’s another team going to join me in about half an hour. May I have a quick look around your apartment to get an idea of what there is, and what order we need to move and pack things?” 

“Sure,” she replied, giving me a warm smile; I smiled back, almost out of nerves more than anything else. 

“Is everything going with us, or are you leaving things like furniture behind, Ma’am?” I enquired of her. 

“Everything that’s not bolted down is going – and please call me L.A.,” she said, smiling at me again. 

“OK, anything you say, Ma’am – I mean LA – that’s an unusual name.” 

“Yeah,” she responded, “My name’s Ella, apparently I was conceived in LA and that’s the nearest name my parents could think of ; I prefer LA to Ella and that’s what I’ve been known as at school and work.” 

 “OK then LA, so let’s have a look at what we’ve got to move then…”

She showed me round – lounge, two bedrooms of which one was used as a general store room, a kitchen and a bathroom.  She’d already packed some of her things in boxes, which were lying across the floors in all the rooms except the bathroom. 

“OK LA, I need to return to the truck to get more boxes,” I said after I’d had a good look round.

As I got to my truck, my other team drew up into the parking area.  Out got Eddie and Des, both of them much more burly than me. “Morning Hamish,” they both uttered as they helped me take empty boxes and rolls of tape up to LA’s apartment.  When we got up to her door, introductions were