Offices were filled with empty desks and unanswered phones lay silent. The building was in good condition, the company had gone into administration and closed just a short time before and as they crawled through an open fire door it was almost as if the workforce had stepped away for the weekend and would return any moment.
Hell yes! Sam was mostly what they called a ‘drainer’, someone who preferred underground exploring in storm drains or sewers but could not resist the huge empty factory which lay before them. Hi, I’m Sam She smiled and held out her hand. She she stepped towards the broken fence she was approached by a young looking brunette, slim with an ample chest stretching her sports bra and t-shirt. She parked up her car and hid the keys behind the wheel in case she lost them in the building, she had cursed when that had happened before. It was just light when Max arrived, just before four in the morning and after a long drive and a nap on the way. She would meet ‘SewerSam’ when she arrived in the early hours of Saturday morning and so now, as she sat in her office willing the minutes to tick away before she could take her bag packed with tools, sleeping bag and food and drive the long distance to a Northern town. As tempting as it was to go it alone, she wanted company and so had agreed to link up with another female explorer from the internet forum she frequented. The upcoming bank holiday meant that she had three days over a long weekend to explore the huge site. The rumor on the internet forums was that an old paint factory had just closed and would soon be demolished, it meant that there was a short opportunity to get in, explore and take photos. She was five foot six with an curvy which spoke of just one to many pints to keep up with the lads but was toned enough to show off her blue eyes and ample breasts to best effect when she wanted something done. Excitement her nine to find job in an office lacked. Urban exploration or urbexing was the practice of visiting abandoned buildings to explore, Max knew that sometimes you took your life in your hands when you crossed rotten creaking wooden floors or wobbling staircases in long abandoned buildings such as old offices and factories, but it was that thrill which made it exciting. Maxine Jenkins was always known as a bit of a ‘tom boy’, she would always be the one girl who wanted to play with the boys, always the one to come home muddy with her clothes torn and now, aged twenty the one who enjoyed the pastime of urban exploration. What happens when you explore an abandoned paint factory Contains paint, tar and glue
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