Author's note: I've been watching Charmed once again and just saw Grind house and I had to write a story on her. I took some real facts like her business that she owns and built a fictional story around it. I hope you guys enjoy.
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I had been sent into a company called 'Pinken Mint' to make sure that they were following all health and safety procedures and that they were providing a safe working place for their employees.
As I approached the building, it didn't look too big. It was two floors. I walked in and saw a woman pacing back and fourth near the reception desk. I walked past her to the receptions desk.
"Hi." I said approaching the woman at the counter. "I'm here from the department of health and safety."
"Hi." I heard the woman behind me. "I'm Natasha Andres, one of the owners of the company." She extended her hand and I shook it.
"I'm sorry for the delay." I said. "I know I was due here about two hours ago, but the last place was in a very bad shape. It took a while to look the place over. I think it took me longer to write down all their faults than it did to look the place over." I laughed. Natasha gave a nervous laugh.
"You seem nervous." I said to her as I opened my brief case and looked over some papers. The place was owned by two women. Ms R. McGowan and Ms N. Andres.
"Yeah." Natasha replied. "This is the first time that we've had someone from health and safety over."
"Let me put your mind at ease. We aren't the ass holes you see on TV that come in look the place over, give you the cold shoulder and be plain out rude to you and then shut the place down. That's health inspector's at food places. We're more laid back. Of course, if there's a legit fault we'll tell you about it and then send someone over in a week to see you've fixed the problem."
"Oh. Thank God!" She let out a sigh of relief. "Me and Rose were so worried." So the R in the co-owner R. McGowan stood for Rose. Could it actually be Rose McGowan of the show Charmed? Anything is possible, but I've never heard of her owning her own business, so I highly doubted it. Probably someone who had the same name, more of a coincidence really.
"Let's see. Where should I start? I guess the reception room is a good a place as any." I said. "I'm Kash by the way."
"I don't mean to sound impatient, but how long is this gonna take?" Natasha asked.
"About one to two hours." I replied. "Why?"
"I finish up here in about an hour. We were expecting you two hours ago..."
"Sorry about that." I apologised again.
"I've got somewhere I have to be, so I won't be able to stay here longer than an hour. But, my business partner will be coming in. But she can't get here till half five. She usually comes in at closing to make sure everything is OK. So you'll be here for about half an hour by yourself."
"No problems. I think I'll be OK by myself." Natasha showed me a tour of the place before I started the long boring procedure. The place designed and made custom purse caddies, there's pretty much a company for any crap out there. As I looked the place over, Natasha followed me. One time I heard her on her cell phone. I assumed that it was her business partner. She was telling the person about what was happening.
When it came to 5:00, I was close to finishing. I needed another 10-15 minutes, but Natasha had left and I was gonna have to wait around an extra 20 minutes for her business partner to get here. I looked around the place, checking out some of the custom made purse caddies they had made. When It started to approach 5:30, I made my way to the receptions desk.
It was 5:30 now, I was waiting at the reception area. They had no seats there other than the one the receptionist was sitting on, so I had to stand. The place closed at 5:30, and in about 5 minutes, the place had already cleared out. As the people left they signed out at the reception desk. It was their way of keeping track of who's in the building and who wasn't. The receptionist closed the book.
"That's everyone gone." She smiled at me. I smiled back at her, starting to get a little irritated at how late the business partner was running. "Don't worry sir. Rose should be in any minute now." After another minute or so, the receptionist spoke again.
"That's Rose's car pulling in." She smiled. I had no clue how she could be smiling now. The place closed at 5:30 and she's only still her because Rose was taking so long to get here.
"Hey Liz! Sorry about being late." Rose said as she entered the building, taking off her sunglasses. "I ran into a little traffic, but you can head out now. I'll close the place up." It didn't take a genius to see that she was indeed Rose McGowan of the show Charmed.
"Sorry about being late Kash. But I ran..." Rose started.
"Into traffic. I know I heard when you told Liz." I cut her off. Natasha must've told her my name.
"OK then." Rose smiled. "Let's go to my office and we can talk over whatever needs talking over." She walked past me and headed to the stairs. Her hair was dyed brown and she had her trademark of red lip stick on. It was quite hot out and she had a summer dress on that was low cut around her neck showing off her rather large breasts. The dress was a couple of inches short of her knees. I had to admit, the dress did look a little ugly. It was a weird shade of green with flowers on it, but she had a great figure that you didn't even notice the ugly dress. She had a hand bag that matched the ugly dress as well.
I followed her up the stairs, staring at her butt, hoping that I might get a peek up her dress. But unfortunately, her dress wasn't short enough. I would almost get a peek, but not quite.
"Me and Natasha have been so worried. She said that you seemed like a nice guy and that she doesn't think the place will get closed down." Rose said. Didn't Natasha tell her that a place couldn't get closed down by a health and safety inspector? "And... whoo!" Rose couldn't even start on her next sentence as she tripped on one of the stairs. I quickly lunged forward and grabbed her waist with both hands, even though she fell forward. She used her hands to try and break her fall.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Yeah! I'm always tripping over. I'm just so clumsy. She said, as she turned around and sat on one of the steps.
"You hurt your knee or anything?" I asked while I looked and rubbed her knees with my hands.
"No. I'm use to it." She said. I noticed that one of her foot was bare and that her shoe had come of her foot and fell down a couple of steps. I went down the couple of steps and picked up her shoe.
"I think you'll be wanting this." I said looking up at her. Rose smiled.
"Thanks!" She said still sitting. Her knees where slightly apart and from the position she was sitting, I got a clear view of her panties. I felt like a perverted kid back at elementary school, back when you use to try and peek up a girls skirt. I went up to her and went down to my knees. I held her foot with one hand and held her shoe with the other. She had pale feet and red nail polish on her toe nails.
"You know? You have very nice feet." I said as I put her shoe on.
"Thanks." Rose said again as she twirled her foot, looking at her shoe. She looked up at me as I stood up and extended my hand for me to help her up. I helped her up and we went up the stairs.
"You were saying something before you tripped." I said.
"I can't even remember what I was going to say." Rose thought for a second looking up into space.
"Whoa! Watch it!" I said as I stopped her from tripping over a box. She did seem very clumsy and a little ditzy.