Futa Milk

"Hey Rookie" I heard my boss said as I looked up. "Got a story for you, we got a tip from the local grocer. They say there is a new milk from a local farm that is flying off the shelves. I want you to go down to the farm and write a story about it." My boss said tapping his note pad. "You want me to write a story about milk?" I said with a sigh. "Listen I wrote stories about potholes when I was a rookie and let me tell you they give terrible interviews. Now get down there and get me a story" He said with a laugh. Grabbing my bag I ask "What is this place called?" as I got ready to go out. "Futa Farm," He said trying to pronounce it a few different ways before giving up. "Strange name, wonder what it means," You say taking the address down. "No clue but get down there and get me a story about cows. Hell go undercover as one if you have too" He said with a laugh as I headed for the door.

Walking down the street to the local grocer my boss had mentioned I walked in and found the clerk. "Hey Jim heard you got a hot milk-based story for me," I said resigned to my fate. Jim laughed coming around the counter to shake my hand "Hey Tim, yeah something like that, you got perfect timing we are just about to put another load out" he said waving me deeper inside the store. As we rounded the isle into the refrigerated section I saw a line of people packed in. "Wow, what are they waiting for?" I said confused. "They are here for the milk, watch we just got a delivery now," He said and I realized there might be more to this story than I had thought. As we watched a team of stockers carted the milk in front of the crowd, they didn't even bother to put it in the coolers. In moments it was all gone with some people walking away with cases of the stuff. "What the hell are they putting in that milk," I asked confused and Jim laughed again. "No clue, here come with me I think the owner of the farm is still here. She makes all the deliveries herself right now" he said leading me into the back. Moving between pallets and dodging stockers with carts who looked high as hell we finally got to the loading dock. My jaw dropped as I saw the woman signing the paperwork in front of an old 50s style milk delivery van. She was a tall blonde bombshell with the largest tits I had ever seen. She seemed to tower over the teenage boy who was waiting for the paperwork with power, authority, and raw sexual power. "Hey, Miss Macdonald" Jim said giving her a handshake as her face lit up with a smile. "When are we getting another delivery" He immediately asked and she smiled brightly. "Oh please call me Cal, I'm so happy people like it, to answer your question you will get more milk just as soon as we have milked it. We are looking for more help but it can be hard to find the right people. I am being rude though who is this" She said happily. "Oh this is a friend of mine Tim the new rookie at the local paper, he actually is doing a story on your product," Jim said making an introduction. "Oh really," Cal said raising her eyebrows extending her hand. When I shook it I was both surprised by how soft and warm her skin was and how strong her grip was. It felt like she could crush my hand if she wanted to. "Yeah people seem to really like it, I was wondering what your special sauce is," I said and Cal just smiled "Oh that's a secret, but if you want I could give you a tour if you help out around the farm for a day," Cal said moving close.