High Impact Olga

The courier rubbed the back of his neck nervously with one hand while pulling down the front end of his uniform top with the other as inconspicuously as possible to hide the growing bulge in his pants. He was deliberately trying not to stare at her breasts but all his attempts were failing and he was hoping that it wasn't that obvious to the woman standing a few feet in front of him, I mean, she must get stares like this all day long right? Currently the woman known to the world as the Soviet Superwoman was looking over the parcel he had delivered to her and examining the card attached to the top, not paying him any attention to his relief. She was dressed in a tight fitting, steel-grey t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants. Holding the card in her hand, Olga flipped it open to read the contents inside:


"To Mrs. Olga Yezhov," it began in a hand-written and elegant calligraphy script, "A figure such as yours deserves to be not only accentuated, but also celebrated! As such I present you with a gift of my own design. I hope that you enjoy it."


The missive was signed by one Roxanne Mayhew, which made sense since the package itself had the logo of the Mayhew Company stamped across the top.


Olga raised an eyebrow, folded the card back and looked back at the courier, causing him to avert his eyes quickly and obviously.


"I will bring you a tip if you wait here." she smiled, winking at him.


The young man nodded as she went back inside, letting out a deep breath.


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Olga stepped outside of her building, dressed in her ultra-modern, decadent new clothing and already she was turning heads. A taxi cab driver rubbernecked himself almost into a major traffic accident and the daily commuters, going about their lives on the streets of Angel Falls stopped and stared, some throwing up whistles. The Russian amazon was excited! The fit was perfect, especially considering no-one had ever measured her for it. It was tight, racy and made her look gorgeous! Outside of going to the beach or working out, she had never felt so exposed in public before...well not counting all the times when her costume had been destroyed, but this was different. She felt...sexy and she liked it. A small crowd was gathering around, showing their approval either by awestruck expression or exclaiming it loudly. As the raven-haired super-soldier made her way down the street she knew she had to meet this Roxanne Mayhew personally and thank her for such a wonderful gift. A simple phone call or letter would not do. Maia was going to love it just as much as she did herself!


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This was a gift from my dear friend that I have been sitting on almost a month to unleash for my 300K page-views. I think that his amazing artwork, particularly the wedding of Olga & Maia, has contributed a great deal to my achieving that goal and for that I am very grateful.

is also the creator and owner of Impact and the Mayhew Corporation.

Soviet Superwoman is my creation and property.

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