Wanna Bet?
As she walked into the store I could tell she was in great shape. She wore a halter top and shorts of a bright orange color, which really set off her fantastic tan. As she approached me I watched as her thighs would constrict and relax, constrict and relax with each step. I guess I gawked because she smiled at me and the look in her eyes was a taunting one.
“Where do you keep the blank cassettes?”
“Right this way.”
As I started to show her where they were she said, “oh, stay there I’ll find them myself.”
As she walked away I had the feeling she wanted me to watch her from the rear. What a sight! The ripple of muscle in her buttocks was fantastic; but, the bunching of her calves, which were accented by her high heels, was truly awesome. She got her tapes, came up to the counter and looked around to see if anyone else was in the store. We were alone.
“Are you a betting man?” she asked coyly.
“Well, sometimes, why?” I replied.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll bet I can beat you in [tag]arm wrestling[/tag] and even make you beg me to take these tapes for free. Wanna bet?”
I was speechless ! I finally said, “You do look powerful in the legs, but no female can beat a male in upper body strength.”
Her reply was not what I expected, “So let’s do it – if you’re so confident what’s to lose?”
That made sense to me, so we locked hands and I counted to three. Then I gave it my all but nothing happened. Her arm did not budge. She smiled and winked at me.
“Come on big man you can do better than that. Give it some muscle. Here, watch right here.” She pointed to her arm and I almost panicked as I watched it grow and grow and my arm went down, down, down very slowly.
When she had it almost on the counter she began to use her powerful forearms to squeeze my hand. Now I did panic. I tried to pull my hand away; but, she held tight and gave it a short, solid burst of power.
“Now, now stay right where you are, little man. I’m only using about 1/4 of my strength; so, I feel sure I could crush your hand. You can ease the [tag]pain[/tag] by starting to beg me to take these tapes for free.”
Before I could begin to talk she added a little pressure to emphasize the point.
I cried out, “Please, please take the tapes at no charge. Let me go; you’re breaking my hand.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. What else can I have ?”
There was a twinkle in her eyes I could see through the tears in my own eyes as I said, “Anything you want, within reason.”
Again, the power. “What’s within reason ? How much do you think your hand is worth ?”
Again more power and I could actually feel my bones begin to give. As her forearms bulged and the tears of pain were dripping down my face I said, “Anything in the store; anything. Please let me go. ”
Finally the pressure stopped. “I’m not going to take anything, because that’s stealing. I wanted to see if you’d let me. I’m pretty strong, huh ? Go lock the door and I’ll show you what these legs can do to you.”
I didn’t argue with her. I was afraid if I protested she’d show me anyway and someone would walk in while she had me helpless.
After locking the door I walked back toward her. “We can do this one of two ways. Either we wrestle out here and I’ll put you in the holds or we can go back in the store room and you can let me put you in the holds I want. Either way little one YOU ARE MINE. Which way do you want it ?” I said, “I guess the store room – I don’t really want people looking in because I might get in trouble for locking the doors. And I don’t want people seeing me getting beaten.”
So, we walked back to the store room. She was in front and walked so that her [tag]muscles[tag] bulged with each step. When we got back to the store room she effortlessly picked up a 150 lb. stereo like it was a box of air to move it out of the way. My Lord what power – the muscles in her arms and legs bulged ominously, but she seemed to hardly straining at all.
With the box moved she began her show. She sat down and had me sit with my back to her – then she placed her legs around my waist.
“Are you ready? You know it takes a lot of strength to really work an effective body scissors. Put your hands here on my thighs and feel my muscles.”
Slowly she began to put on the pressure. I felt the cords of muscle harden; and in almost no time I could feel the inner thigh muscles pressing on my ribs. The pain was intense and I began to beg for mercy. I pounded on those rock like pillars of power. She just laughed and began to squeeze and let up, squeeze and let up.
“Now, what do you think macho man ? You think this hurts, watch what happens next.”
With that the pressure from my waist was gone; but, before I could react my head was caught between those massive thighs.
“This is my head scissors. Notice it’s not a neck scissors, but really a head scissors. Let’s see how tough your skull is.”
As she once again slowly increased the pressure I groped at her legs. The muscles were solid and were growing to huge proportions. My head pounded and my ears were ringing. I felt as if she could crack my skull. I could not hear any longer and I began to feel very light-headed. Before I lost consciousness she let up and removed her legs from my head.
“Let’s take a short break, because this next hold is my favorite and the last one. I’m going to put you to sleep with it. You know, like knock you out cold. While you rest I’ll let you enjoy some muscle poses. I want you rested so that you’ll last a little while.”
She squatted down in front of me, placed her hand on my chin, lifted my head up and flexed the most powerful looking bicep I’ve ever seen.
“Go ahead, feel it. Does it make you feel weak ? I’ll bet yours is smaller and softer. Flex and we’ll compare muscles.”
I did and she was right.
“Gosh, it is small and feels like mush compared to mine. Ok, feel these thighs.”
She placed her legs up to my head and flexed. Then she raised up on her toes and flexed her calves. It took both hands to go around her legs even most of the way.
“Ok, ready?”
She bent down and forced my head between those massive legs. As she stood up she began to squeeze with her thighs. Then up on the toes again. My neck was hurting so badly that I could not even think clearly.
“Wow, isn’t this fun? But, I’ve got to go so we’ll have to cut this short. Good night little man! Oh, I’ll stay until you come to again.”
I started to protest, but up on the toes she went and the pounding in my head began again and I started seeing stars. Then darkness . . .
When I came to she was standing over my prostrate body. She raised up on her toes and flexed her legs, then her arms.
“And the winner again, Linda legs. Want anymore ?”
I shook my head NO!!
“Ok, maybe we can do this again real soon. Linda’s my name – and destruction of the male’s my game. I’m 19 years old; measurements of 39D – 26 – 36. My biceps are 16″ flexed, and my legs are 24″ thighs and 15″ calves. You never stood a chance against me, but it was fun to completely destroy you. I’ll come back again soon; and I’ll bring some friends to watch. See ya!”
She left then and I keep expecting her to return any day. I can say one thing–watch out when a female says “Wanna bet ?”
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