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Sandy:

This is a boring movie, Keith. Let’s leave. It’s supposed to be an action move, but it’s nothing in comparison to the exciting wrestling matches I have been in.

Keith:

What do you me, “the wrestling matches you have been in?”

Sandy:

Don’t you remember? I told you those stories about how I had to defend myself all those times.

Keith:

Sandy, you had to defend yourself a total of three times. The way you brag, you would think that you were e a professional wrestler or something.

Sandy:

I’ll have you know that each time I wrestled; it was exciting right down to the last minute.

Keith:

I guess you’re not going to watch this move, are you?

Sandy:

No! These stunt scenes look so fake. I could do a better job myself! Look at that wimpy guy. He is supposed to be stronger than that other guy, but the wimp looks like he can hardly throw a punch.

Keith:

Come, on Sandy. Don’t tell me that you could do any better. You’re not even an actress.

Sandy:

I wouldn’t have to act. I am really strong enough to wrestle any guy and win every time. I could beat you at anything that takes a lot of strength too.

Keith:

I’d like to see you try it.

Sandy:

Okay, I’ll bet you ten dollars that I can beat you at wrestling. Well, come on, wimpy! You look like you have your doubts that you would win.

Keith:

I don’t have any doubts. I know I could win. After all, everybody knows that guys are stronger than women.

Sandy:

Don’t make me laugh. Next to me you are nothing but a pitiful weakling! I am the strongest person you know. Why do you think I go to the gym- to do aerobics? (Pause) I lift weights, wimpy…. Heavy weights…weights too heavy for you to lift.

Keith:

How much can you lift?

Sandy:

Well, I can bench two hundred and fifty. Is that telling you anything?

Keith:

Yea, it’s telling me that you could crush and destroy me. Pause: Hey, Sandy, we’re talking too loudly. The people behind us are starting to complain. They can’t hear the movie.

Sandy:

I told you, it’s boring anyway. Do you know what we should do? - Let them see some real action. I wonder what all these people would think, if we got up on the stage in front of the movie screen and put on a show of our own.

Keith:

I’m afraid to ask you what you mean. Do you mean that I am going to have to get humiliated y you in front of all these people?

Sandy:

You know me, Keith. I am an adventurous woman, and I like taking risks. You should take some risks too, Keith boy. Maybe wimps like you turn on some women.

Keith:

Look, Sandy, you can call me a wimp if you want. But, I’m too embarrassed to get up in front of all these people and have you humiliate me.

Sandy:

Oh, come on. Be a good sport. I need you to help me show of my strength, and I ‘m just dying to know what the guys here say about me after I crush you.

Keith:

You might get these people furious with you. They probably would like to see the rest of this movie.

Sandy:

I doubt it. When they see my rock hard muscles all bulging and flexing, they won’t want to look at anything but me.

Keith:

When they see me getting beat up, they’ll think you are a bully. Maybe some of the women will want to come and rescue me.

Sandy:

Oh, come on, wimpy. The women will be making fun of you, just like I will.

Keith:

I don’t think I like this idea.

Sandy:

We might as well give everybody some excitement. Let’s face it; our wrestling will be more exciting than that so-called action movie.

Keith:

You get some of the craziest ideas, Sandy.

Sandy:

You better watch what you say to me. I might just beat you up.

Keith:

You would do that to me.

Sandy:

Oh, wouldn’t I!

Keith:

Hey, stop pulling my arm. Where are you taking me?

Sandy:

Up in front of the theater, wimpy.

Keith:

I’m feeling nervous up here in front of all these people.

Sandy:

Are you getting stage fright?

Keith:

No, I’m just getting scared! I’m afraid you’re going to hurt me!

Sandy:

Poor wimpy Keith! Afraid of a woman are you?

Keith:

(Moaning) Hey! Ouch! My head! You’re crushing my head!

Sandy:

I know I am, and look at all the guys applauding. They just love watching my big bicep bulge. I’m so glad that it was warm out tonight, so I could wear my little shorts and tube top.

Keith:

(wimpy voice) This is the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me. These people are all making fun of and embarrassing me.

Sandy:

Look! They’re turning off the move, so everybody can concentrate on my muscles and me.

Keith:

They’re turning off the move, so they can concentrate on wimpy me. (Moans) Oh, I’m so embarrassed!

Sandy:

This is more exciting than I thought it would be! These guys are so turned on I can hardly believe it. I told you they would rather see me and my gorgeous muscles instead of this boring movie.

Keith:

(Moaning) You’re hurting my head! I’m in so much pain! If I pass out right here on this stage, I’ll never forgive you.

Sandy:

(Teasing) What are you going to do about it, wimpy? Beat me up?

Keith:

No, but I won’t like you anymore.

Sandy:

You’re not fooling me. I know you really love this whole thing. You love feeling my muscles crush your head!

Keith:

You’re wrong, Sandy. I don’t like felling pain, even when I can fele your huge muscles at the same time.

Sandy:

Here, let’s see how you like this.

(Sandy throws Keith on the floor and puts him in a body scissor.)

Keith:

(Loud moan) Oh! That’s hurts! How did you get me down on the floor os fast? Your legs are torturing me! They’re pressing into my chest so hard!

Sandy:

You’re feeling a little humiliated, aren’t you, wimp?

Keith:

(Breathing heavily) Yes, but I think I’m being saved. Look, the movie is being turned back on. I don’t’ think they turned the movie off to watch you. I think that they turned it off for intermission.

Sandy:

That’s what you think. You know all the guys are fascinated with my body. I bet if I go out in the lobby, they’ll all follow me out.

Keith:

I bet they don’t.

Sandy:

Come on, wimp! I’ll drag you out of here by your head, and we’ll see how many guys follow us.

Keith:

Ouch, you’re pulling my neck!

Sandy:

You are such a wimp!

Keith:

Stop calling me a wimp!

Sandy:

That’s what you are. (Pause) Here’s the lobby. Look at the guys. I’ll probably have to fight them off. They’ll all want to touch my muscles.

Keith:

Are you going to wrestle them like you did me?

Sandy:

I’ll probably have to schedule wrestling sessions. I’ll be booked up for the next month.

Keith:

Wrestling sessions? I didn’t know you did wrestling sessions.

Sandy:

I don’t, but I’ll have to start now, since all these wimps have seen me in action. The theater must be half empty. All the men are out here admiring my body.

Keith:

I admired your body, and all you did was humiliate me.

Sandy:

You like it, and you know it. Look at all these guys. They’re all waiting in line to touch my muscles. Maybe I should do a posing session right here.

Keith:

You’ve never done a posing session for me!

Sandy:

Well, you’ll see one right now. (Yells at the guys watching) you guys will have to stand back, or I’ll have to wrestle all of you. Do you want to be humiliated like this little worm I have with me?

Keith:

Hey, Sandy! Stop calling me names!

Sandy:

Look at them drool over my biceps. Hey, do you guys know this is called a double bicep shot?

Keith:

Wow, you’re sexy!

Sandy:

Now, guys, how would you like to see a demonstration of some of my most powerful wrestling holds?

(Sandy puts Keith in another headlock.)

See how my biceps bulge, when I squeeze this little wimp?

Keith:

(Voice quivers) oh no, not again! Hey, this one is tighter than the one you put in before.

Sandy:

How would you like to see a body scissor now?

Keith”

You’re not putting me in any body scissor!

(Sandy throws Keith down and puts him in a head scissor.)

Keith:

Hey, you’re wrapping your monstrous legs around my head! (Moans)

Sandy:

How do you like this hold, guys? Now I’ll demonstrate how I can keep this little wimp from ever getting out of my grip.

Keith:

Stop insulting me in front of everybody.

Sandy:

They ca already tell that you’re a wimp. I just want to show them that I can do better stunts than they’ll ever see in that movie.

Keith:

(Struggling to talk) These guys are going tot think that we’re both nuts!

Sandy”

They are going to think that I am the sexiest woman they have ever seen.

Keith:

(Wimpy voice) Are you going to let go of my head now?

Sandy:

Remember that one stunt in the movie, where the one guy twisted the other guy’s arms behind his back and made him fall to his knees?

Keith:

Why are you asking me that question? (Pause) And thanks for letting go of my head. I thought I was going to faint for a while.

Sandy:

I could put you in that hold and watch you squirm some more.

Keith:

Please don’t do that! I’ve been humiliated enough already!

Sandy:

Well, I’ll wait. These guys are getting restless. Listen to them. They’re all begging me to wrestle them. I’ll have to sign them up for wrestling sessions at my apartment.

Keith:

They’d all have second thought, if they know how painful your wrestling holds were.

Sandy:

I don’t think so. I think they’d love to wrestle me, and I think you do too, you little wimp.

Keith:

Hey, look, the movie’s over. You’ve ruined it for all these guys.

Sandy:

I don’t think they feel that way at all. They look pretty excited just to stand here and stare at my huge muscles. (Flexes biceps). The harder I flex my biceps, the more excited they get.

Keith:

Your biceps are..Well, huge!

Sandy:

If you want me to wrestle you again, you’ll have to stand in line with all the other wimps.

Keith:

I never said that I wanted you to wrestle me again.

Sandy:

Oh, come on Keith! You love being crushed by my muscles, and you know it.

Keith:

All the women are filing out of the theater, and they look pretty envious of you.

Sandy:

If you think they are envious now, watch this! (Lifts Keith up in the air and presses him over her head.)

Keith:

Hey, put me down! You’ll drop me! What are you doing?

Sandy:

I’m pressing you over my head, wimpy.

Keith”

(Trembling voice) You’re as strong as an ox, but I’ll admit, you’re sexier than one. Your whole body is bulging with muscle!

Sandy:

These wimpy guys are going wild, and the women look green with envy. This is great, isn’t it Keith? I’ve put on a better show than that movie ever was. I showed these wimps more excitement just flexing one of my bulging biceps.!

Keith:

I never though that when I invited you to see a movie, it would turn into such an adventure.

Sandy:

Everything you do with me is an adventure. I’ll show you something even more adventurous tonight, when we get back to my place.

Keith:

(Voice still trembling) what’s that?

Sandy:

You’ll see. It’s going to be pretty sexy. Maybe I’ll even let you give me a massage. Then you can feel and squeeze every one of my big bulging muscles.

Keith”

Oh, that sounds exciting!

Sandy:

I’ll humor these wimps a little more. I’ll do a little more posing. Then I’ll sign them up for wrestling sessions. After that, we can go home and have the sexiest time of our lives.

Keith:

(very wimpy voice) you better put me down, before these guys go crazy. They’re falling all over you.

Sandy:

Let’s give them some “more” excitement. I’ll throw you don, sit on top of you, and bury your wimpy body under my muscles. Maybe I’ll even smother you with my huge pecs1

Keith:

No, Sandy, no! That’ll be to humiliating! Please have mercy! Why do I have to be such a wimp?

—–

My name is Susan. I am 25 years old and I now live in Chicago. I am a personal trainer and an amateur bodybuilder. I am 5 feet 7 inches tall and weigh 155 pounds. I have been lifting weights and hanging out in gyms since I was 15 years old. I have long red hair and the men in the gym tell me that I am very attractive. My abs are ripped, and my biceps are really large (almost 16 inches). My body fat is less than 8 percent.

I grew up in Brooklyn and I guess that is where I became street wise and street tough. I am a gentle person by nature, but I will use my strength to protect my friends when necessary, or myself.

I first began to realize I was naturally strong when I was 12 or 13 years old. My biceps were larger than all of the girls I knew in Flatbush, and bigger than many of the boys. One day, Tommy Santucci, a 14-year-old Italian boy who was just starting to develop facial hair and an attitude all at the same time, came through our playground and began to pick on my 10 year old brother, Alex. By the time I got there, Alex was on the ground crying, with Tommy sitting on his stomach.

“Get off him, Tommy!” I yelled across the playground. Tommy didn’t move. “Tommy, get off him!”

“What you going do about’ it”, said Tommy in his most eloquent Brooklyn accent. I had never been in a fight before, and certainly not with a boy. It was a steaming hot, summer in New York. I was wearing cut off dungaree shorts and a tank top. Kids began to gather all around us.

I really did not know what to do. Suddenly, I walked over to where Tommy was straddling Alex. I calmly knelt down and then I clamped my left arm around Tommy’s neck and head. I know now of course that this is a headlock. I then twisted Tommy’s head so hard that his body spun over and off my brother Alex. I then calmly applied pressure to Tommy’s head and neck while keeping my body away from Tommy’s. Tommy was able to reach up with his hands and grab my arms, but he could not escape my hold.

“A girl is beating you up” I said to Tommy in my most girlish voice, “do you give up?” I asked him politely.

I was getting dirty with sweat and dirt in the playground, but I had Tommy’s face flat in the Brooklyn mud. At that moment, I realized that I was tougher than Tommy Santucci, and stronger! It felt good protecting my brother, and wining this brief fight.

And then, just as suddenly as I started the fight, I ended it. I let go of the headlock, got up and went over to my brother Alex. We walked home together with our arms draped over each other’s shoulders. I really love my brother and it felt great defending him against a creep like Tommy.

Several years later, I ran into Tommy again. It was in a gym in a hotel in Disney world. It was about 10:30 at night in the aerobics room. The gym was closing at 11:00 and I was jus coming off the gym floor after working out my chest and triceps. Tommy was on the matted floor of the aerobics room finishing a set of push-ups.

He turned over after his last repetition to look up at he gym wall clock, and there I was, standing over him. He had moved out of Brooklyn shortly after our playground brawl. He had grown. I would say he was 5 feet 10 inches tall and maybe 180 pounds.

There was tension between us, but no hostility. “Hey, red”, he said to me in a slight hesitant voice, “been in any good fights lately?”

“Hi, Tommy”, I replied, “are you here on vacation?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend and I, Karen, are down here for a few days. She should be coming back here to pick me up any minute now.”

“Hey, I’d like to meet her,” I said.

Tommy then looked at me with a slightly strange smile.

“You know, you caught me by surprise back in Brooklyn. That could never happen again in a million years.”

“Sure, Tommy, no big deal, I was just a little stronger and a lot angrier than you were.”

“But you’re not strong now, Susan” he said in a very serious voice.

Same old Tommy Santucci, I thought to myself.

I was in college then, and I had begun to hang out with the male and female varsity crowd. I was running track and lifting weight pretty seriously. I would also fool around at night in the dorms by arm wrestling for quarters or an occasional beer although I sometimes lost to the bigger guys, most of the times I pinned my opponent. I was very confident that I could take Tommy down and destroy him if he challenged.

Back to Tommy, “okay, I said, maybe I am, and maybe I’m not, but we might as well find out, stranger.

I once again knelt down on the floor next to Tommy. I then stretched my legs out behind me and lay extended on my stomach. I planted my left elbow on the floor, flexed my bicep, and assumed an arm wrestling position.

Tommy at first immediately stretched out and started to also take his arm wrestling position. As he began to lock his hand in mine, he paused. He looked at my arm, and then his, and back to mine, his again. I think at this point he knew he might be in big trouble.

“Go ahead, Tommy,” I said, “Start anytime you’re ready.”

Tommy began to push down on my left hand with his. After my hand had moved about 6 inches, I began to resist and pus back. After about ten seconds, I brought his hand up to an even position. I then began to push harder, and Tommy began to resist harder. Tommy began to drip sweat and squeeze his teeth together. Although straining, I calmly looked him straight in the eye.

“We’re even here, Tommy, let’s give it a rest.”

“No way,” he said, and he began to strain harder.

Just at that moment a slim, mousy haired brunette walked into the room. I knew it was his girlfriend, Karen. I cannot describe the look on her face when she was what was going on. Shock, anger, jealousy, I’m not sure which.

“What the hell are you doing, Thomas? Is this a Disney world sideshow?”

(Story takes place in a department store)

Jay:

Hey, don’t I know you from someplace?

Valerie:

I don’t think so. I don’t know any wimps like you.

Jay:

You look very familiar. Weren’t you on the cover o some bodybuilding magazine?

Valerie:

Yes I was. Can’t you tell by my huge hard biceps?

Jay;

That’s impressive! (Pause) I’m surprised to see you shopping in an ordinary department store like us “regular’ people.

Valerie:

I don’t’ usually come in here, but I need a new posing suit. My other one ripped when I was wrestling my boyfriend the other day. I have a bodybuilding competition coming up, and I need another one fast

Jay:

Oh, that sounds exciting! I still say you look very familiar. You’re so powerful aren’t you?

Valerie:

Yes I am!!! I’m Valerie, and I’ve been on the cover of a lot of magazines. But, then how would you know? You certainly aren’t into bodybuilding. You’re so flabby and overweight. (Laughs)

Jay:

Hey, wait a minute! I’ll have you know that I was the star quarterback of my high school football team. All the girls used to love my muscles.

Valerie:

(Laughs) Muscles? What muscles? Flex your biceps for me. (Sarcastic) I want to see your big peaks.

Jay:

(Shaky voice) Well, my sleeves are pretty tight. I don’t think I can get them up that high.

Valerie:

If you were the star of any football team, it must have been a pathetic looking team. Now, come on. Roll up your sleeve. You are so skinny and wimpy! You have no muscles!

Jay

(Grunting and trying to push up his sleeve) Maybe I have lost a little muscle since then. That was ten years ago. (Pause) and I can’t get my sleeve up!

Valerie:

You are just afraid that I’ll find out the truth-that you are nothing but a fat slob with no muscle at all. That’s why you don’t wan tot show me your wimpy arms.

Jay:

That’s no true. I just don’t want to rip my sleeve, that’s all. This is an expensive sweater, you know.

Valerie:

I’ll get your sleeve up for you. (Pause) There, how’s that?

Jay:

Hey, you ripped my sweater1 I expect you to pay me for a new one.

Valerie:

(Laughs) Pay you for a new sweater? Now way sissy boy! It’s not my fault you arm is so fat, that it ripped out the sleeve. Look at your squishy bicep. When I squeeze it, it’s so soft.

Jay:

(Angry) Just because you’re a famous bodybuilder, it doesn’t mean that you can make fun of me.

Valerie:

You asked for it, and you got everything you deserve.

Jay:

What do you mean by that? (He sounds scared)

Valerie:

You have some nerve expecting me to give you money to replace that cheap rag you call a sweater. Besides, I don’t’ like your attitude. I just want to crush your little head with my huge biceps!

Jay:

No, please. What do you mean by attitude?

Valerie:

No wimpy guy ever talks to me the way you did and gets away with it. I’ll pin you down in a tight schoolboy hold and make you cry!

Jay:

(Shaky voice) I didn’t’ talk to you any way. I only said that….

Valerie:

(Loudly) How strong do you think my biceps are? How much do you think I can bench press?

Jay:

(Shaky voice) Oh, I believe you’re strong. I mean…well, look at the size of your body. You’re all muscle.

Valerie:

You are right about that one, wimp.

Jay

(Shaky voice) your biceps must be twenty inches around.

Valerie:

Well, not quite that big, but close. Big enough to turn you on, huh? Big enough to destroy you!

Jay:

(scared and trembling) Why are you picking on me? I think that you are.

Valerie:

I think that you are nothing but a cowardly weakling. A little baby, a worm!

Jay:

Hey, that’s cruel! Don’t talk to me like that!

Valerie:

I’ll talk to you anyway I want. You skinny scrawny thing! I want to humiliate you and control you!

Jay:

Stop calling me names! My name is Jay, and that’s the only thing I will let you call me!

Valerie:

Are you having trouble defending yourself, jay boy? (Pause) Watch this! (Puts Jay in headlock) How about another headlock you sissy!

Jay:

(Scared) What are you doing to me? That’s my head you’re squeezing (wrestling begins)

Valerie:

(Sarcastic) Oh, so that’s what it is that I am crushing? You’re so fat and round that I can’t tell one end of you from the other.

Jay:

(Struggling) Stop insulting me… and let go of my head! You’re hurting me….

Valerie:

Getting a little upset, are you?

Jay:

Yes and with good reason!

Valerie:

Oh, come on. Don’t tell me that you don’t just love being pinned under my big powerful bicep. How about if I wrap both of my biceps around your head!

Jay:

You’re hurting me! Help! Help! I can’t take it!

Valerie:

Ya know, you never did answer my question, Jay boy.

Jay:

(Breathless) What question?

Valerie:

The one about how much I can bench press. You know how powerful I am.

Jay:

Oh, that question.

Valerie:

Are you afraid to know? Are you afraid that if you hear the answer, you will feel even more humiliated? (Laughs)

Jay:

Oh, that question.

Valerie:

Are you afraid to know? Are you afraid that if you hear the answer, you will feel even more humiliated? (Laughs)

Jay:

(Stuttering) I…. I suppose you could press me over your head?

Valerie:

That’s about it, wimpy Jay. By the way, I can bench press two hundred and fifty pounds. (Brags)

Jay:

(Still struggling to get out of headlock) That’s a lot.

Valerie:

You better believe it’s a lot. I can bench more than any guy at my gym. I could bench press you!

Jay:

(Pleading) If I tell you that I think you are the strongest and sexiest woman alive, will you let go of my head?

Valerie:

Don’t you think I know that all guys think I’m gorgeous and sexy! You’ll have to do better than that, Jay boy or else I’ll destroy your tiny body.

Jay:

Well then, if I tell you that I like it when you wrestle me, would you?

Valerie:

Wimp, there isn’t anything that you can say, that will make me let go. I will let go, when I’m good and ready. How does it feel to have huge hard female body builder crush your skinny body! Like being pinned do you?

Jay:

(Breathless) I’m hot and sweaty, and I’m feeling a little sick. My stomach is….

Valerie:

You’re feeling hot and sweaty, because you’re getting so turned on. Come on. Don’t deny it. You love this, and you know it. How about if I wrap my huge quads around your head. Take it like the worm that you are!

Jay:

You really shouldn’t be doing this in public. I wouldn’t want anybody to see me like this.

Valerie:

There’s nobody around. It’s too early in the morning. Any you would love to be humiliated in front of hundreds of people! They’d all laugh at you!

Jay:

(Whining) Still, somebody could walk by and make me feel really embarrassed and tell everyone that I know!

Valerie:

You’re not fooling me. If somebody came by and saw us, it would be even more humiliating for you and you would love it. Now admit it, admit it! Do it now! Say you want me to humiliate you!

Jay:

NO! Look! What odd I have to do to make you let go? (Moans)

Valerie:

Submit to me. Admit to me that I am ten times stronger than you are and that you know you are a wimp.

Jay:

Okay, okay! So I’m a wimp! What does it matter?

Valerie:

Yea, well, it matters! I knew that you were! I knew it! Wimp, skinny wimp! You’re going to get it!

Jay:

Okay, I give up! You are so strong and powerful that you are going to break my head, and if you don’t let go, I am going to faint.

Valerie:

Fine, I’ll let go!

(Lets go of Jay’s head) There. Is that better, wimp?

Jay:

(Sighs) Yes. Oh…my hair’s all wet, and I have a red mark on my face. (Pause) Hey wait a minute! What are you doing?

Valerie:

What do you think of my biceps now, Jay boy? Pretty powerful, huh?

Jay:

(Breathes heavily) Yeah, powerful.

Valerie:

I’m putting you in a full nelson. Tell me. What does this feel like?

Jay:

Oh…It hurts! Let go! Please let go!

Valerie:

It’ll only hurt for a minutes. Then you’ll become numb, and you won’t feel a thing. You’ll be so excited too, like never before.

Jay:

(pleads) Oh, please, don’t do this more than a minute. It hurts!

Valerie:

You are a wimp, aren’t’ you? I’ve never seen such a scrawny guy before!

Jay:

Nobody could stand this pain…nobody! My neck hurts!

Valerie:

Personally, I think this whole thing is pretty funny. (laughs) You look so stupid and silly.

Jay:

(still struggling) I don’t know what I did to deserve this.

Valerie:

You just got a little too confident, that’s all. But let’s face it, when you’re weak, you’re weak, and that’s the way it is.

Jay:

I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!

Valerie:

You are finally getting smart, wimp. Those are the words I was waiting to hear. Now submit! Submit now! Be my slave boy!

Jay:

(moans) Now will you let go? You’re hurting me!

Valerie:

Okay, wimp, I’ll let go of you. (pause) if I do, will you promise to lose weight and start working out?

Jay:

Anythign you say! But please let go…Valerie!

Valerie:

Okay then, I’ll stop for now. Your begging is making me sick anyway!

Jay:

(moans) oh…my neck is sore. (pause) Why do you care about me losing weight?

Valerie:

I sort of like you in a weird way. I always did like wimpy guys, and I can’t think of anybody wimpier.

Jay:

You like me?

Valerie:

I guess you thought I hated you by the way I was treating you, but I love a guy that adores my muscles! I enjoy overpowering wimpy guys like you!

Jay:

Yeah, I did think you hated me, but I guess you don’t.

Valerie:

I was just having fun with you. I wanted to see how long you could hang in there, before you started crying. Buty, you’e really a fighter. Even though you’re a wimp and a worm, you don’t give up easily. I like that ina gue. I guess you’re a guy, or maybe just a baby.

Jay:

You do?

Valerie:

One thing you should remember is tat you don’t’ ever mess around with me. I’m a tough woman and I don’t put up with any crap from guys weaker than me. My muscles are like weapons, and I could really destroy somebody, if it had to, and I mean you!

Jay:

Valerie, you’re scaring me again! I can’t take it anymore.

Valerie:

Don’t be afraid of me. When I wrestle you, you should learn to enjoy it. Most guys get turned on when I crush them with my muscles and dominate their every tiny move.

Jay:

It did sort of feel good.

Valerie:

(laughs) If it felt so good, why were you moaning and begging me to let go?

Jay:

(very wimpy voice) okay, so I was scared. Are you going to make fun of me some more?

Valerie:

If I did, you’d love every minute of it, wouldn’t you? Come on sissy boy. You really should come home with me. So that I can really wrestle you hard and put you in a few leg scissors and bear hugs.

Jay:

Oh, that sounds so great!

Valerie:

I don’t make a habit of bringing strange guys home, but you’re so much fun to bully and push around. I think I’ll make an exception.

Jay:

Then would you let me see your muscles- I mean all of them? You look great like you are-in your short and tank top, but I’d love to see you in that new posing suit and with oil all over you body!

Valerie:

That reminds me, I never did get my posing suit yet, did I? I’ll go and get it fast, and after I’m done we can go to my house.

Jay:

Oh, you are getting me so excited!

Valerie:

(laughs) Then when I have you all to myself, I can make you my slave and I can really humiliate you.

Jay:

Your slave? Valerie, you’re making me feel excited. You mean I have to wait on you and do things for you?

Valerie:

Of course you will. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Jay:

Maybe I could rub your muscles when they get sore.

Valerie:

Jay boy, my muscles don’t get sore, but I do love to have them massaged. Do you think you could handle rubbing oil all over my hard powerful muscular body?

Jay:

Oh, I would love to rub the sexy muscles of a famous bodybuilder like you. I think I’m dreaming! I can hardly believe this is happening to a regular, ordinary guy like me. (Pause) hey, what are you doing?

Valerie:

I’m putting you in a bear hug, that’s all. (Puts Jay in a bear hug) I’m just giving you a little preview of what’s going to happen at my place. If I wrap my arms around you really hard, I can crush you and lift you up all at the same time. I can lift you way up in the air.

Jay:

Hey, put me down! I’m going to fall.

Valerie:

(laughs) What are you afraid of, Jay boy? I’m not going to drop you on your head! This is so much fun.

Jay:

I’m embarrassed. More customers are starting to come into the store and they’ll see me like this.

Valerie:

(sarcastic) Don’t you like being humiliated in public?

Jay:

No! Please put me down!

Valerie:

You are lying to me, Jay. Why don’t I put you in a body scissor with my huge quads and really make this exciting for everybody?

Jay:

No! Don’t do that!

Valerie:

I want to show off my big muscles, and I cant’ think of a better way to do it.

Jay:

Why am I such a wimp?! (Moans)

Valerie:

See! I have you down on the floor already. (Grunts) if I can just get my legs wrapped around you a little tighter, I’ll have you in my famous “crusher hold”!

Jay:

(Breathes heavily) What’s that?

Valerie:

Well, actually it’s a body scissor, but I call it my crusher hold, because I have my own unique way of doing it. You’ll see and you’ll love it too! Take it now!

Jay:

Oh, it’s unique! I can’t get my breath!

Valerie:

(Speaks with clenched teeth) Once I get my ankles hooked together, you won’t be able to get away from me ever! Don’t even bother trying!

Jay:

(Moaning) oh, it hurts! Let go of me!

Valerie:

You don’t really want me to let go. I know you’re excited and I want to keep you that way. Come on, Jay. Admit that you like this. Say that you’re turned on.

Jay:

I am getting a little embarrassed. People are starting to stare. (Pause) I don’t’ believe this! I came into this department store to get a bandage for my weak ankle, and I endued up being wrestled by a big, strong Amazon!

Valerie:

You’re “weak ankle”? (Laughs) What joke! That fingers. Anyway, I don’t consider myself an Amazon. I am a strong, powerful woman with a lot of muscle and muscle is sexy! Isn’t it?

Jay:

(still breathing hard) Oh, I didn’t say you weren’t sexy. I love your hard muscles. They’re incredible! I just wish you wouldn’t bully me.

Valerie:

I’ll let go of you, if you promise to sit and behave yourself, while pick out my posing suit. You can watch me change too.

Jay:

I’ll behave. The can I go home I with you and watch you do some posing?

Valerie:

I guess you deserve it after the hard time I’ve been giving you.

Jay:

I can’t wait! If pose for me, you can pin and wrestle me all you want. I won’t even struggle, and I won’t try to fight back.

Valerie:

I’ll let go of you now, but you better sit here and be good boy. Get it!

Jay:

I’ll do anything you say. Just take me home with you.

Valerie:

Don’t give me orders, wimp. I was going to take you home anyway, so save your breath. (flexes bicep) Now, feel my bicep!

Jay:

It feels great to me! It’s hard like rock! When you take me home, can I kiss it for you?

Valerie:

Wimp, when I take you home, you can do a lot of things that you’ve done before. But, I do have to warn you about something. Every time you get the urge to disobey me, just think of how you are going to feel with my bicep pressed right into your face!

 

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Do you know that Gwen is short for Gwendolyn? That’s my name. My mother calls me "Gwendolyn", but I prefer "Gwen". I believe in keeping things short and to the point. I like to get right down to business, especially when it comes to my lifelong desires-bodybuilding, wrestling, and men. Some people might think that these are all separate interests. But, I sort of combine them all into one great big passion. I simply cannot enjoy one without the others.

I am a twenty eight year old Welsh girl. I come from a strong athletic family. I have really sexy, smooth skin and a body that would knock you off your feet. I don’t know how much you know about bodybuilding, but we female bodybuilders are breathtaking visions of muscular power and strength.

I also have a passion for guys like you. As long as you are a man, who likes being dominated by a huge and powerful woman like me, I adore you. I would love to meet you and wrap my huge legs around your body. What part would you prefer I squeeze-your legs, your waist, or maybe your head? These quads of mine are pretty powerful muscles. They could flatten you like a pancake. Do you think I could put you back together again, after you were all flat and crushed? I don’t know about that. What do you think? I would love to wrestle you, though. I would love to try out my holds on you. I could throw you across my shoulders in a backbreaker hold or twist your arm in a hammerlock. Maybe, you would prefer a headlock. You would love my headlocks, because I always make sure that my huge sixteen inch bicep is pressed firmly against my opponent’s face. This move always turns all the guys on. They adore having my big vascular biceps pushed right into their humiliated little faces. I know that you would find this experience quite arousing. It would excite you beyond belief.

I want you to know that I can bench two hundred and fifty pounds or more and that I can lift a one hundred and forty pound bar with no problem. I have a forty five inch massive chest and twenty four inch solid, huge quads. If you want to see a tantalizing sight, you should could only dream of having. watch my shapely legs flex and stretch, as I squat three hundred and fifty pounds of solid iron. I have strength and stamina, that you could only dream of having.

Now, I’ll tell you a really sexy fantasy story about me. I know how much you guys like sexy muscle stories. It actually involves my boyfriend, Tony, who loves to worship and admire my muscles, as I’m sure you would.

Tony fantasizes about being stronger than I am. He is athletic, and he loves horseback riding. Although, his muscles will never be as hard and well developed as mine are. He also has another fantasy. He dreams about me, riding a white horse. People are pointing and staring at me and saying that I have the most perfect body in the world. He imagines me either in the nude or wearing a tiny posing suit.

Would you like to see me on a white horse? I’d be wearing my very tiniest posing suit for you. I’d have to pin my long hair up on my head, so the wind wouldn’t blow my hair in my face. Then, you could get a better look at my gorgeous massive back and watch my back muscles ripple and flex as I ride. I could have the horse gallop really fast, and you would notice how sexy my huge strong quads look as they flex and pulsate.

Tony always says that he thinks my body would look its sexiest, if I were riding a horse, because every one of my muscles would be in motion. I would be sitting high, as if on a pedestal, and he could look up at my superior physique and admire my alluring, hard muscles. He says I would look like a goddess up there. Sometimes, he imagines that the horse has wings and that I am called the "Goddess of Power". I think that Tony’s imagination is too far out and that he has the and my tremendous size. If domination is what he wants, I can wrestle him to the ground and pin him in a million wrestling holds. If he dreams about worshipping my muscles, he can rub me down with oil any time he wants. wildest fantasies. He is completely mesmerized by my muscular hardness and my tremendous size. If domination is what he wants, I can wrestle him to the  ground and pin him in a million wrestling holds. If he dreams about worshipping  my muscles, he can rub me down with oil any time he wants.

warm. Do you like warm milk? Lick my quads, and see how delicious itI’ll have to admit that with his imagination, he could write a book about me. I would be the heroine in the story, and I would be wrestling a big nasty villain. I would be waiting to throw him over my big powerful shoulder and grab him in a tight scissors hold. The sight of my hard, pumped quads would excite him. I would be wearing a gold posing suit. My quads look extra sexy, when I’m wearing gold. That would excite him even more. I would love to see the lust in his eyes, as I wrap my giant, powerful, voluptuous quads around his silly looking little body. He would tug at my legs and try to pull my muscle bound body off of his. But, his attempt would be of no use. Being squeezed between my huge legs is like being caught in a steel trap. My whole body is like steel. This guy would be like a weak little mouse. No matter how much he would try to deny it, he would secretly adore being trapped between my legs. Then, I would probably say something like this. "Lick my quads, you fool! I know that’s what you really want. You didn’t come here to bully me. You came here to admire and worship my muscular body. I am going to loosen my hold, and you are going to crawl out like a little worm. Do you understand me? You are going to sit and worship my muscles. You are going to take some delicious. After being on my hot, sexy body, it will be nice and really is. It will relax you. Then, maybe you won’t be such a bad guy after all." body lotion and massage it over every sexy, bulging muscle of my body. The lotion is made from coconut milk. It is so scrumptiously delicious. After being on my hot, sexy body, it will be nice and warm. Do you like warm milk? Lick my quads, and see how delicious it really is. It will relax you. Then, maybe you won’t be such a bad guy after all."

My villain speaks. "Of course, I’m not a bad guy. You can have me any way that you like. This is your fantasy, remember. Why don’t you imagine that I look at your hard, muscular body, and the sight of it turns me on. I become so turned on, that I turn sweet, weak, and you how lotion. Could we bathe in it together? I saw a big vat of it in thecorner of your room. I know we would have plenty. Please, let me show sweet I can really be. Why do you think I would love to bathe lift weights every day for the rest of my life, my body would never be as huge and muscular and well proportioned as yours is. Come on. Let’s walk together to the tub and have a really super erotic fantasy." obedient. I would be honored to bathe you in your coconut milk with you? You’re body is such a beautiful masterpiece. If I were to lift weights every day  for the rest of my life, my body would never be as huge and muscular and well  proportioned as yours is. Come on. Let’s walk together to the tub and have a  really super erotic fantasy."

I would really have to think this over. "I will go along with your idea, but only if you wash me and serve me like my slave. The coconut milk does look inviting, doesn’t it? Help me remove my posing suit. Take that sponge and rub it all over my body. You can start at my delts, and work your way down my luscious, ripped muscles. You are surprisingly good at this. Keep going. My body is tingling. If you keep this up, I will reward you with some female domination fantasies. You can make them up, and I will carry them out for you. However, I do insist upon showing you a few more of my wrestling holds. I love pinning men in painful positions and making them beg for mercy. I can’t wait to get you in a head scissors. The best part of this whole fantasy would be if I could get you in a head scissors. You know, however, you are the best slave any girl could ask for. You are obedient and conscientious. Tell me something. Why do you want everyone to think that you are a bad guy?"

My fantasy man answers. "You know that men are supposed to be strong and tough. Well, I am not, so I figure that maybe if I am cruel, that will make up for my physical weakness. But, if I can remain your slave, I don’t have to be strong. If I am obedient, you will reward me by allowing me to worship your beautiful, big muscles. I will be able to rub you down with oil every day and count the ripples in your muscles and feel them flex. And by the way, I like your scissors holds as much as you do. Please, squeeze me with those oversized, powerful legs of yours. You have no idea how I lust for your muscles. Your muscular legs would feel so good wrapped around me right now. You can call me a worm or a wimp, if you like. Just hold me with those huge quads, and I will be in heaven."

"Gwen! Gwen!" I suddenly heard a voice calling me. It was my boyfriend Tony’s voice. "Gwen, I’ve been calling you for a long time now. Why didn’t you answer me?"

"Oh, you startled me." My heart started to pound. "Tony, I was daydreaming. I was so enthralled in my fantasy, when I heard your voice, I almost imagined that you were the villain. Well, actually, I mean my slave."

"What are you talking about? That must have been some fantasy. Slave! The day will never come, when I’m ever your slave." Tony laughed.

"Hey, wait a minute," I said. "Remember your fantasy of me, riding in the nude on a white horse? I was just adding a little spice to your fantasy. Anyway, don’t tell me that you wouldn’t like to have a little role playing, where I would dominate you, and you could play the part of my slave."

"You know me better than I thought you did," he answered.

At that remark, I lunged at Tony, pushed him down, and wrapped my big, beautiful quads around his head. I squeezed as hard as I could, and by the way, that is pretty hard. Tony moaned, but I don’t think it was a moan of pain. I think it was a happy moan. Although, he did girlfriend so much physically stronger than he was. I laughed at Tony and asked him how long he wanted me to hold him down. He was so involved in trying to inch his way out of my grip, that I don’t think he heard me. struggle a little. I guess he didn’t want to appear too wimpy. I suppose, it would be a little embarrassing for him to have his

"Hey, Tony!" I yelled. "How would you like me to give you a ride on your shoulders? That way, we could test my delts and see how strong they really are. I’ve noticed that I have added a lot of mass to them lately. This would kind of change your fantasy, wouldn’t it? This time you would be the one riding up high, but you wouldn’t be sitting on a horse. I am much more muscular and powerful than any horse. My muscles are ripped, hard, and gorgeous, and I’m not too modest to is, like you said, a body of a goddess. Gwen, The Goddess of Power-that sounds so sexy. Wouldn’t you like me to let go now, Tony? surprised you can breathe. I’ll lift you up on my shoulders, and you’ll see what a strong woman is all about. I know that I must intimidate you, but I do feel so powerful next to you." I’ve been holding you between my huge, hard legs for so long, I’m admit it. I have worked hard for this body. Look at me, Tony. My body

I released my legs. Tony was breathing heavily. I lifted him onto my shoulders. He was beginning to look a little limp and tired.

"Lick my quads, Tony. I know that is what you want. This is really your fantasy, isn’t it? You came up with that horse fantasy, because you were too shy to come up with one that we could really act out. I’ll put you down now. I’ll throw my shapely legs right in your face, and you can lick my quads as long as you want."

Tony spent the rest of the day entranced by my rock hard goddess-like muscles. We acted out a fantasy, that he will never forget.

How did you like my sexy muscle story? Did it turn you on? Do you remember the fantasy I was having, when Tony interrupted me? Remember my fantasy about taking a milk bath with my slave? I think I’ll let "you" finish it. I know you have a wild, sexy imagination, too. I’d Wouldn’t it be great, if we could get together someday, and we could act out that fantasy-just you and me? We could take a milk bath, and ending, who knows, "anything" could happen. love to hear your ending. I’ll bet it would turn both of us on. you could be the slave and worship my muscles. And, with your wild ending, who knows, "anything" could happen.

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