Flat encounters
by heynow50000@yahoo.com
Rachel has fun with her landlord.



The tenant in number 9 was a strange fish, the landlord knew that. He'd
initially been very excited at the prospect. The girl, Rachel, was about 20
years old and absolutely gorgeous. She had been wearing a heavy coat and jeans
when she'd been to see the room, but he knew she'd have a really good body
underneath. She was tall, about 6', had long blonde hair which she normally
wore tied in two bunches, was tanned and looked toned. The landlord surmised
she must work out, but because of the clothes he couldn't really 'see the
goods'. Anyway, he gave her the room - the room with the peephole! He was
really excited at the prospect...Anyway, came the day when he felt he might
get lucky, and he waited in the little cubby hole. He didn't have long to
wait. She worked at the gym, but he'd never seen her in her workout kit. Now
he did, and he was scared. Her body was unlike any he'd ever seen. She was
tall and lean, extremely well proportioned - but it was the muscle that
shocked him. The girl was like one long, lithe, tanned piece of muscle. Her
workout outfit - tight, black, skimpy, was designed to show off her hot body.
Her tight sports bra held up perfect breasts - good size, very pert and firm.
She wore tiny, tight shorts. Her abs were astounding - the girl had a complete
six - in fact, an eight pack set of abs. Her legs were long, tanned and
muscular - all sinew. Ditto her arms, with pronounced biceps and triceps. What
was really amazing was that all this muscle, power and sinew were loaded onto
a body frame which wasn't butch or masculine looking, nor was she that 'big' -
in fact, she still looked slim and sexy. She just looked powerful and sleek,
like a panther. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. As he watched her, she
set up a heavy punching bag and began to 'work' on it. She was clearly some
sort of martial artist, as she punched, kicked and skilfully attacked the
heavy bag. She kept this up for some minutes. All the while she did this, she
didn't even break a sweat and her breathing remained slow and steady. She must
be incredibly fit, he thought, as he sweated and breathed heavily in the
stuffy cubby hole. Suddenly she stopped, turned and seemed to look straight at
him. She strode confidently to the bedroom door, opened it and stepped out of
the room. The door to his cubby was directly next to her, disguised by a
bookshelf on hinges. He held his breath. Suddenly she dragged the door open,
and stood looking at him. She laughed.

"Well, if you want to watch, come in here and get a proper look." The tone in
her voice was condescending, completely in control - she was used to being
obeyed. He huffed and puffed as he moved his corpulent body out of the cubby
hole and followed her into the bedroom. She closed the door behind him.

"So, you like the look of me, do you?" She looked him up and down.

"Listen, I'm the landlord here and this is my home, and I'll do what I like."
He went to leave, she leapt over and held his flabby arm. He couldn't move.

"If you want to see my body, I'll give you a real close look." She gave him a
backhand slap to the face, he flew across the room and into a table. She
strode over to him.

"You fat slug, I ought to kill you right now. And I could, you know, with my
bare hands."

She pulled him up onto his feet.

"Ups-a-daisy, sweetie." She smiled at him, then curled her right bicep.

"Not bad, huh? I'm a personal trainer and I compete in fitness competitions. I
also specialise in three forms of martial arts and boxing. Do you like women
like me?"

He nodded slightly. She laughed.

"Thought you did." She looked him up and down - and giggled.

"Not much muscle in there, big man. What would you like me to do to you?"

He didn't reply, looking at his feet.

"What about if I kick you around a bit? That would be fun."

She took up a martial arts pose, fists up.

"Come on then."

He didn't move. She laughed. "Ok - I'll start then." Before he could move, she
struck out quickly with her right hand, slapping him in the face.

"Come on, fat boy. Give me a fight."

She slapped him again - then powered her muscular leg into his fat torso. He
flew into the far wall. Just then, the door to the bedroom opened - in came
the landlord's son. His son was a security guard who worked at the local
supermarket. Like his dad, the 20 year old man was grossly overweight, rolls
of fat riding on his belt. In his cop-style uniform, he tried to look
intimidating - but looked lardy.

"What's going on here, dad?"

Rachel looked at him and grinned.

"What do you think, Randy? I'm just having a bit of fun with your dad. Do you
wanna join in?" She flexed her biceps in his face.

"Son, she attacked me from behind. Get her."

Randy moved towards her. She was about 6 inches taller than him - and of
course in much, much better physical condition. Looking at them both, you felt
that she could tear him apart. She laughed out loud.

"You've got to be kidding. You're paid to do security. Looks like you couldn't
fight your way out of a paper bag."

"Listen you bitch, no-one hits my daddy. I'm going to hurt you."

She squealed with delight.

"Oh, you're so butch."

She blew him a kiss - then did a double bicep curl. He swung at her - she
dodged around his slow, flabby arm, and dealt a devastating punch to his
kidneys. He doubled up. As he held his side, she pulled his head up and
slapped him repeatedly. She then stepped back and high kicked him in the chin.
Blood flew everywhere and he fell to the ground. She snorted derisively.

"Come on you fat slob, get up, give me a fight."

He looked up at her - he dreamt about such girls, of what their bodies could
do. And now he was seeing it.

"Look at you both - father and son - no match for a girl. What a sad, pathetic
sight."

The son pulled himself to his feet. She looked him up and down and gave a
slight smile.

"Hi Randy, you stud. Back for some more?"

He edged nervously to the door. What Rachel didn't know was that a relative of
the family - the local sheriff, in fact - was downstairs. He was corrupt and
incorrigible. If he could just get to the door and shout for help - he felt
sure that between the three of them, they could take this girl out. He jumped
towards the door - just as Rachel leapt at him. They both fell to the floor
with an almighty crash. She wrapped her muscular, tanned legs around his
corpulent form - and squeezed. He screamed out in pain. She giggled with
pleasure.

"Mmmm - that feels good. How does it feel to you, hon? I do a lot of ballet
and jazz dance training - gives you amazingly strong legs. Here we go again."
And she squeezed once again. At that moment the door opened - and in walked
Uncle 'Sheriff'. He looked like the rest of the family - a tub of lard, fat
pushing against his brown cop shirt, rolls of blubber riding on his gun belt.
He surveyed the room - his brother in the corner, cowering. His nephew on the
ground - enveloped by the most amazing looking girl - like a fitness model,
all sinew and curve. She smiled up at him.

"Hi Sheriff, I'll be with you in a mo." Randy screamed again in pain.

"What the hell is going on here - you lady, freeze." He pulled his revolver.

She quickly unwrapped her legs from Randy - and leapt to her feet. She was now
next to the sheriff - he was really short, only 5 foot. She had a good foot on
him.

"And what do you think is going on here then, gorgeous?" she asked him, with a
sweet smile.

"I don't know."

"I'll tell you - I've been having fun showing the men here just what a fit,
trained and aggressive girl can do to weak, fat men. And I'll show you real
soon - and that gun sure won't stop me."

Before he could react to this extraordinary statement, she grabbed his arm and
viciously bent it backwards - the gun fell from his hand.

"Told you didn't I?"

"What sort of a girl are you?" the gasping sheriff asked.

"Well," she smiled, "I'm a trained fighter. I teach martial arts, fitness and
gymnastics. I do ballet and jazz dance. And I LOVE beating guys up. Especially
guys like you three. Tell you what, tough guy. Take a swing at me."

The sheriff looked her up and down - he didn't even want a free shot. She
looked too tough. She sensed this and smiled.

"Very wise - here, put your hand here and cop a feel," she said, taking his
pudgy hand and placing it against her abs. They were rock hard.

"Pretty good, huh? Last time I fought a guy, he hit me I the stomach - but
with these babies, he broke three bones in his fist."

To be continued