Struggle
By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com
Another attempt at a fictional story

She new he was looking at her, but she really didn't know if it was out of disgust or admiration. Most 
of the boys in her class were either intimidated by her, stayed clear, or simply didn't like her. She 
hadn't done anything to deserve this type of treatment except try to live life the way she saw fit. Being 
a high school senior she definitely felt insecure with herself, but she hid behind her appearance and was 
always able to act accordingly without revealing her insecurity to those who knew her and to people in 
general.
At times people's stares and comments did get to her and she has retaliated violently on more than one 
occasion. It's really out of confusion and nothing else. Her mind was always filled with questions. Why 
don't they give me a chance? Why do they judge me by my appearance? Why this superficiality? Are 
my muscles the only thing they notice? Why can't some of these boys accept that girls can be strong 
too? These were just a few questions that constantly troubled her. 
Here and there she did get looks of admiration, mostly from older men, but she considered them 
perverts, not because these men gawked at her, but she always analyzed these looks as looks of surprise 
and wishful thinking. All she wanted was to be treated like everyone else and nothing else.
Here she was beginning her senior without any real pleasure, but simply contradictory feelings. At this 
point, she was in American History class, sitting in the front row. To her surprise they had a new 
teacher. She really didn't like new teacher because it always took them awhile to accept her presence. It 
usually took some time before they started looking at her as they did other students. Sometimes it never 
happened.
Her fellow students definitely viewed her in a different light. They did not see the insecure little girl 
that simply wanted to be treated like everyone else, but a bully. To them she was a heartless bully. She 
had no way of expressing her frustration except through violent means. She had nowhere to hide so she 
attacked.
Now, this new teacher puzzled her a bit. He gazed at her a great deal, but did not seem to gawk. Maybe 
he didn't want to be noticed. After all, he was a teacher and really couldn't get caught checking out a 
student. What she didn't know was that he was a female muscle admirer, who accepted people for who 
they were. He obviously preferred women with muscles, the reason his previous marriage failed, but he 
was also a believer in people and tried not to make rash judgments. His previous wife felt his simplicity 
and humility to be idiotic and inambitious and used his honesty for their divorce. He had been quite 
honest with her in regards to his passion, not in a challenging way, but out of his love for her. She 
understood that, but used it against him and left him for a rich superficial man.
Davi really wanted to approach Mr. Tomler, but her confusion angered her and it turned to rage. She 
wanted to mess this guy up. She was not sure why, after all, she was simply unsure of herself and was 
unable to decipher her feelings. 
As the school year moved on Davi began to stress; school, sports, and college applications were really 
getting to her. After all, she was looking for a swimming scholarship and her competitive nature did not 
allow her to slack off on her studies either. 
Davi was not your average high school senior as many of us have gathered so far. She was a straight A 
student and a top athlete. In her earlier years she tried to play most sports, but by her senior year she 
knew she had to concentrate on one or two. She ended up choosing swimming, but her lifting and 
participation in various sports allowed her to look thicker than most high school athletes. She was 
5'9"and weighed around 155 pounds. She had shoulder length wavy brown hair and a nicely tanned 
body. Her facial features expressed hardness and plainness. Her neck was considerably thick and her 
shoulders well rounded. Shoulders, which were more defined than your average swimmer. Her chest 
showed obvious definition and was polished off by a nice pair of breasts. Her thighs and calves were 
breathtaking. Chiseled thighs tapered down into diamond like calves. Last but not least there were her 
arms, strong looking biceps, which were considerably defined and expressed hard work and 
determination.  
On this day she entered American history class in a really bad mood. She was pretty worn out. Today 
Mr. Tomler was to return their mid-term exams. She didn't have any apprehensions about her result 
since Mr. Tomler constantly gave her good grades, most probably because she deserved them, but she 
didn't really give this subject much thought. After Mr. Tomler handed back the papers he began going 
over the answers with the class, but when he looked towards Davi he saw an angry young woman that 
was staring right through him. 
It's safe to say that he felt a scared. He was a skinny young man, who would hardly stand a chance 
against this Amazon. He didn't think she was going to beat him, but her mere expression intimidated 
him and made him feel guilty. He w as used to her amiable yet aloof gaze, which comforted him, but 
this contrast was definitely a reason for fear. 
After the bell sounded Davi stayed behind to have a talk with her teacher. As she approached his desk 
he felt small and tried to sink into his seat as much as possible. He quickly changed his mind and tried 
to conceal his fear by standing up, but he realized this had failed since they were of the same height, 
but that's the only comparison that could be made.
"Mr. Tomler I really studied hard for this mid-term and I don't think I deserve a C-. My essay answers 
cover your main points clearly." She said sternly.
"Davi, to be honest with you, you really didn't perform as I expected this time. Your previous exams 
and papers are much more thorough." He bravely stated.
"Mr. Tomler I've been really stressed out these last few weeks. I've really got a lot on my mind, with 
school, swimming and…"
"I really can't help you there everyone is in the same boat and I can't give you special treatment young 
lady." He interrupted.
Davi felt like giving him a real hiding, but knew she could do nothing about this situation. So she 
abruptly stood up and left without saying a word. She had a big swim meet coming up and did not need 
to worry about something she could make up.
The next day Mr. Tomler announced that their following test would fall on a Friday. To Davi this was 
not an ordinary Friday, but the day her swim meet would be, the meet that was to have many scouts 
present. She approached Mr. Tomler and told him her situation, but to her surprise he told her that it 
was too bad. She told him she would take it earlier, but he wouldn't budge. This was the last straw; she 

really couldn't take it anymore, but instead of confronting him on the spot she thought she'd deal with 
him later. After all, he did pop up at the gym and swam from time to time. She also always passed him 
by on her way him. She in her car and he on his little bicycle, but the opportunity presented itself 
earlier than she thought.
During a break between periods one of the boys challenged Davi to an arm wrestling match. This was 
frequent in past years, but this year Davi really was to busy to break fragile male egos, but at this point 
she was frustrated and needed an outlet. As the two clasped hands Mr. Tomler walked down the hall 
and could not take his eyes off Davi's arm. She was flexing and unflexing to show the young boy that 
he should back out before he gets hurt. This was a new student who had come at mid year and did not 
know who he was messing with. Mr. Tomler, instead of stopping these two, simply gawked. He could 
not get enough of that thick forearm, with sexily visible veins, that strong looking wrist, solid bicep and 
big hand. 
"1,2,3 go!"  Said another student.
Within a few seconds the boy's hand was on the table, followed by a yelp. Davi got up and began 
walking towards her next class when she noticed Mr. Tomler standing in astonishment. She looked 
down and saw that he was hard, that pervert she thought. I'll show him.  
She walked up to him and said, "So I see you really enjoyed my little performance."
"Well…" he stammered.
"No need to talk I know you enjoyed it." She said, while flicking his member. Luckily everyone had 
gone to class at this point, so there was no witnesses, at least for Mr. Tomler, who just started running. 
"I know where to find you little man, we're not done yet." She bellowed.
That day Davi did not see Mr. Tomler hanging around the gym or at the pool.
So the next day between periods again, she sat down at the table where she had defeated the boy 
yesterday and began challenging students to arm-wrestle. To these calls Mr. Tomler walked out of his 
office, to watch again. Davi instantly spotted him and yelled, "Hey, Mr. Tomler why don't you give it a 
shot!" Mr. Tomler tried to ignore her, but everyone had heard it and before he knew it the students 
were pushing him towards Davi. He sat in front of Davi with a petrified expression. 
"This is going to be fun, isn't it Mr. Tomler? Let's go"
Davi put her hand up. She was wearing a sleeveless top, as usual, and began flexing. 
"Come on Mr. Tomler, take that jacket off and show us your guns."
"I don't think that's really necessary!"
"All right twig, let's get busy."
Their arms locked, but instead of pushing Mr. Tomler's arm down instantly Davi began to squeeze his 
hand.
Mr. Tomler began to shake and sweat, which was accompanied by laughter from all the spectators. 
Then bam! His hand hit the table. Davi let go of his arm and sat there staring at him. She knew he 
wanted to crawl into a little corner and cry, but not today. She grabbed him by the shoulder and said, 
"Why don't we go to the nurses office and get that hand checked out, shall we!"
After school that day, Davi went to Mr. Tomler's office and told him she would give him a ride home 
since his hand was wrapped up so he really couldn't ride his bike home.
Mr. Tomler bashfully agreed. During the car ride the two did not exchange any words. Mr. Tomler kept 
his head down, probably out of fear and embarrassment. When they got to his house Davi said, "Mr. 
Tomler there is something we need to talk about, do you mind if I come up?" 
"Suure.." Mr. Tomler timidly rejoined.
When they got up to his apartment Davi made her self-comfortable and told Mr.Tomler to take a seat.
"I've noticed you checking me out from the beginning of the year, but only understood why, yesterday. 
"You like my muscle don't you?" She sternly said.
"Yes.. look I'm really sorry…"
"You know I thought you were just a pervert checking out younger girls, but I didn't think it was 
because of these babies." She then proceeded to flex her right arm right in front of his face.
" I just didn't know what to do. I mean you are a student of mine so I couldn't do anything, but try to 
be subtle, which is kind of hard."
"What about hanging out at the gym and the pool?"
"Honestly, I've been trying to get into shape so one day maybe I'll be able to meet a strong woman like 
yourself."
"You know, you seem like an honest guy so I'm gonna believe you, but why didn't you give me 
permission to go to my swim meet?"
"I really thought you noticed my stares, which you did, so I tried to make up for it so I wouldn't get in 
trouble."
"Well, no one is gonna say anything, the boys enjoyed the show today and if you don't open your 
mouth no one will, is that  understood." She said while squeezing is feeble bicep. The she said, "How 
about now? Can I go?"
"Ofcourse you can and I'm sorry for being an asshole."
"That's more like it!"
Davi slowly stood up and started flexing her biceps in front of Mr. Tomler. First a double bicep pose 
followed by a side chest pose. Mr. Tomler's member was swelling. He was about to make himself a bit 
more comfortable when Davi said, "If you touch it I'll break your other hand." She then flexed her 
bicep right under his nose. He tried to touch, but she slapped his hand away. She kept pumping her arm 
and his groaning increased. Then she slowly stroked his member a few times and he forcefully 
ejaculated in his pants. 	
Davi looked at his pathetic limp body and smiled. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Tomler."
This experience may have brushed against some of her confusion. This little man appreciated her 
appearance and almost worshipped it, but a new question arose from this situation, a question that 
contradicted some of her previous thoughts, is he only aware of my appearance? Does he see anything 
beyond my muscles? 
At the beginning of the story we said Mr. Tomler looked beyond appearances, but he may have been 
taken aback by the situation. Maybe he'll get a chance to show her that he cares, highly unlikely really, 
but it is a thought.