Have Ass, Will Kick & Lick By Klunker100(@yahoo.com) The owner of a health club has a bunch of dirty little secrets, which one of her patrons finds out – the hard way. Contains violence, lesbianism, graphic sex, and coarse language. Francine sat on the edge of the bed in the darkened room, mesmerized by what was playing on the VCR. She reached for the remote to turn up the sound. As the owner of a health club, she was in great shape for a woman of 45 years. Her short, blonde hair didn't cover an inch of her large, muscular shoulders. The rest of her tall body was equally well-developed to her satisfaction, but she wished she had larger breasts...they looked smaller than they actually were, due to her thick, underlying upper- chest muscle mass. Cassandra didn't seem to mind, though...she glanced at them as she entered the room. Shorter and younger, Cassandra had the large breasts the older woman longed for. She sauntered onto the bed and walked across the mattress on her knees, wearing only a pair of panties and a blouse. She moved into position at Francine's back, wrapping her arms around her stomach and chest. How she loved to feel those washboard abs. She kissed Francine's shoulders as her hands explored the older woman's athletic real estate, glancing at the TV screen as she did. Francine reached her hands back to Cassandra's long, black hair, stretching out her torso and exposing more muscles. Cassandra was even more turned on...she clung tighter. She loved to rub her breasts against Francine's back as she caressed her friend's body...it was so large, strong, yet feminine to the appearance and touch. She was grateful to what her teacher's weight program had done to her own body and wanted to prove it. One of her hands slid down to Francine's crotch. Francine spread her legs where she sat, equally eager to please. Still on her knees, Cassandra slid around to the front, wrapping her arms and legs around the larger woman. Francine unbuttoned her consort's blouse...she wasn't wearing a bra and she didn't need one. The younger woman's breasts were large, firm, and inviting. Francine embraced her and began to lick her nipples, jockeying for position to watch the TV over Cassandra's shoulder. Both women slowly reclined towards the middle of the bed, kissing passionately on the way down. Cassandra slid her body down on Francine, not missing an inch along the way with her tongue, which soon ended up between her legs. She spun her body around to give Francine an equal opportunity. Francine quickly tore off Cassandra's panties; 'Damn', she thought...'another pair shot to hell'...but she didn't mind. Both tongues were lickety-split on target and in motion, bringing ecstasy all the way around -- while both strained to watch the TV. Across town, Lana was in her bed watching her own TV...a fitting end to another boring day. She was a woman who liked the unconventional, willing to take on any challenge life had to offer. But because her unconventional attitudes left the attractive young woman dateless all through school, she followed her heart and married Chad, an ex-Army officer through whom she could live vicariously. After concluding that a decade of suburban living had left them both a little soft, they joined a nearby health club, the one that just happened to be owned by Francine. Neither knew the other existed -- yet. One day, while taking a break from her aerobics class, Lana peeked into the ring room to see two women sparring. It looked enticing. She mentioned it to Chad, who was fighting a losing battle against a treadmill. "You want me to teach you a few things?" he asked, half- mockingly. "Sure. I think it would be fun!" she replied. "OK. First thing is, ya gotta be is tough." He looked around to find some light dumbbells. "Here. Grab these and stretch your arms all the way out to your sides, then slowly bring them forward and back." As Lana extended her arms out to her side, Chad suddenly made a fist and gave her a love tap in the bread basket. "Ouch! What the fuck did you do that for?!?" Lana protested. "Gotta toughen you up," Chad snickered. "Can't get into the ring if you can't take it, can you, now?" That was all the goading she needed to make him eat those words. Week by week, month by month, the long hours Lana spent in the gym began to show...everything that sagged moved back into place, better than ever. Her once-round shoulders were now broadened and squared off, showing considerable definition. Her back rippled with muscles long dormant. She stopped wearing a bra while she worked out; her nipples rubbed against her halter top as she lifted her weights, bringing her as many orgasms each session as she cared to bring on. She was proud of her newfound body and wasn't afraid to show it off. (This wasn't lost on Chad, either.) And, the light punches her husband delivered to her stomach had now progressed to full-force blows. They didn't hurt anymore. Lana quickly became one of the gym's standouts. She was a babe to start with, and her toned, rippled body made her the talk of the club. Her good looks and great body didn't escape the men -- and the women hated her. Francine noticed her, too. One wintry night, as she was closing the club, she walked over to Lana and said, "Looks like you've been making quite a bit of progress." "Yeah, I guess I have." "And I see your husband's been working with you on some moves in the ring room." "Oh...I didn't think anybody was watching..." "Not too much gets by me around here, honey. You any good?" "I don't know...average, I guess..." "Tell you what. It's pretty quiet around here right now, nobody but us chickens. What do you say you and I step in there and go a few rounds?" Lana couldn't believe she was being challenged to a fight! What was this...a health club or a high-school locker room? She turned to Chad, who gave an approving nod. They walked into the ring room. Lana removed her tight, confining, leotard top. She was wearing a skimpy sports bra; she wouldn't have revealed herself like this to a full club, but this was a private affair and husband Chad was the only man in the building. She chose to keep her bottoms on, since they didn't interfere with her movement. As she stretched her arms, her shoulders bulged. Her arms and back were still pumped from her workout, rippling and quivering from the adrenaline rush. She was a changed woman...from dowdy housewife to daring hardbody, and now it was showtime. Francine turned the lights off in the rest of the club as she called out to Cassandra, who had just finished locking all the doors. Lana had never seen Cassandra anywhere other than behind her big desk; she found herself gawking at her as she entered the room and handed her a pair of boxing gloves. She didn't realize just how well-built Francine's assistant was...nor did she have a clue about how close they were when all the lights went out. "You ready, honey?" asked Francine, startling Lana out of her fixation. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. But," as Lana tried to force a little laugh, "what does the winner get?" Francine chuckled as she walked over to Chad. "I dunno. I think he's kind of cute, and Cassy there is one hot little bitch," said Francine, as Cassandra unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "I think we can work something out." Lana began to wonder what in the hell she had gotten herself into. Suddenly, as she spoke her last word, Francine kicked Chad in the shin. As he reached down to grab his leg, Francine let loose with a haymaker left hook to his jaw. He reeled back towards the wall. She then landed two quick blows to his stomach. Next came an uppercut. Francine knew her craft well. "Chad!" Lana screamed. She started to run towards him, but Cassandra ran behind her and grabbed both of her arms. Lana was immobilized by Cassandra's tremendous grip. All she could do was watch in horror as her husband rolled back his eyes and finally collapsed under Francine's punishing blows. If she could do this to my husband, the ex-Army paratrooper, what could she do to me, Lana wondered. As she walked back to the ring, Francine flashed an evil grin at her opponent, who was now terrified. Her eyes had a fire Lana had never seen. Francine began to unzip her sweatshirt and said, "Now it's just us girls, honey." Lana could see why her husband was beaten so quickly. Francine's forearms were rock-hard, and her biceps bulged and flexed as she removed her top and placed it on the turnbuckle. Her shoulders were massive and her back muscles deep, as were her pecs. Next, she lowered the shoulder straps of her bra and let it fall onto her stomach. Lana couldn't tell where her muscles ended and her breasts began. "Pretty impressive, huh?" Francine taunted. Lana began to sweat. Was she really up for this? Would her husband be all right? What kind of psychos were these people? As Francine reached around back to unsnap her bra, her stomach and chest muscles heaved what had to be six inches. Lana knew she was no match for this Amazon; she was starting to turn to jello on the inside but it was too late. "It's time, sweetie," Francine sneered, as she put on her gloves. Cassandra pushed her towards the ring. Lana wanted to run away, but she knew she had to be brave...besides, she couldn't escape the assistant's iron grip. The instant she pushed Lana in the ring, Cassandra quickly unhooked the frightened woman's bra and yanked it clean off her chest. She momentarily froze, startled. Francine took advantage of the distraction. She lunged and took a wide swing with her right hand. Lana saw it coming, stepped out of the way, and the inertia sent Francine crashing into the ropes. Lana caught Cassandra out of the corner of her eye walking around to the other corner and noticed that she had picked up a video camera from the cubby underneath the mat and was taping the event. She didn't like being photographed topless, but she had something a little more important to deal with at the moment. "Pretty good move, bitch. Let me see what else you've got." Francine socked Lana in the cheek with a hard right, then followed up with a left to the stomach. The first punch had her seeing stars, but thanks to her husband's tough training, the second punch had no effect. Lana quickly returned the favor with a direct hit on Francine's eye. Didn't faze her a bit. Francine's next blow was to Lana's left breast, but it didn't hurt -- yet. Taunting her, Francine said, "Go on, honey; you can't miss targets like these," looking down at her own breasts. Lana took her up and sent a flurry of punches all over Francine's breasts, which only seemed to amuse her. They were firm and had almost no give. If there was only one advantage to small breasts, Lana thought, this was it. Francine retaliated in the same way -- but harder. Lana had never felt such pain but kept it inside...she already gave away about five inches and thirty pounds of muscle to her nemesis and didn't want to hand over an extra inch to her psychologically, too. More punches flew. Lana's strength and stamina came as an unpleasant surprise to Francine. Fatigue started to set in. Each woman staggered several times, ending up in a clutch on the shoulders of the other. Francine's bare breasts met Lana's own. So this is what it feels like, Lana thought. Beads of sweat glistened off of Francine's chest, picking up the reflections of the lights above the ring. Lana thought how beautiful they were, especially for a woman her age and despite their size. She tried to contain her thoughts once again as she glanced over at Chad, who still hadn't regained consciousness. What seemed like an eternity was, in reality, only about 10 or 15 minutes. Lana, however, despite her nouveau strength, couldn't hack it for the long haul. She fought hard and well, but Francine's years of working out prevailed. Bloodied, bruised, and spent, Lana's knees wobbled for the last time and she passed out. Francine removed her gloves as she gloated over her beaten opponent. She said, "Looks like I get to put another notch in my belt, eh, Cassie?" Cassandra pulled a tripod out from underneath the mat and mounted her camera on it. She climbed the steps into the ring and said, with a soft, sweet voice, "My turn." She walked towards Lana, removing her blouse along the way. All she had left were her bra and panties. Lana saw what was happening and trembled at what was coming next, as Cassandra got on her knees and checked out her tits as she had done to Cassandra's just a few minutes earlier. As she bent over closer to her, Lana became riveted on Cassandra's cleavage...she had the same womanly charms as the dark- haired girl, but somehow found them sexier than her own. Cassandra removed he bra, revealing the largest, most erect, erotic nipples Lana had ever seen...it just occurred to her that the violence was what turned her on. Lana suddenly snapped back to reality. She sat up and started to scream. Francine quickly grabbed her arms. Cassandra jumped between Lana's legs, grabbed her ankles, spread them apart, and kneed her in the groin. The soft-spoken Cassandra suddenly changed her demeanor and started yelling, "Shut your fucking mouth, slut!" and kneed her again. The pain was too much to bear and Lana started to cry. "Aw, what's the matter, sweetheart? Am I too mean to you? Here...I'll be nice to you now." Cassandra put her hands behind Lana's head and pulled it between her firm, fleshy breasts. Lana reveled in them, despite her revulsion, fear, and pain. Francine kept her arms locked up tight and began to laugh. Lana continued to sob and whimper. This made Cassandra madder. She began slapping Lana, whose head flailed under the blows. The gleam in Francine's eyes grew hotter, as the two women's muscular bodies stayed wrapped up. Cassandra straddled Lana, gently wrapped her arms around her and began rubbing their breasts together. Lana began to quake, both from the pleasures she was denying herself and from the pain of the beating she had just received. She began to cry out, "No, no, no!" Angry at this further rejection, Cassandra jumped back and started punching her in the stomach, which could no longer contain the hurt. Three or four punches was all it took. "Okay, okay! You win! I give up!" Lana was sobbing uncontrollably. Her agony from the thrashing was greater than her repulsion at the sexual advances. Cassandra sweetly said, "Now, that's better, love." She punched Lana's stomach one more time, as if in victory over the vanquished. Cassandra gently pushed Lana's thighs apart. She made a deliberate gesture of making a fist and extending her middle finger, then slowly stuck it in Lana's vagina, still sore from the kneeing. Cassandra grabbed Lana's hair, tilted her head back, and stuck her tongue into the beaten woman's mouth. Lana's lips were sore and bleeding from the fight and the other woman's lips only increased the pain, but she didn't fight it anymore. Cassandra's fingering didn't bring her to orgasm, it only left her flush. When Cassandra felt she was finished with that, she let go of Lana and stepped back once again. She removed her panties and Lana froze in fear and apprehension. Cassandra sat down on the mat, leaned backwards, spread her legs, and grabbed the ropes behind her. Even after what had just happened, Lana was enthralled with the young woman's flawless body. The mighty Francine then manhandled Lana towards the anticipating Cassandra, maneuvering her head into the waiting crotch as she said, "Go to it, honey." Lana balked. Francine tightened her grip, putting Lana's arms into excruciating pain. "Just kiss it. The rest will come natural." Lana complied. She enjoyed having her husband do this to her, but she could never picture herself doing it to another woman; however, her life was on the line and she had no choice. She started to kiss Cassandra's bush, just as Francine had ordered, then felt Francine force her face deeper into it. She finally gave in and shot out her tongue. Cassandra started to moan...Lana got into the spirit of it and began to work her tongue. Cassandra came, her squeals reverberating around the empty gym. When it was over, Francine released her arms and pushed her away, allowing her exhausted body to fall forward, landing on Cassandra's stomach. Cassandra wrapped her arms and legs around her lightly; she was too tired to move and her heart was pounding from the physical and mental anguish. Without saying a word, Francine left the ring and walked over to the camera. She changed the camera's position, then strolled over to Chad. He was only now starting to stir. Francine picked him up by the arm and helped him stumble over to a mat next to the ring, then let him fall. She removed her sweatpants and panties. Lana broke into a cold sweat...what was this horrible woman going to do next? The fully-nude Francine unbuckled Chad's belt and said, "I won, sweetie. You're my queen for a day." She yanked his trousers off and tossed them aside, quickly coming back for his shorts. Lana tried to get up, but Cassandra's light grip immediately tightened up; Lana was wrapped up like a mummy in this woman's strong arms and legs but was too spent to overpower her. Francine laid down on her back, next to Chad. She reached around his shoulders with one hand and grabbed his leg with another, easily flipping him on top of her. He started to climb off but Francine encircled him with her muscular arms. She whispered something in his ear; Lana thought it sounded like, "Fuck me like you mean it, sailor, or my bitch kills your wife." Lana suffered enough humiliated at being beaten and raped by another woman, but was even more horrified to watch her husband forced to perform sex on her attacker. Francine planted a long, hard kiss on Chad's lips, spread her legs and wrapped them around the back of his, and began to thrust her hips. Chad wasn't able to deny himself an erection. And Lana was further shamed that a woman more than 20 years her senior was able to make love to her husband more passionately than she could. After her orgasm, Francine kept up the pressure on Chad for a few more minutes, kissing and thrusting him. The worst day of her life just kept going downhill. Francine finally let him go and he jumped up. Sporting an evil grin, Francine also immediately leaped to her feet. She tackled him around the neck, knocked him down, and started hitting him in the stomach with her free hand. As he doubled over, she once again got up, then kicked him in the face. The violent blow turned him over and knocked him unconscious - - again. Cassandra -- who still had Lana in a death grip with her arms and legs -- rolled over and reversed position. She placed her lips against Lana's, rubbed breasts with her one last time, then whispered, "There's a first-aid kit in the locker room. You breathe a word of this to anybody and those cute tits of yours end up all over the Internet, like a rash. And remember, sweetheart -- you suck a mean cunt. You dig...?" Lana got the message loud and clear -- even in her near- catatonic state of shock. Cassandra abruptly let her go and cut loose with another knee to the groin. Lana collapsed, now feeling pain shooting all through her body. Francine and Cassandra got up, gathered up their clothes, put their arms around each other's waist and walked out of the room. Francine asked, "Got the tape?" "Yes," Cassandra answered, "and we'll get some popcorn on the way home."