Tina vs. Herbert
by Lomax
Tina humiliates the class thug in armwrestling


"It turns out there aren't many female geologists," Professor Roberts was
saying. Alan rarely paid close attention to the lectures in Geology class - he
was always much too focused on trying to stare, unobtrusively of course, at
Tina and her muscles. Ever since the incident at the gym, he had been able to
think of little else. Often, he would wake at night from a recurring dream in
which he was confronted by Tina's rock-hard stomach. She kept moving closer to
him, threatening to push into him, and he had to punch her stomach to try to
keep her away. But every time he did, his fists stung from the pain of hitting
her abdominal muscles. He would awaken suddenly, bathed in sweat. "Any ideas
why that is?" Roberts continued. Today, Tina was wearing a dark, tight-fitting
sweater that nicely outlined her shapely body. Alan caught her eye for a
second and immediately looked away. He was terrified lest Tina tell anyone
about how badly she had embarrassed him a the gym. "Yeah," offered Herbert, a
dumbass football jock that Alan couldn't stand. He and his friends always
walked in late, chuckled at idiotic innuendos, and fucked around in class.
However, he was also the size of a door, with huge arms and a barrel chest. He
continued: "It's because women are too weak for it. You got to lift heavy
tools and rocks, and..." "I disagree." The snickering of Herbert's friends
abruptly ceased, and Alan looked up sharply, realizing it was Tina who had
spoken. "Women aren't the weaker sex anymore - if we ever were," she told
Herbert. "The lack of female geologists must be for some other reason," she
added, looking at the Professor. "Oh yeah - right!" Herbert laughed
mirthfully. "Not the weaker sex..." He and his friends all laughed heartily.

The rest of the class sat uneasily, unsure how to respond, either to Tina's
statement, or Herbert's rude response. "So, Tina," Professor Roberts tried to
ignore the back-and-forth from Herbert, "Why aren't there female geologists,
in your opinion?" "I don't really care," Tina smiled. "Probably because it's
not interesting enough. But it isn't for lack of strength, idiot," she said,
directing the last with a look of contempt toward Herbert. "Yeah? Prove it,
bitch!" Herbert jumped up, advancing menacingly toward Tina. "Okay," she said,
standing up and peeling off her sweater. The class gasped. Tina was wearing a
cap-sleeve t-shirt that tightly clung to her body. The shirt ended about four
inches above the top of her low-cut jeans, revealing four inches worth of
corrugated stomach muscles: the same muscles that Alan often had nightmares
about, ever since he had nearly broken his arm from hitting them. But the
class's attention was more riveted by Tina's arms: they were taught and hard,
bulging, veined, ridged with muscle. Muscles that looked harder than the rocks
that Professor Roberts had been discussing. Tina's arms were ripped,
completely chiseled - with the sexiest muscle Alan had ever seen.

Even Herbert stepped back for a second, before he remembered his role as the
arrogant male. "Yeah? So what..." he muttered, trying to dismiss Tina's
muscular arms. "You got some muscles, but they're just for show - just like
all women." "Oh, really?" Tina smiled, sat down across from Herbert, and put
her right elbow on the table, offering him her hand to arm-wrestle. Despite
her buff, hand arm, she was still a slim, gorgeous woman who couldn't have
weighed over 130 - and Herbert was only stalled very briefly by her show of
muscle. "Alright, let's go. This'll only take a second," he glanced up to
reassure the Professor that not too much class time was being wasted. He
pulled off his sweatshirt, too, and placed his huge, beefy arm on the table.
Tina's feminine hand disappeared into his huge paw. His upper arm was at least
three times as big as hers. "One, two, three, go!" Herbert declared, slamming
Tina's hand downward toward the table-top. But, instead of the decisive
knocking sound of her knuckles hitting the table, the class heard nothing - as
her hand stopped about an inch short of the table-top. The class, who were
looking on with interest, got up and started to gather around. Herbert
displayed some effort, snorting as he tried to finish the job. But then two
things happened, simultaneously: Tina's bicep leaped to attention, and
Herbert's arm moved UPWARD slightly. "Duuuuuuude!" exclaimed Sherry, one of
the other students, who had come forward and impulsively wrapped her hand
around Tina's bicep. "It's harder than...one of your ROCKS, Professor
Roberts!" she gasped, struggling for the right words. "Feel it, man!" she
offered, to the rest of the class. Alan stepped forward, unable to resist the
temptation to wrap his hand around Tina's muscle. It felt like a huge granite
rock in his hand. Although he pressed into it as hard as he could with his
fingers, he couldn't get it to give to even the slightest extent. "Hey man,
his isn't nearly as hard!" Sherry was checking out Herbert's arm, squeezing
his bicep with her fingers. "It's like...weak, compared to hers! Like it's
soft - hers is way harder!" At this, the other classmates converged, and
everyone started feeling Tina's and Herbert's biceps, even as the match
continued.

"She's right," Professor Roberts declared, having felt both arms himself.
"Tina's muscle is far harder." He smiled at Herbert, whose forehead had beaded
up with sweat that was just starting to run down his face. Tina, meanwhile,
maintained her stoic expression; she was looking Herbert directly in the eye,
challenging him to meet her gaze or look away. Herbert's arm started to move
up. Seconds later, the two arms were back to their starting position, giving
the class another chance to compare the opponents' biceps. "Geez," hers is
like stone, his is like...uh, clay," one of Herbert's buddies observed. "Shut
up, asswipe!" Herbert spat through clenched teeth and labored breathing. "I'm
gonna kick your ass next."

But by now, no one in the room thought Herbert was the one doing the
ass-kicking. Despite being possibly less than half his size, Tina was
obviously much stronger than him. She started to move his arm toward the
table. Suddenly, Herbert was on his feet, his face red with rage and
humiliation. He added his left hand to the battle, cupping his huge hand over
their interlocked fists, and putting all his body weight into it. "Hey! You
can't do that - cheater!" Sherry started to shout. Then: "Go girl! Take him
down!" as she saw that Tina wasn't fazed. She stayed in her seat.

Without releasing Herbert from her eyes, she brought both of his hands down to
the table, emphatically slamming him down. The sudden momentum caught him off
balance, and he wound up on the floor, reddened with rage and defeat. Tina got
up from the table with a slight smile, pulled her sweater back on, and walked
calmly back to her desk. "Waitaminit bitch! This ain't over!" Herbert leaped
over the table, trying to pursue Tina across the room.

But Professor Roberts' voice stopped him. "That's enough, Herbert. I think the
matter has been decided. Women, " he concluded, "clearly are not the weaker
sex. At least not in this class." He smiled, as the class laughed merrily at
Herbert's humiliation, and everyone continued to steal admiring and astonished
looks at Tina. "Of course," Roberts continued, "we still have not resolved the
lack of female Geologists..."