ANGEL HEAVEN
By Submissive Romantic  submissiveromanticone@gmail.com 



Edited by Michael-Leonard

The story of a truly odd couple.

Chapter 1

Paul Cullen was a self-employed programmer and computer consultant. He lived
in a small two bedroom apartment in a fifty year-old garden apartment complex
in northern New Jersey. The neighbors, mostly young adults, single or recently
married and just starting out their lives, kept to themselves. The complex had
been built adjacent to the state highway which served as a major access route
to New York City. Every morning the bus stop at the corner was packed with
commuters waiting for the next bus into the City and their places of
employment.

That was how Paul had started his career; working for a large consulting firm
in the City. Soon the daily grind, the late hours, the never-ending traffic
and delays began to take their toll. As the firm had grown, management had
started to ignore some of its smaller, not-as-profitable clients. When two of
his clients complained to Paul about the poor service, he saw his opportunity
to escape. He told them that if they would be patient with him, and if they
sent the company a formal notification ending their contracts, he could serve
their needs at night and on the weekends.

Six months later, after working the equivalent of two full time jobs, he
submitted his resignation and set up his own consulting business. Careful not
to run afoul of the non-compete clause he had signed when he first started, he
built his business slowly, advertising in trade magazines, attending trade
shows and encouraging word-of-mouth advertising by his clients. It took
several more years of hard work, long hours, and frugal living, but he finally
had a successful business and a comfortable, if not extravagant, life style.

One of his major customers was a company whose business was electrical parts
distribution. They were a small player in an industry that was dominated by
two or three extremely large and highly successful corporations. The company
concentrated on the nuts and bolts of the industry, small parts with low
markups; they were content in filling that niche. The two owners of the
business knew that they would never be rich, but were satisfied making a
decent living for themselves and a providing employment for about thirty
hard-working employees. The writing was on the wall; within ten years, maybe
sooner, they would be forced to sell the company because each year their
client base, primarily small manufacturers, were moving overseas. Paul was
well aware of this fact.

They also had a more pressing problem. Their systems and their hardware were
old and outdated. It was 1995 and Y2K was looming over the horizon. The owners
had given him the task of maintaining their existing systems and hardware
instead of planning for an anticipated switchover to a Windows-based platform.
Much of his efforts for the company were spent on finding used replacement
equipment and program patches. He was spending more and more time there, after
hours, just maintaining their systems.

The company was located in a large industrial park, near the New York/New
Jersey state line, in a small run down warehouse. The offices were clean and
neat, and every square foot was utilized for sales and sales support. The
servers were located in a small area carved out of the warehouse; that's where
his workstation was located. It was cold in the winter, and because of the
large window air conditioner, noisy in the summer. It was usually nine or ten
o'clock in the evening, sometimes later, when he would be finished for the
evening. On the way home, he would stop at his favorite place for a late night
dinner, Angel Heaven, a strip club located just outside of the complex. The
place was relatively small with a three-sided bar, each side lined with
fifteen stools. The beer taps were located at the corners and a narrow aisle
for the bartenders separated the bar from the raised stage located in the
center. The perimeter of the room was lined with small bar-height tables and
chairs. The capacity of the room was about one hundred and twenty.

Angel Heaven was a blue collar joint. No fancy drinks, the d'cor was
nondescript, the music was loud, and when the dancers were working so was the
crowd. Paul normally avoided the place on Friday nights, that's when it was
really crowed and trouble usually happened. During the week, however, it was a
great place to get a great burger and a beer, and to get an eyeful of some of
the most beautiful girls Paul had ever seen.

You see, Paul was a 30-year-old virgin. It was not that he was bad looking; he
could best be described as cute. His blond hair, blue eyes and dazzling smile
would have made him a real catch if it wasn't for his size. In his boots, he
stood a mere five foot, five inches tall and weighed around one hundred and
twenty pounds. Ever since he could remember he was always one of, if not the
shortest, person in his class or where ever he worked. It seemed that girls
looked upon him as a companion; a friend, not someone they wanted as a lover.
That was the reason Paul buried himself into the world of computers; they
didn't care about his size.

Being a semi regular, Paul had gotten to know Dave the bartender pretty well.
When things were slow, Dave would park himself across from Paul and they would
talk sports and current events or just watch the dancer. On one such occasion,
Paul had noticed a set of rings handing from the rafters just above the stage.

"Hey Dave, what are the gymnastic rings for?"

"Those are for when Angel takes the stage."

"Angel, as in the owner?"

"That's her; you've never seen her act have you? You're usually gone by the
time she comes on. You should plan on staying late one Friday night. She only
works Friday nights, and usually comes on around midnight and puts on quite a
show."

That became his plan for this particular evening. It was a Friday evening
around ten thirty and he was determined to stay to catch Angel's act. Dave
hadn't gone into any detail about it; "Why ruin the surprise?" He only said
that tonight she was premiering a new act.

Around eleven the bar began to fill up with the regulars; the noise level
increased noticeably. Suddenly there were shouts coming from directly behind
him. Dave came running over in front of him shouting, "Hey you guys break it
up."

As Paul spun around on his stool to see what was happening, a fight broke out
right in front of him. A big guy was throwing punches in all directions as
three smaller guys tried unsuccessfully to subdue him. Paul jumped off his
stool in an effort to escape the melee. Instead, he ended up right in the
middle of it. Before he could even think, the big guy hit him with a powerful
right hand which sent him backwards against the bar. He sagged down to the
floor between two stools, stunned.

As he began to regain consciousness, he could hear somewhere in the distance,
someone, a woman he thought, shouting; there was more fighting going on but he
didn't know where. Suddenly, two powerful hands were grabbing him by the front
of his shirt and lifting him clear off the ground. The woman's voice was
louder now, it seemed like it was right in front of him.

"I'll teach you to come into my place and try to break up the joint."

That's when everything seemed to happen at once. He felt one of the hands that
were holding him let go; he heard Dave somewhere behind him shouting, "No Ang,
stop," and his vision cleared just in time to see the massive right arm of the
huge woman holding him up swing forward, her bare fist connecting solidly on
the left side of his face. He felt an intense pain and then everything went
black.

Chapter 2

The sunlight was just beginning to shine into the room as the first morning
rays edged over the horizon. He heard someone moan; and feeling the pain in
face and the throbbing in his head, realized that it was him.

'Where am I?' he thought as he glanced around the room. He had to turn his
head to see what was to his left because he couldn't see anything out of his
left eye. That's when he saw her, sleeping in the chair next to the bed.

'She's the one that hit me. I've got to get out of here.'

He threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed. He immediately stopped;
first of all his head started pounding even harder than before and second he
realized that he was completely naked. He pulled back the covers and tried to
think.

All the movement caused Angel to wake up.

"Oh, thank god you're awake; I thought I was going to have to take you to the
hospital," she said as she stood up and walked over to the side of the bed.

He laid there, panic beginning to overwhelm him. She was the biggest woman he
had ever seen. She was not just tall, she was huge; her shoulders were wide,
her arms were thickly-muscled, her tee shirt was straining to contain her
chest and it appeared close to losing the battle.

An off-duty EMT that had been in the bar last night had told her to watch him
for signs of a possible concussion. After examining him, he had told her that
nothing seemed to be seriously damaged, that the only thing Angel had to watch
for was vomiting.

"He's out cold now, he'll probably just sleep until morning, don't let him out
of your sight until then."

"How do you feel? Nauseous?"

"How do you think I feel? My face hurts like hell and my head is pounding."

The words slipped out before he realized it; the last thing he wanted to do
was to antagonize this Amazon of a woman.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Yeah, you hit me."

"Yes, that's true. I'm really sorry about that. I thought you were one of the
guys that tried to jump Gus. He was the big guy. I was just coming down stairs
to get ready for my act when I saw the fight break out. I turned the corner
around the bar just when he hauled off on you. I thought you were with them.
Three guys that Gus works with followed him here last night after work and
tried to settle an argument that started at work. I don't tolerate fighting in
my place; it's bad for business. I threw them all out after giving them
something to remind them about my rules. I was about to do the same to you
when Dave yelled to me. I'm so sorry; I just couldn't stop in time. He
explained to me that you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
That's when I picked you up and carried you up here."

"Why am I naked?"

"I had to get you out of your bloody clothes before I could put you in my bed.
Gus must have hit you right in the nose, because by the time I picked you up,
the front of your shirt and your pants were soaked with blood right down to
your briefs. I soaked your clothes in cold water and washed them last night.
They should be dry by now."

"Can you get them for me?" He said holding the covers tightly up to his chin.

"Of course. I'll be back in a couple of minutes so you can dress. You know you
have nothing to be embarrassed about. For a little guy you're packing a pretty
good-sized piece of meat down there."

Angel laughed as she closed the door behind her. She went down to the
basement, took his jeans and underwear and socks out of the dryer and his
shirt off the hangar, and after checking for any blood stains, brought them
back upstairs.

When she got back, she knocked on the door and found him still in bed.

"Here are your clothes; they're clean. I was able to get all the blood stains
out. If you want, the bathroom is across the hall; feel free to take a shower,
I'll be in the kitchen. I'll make us a pot of coffee."

Paul's brain was telling him to get up, get dressed, and get out; but he found
her fascinating and wanted to learn more about this not-so-gentle giant.

He put on his underwear, picked up the rest of his clothes and headed for the
bathroom. She had laid out a

towel and a wash cloth for his use. Soon he was in the shower. The hot water
felt good on his back, alleviating the pain from his body. When he was done,
as he drying off, he examined his face in the mirror. His nose was swollen,
but appeared to be unbroken. His left eye was completely shut and his cheek
and jaw appeared to be swollen as well. One good thing was that he didn't
appear to be cut at all.

After dressing he left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, the aroma of
fresh coffee and bacon and eggs overwhelmed his senses.

"I made us breakfast; I hope you'll stay?"

"Angel, it looks delicious, thanks."

She steered him to his chair and, before bringing his breakfast, examined his
face.

"I'm afraid you'll be sporting a pretty nasty shiner for the next week or so.
I'm so sorry. Here's some orange juice and a couple of Advil for the pain."

He took the Advil, washed them down with the orange juice, and looked over the
huge plate of bacon and eggs that she placed on the table.

"Are you expecting anyone else for breakfast? That's enough for four people,"
he said with a smile.

"Not when you're as big and muscular as I am. I have to eat a lot just to
maintain my muscle mass. I work out hard every day. Judging by your lack of
muscle tone, you don't."

He watched in amazement as she took half of what was on the serving plate.

"I never was into sports and working out just doesn't interest me; besides I
never seem to have the time."

"You have to make the time; it's good for you. Working out will keep you
healthy, and based upon your performance last night, you certainly need it."

"Hey, that's not fair; both of you cold-cocked me if I'm not mistaken. I never
had a chance to defend myself."

"In my case do you think it would have mattered?" she said as she stood and
did a double bicep pose.

He gulped, awestruck at her massive arms and chest. "No, but I could have run;
I'm really fast."

She gave a hearty laugh and sat back down.

"Angel"

"Please call me Ang, all my friends do."

"Thanks, I certainly don't want to be your enemy. Ang, can I ask you how you
got so big and strong?"

"Sure; let me tell you about myself. I grew up in Southern California. Both my
parents were into the physical fitness life-style of the area. They were both
tall and good-looking and it seemed that they were always working out. I
started out in gymnastics at a very young age. I developed a lot of upper body
strength for a young girl. I was always challenging the boys in school to
contests of strength. Whether it was arm wrestling, pull-ups or push-ups, none
of them could keep up with me. I did gymnastics for a number of years until I
literally outgrew it. I was heartbroken when they told me at the age of
thirteen that I was too big for most of the events and not graceful enough for
the others."

"What did you do then?"

"I still loved the fact that I was so much stronger than the kids I went to
school with so I started working out with my mom every chance I got. My
parents had built a pretty elaborate gym in the garage. They had lined the
floor with mats and they had free weights, a weight bench, a chinning bar, a
set of gymnastic rings, a heavy bag and a speed bag. My mother taught me how
to do various exercises and also showed me how to box. She had belonged to a
gym when she was growing up and had been taught by the local pro. She had
never fought anyone, but knew a lot about it."

"Wait a minute; she taught you how to box?"

"Well, yes. She taught me how to throw punches, how to stand, how to move, and
how to avoid getting hit. We even used to spar together as I got a little
older. As the years went on I grew some more and got even stronger. Soon I was
a lot bigger than she was and had to be careful not to hurt her. When I was a
junior in high school, one of the football players ran into me in the hallway.
He just bounced off me and fell to the ground. I offered him my hand to help
him up, but because he was getting razed by some of his friends he slapped my
hand away and instead started calling me names. At that time I was probably
about six foot three and weighed over two hundred pounds. I shrugged my
shoulders and started to walk away. He just wouldn't shut up, he kept calling
me names, lard butt, freak, stuff like that. When you're different than
everybody else, and you're only seventeen you're very self-conscious about
everything. They were all laughing at me. I turned and walked right up to him
and his friends and shoved him against the lockers. I told him to shut up or
I'd shut him up. He pushed me back, his hands grabbing at my breasts. I
started to beat him; it was only a matter of a minute and he was on the floor.
I started walking away again when one of his friends jumped on my back. I
shook him off and hit him three times. Then I turned to the others and started
shouting for them to fight."

"That's when the Vice Principal came around the corner. After surveying the
scene, he took me down to his office. I was lucky that I wasn't expelled or
sued; I only got suspended for a week. The story spread like wildfire through
the school. By the time I was allowed to return to classes, I had beat up half
of the football team. After that, even if I had wanted to go out on a date no
one dared to ask me. It seemed like no guy wanted to go out with someone who
could beat the crap out of them. As a result of that, everyone was positive
that I was a lesbian."

"I turned inward, became a loner in school, and spent all my free time
weight-lifting and taking out my hostilities on the heavy bag."

"Gee Ang, that must have been tough on you. I had the same problem but for the
opposite reason. Everyone in my school thought that, because I was small and
slight of build and, shall we say rather pale, that I must be a homosexual. I
never went out on any dates; no self-respecting girl would even give me the
time of day from a romantic stand-point. I turned to my computer and learned
everything I could about it."

"Wow, and I thought I had it tough. It looks like we were made for each other.
You know what they say, opposites attract."

He looked across the table dumbfounded at what he had just heard. He thought
to himself, 'Was she implying that maybe we should go out together some time?
How could I possibly hope to be man enough for someone as beautiful, sweet and
sexy as her?'

Paul finished what was on his plate and watched as she finished what was left
on the serving plate. She got up from the table took the dishes to the sink
and rinsed them off.

"Paul, I'm really enjoying our conversation; can you stay for a while longer?"

He looked at his watch; it was nine thirty on a Saturday and having no
appointments scheduled that morning he told her he'd like to call his
answering machine to check for messages. There were no messages.

"Do you want to come downstairs and watch me work out? We can talk some more
and you can see if anything interests you."

Paul knew she meant any type of exercise that would interest him, but he had
something entirely different in mind.

"I'll be right back, I just have to change into my workout clothes; I'll be
right back."

Five minutes later she came out of her room, dressed in a loose-fitting
sweatshirt, a pair of cutoff sweat pants, and white socks.

"OK, follow me."

They went out the kitchen door and down a winding staircase. She opened the
door, reached in and turned on the lights. The basement had a ten foot high
ceiling and seemed to run the length of the building. It was old; the joists
which supported the floor above were thick, hand-cut and darkened with age.
The room itself was spotless. They walked through a section of the room; on
one side was the laundry, and on the other side were several walk-in coolers
for the bar above, along with stacks of cases of empty beer bottles.

When they passed through a double-wide arch, she turned on another set of
switches and the back half of the basement lit up. It looked like what he had
imagined as she was describing the gym in her parents' garage. On one side
there were several weight sets, a weight bench and a curl machine; on the
other side she had a heavy bag and a speed bag; in the center, hanging from
one of the beams, was a set of rings and what looked like a trapeze. Paul knew
that couldn't be what it was used for because the ceiling was too low.

Angel got down on the mat-covered floor and began stretching; soon she was
doing some push-ups and sit- ups, followed by jumping jacks and some
squat-thrusts. Paul stood there amazed that this was her warm up; if it was
him he'd have been exhausted. Looking around and seeing a chair against the
wall, he took a seat.

"Ang, how did a California girl end up in New York State?"

"That was my father's doing. I told you that I was a big kid, in my senior
year I finally stopped growing; I was just over six feet four inches and
weighed two hundred twenty five pounds. I had three inches and twenty five
pounds on my father.

"One day I came home from school and found my mother crying in her room. My
father had beaten her up pretty badly. He had come home from his job, telling
her that he was leaving her. A nasty shouting match followed; one thing led to
another and a fight broke out.

"He had left the house taking his clothes with him. Apparently he also wanted
some of the equipment from the garage, because a couple of hours later he came
back with his pickup truck. Mom was too scared to confront him and wanted to
call the police. I told her to wait fifteen minutes and then call. In the
meantime I went out the front door and walked around the house and stood
between him and his truck.

"'You bastard, if you think you're leaving here, think again; you're going to
have to get past me.'

"We walked slowly towards each other. I knew he was strong, but I was
stronger, bigger and faster and my mother had trained me well. We squared off.
He was a brawler, I was a fighter. I hit him with five heavy jabs before he
even threw his first punch, which I blocked easily. 'Is that all you got old
man? You better show me more than that. I'm no forty year-old woman; you're
going to pay for what you did to her.'

"He tried to tackle me, but I caught him with my knee, straightened him up,
and began to beat him. When the police finally showed up they had to pull me
off of him. I had beaten him to within an inch of his life. They were ready to
arrest me, when my Mom came out of the house and told them the story of his
beating her and me coming to her defense.

"My father was arrested and because of his prior arrest record received a five
year sentence for aggravated assault. Mom sold the house, which had been in
her name only, and we moved east to upstate New York. We found out some time
later, through friends, that he had been killed in prison. I guess he wasn't
as tough as he thought he was. Mom met a really nice guy, a widower, about
five years ago and they got married. I didn't want to be a distraction so I
moved out, found this place, and turned it around."

Angel walked to the weight bench, and after adjusting the amount of weight,
began what she called her

heavy arm workout. Paul watched as she settled in under the heavily laden bar
and eased it off the rack. She made it look so easy as she pushed the bar
upward, until her arms were almost straight then lowered it to her chest.
Angel did twelve reps, then re-racked the bar. She stood, slipped another ten
pounds on each side, and repeated the exercise. She repeated the process one
more time adding another ten pounds.

Paul had to stand at this point, turn his back to her and adjust the growing
erection which had made him more and more uncomfortable. When he turned back,
she was sitting on the bench, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. She knew she was
turning him on and that made him blush all the more. Angel walked over to what
had looked like a trapeze and began to do chin-ups. As she started he glanced
over at the bench and did a quick calculation; one forty-pounder, two
twenty-fives, and three tens on each side: two hundred and forty pounds, plus
the bar. He thought to himself,

'Oh my God, that's over twice my weight; how strong *is* she?"

Paul turned back to watch her. She was still doing her chin-ups, only now she
had raised her legs straight out in front so she looked like she was sitting.
He could hear her counting out her reps; when she reached one hundred, she
lowered her legs and dropped to the floor.

"Ang what are these used for?" He asked pointing to the rings hanging from the
ceiling and the shiny brass pole close by.

"I use those when I'm practicing for my act. You've never seen me on stage
yet, have you? Dave was telling me that that was the reason why you were here
last night."

He nodded his head.

"Well," she said softly smiling at him, "if you're really good, maybe someday
soon I'll give you a private showing."

She laughed out loud as she turned and walked over to the heavy bag, picking
up a pair of fingerless gloves from a nearby table. She set a timer that was
also on the table and stood in front of the bag. She took a couple of deep
breaths and started.

Paul was shocked at the ferocity with which she pounded the bag. She was
throwing punches with both hands, from various Angeles as she circled the
swinging bag. The room echoed with the smacks and thuds of each punch landing
solidly. After a minute or two he was exhausted and he was just watching. Paul
kept picturing in his mind the football players from high school and her
father trying to stand up to this Amazon's onslaught, realizing now what an
act of futility that must have been. His hand moved up to the side of his
face, the swelling seemed to have gone down, but he could still feel the lump
under his eye.

'It's a wonder that my head is still on my shoulders,' he thought.

To say that he was intimidated by her sheer power was a gross understatement.
No, he was truly afraid of her. And yet something more, something he couldn't
quite define, was rising in him as well. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it a
little of both? Paul didn't know, but the more he watched her, the more he
wanted to find out.

After twenty minutes of constant action, the alarm sounded. Angel threw two
more hooks one with each hand and a final overhand right and ceased her
onslaught. She stood, silently in front of the bag, bent at the waist, her
hands on her knees, sweat dripping down her face as she slowly cooled down,
her breathing returning to normal.

She looked up at him with a smile on her face.

"That is the best work out that I know of. I get to work my entire upper body,
my legs, my core and my stamina, plus it relieves any built up stress. The
only downside is that afterwards I get extremely horny."

She winked at him and said, "That's all for today, follow me."

Paul's mind was racing as he followed her up the stairs. 'Omigod, she's going
to rape me, isn't she?'

They stopped when they reached the first floor landing. She reached over and
opened the door that led to the back parking lot.

"Paul, it's been a lot of fun and a pleasure getting to know you. I hope we'll
be seeing more of each other soon. Once again, I'm really sorry about hitting
you last night. Please give me a call -- you can reach me though the bar --
and stop in any time."

Then she bent over and kissed him. It wasn't a hot and heavy kiss, but it
wasn't a peck on the cheek either.

"You'd better go now," she said, her voice husky. With that she gently guided
him out the door and closed it behind him.

Paul walked to his car which was still where he left it the night before. All
the way home he kept reviewing the events of this morning, kept analyzing the
facts and kept coming up with the same conclusion:

'I think she likes me; I really think she likes me.'

Paul vowed to see her again, and soon.

Chapter 3

For the next couple of days, he stayed in his apartment working on a new
report for his client. It probably would have gone faster if he could have
kept the thought of seeing Angel again out of his mind. On Monday afternoon,
Paul drove back down to his client. He had a meeting with the president of the
company, during which he took some good natured ribbing about his black eye.

"You really should learn to duck. In fact, judging from your appearance you
should probably just learn how to run."

They both had a good laugh; Paul never did tell him how or who gave him the
black eye. Based upon previous conversations with him Paul knew he had never
set foot in Angel Heaven, had never seen Angel, and would never let him live
down the fact that a woman had done it.

After five, he went back to his workstation, loaded the new program, adding it
as a choice for the president's use only, and ran the report. Paul reviewed
the report with him. He made a couple of changes and added an additional
request. Paul told him he'd work on it now and leave a copy of the report
under his door.

By seven o'clock he had made the necessary programming changes, ran the
revised report and, as agreed, left it under his door. Paul could hardly wait
to get a burger and a beer.

He drove over to Angel Heaven, parked in the back and walked into the bar. As
soon as Dave spotted him he shouted, "Paul, it's good to see you up and about;
should I put in your usual order?"

Paul nodded and walked over to his usual seat. He felt a large hand grab his
shoulder, turned and looked up. There was Gus; panic instantly overwhelmed
him.

He quickly said, "Hi, I'm so sorry about the other night. Dave told me what
happened, what I had done, and what happened after Angel threw me out."

He took out a twenty and left it on the bar. "Let me buy your dinner tonight."

When Paul tried to refuse, he just looked and said, "Please, it's the least I
can do."

Reluctantly, Paul accepted both his offer and his hand. Pleased, Gus turned
and headed back to his table and rejoined his friends. Dave brought over
Paul's burger and fries and whispered in his ear.

"Ang read him the riot act when he first came in. He's a really nice guy and
probably would have offered anyway, but she made him an offer he couldn't
refuse, if you know what I mean."

Paul knew exactly what he meant and a chill went down his spine.

"Does Ang know that I'm here?" he asked.

"She knows; she told me to send you up after you've had your meal. The door to
the back staircase is over there."

"Thanks."

Paul savored his meal; he had a second pint of beer and still had enough money
left from the twenty to leave Dave a sizeable tip. He got up off his stool,
nodded his appreciation to Gus, and headed for the back door. He felt like a
high school kid as he climbed the stairs. Paul couldn't wait to be with Ang
again.

He knocked on the door and waited. He heard footsteps and the door opened.

"Hi Paul, It's good to see you again. Come on in."

When he stepped into the kitchen, she closed the door behind him and they
turned to face each other. She was dressed in western boots, which added
another two inches to her height, a pair of blue jeans that clung to her body
in all the right places, and a white Angel Heaven tee shirt, which showcased
her chest, shoulders and arms. Paul couldn't help noticing that her nipples
were erect and right at his eye level. He forced himself to look up into her
eyes.

They walked through the kitchen and into the living room. As they passed the
second of the two bedrooms, Paul looked in. It was set up like an office; on a
desk was a TV monitor. He stopped and looked at it more closely.

Ang said, "That's my security system, I can look at six different views of the
bar and both parking lots from here. I also saw that you met Gus."

"Yeah I did," he said," thanks for dinner."

"Don't thank me, that was Gus's idea. I'm just glad for his sake that you came
in tonight; otherwise, I'm sure he would have felt obligated to be here every
night until you did."

They sat on the sofa for a while and got to know each other a little better.
Angel suddenly got up and said, "Let's go for a ride."

She grabbed a denim jacket, her bag and keys, and they headed out the door.
"We'll use my truck."

It was a new Ford 150. Even in the dim light of the parking lot you could tell
that it was absolutely clean and highly polished. It looked like a show truck.
Paul had barely enough time to climb in and shut his door before she took off
like a bat out of hell.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to the mall. I need a couple of things, OK?"

"Sure, you're the boss."

She looked over at him and smiled.

Paul held the door as they entered and she took his hand as they strolled
through the mall. The place was packed with shoppers and teenagers just
hanging around. It was a great place for people watching. As they walked, he
watched people's expressions as they approached. The expression on their faces
when they looked up at Ang was priceless. Paul wasn't quite sure why, but he
felt that they were also looking at him and shaking their heads. They must
have looked truly bazaar. Angel was a foot taller and outweighed him by almost
one hundred pounds. Paul didn't realize exactly why they were getting the
looks that they did, however, until they stood in front of one of the shop
windows. It was then that he saw in their reflection what strangers were
seeing. With his black eye, it looked like she was an abuser, a spouse beater.
Paul knew that's what came to his mind, hoping that it was not an omen of
things to come.

They continued walking until they reached the Victoria's Secret store. He
hesitated as she started to enter.

"Come on, don't be shy, you can help me pick out some things for my act."

Paul got the same look from the sales associate that came over to help her.

"I need something like that," pointing up to a large picture of one of their
beautiful models dressed in a red baby doll pajama set. "If you have that
style in my size, I'll take one in every color that you have."

As the sales girl scurried around looking for what Ang wanted; Paul turned and
stared up at the picture again, imagining how it would look on Angel's
muscular body. He was brought back to reality by a tapping on his shoulder.

"I'm going to try one of them on for size; come over by the dressing room and
wait for me."

They went into the dressing room together while he waited patiently by the
door. After fifteen minutes or so the sales girl came out; she seemed a little
flushed, like she was getting a fever.

"I have never seen a woman with a body like hers," was all she managed to say
as she rushed past and disappeared into the stock room.

"Oh Paul, what do you think?"

He looked into the changing room, as the door of one of the changing booths
suddenly opened and there she stood. The red baby doll did almost nothing to
hide her body; yet still left the best parts to be revealed. Paul stood there,
with his mouth open, too stunned to speak.

"That's just the reaction I was going for, thanks." She smiled that smile of
hers and closed the door.

By the time she came out of the dressing room, he had his erection back under
control. She took him by the arm and they walked up to the register.

"I'll take all six."

She gave the sales girl her credit card and, after signing the receipt, blew
her a kiss and off they went. This time she held him with her arm over his
shoulder as he held her by the waist. As they approached the truck, Paul asked
her,

"What took you so long in the booth?"

"I think that sales girl is into girls more than guys. I asked her to help me
put on the top because I didn't want to damage it. When she saw me standing
there naked she just about lost it. I could hear her breathing become faster
and saw how she was looking at me. I thought I'd give her a treat, so after I
got it on I looked her in the eye and whispered, 'Watch this.' I struck a
double bicep pose, and then took her under her arms and lifted her until her
head was almost against the ceiling. I felt her body shake and got a definite
whiff of her scent as she came. I put her back down and she practically ran
out of the booth."

Damn! he was completely hard again. They climbed into the truck and headed
back. Neither said anything, there was definitely something developing between
them. When they pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck in her
reserved spot, Ang turned off the engine and they sat there in silence.
Finally she began to speak,

"Paul neither of us is a kid any more. I for one don't have time for the
dating games, and I am neither coy nor shy about going after what I want. I
know I really like you a lot, and I think you like me. So let's not waste any
more time playing games with each other. Do you want to spend the night?"

Paul slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her down. He kissed her once,
and then kissed her again more passionately.

"Does that answer your question?"

Chapter 4

They used the back entrance and went into the bar. Ang walked over to Dave and
whispered something in his ear, turned, grabbed Paul's hand and led him out
the door and up the staircase to her apartment. Once they were inside, she
locked the back door and said, "Let's get a couple of beers and go into the
living room."

Paul let her lead the way, once again marveling at the way her muscular butt
swayed from side to side as she walked. She took a seat on the sofa and
indicated that he should join her. Leaning forward she reached down and, with
considerable effort, removed her boots and socks.

"Why don't you get a little more comfortable?"

Taking his cue, he did the same. Soon they were sitting with their feet up,
sipping on their beers, unsure what their next move was going to be.

"Paul, I don't mind telling you that I'm a little scared right now. I've never
done anything like this before."

Taking her hand in his Paul replied, "I can't imagine you being scared of
anything or anyone."

She smiled back at him and said, "I know I sound tough. I've been fighting and
sticking up for myself all of my life, but this is different. I don't know
what to do and I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"Who's going to know, it's just me and you and I've never done it either," he
replied. "We'll just have to help each other won't we?"

At that she started to laugh and then, pointing down at their bare feet, she
commented:

"I guess that busts the old myth I used to hear; you can judge how big a guy
is down there by the size of his feet. I've already seen it and I know."

Paul had to admit to myself that she was right; he wore a size eight shoe and,
fully erect, he was eight-and-a-quarter. He chuckled to himself, 'when you're
young and my height, you look for any bright spots in life, and every
quarter-inch is important.'

"Ang, we don't have to do this if you're not ready," he said.

Standing up, she took him by the hand and led him towards her bedroom.

"I've never backed down from a challenge before and I'm certainly not going to
start now."

They stood next to the bed as he watched her take the bottom of her tee shirt
and pull it up over her head in one fluid motion. She dropped it on the floor
at his feet. Paul stood there admiring her body, her rock-solid abs and
massive arms and shoulders.

"Well, come on; what are you waiting for? Don't make me come over there and
rip the clothes off your back," she said only half joking.

Paul quickly began to unbutton his shirt as he watched her struggle out of her
jeans. In a matter of seconds they were down to their underwear. As he started
to remove his briefs she reached out, grabbed his hand, and told him to stop.

"I want to unwrap my present if you don't mind."

Getting down on her knees in front of him and looking up into his eyes, she
smiled and slowly slid Paul's briefs down to the floor. His cock was rock-hard
and pointing directly into her face.

"It's even more beautiful than before... and bigger, too."

She placed her hand around the shaft and slowly moved it back and forth. The
feelings he had were beyond words; this was the first time in Paul's life that
anyone besides himself had touched him like this. Paul closed his eyes to
better experience every sensation. That's when he felt something else that
he'd never felt before. His eyes shot open and he looked down to see Angel
slowly circling her tongue around the crown.

Paul whispered, "Ang, please stop; I'm so close, I don't know if I can hold
out much longer."

She didn't stop; instead, she took the entire head into her mouth as she
continued her manipulations with her hand and tongue. He felt the eruption
boiling up seemingly from his toes as his hands flew to her shoulders to keep
himself from falling over.

"Oh God, Ang, I'm cumming," he gasped as his body jerked forward completely
out of control.

When Paul finally came down from his orgasmic high and his breathing returned
to a more normal level, he opened his eyes and looked into hers as she knelt
there smiling.

"That was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced."

"I guess I did it right, then. I've never done that before. I never realized
that I could get so much pleasure out of watching someone else's pleasure,
knowing that I was causing it. I didn't know what to expect, it wasn't bad at
all; not demeaning or yucky like I overheard heard some girls in high school
saying."

Paul reached out took her hands and urged her to stand.

"Now it's my turn to unwrap my present," he whispered as he guided her
backwards onto the side of the bed.

Taking the hint, she sat on the edge and eased down onto her back as he pulled
her panties down. Her pussy was completely bare, the lips moist and puffy; at
the top her clit already appeared to be extended out from under its hood. Paul
guided her legs up over his shoulders and leaned forward placing gentle kisses
along the outer lips, a trail leading up to the top then down the other side.
He planned on worshiping here at her altar forever; but as he began to run his
tongue in long slow licks up each side, Paul heard her moan and begin to arch
her body off the bed. Her scent filled his nostrils and moisture began to leak
from her. He knew she was close, so he began to circle his tongue around her
extended clit. Her actions intensified and he felt her hands on the back of
his head. Taking this as a good sign, Paul began to suck on her love button as
he lathered it with his tongue. He heard her scream of pleasure and felt her
body shake and suddenly go rigid. That's when everything suddenly changed.
Paul felt intense pressure and pain as her legs clamped together around his
head. All sound was cut off and his world narrowed down to her pussy alone.

Paul began to panic as his oxygen ran out. He tried in vain to separate her
legs and started punching on her thighs. Finally he felt her legs relax, and
was able to lift his head. He gulped in the fresh air as he sank down to the
floor at her feet.

"Oh God, Paul! I'm so sorry, are you all right?" he heard her say as she sat
up and pulled him up and held him as she fell back onto the bed. After a few
moments he nodded. Ang smothered him with kisses as she maneuvered them around
until she had her head on her pillow.

"Paul, that was fantastic. It's been a long time since I've cum that hard. I
can hardly wait for the main event."

She squeezed him and held him to her chest, and then lifted Paul up until her
arms were straight, and then lowered him to kiss him. She kept doing that
until she could feel his erection nuzzling between her legs.

"You really do like my muscles, don't you?"

"Just knowing how strong you are and how much power you have over me really
turns me on," Paul acknowledged.

"It turns me on, too"

As she began to move him into position, Paul suddenly realized that they had
never discussed birth control.

"Ang, are you on the pill?"

"No, but we don't have to worry; I haven't had a period in about five years.
My doctor said it was probably due to all the weight lifting and exercise that
I do; he said something about a hormonal imbalance."

She opened her legs wider in order to give him better access and, when he felt
the tip of his cock nestle between her lips, Paul applied a little pressure.
He felt her moist heat as he slowly entered her. Expecting resistance, he
stopped and said, "This may hurt a bit."

She smiled up at him and said, "I don't care, just give it all to me. Please,
now; I need it so badly."

Who was he to argue with such a magnificent woman? He shoved his hips forward,
not stopping until there was nothing left to give her.

"Just hold it there for a minute," she hissed, "let me get used to the
feeling. I feel stuffed."

Paul held perfectly still, feeling the pressure she was exerting around his
sensitive cock.

"OK, let's start out slowly."

Paul started to withdraw and then moved forward again; slowly in short strokes
and then longer, quicker, deeper thrusts. He didn't know how he knew to do
this; it seemed that he was on autopilot, nature was taking over and Paul was
going along for the ride. And what a ride it was. With each thrust she
encouraged him to give her more, harder and deeper. She pulled his head down
to her breasts and offered first one then the other for him to suck. Paul bit
on her nipple and was rewarded with a moan of desire. He could feel her
breathing quicken and watched with wonder as she became more flushed and
suddenly screamed out:

"Oh, my God, I'm cumming again!"

Her legs wrapped around his thighs and she slammed him deep into her and held
him there; Paul could feel her pussy contracting around him, milking his cock
as he, too, exploded within her. Paul lay there on top of her, feeling her
powerful arms hugging him, wanting the feeling to never end.

Paul looked deep into her eyes and whispered, "Angel, I love you."

"I love you, too"

After several minutes he reluctantly pulled out of her and they took turns in
the bathroom, before curling up in each other's arms for the night.

The morning light was just beginning to invade the room when he awoke. Paul
had never experienced waking up next to someone before, especially next to
such a sexy woman. As he lay there admiring her body, recalling all of the
feelings and emotions from the previous night, Paul could feel himself
becoming aroused again. He wanted to give her a special wake up call, so he
decided that a little oral stimulation would be perfect. But then he
remembered what happened the last time, so instead of crawling up between her
legs, Paul decided to reverse position. Kneeling next to her as she lay there
on her back, he gently pulled her legs up until her knees were bent and,
placing his arms between her legs, spread them giving him better access. He
began kissing and licking her and was rewarded with soft moans. Paul thought
she was still sleeping until he suddenly felt two large hands gripping my hips
and she lifted him directly over her face.

"Well, that is certainly a nice way to wake up," she said just before he felt
her mouth close around his erection.

She lifted her legs higher and his hands slid up the bed, hooking her legs
under his arm pits and holding them apart. Paul felt her lifting him up and
down like she was working out on the weight bench, all the time keeping his
cock in her mouth. He probed as deep as he could with his tongue and was
rewarded with an increasing amount of her fluids. He could feel his chin
rubbing on her clit. Paul could tell she was close and thought he was prepared
for her orgasm.

Suddenly, everything changed again. One minute he was enjoying the sensations
her mouth was giving him and the pleasure he knew he was giving her. Then,
just as he began to cum, Paul felt himself being propelled towards the foot of
the bed as her legs slammed down onto the mattress catapulting his body off
the end of the bed. He would have landed face first on the floor if she hadn't
grabbed his foot and held him.

She let him down until his hands touched the floor and he was able to bring
himself down for a soft landing. Paul stood at the foot of the bed as they
looked at each other and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"I guess we're going to have to figure out something else if I'm going to be
able to safely have oral sex with you," he exclaimed.

"I'm sure we'll think of something; I really love the way you get me to cum
that way."

Chapter 5

Paul couldn't believe his luck. Less than a month ago he was a loner, working
crazy hours, with no hope of ever meeting anyone, let alone the girl of his
dreams. Today, with Dave at his side, he was standing in city hall waiting for
his future bride to arrive. When she walked through the door Paul's heart
skipped a beat. She looked truly beautiful in a form-fitting black dress and
heels, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Her mother was similarly dressed
and, although she was over twenty years older than Angel, it was not hard to
tell who she got her looks from.

Ang's mom, Erika, had driven from upstate the previous morning, along with
John, her second husband, for the ceremony. When they met, Paul could see the
questioning look in her eyes. After a pleasant afternoon, sitting and getting
to know one another, Ang asked Paul to show John around the bar and club. An
hour later after having a couple of beers at the bar, they returned to the
apartment. Angel and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table chatting
over a cup of tea.

Paul couldn't quite put his finger on it; but it seemed that the atmosphere
had become more pleasant, and that his future mother-in-law was more attentive
and interested in what he was saying. That evening, after they retired for the
evening, Paul asked Ang what she and her mother talked about in his absence.

"Well if you must know, I'll tell you. She was a little disappointed when she
first met you. She was judging you by your appearance and she felt that I
could do better. I told her that you were the best man that I had ever met,
that you were kind, gentle, smart, and best of all that you loved me with all
your heart. I reminded her that my Dad was a big strong handsome guy who beat
her and probably loved himself more than her. That one cut a little too deep,
and after some tears we both apologized. That's when I told her that you were
big where it counted and always made me very happy."

They were married by the mayor and, after an evening of dinner and dancing at
a fancy restaurant in the most luxurious hotel in the area, they said
goodnight and went upstairs to their rooms. The next morning after an evening
of passionate love making, John and Erika drove the newlyweds to the airport.
They spent their honeymoon on the island of Aruba. During the day they lounged
in the sun, played in the surf and took long walks on the beach.

They held hands as they walked; Paul enjoyed the expressions on the faces of
the people they passed. Their gaze would always focus on Angel, especially the
guys; you could see them take in her beauty, from her face, down her muscular
body to her feet and back up again, and then they would look over at him. Some
would give him an almost imperceptible nod and a wink; others would just stare
at him in amazement.

Since neither of them were into partying and the night life that the big
hotels offered, they would find quiet out of the way places for dinner; many
were where the locals went. They enjoyed each other's company, and after a
good meal and a bottle of wine, they were ready to retire for the evening.

One evening after a long moon-lit stroll along the beach, upon returning to
their room, Angel was in a playful mood. She waited in the bathroom for Paul
to get into bed and then stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of her
Victoria's Secret baby doll nighties. Paul watched as she slowly, seductively
walked towards the bed. They normally slept in the nude so this really got his
attention. He could feel himself already becoming aroused.

"I think I figured it out," she said climbing into bed.

"Figured what out?" he replied as she threw a leg over his body straddling his
hips.

She didn't say a word; instead Angel leaned forward, clasped her hands around
his wrists, and forced his arms up over his head. He could feel her heat as
she slowly rubbed herself up and down his now rock hard cock. Paul knew that
it was futile for him to struggle against her, so he closed his eyes and
enjoyed the wonderful sensations he was experiencing.

After a couple of minutes, however, he felt her pull his arms back down along
the sides of his body at the same time she started to crawl towards his head.
He opened his eyes in time to see that she had left off her panties. With one
hand, she lifted the back of his head, forcing his mouth against her already
moist pussy. With the other she maneuvered his pillow, propping his head up
into the desired position. Angel reached out, grabbed the headboard, and began
to gyrate over his face.

Paul was helpless as she completely dominated him, and he loved every minute
of it. He used his tongue and mouth as best as he could to bring her to the
brink and braced himself. Angel felt the heat rush up her body as her orgasm
overwhelmed her. She held the head board in a death grip as her body tensed
and spasm after spasm rocked her world. Paul thought he could hear the wood
crack and splinter.

When she finally calmed down, she looked down at Paul; all she could she was
the top of his head. And then she felt his tongue once again invading her
body.

Reluctantly, she moved off of his face until she was straddling his hips once
again and positioned his cock at the entrance of her now extremely wet and
ready pussy.

"Honey that was wonderful; are you OK?"

Looking up at her, his face glistening with her fluids, he smiled, put his
hands on her breasts and in one fluid motion entered her up to the hilt.

Sucking in a deep breath she hissed, "God I love that! I can never get enough
of you inside me."

She leaned forward offering first one nipple and then the other for him to
bite and suck; all the time moving her well-trained body back and forth along
his entire length. When she felt that he was close, Ang sat up, pressed him
down against the mattress and clenched her muscles around him to delay his
climax. She saw him wince with pain, released her grip and, after a few
moments, resumed her movements. She did this two more times, each time feeling
small orgasms ripple through her body. As she commenced again, she knew she
could no longer postpone the inevitable. She saw the look in his eyes,
silently pleading for her to let him cum. As they both approached the point of
no return, Ang sat back, but instead of pinching off his approaching orgasm,
she used her internal muscles to milk his over-stimulated cock.

Pulling her arms up in a double bicep pose, expanding her chest to its
maximum, she whispered: "Cum for your muscle goddess."

Paul couldn't take any more. He started groaning as he erupted within her; his
upper body jerking off the bed with each spasm.

"Uh, uh, uh," was all that came out of his mouth; he felt as if he was being
turned inside out.

Angel, feeling him cum within her, suddenly was hit with her second powerful
orgasm. She sat motionless, luxuriating in the absolute bliss she was sensing
throughout her body. When the feelings finally subsided she collapsed next to
him, pulling his body close to her in a loving embrace and they both drifted
off to sleep.

Sometime during the night, she felt him gently get up and leave the bed,
returning a few minutes later.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you; I guess I got a little carried away."

"You have nothing to be sorry about; that was the most exciting and wonderful
experience of my life. I love you so much."

They kissed, hugged each other, reversed positions, and she fell asleep in his
arms.

Chapter 6

After the honeymoon, they settle in to married life. Paul gave up his
apartment and moved his things, mostly computer equipment and manuals, into
the office which he now shared with Angel. Because his schedule fluctuated
with the whims of his clients, he often only saw her for brief periods of time
other than when the both finally made it into bed. One morning however, they
were both in the office, each working at their own computer and each having a
miserable time.

"Ooooo, this bookkeeping program drives me crazy," Angel said, slamming both
hands on the desk in frustration. "It's slow, hard to use, and so outdated
that I'm afraid to get a new computer because I've heard that it won't work
with the new Windows operating system."

"I know what you mean; that's what I've been dealing with for the last couple
of years; and now with Y2K less than two years away, I'm afraid I'm going to
lose a lot of my work to newer and better systems."

"Paul, I been thinking. You've been working awfully hard lately, we've been
seeing less and less of each other, and you don't seem to be really happy with
your job. Why don't you just give up all of your clients?"

"If I don't have any clients, how am I going to make any money?"

"We don't need your money. I know we really haven't talked about finances yet,
and haven't filed our first joint tax return, but I make plenty of money for
the both of us."

Paul was skeptical, and he said so. He knew the place was always pretty
crowded, but how much could she actually be making after paying all the bills?

"Honey," Angel replied, "this place is a cash cow. My profit on food is a
little over fifty percent and my profit on beer and liquor is over seventy
percent. My labor costs are low because the customers pay a lot of payroll
costs through their tips. The entertainers, of which I'm one, receive most of
their pay from the customers in tips. My biggest expense is the insurance. I
own the building; the bar pays a hefty rent, which more than covers any
expenses, and we basically live rent free, not to mention our other costs of
living that flow through the bar as well."

"But Ang, what would I do? I can't just sit around here doing nothing all
day."

"I was getting to that. When you're not taking care of any specific needs of
mine -- if you know what I mean -- why don't you write and design a new
bookkeeping program? Something that the typical small business owner could
use; something that could be bought right off the shelf, installed by the
user, and most importantly, could be used on the new PCs using Windows."

"I've taken a couple of seminars on the new Windows program, but I really
don't know that much about accounting and bookkeeping."

"I could help you with that; you could use our businesses as the basic
framework and you could ask my accountant for his input on any technical
questions."

"Ang, I may not be able to bring in any revenue for a year or more; and there
still is the question of marketing my program. Will we have enough to live
on?"

"Paul, I didn't want to have to tell you, but I guess you'll find out about it
anyway at some point. I bring in more money in a month than you do in a year."

Paul looked at her, too stunned to speak; then turned and left the room.

"Shit!" Angel said as she got up and followed him.

"This is why I never told you; I knew you would react this way."

"Ang, how am I supposed to feel? You just told me that I'm basically
worthless. I grew up believing that the man was the bread-winner in the
family. That it was his job to support his family and it was the woman's role
to be supportive and nurturing. I know that times have changed; that women are
now in the workforce and rightfully demanding equal pay, with no limitations
to advancement. But this is different; I'm not holding up my end of the
bargain and I don't know if I can live with that."

"Paul, listen to me; if your program becomes a success, you'll make more money
than I ever will. But if it doesn't, I don't care; as long as you tried that's
all that's important. You've already done more for me than you can imagine. I
was broken emotionally; I was damaged goods. I never thought there was anyone
who could love me for who I am... for what I had to be. Then you came along
and changed my life. You loved me. With all my faults, with my need to be in
control, and even looking and acting the way I do, you've always loved me.
That's all I ever need from you. And if your company never gets off the
ground, then you'll just have to assume the role of being supportive and
nurturing."

She stood in front of him, their size differential never more apparent, lifted
him into a loving embrace and said, "Please Paul, I love you and need you;
please don't feel this way."

"I'll try Ang. I love you, too."

The next day Paul sent out a letter to each of his clients, informing them
that they had thirty days to find a new computer guy. He thanked them for
their business and promised to complete any unfinished projects before the end
of the month.

Over the next thirty days Paul watched as his work load disappeared until he
had only one project left to finish. Coincidentally, it was for the
electronics distribution company down the street. On Friday after five he
delivered and installed his final project for the company. After he determined
that everything was running smoothly, he cleaned out his desk and packed his
things into his car. Looking back, Paul sighed with relief and proceeded to
drive the short distance back home.

He hadn't realized that the job had taken as long as it had; when he pulled up
to the front of the bar he found the parking lot completely full. There were
even cars parked on the street. Fortunately his reserved spot behind the
building was empty. Normally he would have gone right up stairs and watched a
little TV before going to bed, but tonight he thought to himself:

'I'm going to have a beer or two in celebration of the start of my new project
and the close out of my old one -- and I'll finally get to catch Angel's act.
I wonder what she does on stage.'

Although the place was packed, he managed to find a single seat at the bar.
Paul was sitting between two groups of guys who were so busy hooting and
hollering at the current dancer he didn't think they even knew or cared that
he had invaded their turf. Dave came over and Paul said he'd have his usual
draft beer. As he drew Paul's pint he said, "I'm glad you're here; Ang will be
on in about twenty minutes and wait until you see her latest stage show, I
think it's her best ever."

Paul finished his first beer and was half way through his second when the
music went off, the lights dimmed, and a voice boomed from the overhead
speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present for your entertainment the one, the only...
Angel."

The place erupted; guys cheering and pounding on the bar and the tables behind
him. He looked around the room and noticed that there were several groups of
women scattered in with the mostly male crowd.

After a few moments, Angel stepped out from behind the curtain and onto the
elevated stage in the center of the room. She looked magnificent, dressed in
the black baby-doll pajamas that he had seen her buy at Victoria's Secret, and
black stiletto heels. She was strutting around the perimeter of the stage
giving each patron sitting at the bar a wink and her sexiest smile. When she
was almost in front of him, she paused, smiled and blew Paul a kiss. That got
him acknowledged by the guys sitting on either side. He was on the receiving
end on two playful punches in the arm.

"Thank you" she said after she returned to her starting point at the back of
the stage.

"For those of you who are new to Angel Heaven, or have not seen me before,
welcome. I am not your typical stripper/dancer, as you can plainly see. One:
in heels, I stand six feet seven inches tall. Two: I weigh two hundred and
twenty seven pounds. Three: my measurements are fifty-two -- with a C cup;
twenty six, thirty five. And finally," she smiled as she said, "I don't dance
very well."

The place was eerily quiet; she was a master at playing to the crowd. She
hesitated until the last possible second before the crowd could get restless,
then, reaching up, untied her top and let it fall to the floor.

The guys started cheering and whistling, as she started her posing routine.
She morphed from a double bicep pose to a lat spread, to a single bicep, to a
pose with her hands behind her head, featuring her chiseled eight-pack abs.
All the time she was moving around the stage, giving each side a close up of
her unbelievable body.

She moved to the center of the stage, just under the rings that hung from the
ceiling and looking around the crowd said,

"You know, my muscles aren't just for show; watch."

Kicking off her heels, Angel leaped up, grabbed hold of the rings, let her
arms relax until she was completely still, and then slowly pulled herself up
until her head was even with the rings. She smoothly reversed her grip, then
muscled herself up until her arms were completely straight. She held that
position for a few moments until the rings were completely still and then ever
so slowly lowered her body by moving her arms directly out to the side.

Paul had watched enough of gymnastics during the Olympics to know that this
move was called an Iron Cross and required a tremendous amount of arm and
shoulder strength. She held that pose for about thirty seconds and then lifted
her legs until they were perpendicular to her body. Angel smiled at her
audience, winked and did a couple of leg splits, giving the guys directly in
front of her a great view of paradise, just barely covered by her g-string.
Holding her legs in that position she lowered herself out of the Iron Cross
and began a series of chin-ups, making them seem effortless. Finally, with her
arms fully extended again, she lifted her legs up and over her head, until she
was facing the stage floor, with her body extended straight out parallel to
the floor. She smiled, did a quick somersault and landed with a thud onto the
stage in a perfect dismount.

Angel slid her feet back into the shoes and strutted around the stage again,
this time she paused every couple of feet in order to flex her quads or her
calves. In those stiletto-heeled shoes, her magnificent legs were already
huge. In front of some of the more vocal guys she turned and gave them an up
close view of her unbelievably solid ass as she flexed first one glute and
then the other.

When she returned to the center of the stage, Dave threw her a soccer ball,
which she tossed to one of the larger guys at the bar saying, "Try to squeeze
it until it breaks. Come on you're not trying hard enough."

After a couple of minutes, he gave up and tossed it back to her, his red face
a testament as to how hard he was trying.

"Don't be embarrassed; it's not easy."

She walked around the bar again bouncing the ball as she continued, "I know a
lot of you guys -- and some of you ladies -- hold secret dreams within you
wishing to be held in a lover's embrace against this magnificent body of mine.
You should be more careful what you wish for."

She stood tall at center stage, placed the ball between her breasts crossing
her arms over it, and began to hug it against her chest. Angel's arms bulged,
her lats expanded to their max, and then there was a loud POP. She opened her
arms and the now completely-deflated ball fell to the floor.

Dave threw her another ball. This time she walked over to the other side of
the bar and tossed it to another

guy, who tried to imitate her. After a minute, he too gave up and tossed it
back to her.

Angel walked around the stage once again, speaking in a low and sexy voice to
the spell-bound crowd.

Bouncing the ball, Angel spoke directly to the guys she had earlier given such
a splendid view of her barely covered pussy.

"I know some of you had thoughts that you'd like to get me on my back and
climb up between my legs, or maybe just engage in a little oral activity.
Again you should be very careful what you wish for."

Angel sat down center stage and lay back, with her legs in the air and spread
wide apart directly in front of them. She placed the ball between her muscular
thighs and began panting and moaning with feigned desire.

"Yes, yes; oh that's it... that's so good. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

All during her fantasy, her legs squeezed the ball harder and harder until she
screamed out in her imaginary moment of ecstasy... and 'POP!' the ball
suddenly completely deflated.

Paul sat on his stool, only he could truly appreciate just how dangerous to
your health going down on Ang could be. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat,
trying to adjust the massive erection that her act was giving him.

"I have one final demonstration of the power that my body can exert over you
poor overmatched men."

Reaching out to Dave, she took from him what looked like a large iron bar. She
made a point of dropping it onto the stage. It hit the floor with a load clang
and seemed to bounce from end to end several times before it came to rest. She
picked it up and handed it to a couple of tough looking guys for them to
examine.

"What I have here is a five-foot length of half-inch iron re-bar. They use it
in construction for reinforcing concrete floors and walls. Gentlemen, does it
look like the real thing? Do you think you could bend it?"

They said that it was indeed genuine re-bar and both of them, after trying
their hardest, indicated that they could not bend it and handed it back to
her.

"Thank you. Now I'd like to tell you a little story.

You could have heard a pin drop as she began her tale.

"A few years ago, I was asked out on a date by this real good looking guy. We
went out to dinner and a movie. Although the guy was really hot, I just
couldn't see myself going out with him again. He was a totally obnoxious,
self-centered bore, who kept trying to feel me. I spent half of the movie
fending off his wandering hands."

She paused telling her story and taking the bar by the ends placed it behind
her neck. Angel widened her stance until she looked like a marble statue and,
with her arms and back bulging, her hands started to move forward, bending the
bar until it looked like a wide mouthed 'u'. Then she continued her story.

"After the movie, he told me he wanted to show me something. I tried to
politely tell him that I really had to get home, but he insisted that it would
only take a few minutes. He drove me to a construction site that his company
was working on. It was a thirty-story office building, the tallest structure
in the area. He drove to the security gate, handed the guard something, and
drove around the back of the building, parking next to the construction
elevator."

Angel stopped her story once again and moved the bar so she was holding it in
front of her, with the bend facing upwards. She pressed her hands towards one
another, her chest expanding to its maximum, until she had the ends of the bar
practically touching each other. She was a master showman, and had the entire
audience hanging on every word.

"He gets out of the car and tells me that he wants to show me the view from
the top floor. Now I'm curious to see just where he thinks this date is
headed, so I get out of the car and follow him into the elevator. We take it
up to the top floor; there are no walls, just a bare concrete floor. The view
was spectacular. When I had seen enough I turned around; there he stood his
shirt off, a blanket spread at his feet, fumbling with his belt and the
buttons of his jeans. Of course I knew where he was heading, but I wanted no
part of him and told him so. He called me a cock tease and a few other names
which only got me angrier. I walked up to him and without warning, threw my
arms around his chest and began to squeeze. I had his arms trapped in my bear
hug and my head tucked under his chin. There was no way he was going to
escape. I held him off the ground, not letting him breathe. I watched as he
turned purple, desperately trying to fill his lungs, until he suddenly went
limp in my arms - just like that poor soccer ball. I held him for a few more
moments until I was sure he was out and then placed him on the blanket."

She reversed her grip on the now completely bent re-bar and, with her arms
pumped full of blood, began to pull the ends of the bar across and away from
each other. As she did, she turned to give each person in the crowd a great
view of the bar yielding to her strength.

"I spotted a pile of re-bar next to one of the support columns and decided to
give him something to remember me by. I pulled his pants and boxers down past
his knees and retrieved one of the bars. I bent the bar exactly as I've just
done here. I took the bent bar, placed his cock and balls in the hole at the
bottom and carefully, because I didn't want to cause any permanent damage,
proceeded to bend the bar like this."

Angel continued to bend the bar until the loop made by the bent bar was barely
three inches wide; she looked up at the crowd and finished her story. Now she
was playing to the group of guys seated around the bar.

"I had his cock and balls trapped. I could have caused serious damage if I
continued, but I just wanted to teach him a lesson that he would never forget.
So I pulled the ends just a little more until I was sure the only way to get
it off was to bend it the other way. I laid the ends of the bar on his chest
and, just as he started to regain consciousness, I knelt down and whispered in
his ear. 'Don't you ever call me again. And I think you would be smart not to
tell anyone who did this to you.' I stood and turned towards the elevator.
Trying in vain to spread the bar off of his genitals, he shouted at me, 'You
can't leave me like this. How am I going to get this off?' 'You should have
thought of that before you tried to force yourself on me. Don't worry, I'll be
nice. I'll tell the guard where you are before I leave.' I closed the gate of
the elevator and left him there."

Angel stood looking around the room into the eyes of the guys now sitting very
uncomfortably around the bar.

"What a dilemma; there was no way he was going to spread that bar apart. I
doubt that the guard could have helped him by himself without causing him an
extreme amount of pain. The only way he was going to get that bar off of him
was to have two strong people push the ends towards one another at the same
time until he could free himself. I wonder if he told them that it was a woman
that did that to him. How embarrassing that must have been."

With that she dropped the bar to the floor, picked up the bills that had been
thrown on the stage by her appreciative fans, and prepared to leave the stage.
Suddenly, just as applause was beginning, she heard shouting and saw an
altercation break out between two customers. Normally she would have let Dave
or the bouncer take care of it, but to her shock and dismay Paul was involved.
The guy who had been seated to Paul's left was on his feet; he had a handful
of Paul's shirt and his fist was cocked, ready to punch Paul in the mouth. He
had his back to the stage and did not see Angel approach the edge of the stage
standing directly behind him.

"I would think long and hard before you hit him." Angel's voice boomed over
the din of the crowd, which suddenly got deathly quiet again. "That's my
husband and if you harm him in any way, you will not leave here standing up.
In fact, I have a re-bar bow tie up here and I'm sure I can make it fit around
your pathetic cock and balls."

The guy, realizing who was talking and what she was threatening to do,
released Paul immediately and lowered his hands to his sides.

"A very wise and healthy choice. Now I want you and your friends to leave and
don't come back here until you can show your fellow patrons some respect.
Dave, I'll take care of their tab."

Not needing any more encouragement, the four guys rushed for the door.

Bending down, she asked across the small intervening space, "Paul, are you
OK?"

Paul nodded his head visibly shaken by the experience.

"Good. Why don't you go upstairs now and wait up for me. I have a couple of
things I want to do down here after I get cleaned up and changed. We'll talk
later."

Paul got off his stool, threw down a five on the bar for Dave, and started to
walk towards the back door. As he walked he could feel the gaze of everyone he
passed. He looked into their faces; some of the men looked at him with a sense
of awe and respect, others with a look that bordered on pity.

Chapter 7

Paul sat in his favorite easy chair in the living room. On the table next to
him was a half empty glass of scotch; the ice cubes had melted long ago. He
had finally calmed down enough so that he could go over in his mind the events
of early this evening.

He had come to the bar tonight to celebrate the completion of one journey and
beginning of a new one. He had been awe-struck at the show that Angel had put
on. Knowing that this was the woman that he woke up next to every morning made
it that much better. And then there was the fight, or more realistically the
shouting match. She had saved him from a beating through intimidation alone.
Was he really man enough for this Amazon of a woman? Would she stay with him,
be satisfied with someone like him, or was he just kidding himself?'

He heard the key in the door and the sound of her boots entering the kitchen.
The door closed and he heard Angel's voice.

"Paul; Paul, where are you?"

"Here in the living room," he replied.

He heard her footsteps as she walked across the kitchen, down the hall and
entered into the room. She had showered and changed into her usual working
attire: an Angel Heaven tee-shirt, boot-cut jeans, and her western boots. She
walked over to where he was sitting, leaned over and kissed him gently on the
lips.

Eying the half empty glass she softly said, "That shook you up quite a bit
didn't it? Do you mind telling me how it started?"

She took a seat on the sofa, pulled her boots off and put her legs up onto the
coffee table.

"I was sitting there, totally enthralled by your performance, when I overheard
the guy next to me start making comments about you and your act."

"What did he say?"

Paul hesitated, uncomfortable at the thought of repeating what he had heard.

"It's OK, you can say it. I'm a big girl, I can take it; it's not like I never
heard bad stuff said about me before."

"At first he just said that it must be a trick of some kind, no woman could be
that strong. I told him it was no trick, that I knew for a fact that you were
amazingly strong. He just ignored me and continued to comment to his friends.
Later, during your story, one of his friends said he wouldn't mind getting a
piece of you. That got a series of insulting remarks in reply. He said that he
wouldn't be caught dead with a woman like you, that you were probably a lousy
fuck; that it would probably be like fucking a guy. In fact, he said that was
the only way he would fuck you, is like a dog, from behind and up your ass. At
that point I told him to keep his comments to himself. He just glared at me
and turned back to watch the end of the show. When you finished, one of his
friends said that he still wanted you. The guy told him that he didn't have a
chance in hell of fucking you; 'besides,' he said, 'she's probably a
rug-munching dyke lesbian anyway. No self-respecting man would want to be seen
with someone like her.' I lost it at that point and shouted at him to shut the
fuck up. He turned to me and told me to mind my own fucking business, grabbed
my shirt, and I thought I was dead. That's when you came to my rescue."

"Paul, that's so sweet. You stood up to a guy that was bigger and stronger
than you in defense of my honor."

She paused for effect. Then her face darkened, her eyebrows grew together, and
she continued:

"What were you thinking? You could have been seriously hurt by someone like
that, especially when you both have been drinking. Promise me that you will
never do anything like that again. You are a lover, not a fighter, remember
that. I don't need you to defend my honor from someone like that. Who cares
what they think about me; about us? I just want you healthy and in one piece.
I know that it's tough hearing people say stupid things like that about things
and people that they know nothing about. But that's their opinion and they
have the right to express it. The best thing that you can do is just walk
away. This business draws some very nasty people and I don't want to find you
in the parking lot beaten half to death or worse, all because you thought that
defending my honor was your obligation or the manly thing to do. Please
promise me that you'll do as I ask."

"I'll try."

Standing, Angel walked over until she stood towering over him; reaching over
to the table, she picked up

his glass and drained it and then picked him up, threw him over her shoulder,
and headed for their bedroom.

"You're coming with me; I get horny after doing my act, especially when I do
it in front of the man I love."

Epilog

Paul and Ang celebrated their tenth anniversary by taking a second honeymoon.
It was hard to believe that it had been ten years.

Paul had worked on his bookkeeping and accounting software for nearly a year
before he had a product that he felt was good enough for the public. He had
spent many hours picking the brains of Ang and her accountant and was able to
give them almost everything they wanted in an easy to use, off the shelf
program for small businesses. Angel Heaven was the first company to use the
package. Paul also gave it to the accounting firm, who used it not only for
their own business, but also for many of their small business clients.

Marketing the product was the big obstacle. Paul knew he had a great product,
but how was he going to get other companies to buy it. It was their accountant
that actually provided the solution. He suggested that Paul try to sell his
program to one of the large software houses. Paul got a booth at one of the
annual trade shows and demonstrated his program for anyone who would listen.
On the last day of the show he was approached by a representative of a
relatively small company; although it was one hundred times as large as his
own. They were very interested in his program and wanted to have further
discussions with him.

A month later, along with his attorney and accountant, he sat across from the
president of the company along with his representatives, and they hammered out
a deal that was favorable to both parties. The company agreed to purchase his
software for one hundred thousand dollars and would pay Paul a licensing fee
for the next ten years: one dollar for every copy or license for its use that
they sold. A year later that company was bought out by an even bigger company
which specialized in off the shelf programming that could be used by the
average person. His program was incorporated into their existing program suite
and his deal continued. The next year his royalty check was in excess of one
million dollars, and through careful marketing and innovative improvements
sales grew exponentially, and so did his revenue.

Angel retired from performing. At the age of forty she said she was too old
and that no one wanted to see her nearly naked body any more. Of course Paul
disagreed. She still owned and managed the bar, and had brought in several
muscular strippers to take her place. She still practiced her act as part of
her daily work out. On more than one occasion Paul has been treated to a very
private -- and extra special -- performance. These performances never involve
re-bar or soccer balls; there's no need. Paul is fully aware of the awesome
power she possesses. Each time a naked Paul becomes an integral part of her
act, which always ends in their mutual satisfaction.

The End

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