Workplace Safety
By Afteros, afterfivetimes@gmail.com
A handsome and successful man has a body-to-body collision with his female co-worker, and gets the worst of it.


My name is John, and I am the head of human resources department in the
company I work in. It's a rather large company with hundreds of employees and
many facilities all over the state. I started working there five years ago.
Because of the complexity of company's operations, it's my task to recruit the
best possible people and create a business environment that works like a
clock. And I must say, I'm very good at it. We are the most successful company
in the state in our field of work, which means I'm doing a good job in
recruiting people with great amount of knowledge and skills.

I'm also a very handsome man. I am 32 years old, 6 feet tall, and I weigh 190
pounds. I go to the gym regularly, I eat right, and it shows. The weights I
lift are pretty heavy. I am not huge like a bodybuilder, but I have reasonably
large muscles and I am big compared to the average guy.

Because of my success and my good looks, I'm very popular among women. Almost
all female employees in the company are attracted to me. They are all trying
to get me – help staff, personal assistants, executives... With my status and
looks, I never had a problem getting a girlfriend, so I tend to avoid
relationships with co-workers. I don't want business to suffer if things on
the emotional level go the wrong way.

I must say that a lot of our female staff look great. They dress attractively,
usually in tight business suits or skirts, with high-heeled shoes or boots.
Because of their fitted clothes, I can see their curves pretty well. We have a
lot of women in their 20s and 30s, and many of them are into some type of
physical training. Working out made their bodies look very fit and athletic.

Their muscles aren't just for show, either. I found that out a short while ago
in my encounter with one of the hot, sturdy employees. Here's how it happened.

It was Monday morning. The company management had scheduled a special meeting
with employees on Thursday, so I had a lot of work to do to. I was sitting in
my office preparing my material and I felt a bit sleepy, so I went to the
break room to get coffee. It is a very large room, with a coffee vending
machine in the middle, and tables and chairs placed at the corners. Everyone
in the company was busy getting ready for the meeting, so the room was empty.
I approached the coffee machine and, with my back turned to the door, I
pressed the button. After a minute, my espresso was ready so I squatted down
to pick it up. From the squatting position I abruptly jerked backwards, not
expecting anyone behind me. I didn't even manage to turn around completely
when I hit my shoulder against something firm and solid. The blow sent me
flying through the air right beside the coffee machine, and I landed on the
floor eight or nine feet away.

"Oh my God, John! Are you okay?" said a female voice with a slightly panicking
tone.

It took me a few seconds to regain my senses. I was lying on my back with my
elbows pressed to the floor, and then I saw Brooke, a 29 year old health and
safety adviser. She kneeled down beside me and she had a worrisome look on her
face. She was dressed in a closely fitted grey dress pants and white shirt,
and she had black shoes on with four inch heels.

"John, are you okay?" she repeated. "Can you talk?"

"Yes... I think so," I answered slowly. I was a little dizzy and I felt pain
in my shoulder, but I didn't want to complain.

"Are you able to stand up?" she asked.

"I am," I said, but I really wanted to stay down for a few more minutes.

"Let me help you," she said. She placed her hands under my armpits and stood
up, lifting me easily off the floor. She carefully placed me on my feet. I was
unstable, so she was still holding me firmly with both hands.

"You are shaking, you should sit down for a while," she said. "Are you sure
you're okay? Do you want me to get a doctor?"

"No, I'm fine," I said. "I'm probably dizzy because you pulled me up so
rapidly." She was standing very close to me, so I looked at her face. With her
heels on, she was only slightly shorter than me. She was very beautiful. Her
hair fell on her shoulders, and her big eyes gazed at mine, wondering whether
I'm okay or not.

"I really think you should sit down," she said. She moved to my left, wrapped
her right arm around my back, and she placed my left arm across her shoulders.
"Let's get you to a chair and I'll bring you a glass of water." With that, she
lifted me and brought me to where the tables are. She then placed me on a
chair. I drank some water, and after a few minutes I felt better.

"What happened?" I asked, still feeling confused.

"It was my fault," said Brooke. "You probably didn't hear me come in because
the coffee machine was too loud. I approached you and I was just about to say
hello, but you suddenly turned around and bumped into me. I should have let
you know I was standing there."

"I bumped into you?" I said quizzically. "I feel like I got hit by a train.
Did I hit you too roughly?"

"No, I barely felt it," she answered. "You hit me in the stomach with your
shoulder. Sort of like when you're trying to break down a door."

"That's strange," I said. "You were standing still when I bumped into you and
yet you didn't move one inch while I ended up on the other side of the room.
How's that possible?"

"Well, that's because of my training." she smiled.

"What training?"

"I play football in the LFL. My main duty in the game is to block opponents
and obstruct their path with my body."

She was standing in front of me so I took a good look at her. She was
voluptuous and muscle-bound. Her thighs were as big as mine. Her upper body
was also large, and despite having a somewhat smaller frame than me, she gave
off the impression of being the stronger one. Still, she looked very sexy and
feminine.

I remember Brooke from the time we hired her three years ago, and I don't
think she had this much muscle at the time. Her job in health and safety
department required her to travel a lot, so we didn't see each other that
frequently. She was at the office that week because of the important meeting
we were about to have. Being on the road frequently, she must've used hotel
gyms during her field work. You don't get a body like hers unless you work out
all the time and follow a strict diet. "What a sexy bitch," I thought. She
noticed I was checking her out and she smiled.

"Wow, your opponents must be bouncing off of you just like I did," I said.

"Not exactly," she said jovially. "They don't fall down that easily."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, don't get me wrong, but they wouldn't be very good at football if they
can get thrown off their feet with such ease. I mean, you fell down on the
floor and I didn't even try to hit you. In football, I really have to strike
hard if I want to knock-down my opponents. And I don't always succeed,
sometimes it's me who ends up falling down."

"Are you saying that I'm weak?"

"No, no, not at all. You're not weak, you are obviously stronger than the
average person, but football players are very strong. You can't compare your
strength to someone who plays such a rough sport."

"Yeah, but it's a women's football. How serious can it be?"

"Oh, it's very serious. You should come and see us if you don't believe me. It
wouldn't take more than five minutes for you to see what girls are capable of.
It's best seen when we practice, the force and agility we demonstrate on our
training sessions is absolutely breathtaking. Even our rookie players are much
stronger than anyone who isn't a professional athlete, man or woman."

"Wow, really?"

"Yes, and not only that. Some of us are even stronger than many men who ARE
athletes. Some guys who play sprint football tried to play against us, and
trust me, they didn't feel very good afterwards. We tackled them so hard that
we left them all bruised and battered. They were recovering for days."

"That's amazing. How strong you girls are, exactly?"

"Well, it's hard to say. To give you an example, let's say you run into me
with full speed and hit me with all of your strength. You still wouldn't be
able to move me, and that would be only the half of the strength we use in
football when we smash into each other." Brooke was saying these things with
such ease, like physical superiority of women over men is the most common
thing in the world. She then noticed that my ego was getting blown to pieces.

"But you shouldn't feel bad about it," she said, trying to console me. "I'm in
a different league. The toughness and stamina of a football player is far
greater than of a person who works out only for health and good looks, like
you do." She didn't do a good job in comforting me.

"You really wouldn't want to experience the blows I receive on the field," she
continued. "Judging by what just happened, you would be out of the game after
only one contact. Come to think of it, it's pure luck nothing happened to you
when you crashed into me. I could have gotten you seriously hurt." I could
tell by the way she spoke that she was genuinely concerned for my well-being.
"Maybe she likes me?" I thought.

"But it's good that you work out," Brooke added. "Your muscles saved you from
getting injured."

"How did you become so strong?" I asked her. "You go to the gym, do you?"

"I go to the gym, but mostly when I travel. Otherwise I tend to avoid crowded
public gyms," she said. "I like to keep my training versatile, I do all sorts
of stuff. I do CrossFit whenever I can, especially during off-season. The
reason I train is to gain strength, I don't really like regular gym exercises
because they are primarily designed for building muscle. CrossFit has proven
to be far more effective strength-wise. Although muscles inevitably come as
the result."

"How much can you lift?" I asked.

"I can lift more than two hundred pounds over my head," Brooke said. "And with
one hundred fifty, I do it for reps. I can squat with about four hundred
pounds."

"Well, I guess that settles it," I admitted reluctantly. "You sure are
stronger than the boys. Certainly stronger than this boy." She smiled at my
remark.

It all made perfect sense, actually. She and her teammates train very hard,
and the intensity of their training goes far beyond my abilities. Besides, the
girls who opt for football need to be naturally strong in the first place.

"I also go to a boxing gym frequently," she added. "I spar with men only, and
now I'm one of the best fighters there. Very few guys can stand against me.
Boxing increases strength and endurance significantly." I imagined her boxing
and I was scared at the thought of how badly her fists would have messed me up
in a one on one fight.

"Once again, I'm so glad you're okay," she said, cleverly changing the subject
which caused my embarrassment. "And I sincerely apologize. Will you let me
make it up to you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I have a game on Saturday, so I was thinking you could come and watch me,"
she said. "And afterwards, we could have dinner somewhere. My treat!" She
smiled seductively. I was mesmerized by her beauty. This stunning woman, who
has just proven to be twice as strong as me, asked me out on a date. I was
very aroused, but luckily I was sitting down so the bulge in my pants was not
that obvious.

I didn't know what to do, honestly. I wanted to say yes so badly, but at the
same time my male pride, or what's left of it, couldn't accept a date with a
woman so much stronger than me. At least not right away.

"What do you say?" she asked, breaking the silence that was becoming
uncomfortable.

"I... I have a very busy weekend," I stuttered. "I don't know if I can fit
that in my schedule."

"Oh, come on, surely you can fit me in there," she said and winked. She
reached for her pocket. "Here's my card. The game starts at eight, so if you
manage to find time, just let me know, okay?"

"Fine," I said, trying to look confident. I don't think I did, though. Despite
acting kind and polite towards me, Brooke was the dominant one. She was the
epitome of an Alpha female, and I felt so small in her presence.

"And what an irony this is!" she said. "I am the person assigned to make this
a safe environment, but I just did the opposite. Can you imagine the headline:
Man injured at work by health and safety adviser!" We both laughed at that
joke. She was funny, I like it when a woman has a sense of humor.

"Bye for now, handsome, I'll be seeing you," she said. She smiled playfully,
turned around and walked away. She moved slowly and graciously, letting me see
her perfectly formed butt and V shaped back.

I went to see her game on Saturday, and she played great. Her opponents didn't
exactly bounce off of her like I did, but she managed to fight them off. She
looked amazing in that skimpy outfit LFL players wear.

Other girls on the field looked impressive, too. Never before have I seen so
many sexy women built like tanks. I was able to witness how strong and tough
they are. I really wouldn't dare to play football with them, or any other
sport that involves physical contact. One hit from any of these ladies and I
would probably end up in hospital.