Gym Brute Beaten - 2




It's been a couple of months since Joyce beat up an obnoxious gym brute at her
local fitness center. The regulars at the club were happy that the big lug
left the gym and never returned.

The guy, who was nick-named Muscles, apparently joined another gym across town
and was up to his old tricks of bullying people and making loud boasts about
how much weight he was lifting. The memory of getting his ass kicked by a
woman was still with him and scarred his testosterone fueled character. He
didn't tell anyone about his humiliating experience,� but he did realize he
lost because the woman was fast. So in addition to building muscles up to 250
pounds, the big fella was taking some aerobics and boxing classes to improve
his agility. He figured there might come a day when he'd return to his old gym
and get even with the bitch who left him unconscious and naked. He knew his
new and improved body combined with agile moves would be a force to be
reckoned with.

But in the meantime,� he had a rep to re-establish in his new gym. He again,
bullied and bellowed his way onto all the apparatus. He was constantly
bragging about how much weight he was lifting. He'd saunter over to a weight
machine and give a grunt and mean look and the person on the apparatus got the
hint to move.

Quite surprisingly Muscles was not bad with his footwork in aerobics and
boxing classes. He even took up sparring in the ring and� was more than
successful in striking fear in anyone who challenged him.

The men who boxed him had trouble making a dent in his armored body. Muscles
took punches and returned fire with a power that sent some guys through the
ropes. He usually forgot the concept that it was a sparring match,� and it was
not necessary to go at full power. It got to the point that no one wanted to
get into the ring with him. Muscles chided the guys in the gym, calling them
pussies for being afraid to stand up to him.

Although Muscles, again was not the most favorite member of the gym, he did
have one friend. A little guy named Jimmy. Jimmy was about 5-6 140 pounds. He
was an obsequious little man who was constantly complimenting Muscles and
feeding his ego.

Jimmy would watch his huge friend on the weight machines and blubber, "Wow
Muscles, no one can lift as much as you." Or he would stand at ringside during
a sparring match and shout, "Atta boy Muscles, no one can stand up to your
power."

The more Jimmy complimented his Hercules-like hero, the more Muscles allowed
the little guy to tag along with him. They started going out to clubs at night
to pick up women. Most times Muscles would impress two or three ladies at the
bar with his physique and Jimmy would be the agreeable wingman, setting him up
so he could show off to the girls. After a few drinks, Muscles would make a
move and cup a young lady's ass with his huge hands. If the lady didn't object
it was the signal that she was ripe for a night of action.

One-night� Muscles and Jimmy went to a local dance club to pick up ladies with
the usual routine of grabbing backsides. Muscles wore a tight shirt that
looked like it was spray painted on. His abs showed through the cloth, and his
huge 22-inch biceps came out of short sleeves that hugged his shoulders. The
guy looked like a brick wall with a head on top as he stepped into the club
and surveyed the crowd. His friend, Jimmy, liked going out with Muscles. The
girls seemed to gravitate to his huge frame and Jimmy was glad to get the
leftover ladies that his friend didn't favor with his attention.

After about an hour of drinking and flirting with several women, Muscles saw a
long-legged beauty in a tight red miniskirt� and bright yellow halter. The
young lady had her back to Muscles, but just the sight of her firm round ass
filling out the skirt, had his testosterone pumping over time. He slowly
swaggered over to her and nonchalantly slipped his hand over her ass. He
brushed the tight skirt and could definitely feel the center area where her
cheeks dipped into an ass crack. He tried to act like it was an accidental
brush. but the perfection of the female's rear end� made him go back for
seconds and brush her bottom again. The brunette turned quickly and said
"watch it pig. The first time may have been accidental, but now you're
obviously groping."

She then turned to her blonde friend and said "Look at this freak of nature,
Joyce. He's got so many muscles he can't walk straight."

Muscles blanched when he heard the name, Joyce, and sure enough standing next
to the big brunette was the little blonde who beat him up several months ago
in the gym.

"On my God, look� who it is," Joyce laughed. "I thought you left town."

Muscles looked at the shapely 5-foot-9-inch� brunette and his blonde nemesis
standing together and chuckled. "I guess I'm wasting my time with you ladies.
It's obvious you're� a little too dykie."

Joyce snapped back, "Any woman going home with you will soon realize, she's
the one wasting her time - mister three-inch dick."

The back-and-forth� arguing was beginning to attract a crowd. Two bouncers
came over and asked if everything was okay.

Joyce answered, "Yeah it's all good. Romeo here thought he could cop a feel
off my girlfriend. But I know he's not man enough to handle any ladies."

Muscles growled "Shut the fuck up, before I slam you."

Joyce said "You want to go another round, hero. Remember the last time I
kicked your ass all over the gym."

The crowd in the club, began to chuckle in disbelief. One look at the huge
male staring down at the little blonde, made the lady's comment
incomprehensible. How could she beat this gargantuan specimen of manhood."

Jimmy piped up "Why don't you just slug her, Muscles."

"Yeah Muscles, why don't you just slug me"? mocked Joyce.

Two ladies who were showing Muscles some attention, got annoyed, and with a
jealous tone they scoffed at Joyce, "get out of here skank." The women were
obviously worried that the shapely blonde and her buxom brunette friend would
steal their hunky Muscles from them.

"Don't worry girls, I'm not interested in this overblown ball of testosterone.
He's nothing but a wimpy ass lump of shit," Joyce said.

The bar crowd couldn't believe the little woman was antagonizing the big guy,
with her trash talking. Was she nuts.

"C'mon big fella, let's show the people what you got," Joyce continued to
goad.

Muscles stepped in close to face the woman, hoping his huge frame would
intimidate her into shutting up. As he stepped forward, two bouncers came
between him and Joyce, and said "That's enough. No fighting in here. And fella
why don't leave the little lady alone."

Joyce laughed, "don't worry guys, I can handle him. He's probably thankful
you're breaking this up and saving him from an embarrassing beating."

Muscles had heard enough. He took a swing at Joyce, barely missing as she
dropped to the floor and swept his leg. Muscles fell over like an oak tree to
the shock of the crowd. The bouncers again yelled, ENOUGH and four of them
grabbed Joyce and Muscles and said take this outside.

Joyce yelled "Fine. Let's go stud. Meet me in the parking lot."

(to be cont'd)