The Test Arm wrestling I work for a courier service, and deliver drugs and other supplies to drug stores in Montgomery, AL, even though I live in Columbus, GA. I do not know anyone in Montgomery, so just had to wing it as far as making friends there. At one drug store, the pharmacist is a beautiful young blonde, about 28 years old, and 5'3" and 115 pounds, and her name is Terri. But her tech, Traci, is about 5'8", 23 years old, blonde, and about 165 pounds. After several blonde jokes when I pay my visits, Terri ask me "Don't you ever make fun of anyone but blondes?" I answer, "Well, there are too many brunettes, and I have a red-headed girlfriend who can beat me at arm wrestling, so I don't make fun of red heads." Traci walks over to me, looks at my arms, and says," Well! What does she look like? Or do you let any woman beat you?" I flex my right biceps. "Her arm is as big as mine, so not many women can beat me!", I answer. She flexes her left arm. "I can, and my arm is also as big as yours!", she returns. I have to agree with her size estimate. Her hand is large, her forearm large and cut, and her biceps are round and thick. "Impressive," I say. "But, can you arm wrestle?" Traci does not answer, but walks over to a counter and places her left arm on top. "Are you challenging me to a match?" I ask, trying to keep my fear down as I look at a large arm and her bouncing her biceps up and down. "Chicken?" she ask, a smile on her beautiful face. 'Well,' I thought to myself, 'Can't back down now.' Out of habit, I place my right arm on the table. "Your right handed, aren't you," she coos, giving me a sexy look. "OK, we will do it right handed first, then left handed, and we will see whose primary arm can beat the others weaker arm the fastest." "OK," I answer as she grabs my right hand. I almost winced as her grip power made itself known, and I could not help but watch her forearm muscles ripple as she fought to get a grip on my hand. We finally got one we both could live with, and Terri started us. The strength that slams into my arm is incredible! I hit her with everything I have, but our arms just shake. I curl my hand around, and pull with my biceps, pulling her forearm away from her upper arm, thus weakening her power. I also put my weight behind my hand to put strength and weight on her arm. this has the desired effect, as her arm slowly starts to move. She begins to moan as her large biceps get stretched, but she does not give in. After 40 seconds, I only have her halfway down (Terri is giving us time passed in 10 second increments), and I start to wonder if I would make it long enough to put her away. My arm is burning, and I know I am tiring. Her face is red as she gasp for air, and a couple of swear words escape her lips as Terri announces the one minute mark. I cannot believe she is holding me this long, but our arms have almost stopped moving. I lean back, and slam my weight into her arm at the 80 second mark, and this she cannot resist.....10 seconds later, I pin her hand on the counter. We both take a few deep breaths and rub our sore arms. "She gave you a hell of a fight, didn't she?" ask Terri. "Ye..yes," I stammer, realizing that now I will have to face her stronger left arm with my weaker arm. Traci does not do anything but give me a sexy look and sets her very muscular left arm on the counter. I know I am in trouble as we get out grip, her hand almost crushing mine. As Terri is about to start us, I concentrate on getting out of the blocks, because without a jump, I do not stand a chance. I slam into her at the start, putting her arm almost halfway down. She moans loudly at this, part at the pain she is in, and part being mad at herself for being out jumped. I feel her fingers move as she shifts her grip, and she moans again as she moves her body closer to her stressed forearm. I am pressing with all of my strength and weight, but I can not make her arm move. At the 40 second mark, her arm begins to move mine up!! I am in shock! How can this woman have this much power? By the 70 second mark, she has our arms back in the starting position. Sweat is running down her face as she takes a few deep breaths. My arm is on fire, and quite exhausted. She slams her power into me, but I manage to hang on for 20 seconds before she plants, then grinds my hand into the counter. "The times are the same!," Terri says. "It's a draw!" Traci looks a me, a predator look in her eyes. "It cannot end with a draw! If you had not out jumped me, there would not be a draw!" "What do you suggest, Traci? ask Terri. Terri thinks a few seconds, then smiles. "OK," she starts, looking at me. "You are right handed, and I am left handed. We need a test of strength that will place your strongest arm against mine." "And that is?" I ask. "A finger bender," she says. "Mercy, what ever you want to call it. Your right will be against my left, strong arm against strong arm and weak arm against weak arm!" "Yea! That will work!" says Terri, eager to see another match. "And, if she wins, no more blonde jokes, even when we mess up! Do it in the hallway, as the matches I have seen like that involved a lot of pushing." We walk out into a back hallway, about 15 feet wide, and start to lock fingers. Instead of turning our hands down, our fingers are pointing up. Terri gets us in the middle of the hall, and starts us. Tremendous power slams into my hands, and her legs begin to press very hard against mine. Our arms shoot out as our arms search for leverage, but just shake. Her legs, however, begin to push mine back, and I realize that even if I win at mercy, she will push me against the wall. Suddenly, Traci screams, and pulls our arms in front of us, our fingers still pointed up. At the same time, she really presses with her legs, driving me backwards several feet. The pain in my wrists is like an explosion, and I groan loudly and look at the ceiling. I lose concentration on my legs, and Traci pushes me almost to the wall. My knees buckle, and find myself slowly sinking to the floor, my back against the wall. I hear myself repeating "Oh, God!!" as the pain in my wrist increases as I can no longer back away from her and my knees are hitting the floor. My legs are crammed under me , my back is against the wall, and both wrists are in danger of being broken. "Do you admit the I am the stronger, superior woman, and that you will not say anything bad about blondes again?" she said. "Yessss......." I groan. "Then say it!" Traci screams. "You are the superior, stronger woman, and I will never say anything bad about a blonde again!! Just turn me loose!!" I scream, the pain unbearable. "Say please," she says. "You have him beat, Traci. Don't make him beg. Turn him loose," says Terri, feeling sorry for me. "Yes, please let me go," I beg anyway. "Please." Traci finally lets me go, and the two woman have to help me up, as my wrists are to sore and weak to pull myself up. I had to get two Ace bandages to wrap my near useless wrist up with so I could finish the day. I have never said anything bad about a blonde again, and every time Traci or Terri mess up, Traci just flexes her arms and says "Don't say it! Or I will put you on your knees again!!!" I just get out of there as fast as possible.