Part I.  The Evictors
by Tryceps, Tricepps@hotmail.com
 

 My name is Chris and I've got the best job in the world.  I EVICT people! 
 Another day, another job!  Louie and I, are heading over to the next row 
 house to pull the furniture out of.  When will these people learn!  You have 
 to pay your rent, or else!  We like this kind of work.  It builds up our 
 bodies hard and ripped.  It's even nicer if the tenant is in the apartment 
 when we get there.  Then, instead of just moving their furniture out, we get 
 to do a little ass-kickin'.  Sometimes we even got a little something on the 
 side, if there was an uncooperative lady about!
 
 Hmmm…the address on this is kind of hard to read.  Is that 309, or 307 
 Cherry St?  It must be a 7.  As we head over to 307 Cherry St., we pass two 
 drunks partying it up on the steps of 309, not thinking that we might have 
 the wrong building.  Gee…If only the address had been easier to read.
 
 Heading up to 309 we stomped up the steps.  We each had on tight muscle 
 shirts and jeans.  Tattoos dance across our upper arms and the mountains of 
 muscle bounced up and down.  We flexed out lats out as we stepped up to the 
 door.  We each weighed in excess of 200 lbs and stood a good 6 feet tall 
 with large barrel chests.  Our hair was long and unkempt. We sported goatees 
 to provide a very menacing look.  The knocker was a big thing with the 
 initials MF pressed into the steel. A thought passed absurdly through my 
 head: The initials almost seem like they were pressed BY HAND as if the 
 steel were putty. Silly.
 
 We,of course, first attempt to be civilized.  We took the MF knocker and 
 WHAM WHAM WHAM.  We waited one good short minute.  A smile came to Louie's 
 face.  Time to show the neighbors you don't want to be late with your rent!  
 He backed up to the top of the stairs.  Quick as a Tiger he met the door, 
 the wood and steel buckling under the pressure of his large solid shoulder.  
 KABAM!  The door almost seemed to crumpled at the sight of Louie's huge 
 body.  Lou and I entered the row house.
 
 "Hello", we scream.  Nobody answers.
 
 "Oh well…no ass-kicking today" mumbles Louie.  The house is loaded with all 
 sorts of nice things.  Not your normal eviction.  You'd think this person 
 could pay their rent!  There are two pianos, a huge big screen TV, bookcases 
 of books, a huge, heavy sofa.  In the back room there is a small set of 
 weights.
 
 "HA…hope this dude comes back.  He probably thinks he's hot shit with that 
 little sissy weight set in his back room!" I exclaim to Louie.
 
 Louie and I start with the heavy stuff.  The two pianos weigh a ton.  Even 
 heavy for Louie and I.  We lifted the first and put it on the dolly and 
 rolled it out to the front steps.  From there we strained with every part of 
 our body, muscles quivering in unison to lift it down the 10 concrete steps. 
   From there we set it on the lawn.  We repeated the procedure with the 
 second piano, which was even heavier than the first.  Out muscles were tense 
 and hard, so it was a relief to get to the big screen TV.  We could carry 
 that one out without the dolly, as well as the sofa.  They still required 
 the two of us, but at least we didn't have to put them on rollers.  Sweat 
 was beginning to pour through our shirts.  After a while it looked like 
 someone had sprayed us down with a hose on this hot July day in New York.
 
 Next were the books.  We had the forethought of bringing several large boxes 
 in our van and loaded these up so we could each barely handle them.  As we 
 moved the boxes from inside to out, our arm burst to their 20 inch 
 diameters, stretching our tough guy tattoos as our veins danced under our 
 tan, thin skin.  It was hard work, but we loved it.  After last of the 24 or 
 so boxes of books had been moved, we sat on the front steps, leaning back 
 with our eyes closed, absorbing the late morning sun.  It had taken 3 
 grueling hours to get all of that stuff out.
 
 The sun radiated down upon us eyes closed, feeling the power pump of our 
 masculine bodies.
 
 The radiating sun was suddenly obscured.  A shadow fell over the two of us.
 
 "LOOKS LIKE YOU BOYS HAVE MADE AN AWEFUL MISTAKE…" announced the voice…
 
 
 Part II. The Evicted
 
 Seated on the concrete steps in a forward lean my eyes were forced open by 
 the firm words of the soft, feminine voice.  As I opened my eyes, I first 
 focused on the elegant white high heels that were upon me.  Four inchers, I 
 thought as my eyes gradually lifted to the thick smooth hard calves that 
 were inches from my nose.  As I lifted my head, I noted the thick deep cuts 
 in the legs of this tanned creature, that by her voice, I knew this must be 
 a woman.  Just to the right of her mid thigh was a small round circle with 
 the initials "MF" tattooed in red and blue.  Nice legs, I think…she must be 
 a cyclist or something.  She stood over us, her hands on her hips, still 
 unable to make out the rest of her, due to the bright sun shining 
 brilliantly behind her head.  I squinted as a looked up, leaning back on the 
 steps as far as I could.
 
 Again she reiterated "You boys have made a very, very big mistake.  What the 
 hell do you think you are doing with my stuff?  And just who bashed in my 
 front door?"
 
 Louie and I looked at each other.  Then we started to laugh.  "No mistake 
 lady.  We fucked up your front door.  And we moved your shit out of this 
 here house.  Who else do you think could move all of this shit!"
 
 Louie and I stood up.  As we did, it became apparent that we were a lot 
 taller than this chick.  Even with those four-inch heels on, we toward a 
 good 5 to 6 inches above her.  As we looked down upon her I was able to get 
 a better idea of her appearance.  She stood about 5'7" with those heels on.  
 Her hair was long, brown and lovely.  Her skin was dark and had beautiful 
 brown eyes, of obvious Italian persuasion.  Her lips were thick and red.  If 
 we weren't doing a job, I'd have jumped on her in a second.  In fact, if I 
 could get her up in that house of hers before we move the bed, I might just 
 have to take advantage of her!
 
 She was wearing a light rain slicker (had the weather called for 
 thunderstorms today?) which was opened to reveal a low cut red blouse. My 
 manhood was beginning to stir as I noticed the cleavage produced by her nice 
 round breasts.  The long armed, black slicker obscured both her shoulders 
 and her arms, but I could see that her upper body was thick, in proportion 
 to her legs.
 
 She looked up at me and then at Louie.  "I don't know where you got your 
 signals crossed, but you Dickheads aren't too bright.  I assume you evict 
 people for a living.  And, I assume that you greatly enjoy your work.  Well, 
 I think that will all change today!"
 
 "Just how long did it take you sissies to move all of this stuff…Let's see, 
 I left at 9am…and you probably just finished…probably took you three hours."
 
 "Sissies?  Listen lady…you piss me and Louie off and you can kiss that tight 
 little ass of yours goodbye!", I said, secretly wanting to get into this 
 woman's pants.  Not Louie, he loved to beat up women.  It was his favorite 
 past time.
 
 "It took me 2 hours to move the whole house, boys!" stepping back from the 
 two of us, smiling that knowing smile.  She neared a couple of boxes of the 
 books.
 
 "Yeah, you and a moving company of 5 men, Bitch!" Louie said laughingly.
 
 "No…" she stared intently at us as she bent over sliding each of her hands 
 under two of the book-loaded boxes.  As she straightened up, she 
 effortlessly lifted the boxes high into the air, just above her shoulders.  
 Louie and my jaw opened wide as this cute little creature skipped up the 
 steps and into her apartment "…just ME" she announced as she walked briskly 
 though the front door, boxes in hand like they held only air…
 
 We looked at each other and then headed inside, not knowing what to expect 
 next.
 
 "How the hell did you do that, Bitch", screamed Louie.
 
 The amazingly powerful woman tossed the boxes onto a living room chair.  "My 
 friends call be Fiona, but you can call be Mighty Fem" pointing to the 
 knocker on the now broken door.
 
 Fiona continued, "Call it mind over matter, if you like.  It's the method I 
 use when I train.  I figure that no object is immovable and if I imagine 
 that it is light, then, it actually is!"
 
 "I ain't believing it…" I whispered.
 
 "Yeah..I think it's a magic trick…you a magician, lady?" said Louie.
 
 Louie walked over to the box and lifted one with a grunt, then the other, 
 perching them on his shoulders…"See, I … C..Can do it to!"  Louie quickly 
 put the boxes down so they wouldn't crash to the floor.
 
 "I'm losing my patience, boys…It seems that you evictors have decided to 
 pick on the wrong house.  Whether you believe it or not, I am not behind on 
 my rent.  You see I own this place, you dumb shits!"
 
 "Now, I believe that you boys are going to need some help getting this stuff 
 in before it rains, so I suggests a little contest, since I adore physical 
 contests…let's see who can get the most boxes in the house as quickly as 
 possible.  Since you are a little worn out, I even give you a head start.  
 If you don't agree I'll have to punish you boys, and you wouldn't want 
 that!"
 
 Louie started to move toward her, evil in his eyes.  I put my hand up to 
 stop him.  I think…let's humor this chick.  In good time I'll have my way 
 with her.
 
 "And..to the victor?" I inquire.
 
 "The usual… you can have me, if you want me…" a wink and a kiss. "But when I 
 win, I choose your punishment."
 
 "Let's get this show on the road!"  Louie and I ran out the door.
 
 Louie and I got straight to work.  Fiona, smugly confident, whipped out a 
 Virginia Slims and lit it up!  She stood and stared as we worked our asses 
 off.  Wow…this bet was gonna be easier than I thought.  I won't even have to 
 force her in to bed!
 
 Lifting, trudging, 5 boxes…huffing….10 boxes….whew…the smoking lady just 
 stood watching, confidentally taking long drags on her cigarette, smiling as 
 we trounced in and out.  At eleven boxes she had finally smoked all of her 
 cigarette and doused it with the front of her shoe.  Fiona walked outside,  
 passing us with our 10 and 11th boxes.
 
 As we walked back out to get the "winning box" Fiona was prepared.  She had 
 already magically piled the final twelve boxes in two towers of 6 boxes each 
 side by side.  She squatted down and bear hugged the twelve boxes.  With a 
 mighty grunt she lifted, her quads and calves flaring out enhanced by the 4 
 inch heels!  Expertly balancing this incredible weight, she took powerful 
 step after powerful step up the stairs, the inhuman power clearly evident in 
 each stride.  Her hair gently flowed in the breeze as the wind began to whip 
 up.  As she passed us, on the landing, I thought for sure she had done 
 herself in.  The boxes were piled too high to pass through the door.
 
 "Looks like we got a problem, gents!"..she looked back at us, readjusting 
 the boxes so she could cup the bottom of them and then proceeded to do a 
 straight-legged dead lift, smoothly lowering the boxes under the arch of the 
 broken door and back up again once they had cleared the other side!  Her 
 hamstrings quivered with lioness power as she performed this incredible feat 
 of strength.  She even let out a little moan to let us know, I guess, that 
 it wasn't as easy as she made it look!
 
 She placed the boxes gently next to ours and then put her hands on her hips 
 and her chest jutting a little further out, dominantly.  "That, men, is the 
 way us tough-ladies get things done…I WIN."
 
 "You're job now is to get that Big Screen TV in here fast!  That will 
 satisfy my portion of the bet…hurry up now, little guys…"
 
 III. Pianos
 
 Louie and I finished moving the Big Screen back in as "ordered".  I guess a 
 bet is a bet, but we were awestruck and dumbfounded by what had happened!
 
 "How about another try, guys?"  Fiona smugly asks.  "I see two pianos out 
 there!  Surely you two beefy bodies can out-move little old me."
 
 "The same rules apply…If ya beat me, ya can have me! This time, however, no 
 head start.  I've had my cigarette for the day!"
 
 Louie and I follow little Fiona out the door.  We head over to our piano.  I 
 motion to Louie to quickly grab the dolly.  We ain't playing fair this time! 
   I place the dolly on the landing.  If we can just hoist the piano up and 
 on before she sees it, then we can easily roll it in to the house and the 
 den way ahead of her.  Besides, there is NO way she'll be able to lift that 
 thing by herself!
 
 GRRRR…slowly we lift ours, step, by step  we lift…then set…lift, then set. 
 Sweat dripping, muscles screaming in agony.  Lower back tormented. 
 Concentrating so hard, we didn't notice what Fiona was doing….GRRRR…almost 
 got it up….second to the last step… last step and on to the DOLLY!  I give 
 Louie the high five!
 
 Finally looking down the stairs to the front yard in triumph, we looked for 
 Fiona and her piano, expecting a groaning struggling woman…GULP…
 
 "Where the Fuck did she go?" asked Louie…
 
 "Oh Yoo Hoo…boys…it's about time you showed up.  Now roll that thing on in 
 here."  We walked through the door, and there, sitting on the piano, legs 
 crossed, sat Fiona.
 
 "It ain't Fucking possible!!!!" We screamed in unison!
 
 "Oh it is, Dolls, it IS!"
 
 IV. The Sofa
 
 I couldn't hold back Louie this time!  In a blind rage he thrusted himself 
 at Fiona.  Neatly she sidestepped him with catlike reflexes.  Louie flew 
 past her and landed with a thud at the bottom of the concrete steps next to 
 the heavy leather sofa, the last of the furniture to be cleaned up.
 
 Fiona and I followed Louie down.  "Louie, get a hold of your self.  You saw 
 what she is capable of !"
 
 "Listen to your friend Louie, and you won't get hurt!"  She smiled at me and 
 placed her hand gently on my shoulder.
 
 Louie shook off the fall down the stairs.  His face reddened.  "No Bitch 
 gets the best of me!"  Louie again took a running leap at Fiona.  I moved 
 away, not wanting to get hit.  After all, look what he did to the steel and 
 wood front door.  Louie was getting up quit a head of steam and would 
 probably hit top speed by the time he got to Fiona.  I expected her to leap 
 again, but apparently she had a different idea.
 
 She placed her left foot slightly behind here right and stuck her stomach 
 out, pulling back her rain slicker by placing her hand on her hips, to 
 reveal her flat stomach.  I thought I detected some muscle under her tight 
 red shirt, but could not be sure.
 
 Louie came at her like a train.  Even with all that I had seen, I really 
 expected to see Fiona flying backwards following the collision, but all I 
 heard was the sickening thud of Louie's shoulder as it crunch against 
 Fiona's concrete midsection….
 
 CRUNCH!  UNGH!  Lights out.
 
 Louie lay in a heap on the sidewalk.  "Tisk Tisk…poor boy…little boys 
 shouldn't mess with Fiona, the Mighty Fem!"
 
 "Maybe you would like to see what you've been up against!"  The maiden of 
 might slowly peeled off the rain slicker.  Thick hard muscle rose from her 
 upper arms and forearms.  Her chest was a huge barrel of muscle with large 
 womanly breasts pushing even further out. Her traps were solid, yet ladylike 
 and delts also sinewy thick.  She lifted her shirt to reveal thick rock hard 
 abs that Dorian Yates could cherish.
 
 "You never had a chance, big guy", flexing her mighty arms over her prey as 
 he lay unconscious at her feet.  She looped her hand around his belt buckled 
 and curled his limp body off the ground.  His feet dragged lightly as she 
 walked his body over to the sofa and sat him down.
 
 "You boys have had a rough day." She motions for me to have a seat on the 
 sofa.  Who was I to say no?  And I was a more than a little tired!
 
 "Why don't you boys come in for a visit!"
 
 With that, Fiona squats down and slowly lifts the sofa off the ground.  "You 
 see, light as a feather…It's all in the mind as she points to her head.  
 Gulp…that means she is holding the sofa with one arm…  I ask if I can touch 
 her biceps…Fiona nods yes…So I caress the Wonder Woman's arm as she carries 
 us up into her row house…