The Lifeguard's Worst Nightmare By Joe A true story of being beaten up and robbed I found this site recently and eagerly read many stories. I never knew the extent of the male/female themes that are written about under a multitude of variations. At least I know that thousands and thousands of people have fantasies like I have always had. This is a great place to share stories, feelings, thoughts, etc. I would like to do so now. I assume that many stories are simply fabrications of desired fantasies, some are partially true and few are all true. I have a true story that I have kept bottled up for about 15 years. I never told anyone.ever. I am happily married with 2 wonderful children and I do not want anyone to know my identity as this story still hurts when I think of it, which is often. I have never gotten over the embarrassment of the event. I have learned to use my real-life experience to fantasize somewhat whenever I need a boost from my libido. This story is rather brutal and just thinking about it makes me cringe. Anyway, on with my story. I was about to enter my freshman year in college and thought I would try to get a job at some pool as a lifeguard if possible. I was not a very strong swimmer but I knew someone who ran this particular pool in the suburbs of a relatively posh community. I had no girlfriend at the time so I figured this may be a great place to find one as I would be on display at all times and I can let my wondering eyes work for me while getting paid for it. Life was beautiful. I was 18 years old. I stood 5'8" and weighed about 145 lbs. I was rather on the thin side obviously. I never weight trained nor played any organized sports and, therefore, I had no formal training to fall back on. I was in good condition, as I bought many exercise tapes and jogged 5 times per week up to 3 miles. I did about 50 sit-ups and 15 pushups each night in my room in my parent's house. I never thought that I was above or below average in strength, but felt that if I had to, I could defend myself in most cases. Growing up, I've had the usual street fights that all boys probably had along the way to manhood. I won a few and lost a few, but in either case there was no complete domination. In the worst cases, I would say I never really beat up any of my adversaries and I was probably beaten up once myself, suffering a black eye while being knocked down and giving up (I yelled "Uncle"). It was no big deal, however, as we became great friends and laugh about this fight to this day. I might add, that I never had a fight with a girl as this was never done where I grew up. My upbringing was such that girls were for treating with respect and were to be cared after as they were the fairer and weaker sex. This is what was drilled into my head since I was born. When female body building exploded, my feeling was that these girls were freaks of nature and/or they took male hormones to change their bodies. I now know differently. Females, if trained properly, can obtain strength that could exceed a man more often than not. However, 15 years ago I firmly believed that no girl could match my strength (despite the fact that I had such a slight figure and did not do any strength training). After my frightening experience, I did begin strength training to avoid any chance of a recurrence of my nightmare. My bicep measurements just prior to this training was a meager eleven and one-half inches and had no noticeable definition. My puny limbs actually appeared rather feminine. Again, being an only child and pampered as I was, I never took notice of this until after my encounter. It happened one night in early August. It was a beautiful day and the pool was more crowded that usual. I was dressed in my lifeguard uniform which consisted of a dark blue muscle shirt with "Lifeguard" written in white across my chest, red bikini style swim suit, whistle and white sailor type hat. The girls were plentiful. I still had no girlfriend but did make a lot of friends with several of them over the past month. We played volleyball and softball together during my breaks and had a great time generally. I went out to dinner with a couple of them. This summer couldn't be better. During the day, I notice this one particular girl walking back and forth in front of my station at the pool every now and then. I had never seen her before and she appeared to be alone. She was very attractive. She was about 5'6'' and weighed 125 to 130 lbs. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and was wearing a two piece black bikini. She was beautiful and very svelte. All her body parts were firm but not big at all. Her breasts were very firm and were probably slightly larger than usual but not greatly so and she obviously had strong chest muscles because her breasts jutted straight out. She wore sunglasses. I could see some definition in her arms and legs as she walked by but not extraordinarily so. She was walking barefoot the entire day. She was definitely one that I wanted to keep my eye on as I felt that she was scouting me as well. During my first break, about 1:00, I went to the concession stand for a bite. She appeared on line behind me and we struck up a conversation. I immediately noticed that I was a couple of inches taller than her which is always good for me in that I'm not very tall and I typically do not ask girls out that are taller than me. It's a self-conscious thing, probably due to my belief that girls should be smaller and, therefore, weaker than her male companion. She told me her name was Kim and she was here for the week visiting her cousins who live about 15 miles from the pool. She lived about 100 miles upstate. She was 17 years old and going into her senior year in high school. We continued our conversation at the picnic tables. She told me that she also was an only child and intended to go into medical school. She impressed me as being rather intelligent and lively. She said she played on her high school field hockey team and was a cheerleader for the football team. She said she jogged regularly and did aerobics at a local health spa. I was pleasantly surprised to hear we had similar workout routines. This is obviously why she appeared so svelte and fit. I told her of my physical activities, how often I jogged and the extent of my overall training, including the fact that I never lifted weights. She seemed to take extra interest in that for some reason. I didn't think anything of this at the time and we moved our conversation forward. She asked me if I had any plans for the evening and I think I flattered her as I told her I had no plans but would love to accompany such a beautiful girl as herself. So we made a date. I was to meet her in the parking lot after all the guests were to leave. It was the duty of the lifeguards to clean the pool, turn the lights out and lockup each night. Now I couldn't wait for the day to end. It was 7:00 p.m.. The two other lifeguards and I had just locked the gate and we walked to the parking lot together. I told them that I had a date with one of the guests and described her beauty to them. They wished me luck and got into their cars and sped away. I looked around and noticed two things. First I was the only one in the parking lot and there were no other cars there. I was wondering if Kim had stood me up. I figured that I'd wait for 15 minutes for her, giving her the benefit of the doubt. I was still dressed in my lifeguard uniform as I was so anxious to go out with Kim that I forgot to change. Anyway, 15 minutes had passed and I felt lousy. How could she do this. She seemed as anxious to go out as I did. I couldn't imagine any reason for this. I was about to get in my car and go home, when I noticed a female figure at the entrance to the parking lot walking towards me from 100 yards or so away. It was Kim. She had changed into street clothing and I was getting excited from every step she took towards me. She was wearing a bright red tank top which showed unbelievable cleavage, a tight black mini skirt which was 3 inches from her crotch and black spiked 5" high heeled pumps. When she reached me. My heart was pumping. She apologized for being late as she just took a walk to kill some time. I forgot to ask her where her car was as that would have given me a clue as to what followed. She wasn't wearing her sunglasses anymore and I could see her bright blue eyes gazing into my own. We were face to face now and I had to look up to her eyes a few inches because of her high heels and she put her arms around my neck and began to kiss me. I was getting so excited that I let her proceed as she wished. She was extraordinarily sensual as she caressed me. She was feeling me as she continued to kiss, especially around the arms and chest. I reciprocated, feeling her body alternating between her firm butt and terrific breasts. This continued for I believe 10 minutes or so when suddenly she put her hands on my throat and squeezed extremely hard. I was taken by complete surprise and couldn't speak. She used more force and pushed me to the ground and she came down on top of my chest. She took her hands off my throat and pinned my arms to the ground. I asked her what the hell she was doing and she told me "to shut the hell up and just listen and answer her questions". I could not move her off me as she was too strong. I couldn't understand this at all. I strained to push my arms against her but I could not budge her. I was getting scared. She grabbed each arm and forced them under my body as her bodyweight on top of my chest prevented my being able to free either one. Now with her hands free, she started pounding me in the face. I was as helpless as a child and I started screaming. She started to hit me harder and told me to shut up. I felt blood in my mouth and did as she said. She then asked me where my wallet is. I told her immediately that it was in my bag on the car seat. She hit me a few more times and I think I blacked out. I opened my eyes and saw her removing the money and credit cards from my wallet. She placed them in her small handbag which she carried in with her. I was hurting bad and thought that I would make a run for it as I started to get up. She wasn't looking at me and I started to run. I took a couple of steps as she grabbed me by my hair and turned me around to face her when she hit me right in the face again. I fell backwards but didn't fall to the ground. I thought that she was going to kill me and didn't know what to do. She walked towards me. I cocked my fist, closed my eyes and threw the hardest punch I ever threw in my life and I felt hard contact. Nothing happened. She didn't even react to my desperate attempt to stop her. She started punching me in the face again. I covered up as best I could but couldn't stop her. I fell to the ground and she jumped me again. She grabbed my arms and pinned me again. She brought my both arms together and held them with her left hand as she continued to pummel me. I pleaded with her to stop but she wouldn't. She didn't say a word the entire time. I came to about 8:30 as my car clock indicated. Kim, or whatever her name really was, had long gone. I looked at my face in the car mirror and I began crying uncontrollably. Every part of my features were swollen. My eyes were cut and shut. My mouth was a bloody mess and my nose had dried blood underneath it but it was not broken. After I calmed down, I drove to the hospital where they took me in. The attending doctor asked me what happened and I told him that I was mugged and robbed by two guys. He asked me if I wanted to have the police come down to take my statement but I declined. I was released about 2:00 a.m. with a few stitches. I arrived home as my parents were up and worried sick about me as I never called in to let them know my whereabouts. I told them the same story as I did the doctor. My mom hugged me and told me at least I didn't get hurt worse. She is right about that at least. I healed physically over the next month. I never went back to the pool as I gave them some excuse as my father needed me to help him until school started. By the time school began, my face was back to normal unless you really looked close. I doubted that "Kim" would ever appear in my neighborhood again although I try never to be alone and vulnerable again. I could only theorize that she did this often. She probably realized that she was very strong physically and could overpower some unsuspecting boys/men using her feminine attributes as a way to get close to her prey. I presume that she saw my apparently weak physique and figured that I was a good target. During our lunch conversation, I remember she distinctly perked up when she heard I did not lift weights. Her wearing the sunglasses during our conversation probably allowed her to secretly scan my weak arms and chest to ascertain if I could physically fight her off and, obviously, she determined correctly that I could not. I stupidly told her that my parents were well off and she assumed that "little rich boy" carried lots of money with him, which I did. When she started to kiss me in the parking lot and started to feel around my upper body, I think she was reassuring herself that I was helpless once the attack began. She again guessed correctly. She probably had her "getaway" car in front of the parking lot. Most of her other victims, like me, probably were too ashamed to report the attack, and "Kim" knowing this was always going to get off scot free until she found another victim. Prior to this nightmare, I firmly believed that there is no way a women can beat up a man as "Kim" did to me. Although, we were generally the same height and weight, she was so much stronger that me. She beat me up so easily that it should have been a fictional story. But this happened. I can't prove it as I never reported this to the police and I wouldn't as I did not want to be ridiculed as the town weakling that was beaten and robbed by a women who didn't even have a weapon. Anyway, the secret hurt is still in my mind and I hope this "expose" helps me put it to rest. I know this sounds silly, and I mean no disrespect to anyone, but I think I understand exactly how women feel when they were raped. I, in effect, was raped as well.