September 20: Dear Diary; Damn the Atlanta Police. Damn detective Gail Adams. They've shut me down. I'm almost afraid to go anywhere unless I'm wearing slacks. Afraid someone will notice my strong legs. "Legs that can Kill" the headlines said. I still fight at The Cage. But all the competitors have strong legs. I don't stand out. No way to lure a man into my web and kill him with a leg scissors so I can have an orgasm.
The last orgasm was three months ago with Fred Wilson. I've tried masturbation, vibrators and other "toys". Nothing. Three months without an orgasm. I'm about to go nuts. The Cage manager says the twenty million dollar payout fight-to-the -death is still available in Saudi Arabia. Big deal. I could get killed. And if I win, will twenty five million buy me an orgasm? I have eight million in the bank and it hasn't. No, Dear Diary, I'll just have to change my tactics. Got to get a man into my web. Got to have an orgasm. Then I'll consider Saudi Arabia. Later, Nancy.
Nancy stands nude in front of the mirror in her basement gym. She's just finished her weight lifting and if anything the muscles in her legs are larger than they ever have been. The are still tanned (she uses a sun lamp) and very sexy. Extremely sexy, sensual and alluring to be so large and powerful. That mannequin with a meter she uses to test her scissors strength? It shattered under the strain last month. Springs, padding and electronic gadgets were flying everywhere.
Nancy takes a quick shower and starts pacing back and forth in the gym. She's furious. It seems her life is out of control. She doesn't seem to be doing anything "her way". For example on her morning runs she now wears sweat pants. Sweat pants in Atlanta in the summer? She knows this looks absolutely stupid, so she runs before sunup to make sure as few people as possible see her.
Think. Think. Think. Where do you go to pick up men without your strong legs standing out?
She paces back and forth in her gym for a few more minutes before the idea hits. Nancy suddenly realizes she's surrounded by a possible solution. It just didn't occur to her because hers is private and there are no people there. A gym!
Early that night, Nancy backs out of the driveway in her Mercedes and heads for a large gym in a shopping center at the corner of West Paces Ferry and Northside Parkway. She's wearing a polo shirt, running shoes and the longest, baggiest shorts she could find. She starts to wear slacks, but changes her mind. No one goes into a gym wearing slacks. She's also wearing her blond wig and the contact lens that make her eyes blue. Nancy tells the manager she just wants to look around. He says go ahead and come to him if she has any questions. So far, so good.
Nancy wonders around the large gym for about fifteen minutes. She's glad to see a lot of the women there are into weight training and have muscular legs. None have quite as much muscle as her. But it's close enough. Nancy will not stand out here if she's wearing shorts, like she would in a non gym setting. She's looks around another five minutes and then she spots him. A possible "Mr. Right", someone who might give her an orgasm without having to be killed with a leg scissors.
He looks about thirty years old and he's got a great physique. Really strong arms and shoulders. He's wearing a tank top that shows off a rock hard set of abs. His legs are big. Well muscled. I don't know who you are, but you're headed for my web or my name's not Nancy Anderson.
He's with a girl who looks about the same age. She's also has a great physique, almost as good as Nancy's. Nancy looks at their left hands. No wedding or engagement rings. Good. She wonders over to them and starts up a casual conversation.
"Hi, name's Bev."
"Roy."
"Stephanie."
"Good to meet you. I'm just looking the place over. Everything seems OK. In fact, seems great. You guys been members for long?"
"Roy has. I'm fairly new," says Stephanie. "This is my second week. Everyone's friendly. Roy introduced himself the first day. He's been a great help helping me get started on some of the newer equipment."
"And she learns quick," comments Roy.
"Well, look. Didn't mean to interrupt your training. See you around if a join," says Nancy.
Known her for just over a week. Shouldn't have any problems breaking into their budding relationship.
Nancy joins under the name Beverly Cain and uses a phony address.
Nancy's dress the next evening is quite different. Short shorts to show off her legs and a tight t-shirt to show off her tits. She heads straight for Roy and ask some questions about how to use the equipment. He's more than happy to supply the answers. Stephanie is pissed off. She thought she was about ready to reel in a real hunk, and now he can't keep his eyes off Bev. She takes about three days of this and on Friday night decides she's had enough. Roy has temporarily stepped away to talk to the club manager.
"Stay away from Roy, Bev."
"What?"
"You heard me. I said stay away from Roy."
"It's a free country, Stephanie. And if I want him, I'll get him. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
Stephanie turns red in the face. She doesn't know what to say. Nancy smiles at her.
"Tell you what, Stephanie. I'll give you a fighting chance, literally. Let's you and I meet at a private location at 10:00 tomorrow morning and fight. The winner gets Roy."
Stephanie thinks for a minute.
"OK, Bev. You're on. Where do we fight?"
"I'll draw you a map."
Nancy quickly scribbles some directions on a piece of paper and hands it to Stephanie.
"See you at 10:00," says Nancy, as she grabs her dressing bag and heads for the door.
Nancy has picked a remote location in a remote state park up near Lake Lanier, about fifty miles north of Atlanta. The chances of someone walking by while they're fighting are virtually nil. It's a small clearing in a deeply wooded area about three miles from the nearest parking lot. They arrive the next morning at almost exactly the same time.
"Good morning, Bev. You sure know how to pick remote locations."
"I have my reasons, Stephanie."
"Yeah. Like making sure no one is around to see me whip your ass?"
"You're not going to whip my ass and let's fight in the nude, Stephanie."
"Why?"
"So you can see my large, beautiful tits. You know, the ones you're so jealous of."
Stephanie's face turns red as fire. She's not flat chested, but her tits are no rival to Nancy's. Roy's continually glancing at them has just about driven her nuts.
As they're taking off their clothes, Stephanie ask if they should have any rules.
"Stephanie. I propose no biting, no scratching and no hair pulling. Other than that, anything goes."
"Sounds good to me, Bev. Let's go!"
Both women have beautiful, muscular bodies with hard, flat stomachs. If there is a noticeable difference it's in the legs. Nancy's look at little more powerful than Stephanie's.
Stephanie does exactly what Nancy had expected her to do. She lunges forward to grab Nancy by the tits. But she knocks both of Stephanie's arms away and then pins them to her side as part of a powerful bear hug. The muscles in Nancy's arms and shoulders knot up as she squeezes Stephanie's ribs and at the same time pulls at the base of her spine.
Stephanie's face contorts in pain, but she does manage to free one arm and repeatedly punches Nancy in the face. The hold is released and both women step back for a moment. Stephanie's ribs and spine feel like hell and there is a small amount of blood trickling from Nancy's nose and one of her lips.
Nancy leaps at Stephanie to try another bear hug. She doesn't think Stephanie can survive another, if she can just keep both of Stephanie's arms pinned to her side. But Stephanie is quick. She ducks under at the last split second and as Nancy goes by reaches up and wraps her right arm around Nancy's throat. Her left hand locks with her right wrist and the choke hold is firmly in place. Nancy can feel Stephanie's large bicep pushing against her throat. She can barely breathe.
Nancy retaliates by sending elbow after elbow into Stephanie's ribs which are already sore from the bear hug. But Stephanie hangs on to her choke hold although the grip is not as strong because of the pounding she's taking to the ribs. Nancy reaches behind her, grabs Stephanie by the head with both hands and sends her sailing over her head. Stephanie lands on her butt and Nancy tries to leap on her and apply her leg scissors. Again, Stephanie is quick and jumps up before Nancy can get the hold in place.
Nancy gets up just as Stephanie lunges forward and grabs her by both tits. Stephanie smiles as she squeezes and twist. Nancy responds by sending her right foot flying up between Stephanie's legs. It's right on target and she drops to her knees in pain. Nancy quickly circles around behind her and sits down, then quickly reaches up with both legs and locks her thighs around Stephanie's throat in a choke scissors hold. Stephanie doesn't immediately realize it, but she's as good as dead. It's extremely rare for someone to break one of Nancy's leg scissors. The large muscles in her calves and thighs, especially her thighs, are just too strong. Stephanie struggles valiantly, but it's no use. Nancy keeps the grip tight until she knows Stephanie is dead.
Sorry about that, Stephanie. Nothing personal. But you knew just a little too much about me. When the police come snooping around after I kill Roy, and I'll probably have to kill him to have an orgasm, you might tell them something that would lead them straight to my door.
Nancy grabs a shovel out of the trunk of her Mercedes, goes into the woods and scrapes a thick, inches deep layer of leaves and pine straw off the ground. She digs a shallow grave, puts Stephanie's body and clothing in it, everything but her car keys. Then she shovels the dirt onto her victim and finally, as nearly as possible, puts the thick layer of leaves and pine straw back exactly as she found it.
Nancy puts on a pair of gloves, so she will not leave any finger prints, and drives Stephanie's car to a parking lot ten miles away. She parks the car, jumps out, jogs back to her car and drives home.
Monday night at the gym, Roy says he wonders where Stephanie is, that she's never missed a workout before.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Roy," replies Bev. "Maybe she had to work late at the office. These type things do happen occasionally."
"You're right, Bev. I'm sure she'll be back tomorrow night."
"And Roy, I just bought a new CD player for my Mercedes. After the workout I'd like for you to listen to it. We can drive around for awhile. And I live near here, maybe stop by my house for a drink, or something." She winks when she says "or something."
"Yes, Bev. I'd like that very much," he says smiling and almost winks back. This "could" be a very interesting evening. Check that. If I have my way, this "will" be a very interesting evening.
The ride is over and they're standing in Bev's kitchen. The clothes they're wearing after they showered at the gym look almost exactly like the workout clothes. Tank top t-shirts exposing both of their rock hard stomachs. Shorts that show a lot of skin and muscle. Two very attractive and strong people.
"Would you like something to drink, Roy?"
"No. not really."
"Me either."
"I'm a very blunt person, Roy. Do you mind"
"Not at all."
"I'd like for you to take me up to my bedroom, my web, and make love to me all night."
His hands go behind her back and he pulls her body up against his.
"Sounds good, Bev. And what do you mean by your "web."
"I'm a black widow."
"Oh. Anything you say. Which way to the "web". I mean bedroom.
I'd better stop telling the men I'm a black widow. Sooner or later someone is going to take me seriously, go screaming out the door and call the police. And that will be the end of me.
Roy, like all other web visitors, is extremely impressed by all the mirrors.
"Do you like to watch, Bev?" he ask, grinning.
"The previous owners had them installed."
"Right."
"It's true."
"OK. I believe you."
Bev turns the lights down low and they take off their clothes. Both of their bodies are a work of art.
"How long did it take you to get all this muscle, Roy?" ask Bev as she runs her hands over his shoulders, arms and hard stomach.
"About five years. And you?
"About the same."
The talk stops and they're suddenly almost glued to each other. Nancy wraps her arms and legs around his hard body as he glides into her. They are continually running their hands over each other's muscles. Nancy is straining with every muscle in her body to have a climax. But she can't. Roy can feel her muscles tensing and knotting up and it excites him even more. He has a climax. They talk for a moment while caressing each other and then he goes to sleep.
Nancy let's him slumber for a couple of hours and wakes him up. He's a real stallion. Ready to go again. And probably two or three more times in addition to that before the sun comes up. But this is his and Nancy's last chance. She strains until her muscles shake and then keeps on straining. No orgasm.
"Roy, could you sit up for a moment, please?"
"Sure, Bev."
Nancy's legs shoot around his ribs. Her ankles lock behind him. She throws her head back, squeezes and begins to have an orgasm.
Oh my God! Those stories in the paper about "legs that kill". This must be her. Well she's in for the fight of her life with this "victim."
Roy gets to his feet and reaches over and slugs Nancy in the head. He tries to keep on slugging her, but she throws up her hands up to ward off the blows. He's strong. But his ribs are being crushed. He can't breathe. In desperation he grabs a light off the night stand and tries to hit her in the head with it. Nancy quickly grabs his wrist, preventing the blow. Now his internal organs are rupturing and blood begins to trickle from his mouth. Roy stumbles to the door with Nancy wrapped around him and starts down the stairs.
He's trying to make it to the front door. Trying to get out of the house.
The flow of blood from Roy's mouth is increasing as he makes it to the bottom of the stairs. Nancy has tried to hold on to the railing to keep him from going forward. But Roy is a very strong man and is determined to get out of the house. To get help. He doesn't quite make it. Just as he reaches for the doorknob his heart explodes and he dies instantly. Nancy maintains her grip even with him dead. Keeps it tight so she can have her orgasms, the ones denied her during the fight in the bedroom and the struggle on the stairs. There's blood on the carpet in the bedroom, on the carpet on the stairs and a pool of blood on the hardwood floor in front of the main door to the house. Nancy doesn't care right now. She collapses on the sofa in the living room and sleeps. She'll clean up later.
October 10: Dear Diary, Took some big chances with Roy. A lot of people at the gym saw me with him. But the only person who paid much attention, Stephanie, is dead. Roy is buried in my garden, of course.
The media is in a frenzy. Two missing people this time. Cute detective Gail Adams and her crew must be working overtime. I wore my blond wig at the gym. You know, the one that has bangs down to my eyes. Harder to get a face description that way. And, of course, my contact blue lenses. The police do have a copy of my handwriting, and my fingerprints are on some of the work out equipment, along with hundreds of others. Good luck guys.
I can't go back to the gym. The homicide detectives will be questioning everyone, checking over everything. They are very thorough. They will certainly learn that name and address I gave are phony. I'm sure to see on TV any day now one of those drawings of a possible suspect, the blond woman who left the club at about the same time as the disappearances and can't be found. The blond hair should throw it off. My hair is back to its deep brown and long. Kept it in a bun under the blond wig. Yes, I know Dear Diary, I took some big chances, but I had to have an orgasm.
That trip to the fight-to-the-death in Saudi Arabia is beginning to look attractive. At least it'll get me out of the country for awhile. Later, Nancy.
# Tom Adams, 2001. All Rights Reserved. Comments to: blackwidowdiary@aol.com