After the circus
By Bos
The girls show how strong they are







The Characters:


The Boys:

Butch, 14, the bully
Joey, 14, frail, studious type
Larry, 13, fan of mixed wrestling
Carl, 13, fat girl-hater
Ron, 15, top jock and leader


The Girls:

Chi Ten, 11, wearing jump suit
Mei Ling and Mei Ting ;12, the twins
Su Lin, 14, voluptuous, in mesh tights


      The guys watched these circus acts with mixed reactions.  Butch, the 
neighborhood bully, tried to convince himself it was all a fake.  No 
goddamn bitch could be that strong, he said to himself.  He looked in vain 
for the wires assisting these oriental girls in their feats of strength.  
Joey, a slightly built, studious sort, was made very uncomfortable by it 
all.  It was obvious to him that there was no fakery involved.  You could 
just look at the muscles on the girls
and see they had exceptional strength.  Though smooth and  femininely 
curved, the girls' muscles -- whether in their arms or legs --- formed 
unmistakable bulges visible even in cheaper seats.  Joey's problem was that 
he had always had the supposed weakness of girls to console himself with 
when he did poorly in sports, which was nearly all the time.  He had come 
to terms with the fact that most of the guys were stronger and more 
athletic than he, but he never let that fact affect his masculine ego 
because he was certain he was better than the girls.  He felt a stirring in 
his groin now which, even at 14, he recognized as sexual  excitement; but 
he did not understand why this time the feeling was not pleasurable, as it 
had always been before.  For Larry, on the other hand, there was no 
confusion.  He was more excited than he had ever been in his life, so 
excited he could hardly sit still, could not stop shaking.  He tried to 
pretend his shivers were caused by the cold, but since everybody else was 
pretty comfortable in the circus tent, that was not easy.  He was able to 
relax a bit -- but only for a short while -- after he dampened his 
underpants.  He wanted desperately to meet these girls, to see if they 
could fight.  He knew that was a weird desire, but he had always dreamed 
girls who could beat up boys, especially bullies like Butch, and right now 
he wanted to see the cute little one they called Chi Ten wrestle with Butch 
more than he wanted anything in the world. Carl, the fourth boy, the fat 
one, was having similar thoughts.  He was also turned on by watching these 
strong girls.  Carl hated girls, though, because they would never go out 
with him.  He would stare at their asses and legs all in sexual 
frustration, knowing he could never get near them.  He was certain the 
girls all knew how much they turned the boys on and he was certain they 
consciously taunted the boys.  He was also certain they talked about him 
behind his back.  Whenever he looked at a girl, therefore, it was with 
thoughts of raping her and otherwise humiliating her.  He felt that all the 
more fiercely when he looked at these oriental girls dressed in, their sexy 
mesh nylons or tiny, tiny skirts which showed their panties whenever they 
bent over, just like the tennis players that drove Carl to distraction.  
Not only were they consciously taunting him and the other boys with their 
bodies, they were also teasing them with demonstrations of their strength,  
Those smiles,
those feminine gestures while bowing, told Carl the girls were telling
the boys, "Suffer, you dumb animals, suffer.  We know how much you love 
these bodies, but you're not getting a thing.  Even if you got us alone and 
tried to rape us, you couldn't,  We have taken over the last outhold of 
masculinity;  we're stronger than you are! Try anything with us and we'll 
wipe the floor with you, you ugly bastards."  Carl was a bit of the 
paranoid; he was fighting mad.  Finally there was Ron, at 15 the oldest of 
the group, he was also the biggest and the leader, the only one Butch 
wouldn't try to boss around, Ron was a weightlifter and the captain of the 
freshmen wrestling team.  He was vastly respected by the other boys for his 
athletic ability.  Ron's reaction to the girls was curiosity about how they 
would be on the mats.  It had never occurred to him that a girl could be a 
weightlifter.  But here were these girls accomplishing feats of strength he 
knew he couldn't match.  (He told himself he could if he worked on them, 
but he wasn't that sure.)  He, too, had a desire to meet the oldest of the 
girls -- Su Lin, 14.  She had the breasts of a stripper or foldout, and he 
pictured a friendly, private
tussle in which he would use his skills (culminating in a body press)
to pin her shoulders gently to the mat.  Then he would grant her 
exceptional strength, thus preserving his own ego while still being the 
gentleman.  He just thought a strong, athletic girl could be more fun than 
the delicate ones who were always throwing themselves at him.
      As they walked out after the show, it was the terribly horny Larry 
who brought up the subject.  "Boy, Butch, I'll bet those chicks could even 
give you a fight!" he said, knowing full well the effect that kind of 
remark would have on a guy like Butch."
      "Are you kidding!' said Butch.  "That was all fake.  No girl could be 
that strong."  He paused.  "Even if they are, no girl could fight like a 
guy.  They're all scared."
      The argument picked up steam as the boys walked around the circus 
grounds.  None of them really wanted to leave.  Each was bedeviled by his 
own thoughts about the girls,  They were still inside the grounds when the 
circus closed and the other spectators were gone.  They were looking in the 
windows of the various trailers when they finally came upon the one with 
the girls inside.  They looked inside and found the large trailer was 
completely outfitted as a gymnasium.  Inside were the four Chinese girls 
working out.  Su Lin, voluptuous in her low-cut tight-fitting blouse, was 
still dressed in her mesh tights from the performance.  Her black hair hung 
to her waist.  She was a fleshy girl who, until she flexed her muscles 
looked perhaps a bit overweight, though in a very athletic sort of way.  
But her biceps literally bulged as she lay back on the universal gym and 
spread her arms and legs out and brought her arms repetitively together 
against the resistance of the weights.  Ron, the 15-year-old wrestler, 
couldn't take his eyes off her.  Then there were the twins, Mei Ling and 
Mei Ting.  They were both 12 and just starting to develop sexually.  They 
were more than enough developed to suit the boys watching them.  The twins 
had their backs to the boys.  They were lifting weights over their heads 
and easing them back down to the floor. Every time they bent over, their 
little skirts rose to reveal their pink panties, half ajar to, in turn, 
reveal half of their cute little cheeks.
      When they came back up and shoved the heavy weights over head, their 
back muscles bulged gracefully from their soft shoulders all the way down 
their half-naked tapering backs to their narrow hips.  When they finished 
with that exercise, the two girls sat down facing each other and spread 
their legs.  Mei Ling put her feet inside Mei Ting's, and they began to 
strain, Mei Ling exerting pressure outward, Mei Ting inward. It quickly 
became clear to the boys that -- though the girls arms were a match for the 
most athletic guys -- their real strength lay in their legs.  The twins' 
thigh muscles now bulged in a way and to a degree that the boys had never 
seen before in any muscles, certainly in any muscles of people their age.  
As the boys stood transfixed, staring at Mei Ling's crotch, the fourth 
girl, Chi Ten, the baby at 11, was also working out. She was in an all-
black, stretch jump suit which covered her entire body. It was tight when 
she was relaxed, but it stretched to fit comfortably however she might 
move.
      "That little bitch," thought Carl.  "She thinks she's Emma Peel!"
      Little Chi Ten was on the chin up bar.  As long as the boys were
staring at the girls, she hardly stopped chinning.  It was as if it was no 
effort at all for her.  Each boy knew he would be lucky to do 10 chin ups.  
Carl and Joey knew they couldn't do any at all.
      As the girls entered and left the exercise room, the boys gradually 
spread out, each to his own window.  Suddenly Joey felt an arm come around 
from behind him and close over his mouth.  Then another came around his 
neck.  He was being dragged around the back of the trailer, away from the 
other guys.  He struggled with all his might against the arm around his 
neck.  He couldn't budge it.  Pull as he might against the slim arm, all 
his efforts produced was a sudden and periodic increase in the size of his 
assailant's bicep.  When that happened, all his air was cut off completely.  
He was helpless.  Whoever had him kicked the back door --- which was out of 
sight of the boys looking through the various windows -- and dragged Joey 
inside and dropped him.  He looked up from the floor to find that his 
assailant was not Su Lin, or even one of the twins -- as he had thought 
probably the case -- but little Chi Ten.  She stood above him with her 
hands on her hips and smiled down at him.
      Su Lin entered the room and the two girls fell into a discussion.
They talked in Chinese, but Joey knew full well that he was the subject.  
They never took their eyes off him, and periodically they would put a hand 
to their mouths in girlish giggles.  After listening to them for several 
minutes in his stunned state, Joey decided he had best get out of there.  
He jumped to his feet and began to run for the door.  But little Chi Ten 
caught him from behind.  Wrapping her arms around his stomach, she said in 
her broken English, "Skinny white boy no leave.  You like watch us in 
window,  Why you not like be with us inside."  Joey struggled to spread her 
hands apart, but Chi Ten lifted him off the ground, turned around and 
walked back to where Su Lin was standing,  She let him down in front of the 
bigger girl, who actually dwarfed Joey.  As he continued
to struggle with Chi Ten's hands, Su Lin laughed, took a piece of his
cheek between two of her fingers in an affectionate squeeze and  said, "No 
try fight Chi Ten, Skinny White Boy.  Too strong for you."  She patted him 
on the cheek and went into the other room.
      Knowing now that the boys were watching, Su Lin chose an exercise 
just for them.  She stood facing a window, bent over at the waist -- thus 
giving her spectators a full view of her ample bosom --- took a dumbbell in 
each hand and straightened up.  Holding the dumbbells at her waist, she 
twisted her limber arms until her palms pointed outwards.  Then she curled 
each dumbbell.  Slowly.  The boys got a full view of her tremendous biceps.  
Letting the dumbbells down she repeated her stoop to the ground.  The 
contrast between the femininity of her luscious breasts and the muscularity 
of her arms left the boys in a state of openmouthed shock.  For Larry her 
body was a dream come true;  he seriously wondered if he was awake.   For 
Butch and Carl, the view was both infuriating and frightening, for Ron 
fascinating and confusing.  For them all exciting.
      Their  composure did not return at the next sight.  At first
they didn't believe it.  'There was Joey,  He was kicking and struggling.  
They didn't know who he was fighting with.  Only when suddenly he fell to 
the floor did they fully realize he had been carried in.  The courier -- 
they realized slowly -- was the girl they knew as the little one, Chi Ten.  
She dropped her boy package, and suddenly she and the other three girls 
stared at the windows.  The boys stared back in shock.  Then the girls 
crooked their fingers at them seductively and smiled, each with one hand on 
her hip, with that hip cocked in a pugnacious stance.
      As their composure returned, the boys had a conference.  They decided 
unanimously they should enter the trailer.  They could hardly run away. 
Besides, Ron wanted to go in because of his concern about Joey, Butch and 
Carl wanted to give these girls a piece of their minds; Larry wouldn't have 
left for anything in the world.  They entered uncertainly, and spread out 
in front of the door.
      Joey began to crawl quickly to them, but Chi Ten dropped on him.  
Spreading her weight along his body, the little girl once again wrapped her 
arms around his stomach.  She put her lips to his ear and said, "Chi Ten no 
say you go."
      Carl stepped forward.  "Let him go," he said.
      Su Lin was the one to respond.   "You boys peeping Tims," she said, 
getting the name wrong.  "Not nice."   Here she waved her finger at them. 
"We punish."
      Carl took another step forward.   "Says who?" he said belligerently, 
sticking his chest out.
      By this time Su Lin had singled out Ron.  He was the only one her 
size, and she liked his muscles, styled hair and athletic, clean-cut good 
looks.  Without taking her eyes of Ron, she responded to Carl.
      "Fat boy talk too much," she said.
      Carl saw red.  As far as he was concerned, the fight was on.  The
voluptuous girl personified everything that had always frustrated him so 
much.  She didn't even pay him the respect of looking at him when she 
insulted him.  So he stepped into the girl and threw a hard uppercut into 
her belly with all his strength.
      The girl never flinched.  Carl succeeded only in getting her
attention.  Briefly taking her eyes off Ron, the girl looked at him in
curiosity.  She wondered why he couldn't tell just by looking at her
that he was no match for her.  Imitating his attack -- but using much less 
effort -- she shot a quick uppercut into his breadbasket.  The boy 
collapsed at her feet.  Su Lin turned her attention back to Ron, who just 
stood there, confused.  Carl was gasping and cursing and issuing threats.  
Still looking at Ron, Su Lin said, "Fat boy not know when licked,"  As he 
started to get to his feet, Su Lin reached around his neck, and with one 
hand she shoved the fat boy's head between her thighs.  She leaned back, 
draped her arms over a set of parallel bars, and crossed her ankles.  Again 
she looked at Ron.
      The twins giggled at the predicament Carl was in.  They went over to 
him and alternately slapped his rear and held their hands over their mouths 
in embarrassment.  "Naughty fat boy,"  Carl could here them say between 
giggles.
      As Larry watched all this, it was all he could do to keep his
hands away from his crotch.  He was going out of his mind with excitement.  
But he wanted even more.  Mischievously, he said, "Come on, Ron, show them 
what a wrestler like you can do."
      All eyes turned to Ron.  Su Lin said, "Pretty boy wrestler?"  He
nodded.  She unhooked her legs from Carl's head, and went to stand in front 
of Ron.
      "Pretty Boy like Su Lin body?" she asked, running her hands down her 
sides.  Again he nodded slowly.
      "Pretty boy like fuck Su Lin?"  she asked.  Ron was shocked both by 
the question and by the language,  But he could not deny the  obvious.  
Again he nodded.
      "You think pretty boy man enough?" she now asked.  Ron was not one to 
brag, but trying to sound cool and even amused (perhaps even trying a 
little of a Clark Gable imitation), Ron cocked a little smile and said, "I 
think so."
      "We see," said Su Lin.  "We wrestle.  Pretty boy win, we fuck.  Su
Lin win . . .," here she paused, "Pretty boy in big trouble."
      Ron didn't know how to accept the offer and protect his strong,
silent type image, but, at Larry's urging, he nodded his acceptance.
Su Lin took his hand and led him to an open space, and they faced off, both 
smiling, but Ron -- at least -- a bit nervous.
      Meanwhile, Carl's problem's had not decreased. Then Su Lin had
let him go he dived at her legs but missed.  Then, as he started to get up, 
one of the twins -- still giggling --  sat on his back and wrapped her legs 
around his ample gut.  They were the same legs he had watched with lust as 
she worked out against her sister, and they proved to be even stronger than 
they looked.  As Mei Ling now sat behind him as he struggled to pry her 
feet apart, Mei Ting jumped up and down and laughed and clapped her hands 
at her sister's success.
      Now, with Mei Ling holding Carl, Su Lin facing off against Ron, and 
little Chi Ten on top of Joey, that left Butch and Larry still just
watching.
      As she held the ineffectual-fat boy between her legs, Mei Ling
pointed over to Butch and said something to Mei Ting in Chinese.
Immediately, Mei Ting went over to Butch.  She crouched in a wrestler's 
position.  Instinctively, Butch backed away, putting up his guard.  Mei 
Ting, still laughing, looked at his jacket and said, "Motorcycle boy afraid 
of girls?"  Larry egged Butch on, but it wasn't necessary.
      "All right you chink!" he snarled.  "I'll show you how scared I
am."  He came at her in a boxer's position.  But Mei Ting didn't want to 
box --  instead-- she lowered her head and rammed into the boy's belly. She 
pushed him until his back was against a wall.  Then she simply lifted him 
up on her shoulders
      "Motorcycle boy take ride," she said.  She began twirling in a
small circle, as her sister applauded.  Then she gently let Butch back down 
to the floor, still standing.  He wobbled around dizzily, as
his girl opponent doubled over in laughter, pointing a finger.  Before
he was really ready, Butch came at her again.  She pushed one of his
arms aside, and stepped behind.  She wrapped her arms around his waist, 
lifted him as high off the ground as she could, and dropped him to the mat.  
Before he recovered, she was sitting behind him, her legs wrapped around 
his gut in the same position in which her sister held Carl.  When he 
realized what was happening, Butch was directly facing Carl, his feet not 
more than a yard from Carl's.
     Larry was in heaven.  Before him four girls were beating up, four
guys.  He could hardly believe it,  He was going crazy trying to make
sure he took in every sight, every piece of action.  He wanted to remember 
all of this.  He wanted it to never end.  He wanted to never move again. 
This was how he was meant to spend his life, he was sure.  Oh, how he 
wished he had eight eyes,  he was certain he was missing all the best 
parts.
      Mei Ling and Mei Ting just held their boys, letting them look
at each other as they struggled helplessly against the bare, shapely
legs that held them.  The boys struggled, pawing at the thighs, the calves, 
the feet.  Nothing worked.  Once, as Carl's hand found its way up his 
opponent's thigh, the girl feigned to resume the feminine role.  She 
slapped his hand.  "Naughty, naughty," she said.  "Mei Ling not that kind 
of girl."  She and her sister giggled at her reintroduction of sex roles -- 
traditional sex roles -- into this untraditional scene,
      The twins were in control enough that periodically they could look 
over to see how Su Lin and little Chi Ten were doing.
      Chi Ten was still comfortably in control of Joey.  Joey was slightly 
comforted to know that the other guys were having as much trouble as him, 
but still Chi Ten was so young.  He was determined to pull out every stop 
to beat her.  At one point she put her hand over his mouth to prevent him 
from breathing.  In desperation, he bit her.  A fourteen-year-old boy 
reduced to biting to free himself from the grip of an eleven-year-old girl!  
Joey was mortified by the situation, but he was desperate.
      She released his mouth with a shout of pain, but she was still
stretched out atop the boy.
      "All right for you, Four Eyes," she said, suddenly dropping her
pretense of having broken English.  In fact, she had spent little of her 
life in China.  Using the accent, then discerning it had just been a tactic 
for throwing Joey off guard.  "I was just playing with you a
little.  But from here on,  No more -- Nice Guy."  Pushing his head down 
hard into the mat, the little girl scooted forward until her legs were at 
his head.  Then, still holding the head, she turned over on her back, and 
his head came up between her legs.  She wrapped those leather clad legs 
around his head and shoved it all the way back into her crotch, pointing 
out.  Well, Chi Ten might have been young, and the leather might have 
emphasized the sleekness of her body, rather than her muscles, but Joey -- 
who had already learned about her arm muscles -- now discovered that leg 
muscles were there too.  As Chi Ten locked her ankles and leaned back, the 
bulge of her muscles was visible to the twins -- and Carl and Butch -- and 
very, very tangible to Joey.  The boy's head had virtually disappeared, his 
legs were flapping like fish out of water, and
he was trying to mutter something.
      Then Butch said, "Jesus Christ, she's killing him."  But one of
the twins said something in Chinese to Chi Ten, and the girl let go of Joey 
and stood up.  Joey lay there rubbing his head.
      Meanwhile, in the main event, Su Lin and Ron where both sweating and 
straining in a determined struggle for supremacy.  When they first began, 
Su Lin had imitated Ron's crouch, thus giving the boy another exciting 
appreciation of her bosom.  Ron didn't know quite how to approach this 
contest.  He reached out to grab Su Lin's upper arm with one hand and the 
back of her neck with the other.  Su Lin was letting him lead the way, and 
he chose the conventional amateur wrestling start.  His opponent didn't 
feel at all like his other opponents.  First of all there was the ponytail.  
Then there was the fact that when he pulled his other opponents forward 
until their heads touched, he felt no desire to keep
pulling until his lips touched their necks.
      Then Ron felt Su Lin pushing him slowly backwards.  His masculine ego 
caused him to join the test of strength.  They struggled, the boy and girl 
each exerting all the strength he or she could muster.  It was not easy, 
but the progress went entirely to the girl.  As it was happening Ron tried 
to tell himself that she had better traction than he because of her bare 
feet.  Finally, his back was literally up against the wall. Then, as they 
still held the back of each other's neck, Su Lin began to exert pressure 
downward.  Ron now realized that she had pushed him against the wall to set 
up this move, to prevent him from backing out of it.  He also realized he 
no longer had any traction excuses.  Using only her one hand, Su Lin pushed 
and pushed.  Ron wanted desperately not to lose this test.  He was in a 
position exactly analogous to her, and he tried the same thing, i.e., 
pushing her head down.  Shortly, however, she had forced his head lower 
than hers, and he lost his leverage.
Giving up on pulling her down -- or on suddenly dropping down to seize her 
ankles (she was pushing him backwards, too) -- he concentrated on just not 
going down himself.  Now everybody else in the room was watching this test 
of strength between the leader and hero of the boy's and the oldest, 
biggest girl.  As Ron started to go down, the other girls.. began to clap 
and cheer in Chinese.  Some of the boys also took to cheering..  "Come on, 
Ron!" they would yell.  "Fight it.  She can't beat you.  Attaboy, fight 
it."  But it was no use.  Slowly, but inevitably Ron went down, down, down.  
With one hand eventually perching on her flaring waist, Su Lin pushed the 
boy's head until he was on his knees.  At this point he was  looking at her 
dainty feet, feeling totally vulnerable and very, very stupid.  He put his 
hands down to the mat to brace himself, but she kept pushing.  She also 
began squeezing.  That excruciating pain caused him to
try to dislodge her hand with one of his.  But his hand was ineffectual  
against hers.  In seconds Ron was lying flat on the floor, completely 
stretched out at the girl's feet.  Rather than flap hopelessly, he lay 
there accepting his defeat.  The other girls applauded.  Still holding him 
down, bending over, with hand on her hip, Su Lin said, "Pretty muscle boy 
give up?"
      Boy, she's really rubbing it in, Ron said, to himself.  Out loud he 
said, "Yes, I give up."
      "Su Lin win wrestling fight already?" she asked.
      "You win," he acknowledged, gritting his teeth.
      "That too easy," she said, letting him go.  "Su Lin not tired,
You . . . ah, how say, interrupt workout.  We do again?"
      "OK" Ron said, getting up, determined this time not to tie up
with her, not to get into a test of strength.
      The twins didn't bother watching the second fall.  "No contest,"
one said.  Instead they started talking to each other in Chinese, still
holding Butch and Carl in waist scissors.  Then the boys heard one of the 
twins counting slowly in English.  "One ..."  At this point each
of the girls  suddenly put her opponent in a full nelson.  "Hey, what
is this?" one of the boys said, as he reflexively began to jerk and strain 
against it with all his might.  "What the..." said the other, pulling 
against his girl opponent's hands in an attempt to separate them.  But 
there was no breaking the holds. Came the count, "Two . . ." The boys 
wondered what was about to befall them.  "Three!""  The boys suddenly found 
themselves in the air.  The twins had leaned back until their backs hit the 
mat, and had raised their legs until the boys seats came up off the floor.  
The boys yelled in anger and frustration, but the twins just laughed and 
held the boys up there -- their backs parallel to the ground -- as their 
legs flailed in the air.
      Larry --- who still hadn't been in on any of the action -- took
his eyes off Su Lin and Ron.  What  he saw was a beautiful view of Mei 
Ling's little ass straining at the bounds of her panties as she held fat 
Carl aloft, obviously much against his wishes.  Then another slow count. 
Mei Ling said, "Boys want down. Hokay. One . . . two . . .
Three!"  and the girls suddenly sat up straight, bringing the boys down 
onto their asses with bone-rattling thuds.  "God damnit . . ." Butch 
started to say, as he twisted violently, looking for a way to extract 
himself from the vice of flesh that gripped him.  But the twins just 
laughed and again counted and fell to their backs, their victims clearly 
under control.  Two more times they brought the bully and the fat girl-
hater down, shaking them up until they were weak and nauseous.
      Watching them, Chi Ten jumped up and down with girlish enthusiasm. 
Then she said, "Hey, I want to play."  Her eyes caught Joey's, and the boy 
instinctively got to his feet to run.  He didn't know where he was going, 
but it didn't matter, because Chi Ten quickly caught him anyway.  "Oh no 
you don't," she said as she brought him down with a flying tackle.  "We're 
not through with you."  She dragged him back to where she wanted him, 
bringing back Joey's memories of earlier that day. This was the third time 
Chi Ten had dragged Joey someplace he didn't want to go.  Once was
by the neck, once in a simple bear hug from behind, and this time by the 
feet.  Now she dropped to sit on his back and began to pull one of his 
shoulders up until they were both sitting and she was behind him and had 
him in a waist scissors just like those of the older girls.  As Butch and 
Carl had done before him, Joey twisted and turned trying to find an escape 
from the powerful feminine thighs around his waist.  When he tried to pry 
Chi Ten's little feet apart, she squeezed so hard he squealed in pain.  
Finally, he resigned himself to his predicament,  He just sat there facing 
the two other boys, their eyes downcast in embarrassment.
      Then the three girls did the move the professionals call the keester 
bumps in unison, several times.  They were having a ball.  As they held the 
guys up in the air, they would tease them by tickling them under their 
flailing arms or rubbing the boys heads with their knuckles,  They had all 
three boys shouting in pain, moaning and screaming for mercy.
      When they let up for a while, Larry  -- whose head was spinning
as much as those of his boy friends -- turned to watch Su Lin.  He had been 
glancing back and forth to make sure he didn't miss any little detail. All 
his life he would have given anything to be able to watch any one of these 
fights.  Now he had four to keep track of, and it was driving him up the 
wall.
      When Su Lin had let Ron up from her hold on his neck, she had
given him some time to recover.  In fact, she had helped him by massaging 
his neck.  Through it all she was overtly flirting; smiling at her young 
Adonis-type victim, batting her eyes and taking no pains to avoid prolonged 
body contact.  Ron was thinking that being with this voluptuous, enticing 
and obviously horny muscle girl was not bad work, win or lose.  At this 
point she was all softness and feminine fragrances. He wanted to win, but 
he would be able to live with defeat if he could just get into bed with 
this chick.
      "Pretty muscle boy ready try Su Lin again!" the girl asked
prettily.
      As they circled this time, Ron stayed back,  Noticing this, Su
Lin crooked a finger at him and smiled mischievously.  Suddenly, he
shot for her legs.  However, Su Lin caught him under the arms, lifted him 
up and put him in a bear hug.  Ron knew this was trouble.  He tried to push 
her chin away, but she buried it in his chest.  She also lifted him and 
walked him over to where the other three girls held their male  opponents.  
Slowly she bent Ron over backwards until he was flat on the mat, pinned.  
To her surprise, Ron said, "OK, you win."  Su Lin released his torso, 
kissed him tauntingly on the cheek and sat back on him, her hands on her 
hips.
      "Muscle boy no match for Su Lin," she said, as she moved one hand to 
tweak his nose playfully.  He just lay there knowing it was  hopeless to 
resist.  As Su Lin sat there idly brushing Ron's hair off his forehead, the 
four girls began talking in Chinese.  When Su Lin put one hand on Ron's 
chin and one on the top of his head.  She stood up and twisted until the 
boy rolled over onto his stomach.  Then she sat on his back and maneuvered 
him into the same hold the other girls had the same way Chi Ten had done it 
to Joey.  For the first time now, Ron's eye caught that of the other boys, 
as they all sat in a circle.  Noting the disappointment he saw there, Ron 
realized he had been their last hope. Now he was vanquished too.  "Sorry," 
he said simply and he looked down.
      Chi Ten began the count, Su Lin assumed her full nelson, and the four 
boys were in the air.  "One, two, three," and they were down and plenty 
shaken up.
      Larry just took it all in.  Four girls sitting in a circle with
four boys between their respective legs.  The girls continued to flaunt 
their total victories with repeated bumps done in unison, to the numbers 
and in total disregard of the actions of the boys.
      Then the four girls were talking in Chinese.  Again a count of
three.  But this time the boys found themselves released.  Then, before 
they knew it, they were each in a headlock, their respective female 
conquerors lying beside them, the boys bodies stretched face down into the 
mat,   Then more Chinese talk.  And another count.  At three the girls 
stood, still. holding the boys heads,  Another count, and the boys braced 
themselves.  Nothing.
      The girls giggled as they felt the boys tense.  The boys tried to
push out of the locks.  The hands of Carl and Butch went under the skirts 
of the twins to push at their asses.  But the girls just walked the boys 
around a bit.  Then three of the boys heard a thud, and the fourth -- Ron -
- realized he had been hip-tossed.  Now he lay looking up into Su Lin's 
lovely face or down into her lovely bodice, as he chose.  Then the same 
thing happened to the other three guys, one by one,  Butch's head was 
securely locked in Mei Ling's arm pit.  All four guys were prone and 
immobile.
      The girls had planned their hip tosses so that they all came
out close enough together to join hands in the middle of a  circle.  This 
they did -- each holding her own boy with only one hand.  Even pulling hair 
didn't help the boys get out of their girl's muscular arm.
      Another count after some Chinese discussion, and suddenly the
girls let their quarry loose, only to re-seize them in the same holds,
but this time each holding a different boy.  They held on for a while,
and repeated the exchanges, until each girl had proved conclusively that 
she could hold any of the boys.  Even little Chi Ten was able to hold Ron.  
And Su Lin was able to hold Joey so easily that she lightened up for fear 
of hurting him.  As the boys came to realize these exchanges were taking 
place, they came closer and closer to escaping their new assailants.  But 
each time they were inexorably pulled back into a new headlock by a new 
young maiden.
      After more Chinese talk about what to do with the boys, the girls 
maneuvered so that each had her feet next to the head or one of the boys 
she was not holding.  Then the girl holding each boy placed his head 
between the ankles of the neighboring girl.  The headlocks were released. 
But the boys now found themselves in tight, indeed, viscous, head scissors.  
They weren't even sure any more which particular girl was victimizing them.  
They just knew that some gently curved yet muscular young legs were causing  
them great pain.  Great pain.  The girls really pored it on, until -- 
exhausted and defeated as they were, -- the boys were thrashing all over 
the place and yelling like banshees.
      "Larry, Larry," yelled Butch, "Don't just stand there!  Do something, 
for Christsake.  Get help!  Call the police! Something!"
      Larry stood there uncertain.  Then Chi Ten -- the little one he
liked best, the one who spoke the best English, the one who was
scissoring bully Butch (the exact scene Larry had dreamed of as he
watched the circus) -- said.  "Don't you move, turkey.  You do and I'll 
personally have your ass out to dry on the high wire."
      Larry didn't move.
      Finally, the girls stood up.  As the guys nursed their wounds,
the girls formed two lines leading to the outside door.  The boys would 
have to go between them to get out,  Chi Ten opened the door and jerked her 
head toward it, silently telling Larry to get out.  Larry got out, though, 
he was saddened to be missing what more action there might be.
      The girls didn't say anything.  Ron was the first boy up.  The girls 
held their arms toward the door, inviting him out.  As he passed the twins, 
one faked a little move at him and he jumped back.  But they  laughed and 
waved him through.  But when he came to Su Lin, she stopped him.
      "Muscle boy nice," she said as she put her hand on his cheek.
She kissed him on the mouth.  "Not too tough," she said, "but nice."
She kissed him again, holding it a long time, her hand going to his
crotch.  She fondled him there for a good 30 seconds as they continued to 
kiss and everybody watched.  Ron kept his hands at his side.  Then she took 
her hand out of his pants and patted his cheek.  "Maybe I come see you 
wrestle," she said.  "Maybe I teach."  Then she gestured to him to leave, 
and he did, more sexually frustrated than anything.
      Carl got up to pass through the girl gauntlet.  As he got to his
twin, she put her hand on his chest to stop him, just as Su Lin had
stopped Ron.  She also reached gently for Carl's groin.  He first jumped 
back, then relented.  She massaged it gently until he began to harden. Then 
she suddenly squeezed.  He fell to the floor in pain.  She kicked him in 
the ass and he crawled through the gauntlet as the other girls did 
likewise.
      Butch's turn.  The former bully, former MCP was scared out of his 
wits.  He made a mad dash for the door.  But the twins tripped, him.  Then 
somebody goosed him, and he crawled out as Carl did, to a chorus of kicks.  
He landed on Carl, who still lay at the bottom of the stairs.
      Noting that running didn't work, Joey tried to walk out calmly.  But 
his fear was so great that he trembled visibly.  Through the twins OK. They 
startled him with shouts of "Boo!"  But they didn't attack.  But he had 
been most worried about Chi Ten, the 11-year-old who had been working his 
weak 14-year-old body over all night.  As he came to her she put her 
fingers on his chest and stepped in front of him.  She put her hand down to 
his crotch, and he closed his eyes in helpless terror.  She stood there, 
not touching him, for what seemed to him an eternity. Then she laughed, 
grabbed him behind the neck and flung him stumbling out the door to land in 
a pile with his fellow bedraggled boys.
      The four girls collapsed in helpless laughter as they chalked
up another one.