Brandi and Missy
By The Collector
Attracted To Her Strength or Muscles at Lunchtime


Copyright 1999 The Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  Send comments to 
ChuckSt35@aol.com

This story is narrated by Missy. 

I was sitting in the company cafeteria and noticed her again.  I had 
seen her several times and my curiosity had gotten the better of me.  I 
had reason to believe she was…a little like me.  I at least wanted to 
find out. 

I had just finished lunch with Tom.  We were good friends, though Tom 
had wanted more from me.  And someday he would get it, but not just yet.  
There was something about me that drove him nuts and I knew he was in 
love with me, but he wanted it as much as any guy I’d ever known.  The 
thought of a guy wanting me for my strength was a nice thought, though 
I’d never dated a guy like Tom. 

As she walked through the line, but Tom and I looked her way. 

“Why are you looking at her?” I chided Tom. 

“I wasn’t…she was just there…honest.” 

“Well…I don’t want you looking at any other girl…ever.” I scolded him 
angrily, though I really didn’t mean it.  I just wanted to keep him in 
check.  I also think he liked it when I treated him that way.  And I 
knew he’d do what I told him.  

“I’m sorry Missy…I didn’t mean to…but you looked at her too.” 

“That’s different…I can do what I want…you have to do what I say.” I 
said emphatically. 

“That’s not fair…just because I like you…a lot…” 

“And because I’m stronger than you Tom?” 

“Well…yea…but it’s still not fair.” 

“I know…but it’s the way it is…and we both like it that way…don’t we?”  
I knew he did…and I knew he wanted to hear it from me.  He didn’t answer 
as my eyes drifted up. 

As she walked through the line, I was totally captivated by her.  She 
was 5’5”, with long blonde hair and what looked like blue eyes.  She 
wore a white skirt, just above her knees and a matching pink top with a 
beautiful body…at least as good as mine.  I was 35D-23-35…it was very 
rare to find another woman built like I am and I relished the thought of 
being with a woman as beautiful as I was.  She wore white sandals and 
had long slender, but muscular legs that made me cringe.  I can’t 
imagine what Tom was going through. 

She walked confidently towards us and our eyes met, neither of us 
turning away.  She smiled slowly at me and my heart skipped a beat.  I 
had to meet her…. I don’t know why, but I HAD to. 

“Ready to go Missy?” Tom asked. 

“I guess so,” I said, trying to find a way to get away.  I walked 
towards the exit and looked back briefly.  She was watching me!  I 
blushed, but knew in a few minutes I’d know who she was. 

“I’ll see you in the office Tom” I said ducking into the ladies room.  I 
checked my hair and makeup, and my clothes, making sure my blouse was 
tight, and unbuttoned the second button.  Then I left and walked towards 
the cafeteria. 

I walked in confidently with a slow deliberate walk and caught her eye 
immediately.  She smiled and just watched me.  Her eyes took in 
everything…I could tell she liked what she saw, as much as I did. 

“Hi…I’m Missy,” I said now at her table. 

“Hi…I’m Brandi.  I’m sorry for…staring.  I couldn’t help myself…you just 
looked so sexy” She said her eyes not leaving mine.  But I blushed 
anyway, unaccustomed to being so flattered by another woman. 

“I confess Brandi…I couldn’t take my eyes off you.  I’ve never been 
attracted to another girl before…until now.” 

“I know…me neither” she said, “It’s a little strange…but I thought we 
might have something in common.” 

“You won’t believe this…but I was thinking the same thing.” I said, 
rolling my sleeves up maybe an inch, trying to see what she was 
thinking.  I tensed my arm and felt my bicep expanding the sleeve of my 
blouse. 

“Oh my…Missy…we do have something in common…something very special.” She 
said.  She raised her arm and ran her hand through her hair.  I could’ve 
cried.  Her bicep was nearly identical in size to my own.  I’d never 
seen a woman who could match me…until now…and I was in heaven.  She 
lowered her arm, seeing my reaction and placed her hand on the table.  I 
reached across instinctively and took it in mine. 

“Missy…are those just for show…or for strength?” 

“Well…I’m pretty…I’m feminine…but I’m very, very strong.” I said as 
sweetly as I could.  

“Oh Missy…could I see…your muscles?  Oh I’m so embarrassed.  I’ve never 
asked another girl that before.” 

“Don’t be embarrassed…I’m flattered.  And I’d love to show you my 
muscles but…what about you?  Are you as strong as you look?”  I was 
hoping so much it was true. 

“Like you…I’m pretty…I’m very feminine…and I’m incredibly strong.” 

“Brandi…that is so sexy…I’ve always wanted to meet another strong 
girl…and I’m dying to see your muscles.” 

“I think muscles on another girl is very sexy Missy…oh my…I was just 
fantasizing about your strength Missy.  I can’t help it…but just 
thinking about your muscles…it’s like I have to see them.”  I loved 
hearing her talk about me…I felt so sexy…so desirable…and stronger than 
I’ve ever felt knowing she wanted my strength. 

I pulled my hand away from the table and clenched my fist.  I curled my 
arm and felt my bicep rise.  Her eyes nearly popped when she saw my 
muscle…and it only made me feel stronger. 

“Missy…it’s so pretty…and it looks so strong…” 

“Go Missy!” I heard Tom yell behind me.  I lowered my arm and turned 
around. 

“Tom…what were you doing back there?” 

“Watching you…and those muscles…that was great!  I can’t help it 
Missy…you look so powerful.  Wasn’t she great?” he asked Brandi. 

“I know” she answered.  “Imagine a girl being so strong…I wish I had 
strength like that.” 

“I know…but I know a few girls that are pretty strong…and some didn’t 
even know it.” Tom said. 

“Tom likes strong girls…he can’t help it.” I said. 

“You mean…there’s really girls stronger than guys?” Brandi asked.  I 
knew where this was going…and I couldn’t wait to see the look on Tom’s 
face. 

“Oh yea…you might be stronger than you think” Tom said.  “By the way, 
I’m Tom.” 

“Hi…I’m Brandi.  Tom…how does a girl know?  I mean…how does she know if 
she’s stronger than a guy?” 

“I don’t know…you could arm wrestle or something.  That’s usually the 
easiest.” 

“Would you arm wrestle me?  I don’t want to impose on you, but it’d be 
nice to find out.” 

“Sure…but I warn you…I’m a pretty strong guy.”  Tom was right…he was 
strong for a guy.  At just over 6 feet and 190 pounds, he had played 
football in college and lifted weights regularly.  But he was still no 
match for me. 

“Just don’t hurt me,” Brandi said. 

“I won’t…I promise” Tom replied putting his arm on the table.  Brandi 
raised hers to his and placed her small hand in his. 

“OK…when Missy says go, just start pushing…and I’ll push back.” Tom 
said. 

“OK you guys…GO.” I said anxiously anticipating…hoping she could do what 
I thought she could. 

They started pushing against each other as Tom strained slowly pushing 
Brandi’s arm down.  Her eyes met mine and a slow smile came across her 
face, but she wouldn’t let Tom go any further.  He exerted more and more 
effort, but her arm, now a quarter of the way down, didn’t move.  Tom 
began pushing harder, leaning into her. 

“Brandi…you’re really strong for a girl” Tom said his voice straining.  
He leaned his shoulder into her, trying to force her down, but she still 
held. 

“You’re pretty strong too Tom.  But maybe… you should use your other 
hand.” 

“Huh?  No way.  Only Missy’s that strong.” He said.  Then he put his 
other hand on top of his first…and pushed even harder. 

“Oh no…it can’t be” he muttered as he strained against her.  And I loved 
it…she was as strong as I hoped she’d be…maybe as strong as I was. 

Tom was losing energy, but Brandi wasn’t fazed. 

“Tom…should I start pushing now?” Brandi asked. 

“What…?” he asked in amazement.  Then Brandi started pushing 
him…slowly…easily…past center…the I watched as his eyes got big as 
Brandi pushed him arm down to the table and held it there. 

“Is that how strong a girls’ supposed to be Tom?” she asked. 

“Oh man…you’re as strong as Missy.  I didn’t think anyone else could be 
that strong…especially not another girl.  And you’re so feminine.” 

“Maybe I am as strong as Missy,” she said looking straight at me. 

“Tom…could you leave us alone for a while?” I said. 

“But Missy…” 

“Tom…you don’t want me to have to ask you again…do you?”  I could be so 
intimidating when I wanted to be, though I’d never hurt him. 

“N-no Missy…I’ll...I’ll see you later.”  And Tom walked off, a little 
hurt, but he’d be OK. 

“You certainly have him trained.  He’s scared to death of you.” Brandi 
said. 

“Wait’ll he sees your muscles…he’ll be scared of both of us.” I said. 

“Actually…I’m kind of curious…like…which one of us is stronger?” Brandi 
said.  I felt the same way, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.  I was 
enjoying just knowing Brandi had such exceptional strength. 

“We don’t have to find out just yet…do we?  I mean…I have 
some…fantasies…I’d like to explore…that only another strong girl can do 
for me. 

“You read my mind,” I said. 

“Would you like to meet after work?” she asked. 

“I’d love to…we can go to my place.” I said.  

We got up to leave and instinctively held each other’s hands as we 
walked out of the cafeteria.  She looked at me as we walked out and 
smiled. 

“It’s nice to have my own strong girl,” she said. 

“Me too…muscle girl” and I reached across and kissed her softly.  We 
parted and turned to walk away. 

“Missy…bring those pretty muscles tonight.” 

I turned to walk away and felt her eyes staring at me from behind.  I 
was strong, sexy, more powerful than anyone I’d ever known…and I 
couldn’t wait to feel Brandi’s strong arms around me.