Cupcake and Princess By The Collector More muscles make Mark’s morals meet mischief or “They’ll do anything you want for it.” This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments so I know someone’s reading these to ChuckSt35@aol.com For technical purposes only, and not to elicit any libidinous reaction, descriptions are Holly, 5’5” 122, 35C-22-35, Brunette/brn; Leigh, 5’7”, 128, 36D-23-35, Blonde/blue, Mark, 5’10”, 178. Holly left work early, wanting to get a head start on her holiday shopping. Wanting to get out of her work clothes, she looked rather formal as an auditor, she made a quick stop by her apartment. She was surprised to see Mark’s car out front. She opened the door and walked in and heard music playing. She walked down the hall and had nearly got to her bedroom when Mark walked out, wearing only his skivvies. “H-honey, you’re home early…I didn’t expect you.” He said. “I just took the afternoon off…a few things I wanted to do today. I just have to change clothes first.” She started for the bedroom when Mark stopped her. “I-I better clean up in there first honey, it’ll only take a minute.” “Oh, Markie…I’m waiting” a soft sweet voice called from the bedroom. “Who’s in there?” Holly asked, trying to push past him. “It’s not what you think, Holly, it really isn’t.” “Let me in Mark” she yelled getting angry. Mark stepped to one side, resigned that she wouldn’t leave until she went in there. She walked in and saw her, Leigh, her rival from junior high, high school, college, and now work. Every boyfriend she ever had she had eventually lost to Leigh. And now this. “Well, hi Cupcake” Leigh said, tauntingly. She hated to be called that. Leigh had heard Holly’s father call her that once, and had picked up on it. Knowing how Holly hated it made it that much better. “What are you doing here?” “Well, what do you think we’re doing? Do I need to paint you a picture?” Leigh replied. “Honey, it’s not like…” “It is too like that, Mark. Are you afraid to tell her?” “Tell me what?” “He was going to break up with you…oops…I guess you haven’t heard yet have you?” “Mark…?” “Tell her Mark.” “Holly…it’s just that…” “W-what are you saying…why did you do this to me…I loved you.” “Oh, that sounds so sweet Cupcake.” “Shut up!” Holly yelled. “Mark, haven’t I been good to you?” “Yes…but…” “I treat you good…I’m good in bed.” Leigh got up off the bed, grabbing a robe from the nightstand and walked towards them. “Is she Mark?” Leigh asked, mockingly. “Holly…I know but…” “But what?” “I met Leigh…and…” “Oh no, beaten again Cupcake?” Leigh was merciless in her taunting of Holly, knowing from their past she always held the upper hand. “What does she have that I haven’t got?” “Oh, this’ll be good.” Said Leigh. She went behind Mark and folded her arms, resting her head on them on his shoulder. “Well, Holly, she’s…” “Tell her Mark…or you’ll never touch them again.” Mark was squirming, but knew he had to say it…he couldn’t imagine not having Leigh again and again. “Do I have to?” Mark asked Leigh. “Do it Mark…or else…never…ever…again.” “Holly, I’m sorry…but Leigh has…muscles…and she’s strong…super strong.” “What are you talking about?” Holly asked. “He likes his girls strong Cupcake, something I am and you’re not.” “Mark? You like…muscles…on girls?” Had the circumstances been different, she may have burst out laughing. Mark was silent, shy, and almost ashamed to admit it. “Mark? Don’t you like this honey?” Leigh asked. Leigh raised her left arm just to the left of Mark’s face and he saw the fabric of her robe rise steadily as her arm moved upwards. He resisted moving back the fabric, resisted putting his hand to her, but small beads of sweat formed on his brow; he was nearly shaking, wanting her right then. “Oh my…” Holly gasped, as she saw it too. As Leigh’s arm curled upwards, she saw a rise from Leigh’s arm she’d never seen before…on anyone. “See how he turns to jelly?” Leigh asked. “Watch this.” Leigh lowered her arm, moved her lips to Mark’s neck and nuzzled him. “Mark, you like my muscles don’t you? I’m your strong girl aren’t I?” Mark closed his eyes, savoring her touch and rapidly losing his ability to control his emotions and began visibly shaking. He threw his arms around her and his body into her as though jumping her. Leigh quickly grabbed him around the waist, squeezing him hard and long enough to know she wasn’t ready yet. Mark settled back, his momentary surge placed in a holding pattern, waiting for her beckoning. “See, Cupcake. Can you do that to him?” “I’ve never seen him like that. Guys like that? They like muscles on girls? It seems so…different.” “Guys love it. And they’ll do anything you want for it…anything. They love a girl’s muscles, and they love a sexy girl that’s stronger than they are.” “Wow, where have I been? I’ve got to go. You’ll be moving out tonight Mark. Be gone when I come back please.” Holly said to Mark. She turned around and started to leave. “Don’t you want him back Cupcake?” Leigh asked. “No, looks like you’re having too much fun with your new…toy. You can take him with you. Bye…bitch.” “Bye Cupcake.” * * * Holly spent the afternoon shopping, and Leigh’s comments kept coming back to her. ‘They’ll do anything you want for it…’ She thought about it over and over, the unlikelihood of it being true. When she got home that night, she went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. “No…what am I doing?” She stood there, wanting to, but not feeling comfortable with it. “It’s not me…I can’t do this.” She went to bed that night, vowing not to give it another thought. Then, just after at 3 AM, she woke up, the thought still nagging at her. “Oh, just do it Holly” she told herself. She slid the sleeves of her PJ’s up, flexed both arms in the mirror and saw a gentle rise from both arms. “Well, bigger than most girls but not like Leigh’s. I wonder if I’m even a little strong?” She went back to bed, then rose shortly after 6. As she was getting dressed, a thought crossed her mind. “I look a little stronger than most girls, and maybe she was telling the truth.” She grabbed a short sleeved blouse, trying to think of a way to test what Leigh had said. She left for work, still second-guessing herself. * * * Holly went through the line at the company cafeteria at lunch and looked around for a ‘victim’ to test. In a far corner, she saw one of the firm partners, a short 40’ish studious type, engrossed in paperwork, and went to his table. She placed her tray on her right hand and walked to his table. Upon arriving, she asked, “Mind if I sit with you Mr. Harris?” As she spoke, she slid her sleeve up, pretending to scratch, and watched his eyes. His eyes left her and went immediately to her bicep. ‘Omygod, it’s true. He likes my muscles.’ she thought. She even tensed her arm while his eyes were there, just for the reaction. Harris’s eyes seemed to widen and his posture shifted slightly. ‘What’s he thinking about?’ she thought. She sat down and they ate lunch over small talk…until Harris broached it. “So, Holly…you work out, or something?” Good, an opening. “I’m just trying to stay in shape…trying get a little stronger.” Let’s see if he bites. “You look pretty strong to me…at least your arms. Looks like you’d be pretty good at arm wrestling.” Harris shied away after he said it. Yes, keep coming Harris. She raised her arm and lightly ran her hand through her hair…and watched as Harris’ eyes focused on her. ‘My god, he’s eating this up…he loves it.’ “I wouldn’t mind trying, if it’s OK with you.” She said innocently. ‘This is a learning experience. I’ll get creamed, but I have to start someplace.’ The both placed their arms on the table, Harris’ much larger than hers, and locked hands. She was intimidated, but determined to give a good showing. As she said ‘Go’, their hands stayed at center, feeling each other out, neither pressing too hard. Both began to exert more pressure on the other. Holly was surprised she was holding as well as she was. More than thirty seconds into the match, both were straining. Holly saw beads on Harris’ forehead, yet she knew she had something left. She pushed harder against him…and his hand started moving backwards. He looked at her, a shocked look on his face. ‘Oh, wow, I’m stronger than he is. I’m strong!...This is so cool’ She thought to herself. She locked eyes with him, exerting more pressure, watching his arm start to falter. “Holly…you’re really…strong…I wouldn’t have…guessed.” His words were spoken in gasps for air. She gained confidence just knowing he was struggling. Holly took a deep breath, hoping…then she put all the strength she had left into one push against him. Her eyes stared into him. As she pushed him, his arm seemed to melt and she found her strength easily overpowering him. She wanted to ask him, ‘Am I really sexier like this…overpowering you, dominating you, with my strength?’ She knew the answer as she slowly, deliberately pinned his arm to the table and saw the look in his eyes. “You’re incredibly strong for a girl Holly…I wouldn’t have thought to look at you.” “Thanks Mr. Harris…must be just good genetics.” They parted company and went back to work. Not surprised, Harris called her later that afternoon and asked her out. She graciously declined thinking she had better things to do. * * * That night, Holly went to a sporting goods store, bought a set of weights and resigned herself to being a hermit for the next several months. She bought health food, training books, and magazines, joined a women’s gym and dedicated herself to perfecting her body. She wanted size, but in only the right places. And she wanted strength. She bought a new wardrobe, nothing sexy, only baggy clothes. She didn’t want to see anything, show anything, or even flex her arm again until she was done. As the months progressed, Holly could feel a change in her. She became more confident, more sure of herself. And she knew she was stronger, much stronger. What were heavy weights a few months ago were now tinker-toys to her. And she somehow, unexplainably, felt more alluring, more attractive. Five months after she started, she knew she was ready. It doesn’t seem nearly long enough, she thought. People work for years at this stuff. But it was a feeling She went to the bathroom and stripped off her sweatshirt. ‘OK, Holly, let’s see’ she said to herself. She raised both arms and curled them slowly, watching each of them, her eyes shifting back and forth. When she finished, she let them down and backed away from the mirror. “Oh no…this can’t be…it’s not possible.” * * * Holly rang the doorbell and heard footsteps. “Well, hi Cupcake, what brings you here?” “Don’t call me Cupcake, bitch, and is your little toy here?” “I’d be very careful how you talk to me Cupcake. You have no idea what I’m capable of. Remember these?” Leigh said, holding out her arms. “Of course…is he around tonight?” “Mark! Someone to see you.” Leigh called. “Coming Princess.” “Mark, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” “I’m sorry…Holly!” as he walked into the room. “What’re you doing here?” “I just came by to see how the bitch Princess and her little toy were doing.” “I’m not going to warn you again.” “Holly…I’d be careful…she’s really strong.” “You mean…if I call her bitch again…your Princess might get mad at me?” “That’s it!” Leigh said. She walked up to Holly, and stood just inches from her face and stared at her. “Take it back…or else.” “Or else what…Princess?” Mark tried to jump in between them. Leigh casually placed her finger under his chin, lifted him off the floor and set him down, away from them. “Stay away Mark” Holly said, “You might get hurt.” “Or else…I’ll break you in half…and I’ll let Mark watch…won’t that be humiliating for you? And a turn on for Mark?” “Oh my…I don’t know what to do…apologize to the bitch Princess...or insult her again.” Holly mocked. Their eyes stared into each other’s. In an instant, Leigh backed away, brought her arm back to slap Holly, then quickly brought it forward. It was stopped dead cold as Holly raised her hand, grabbing Leigh’s wrist. Leigh looked at Holly, a surprised shock on her face. “What’s the matter Princess…having a problem?” Leigh tried to wrestle her wrist from Holly, but Holly’s arm held firm, unwavering. “There’s no…way” Leigh said. “Nobody’s as strong as I am. I’ll show you bitch.” Leigh raised her other arm and swung it towards Holly. Again, Holly caught her wrist. “Oh, not again Princess. Having a problem?” Leigh continued to try to wrestle away from Holly, only to find Holly’s strength easily superior to hers, made all the worse by the smirk on Holly’s beautiful face. Holly let one arm go, then twisted the other behind Leigh’s back. Leigh, even with her incredible strength, couldn’t resist Holly. Holly pushed up slightly on Leigh’s arm. “Oowww…no…you’re hurting me…” Leigh cried. Mark watched, unbelieving at what he was seeing, his powerful girlfriend being mishandled easily by Holly. His excitement had begun to show as he began pacing, getting closer for a closer vantage point. “Holly…oh fuck…your strength…how did you get so…strong…I didn’t know…” was all he could say. Holly pushed up just slightly on Leigh’s arm. “Oowww…Holly…please…” Leigh cried. Tears were welling in her eyes, gentle sobs coming from her. Holly felt sorry for her for the first time, and knew for the first time that she had the upper hand on Leigh. And Leigh would never get it back. “That’s it Holly…get her.” Mark said. Leigh just looked at him with tears in her eyes, feeling both betrayed and angry. Holly had other ideas as she held Leigh. “Come here Markie” she said. Mark walked to her, a look of ‘I’m getting her back’ in his eyes. She held out her arm to him. “Mark, put your hand right there…on my bicep…you don’t mind do you?” He placed his hand on it, grinning with anticipation. She curled her arm, her strength exploding off her arm, filling his hand, then both hands with an iron-like ball of feminine power. He looked at her beautiful, innocent face, her soft smile, and a wanting look, making her strength all the more erotic. “Omygod Holly…your muscles…” “Even stronger than…Leigh? Sexier too?” “Yes, Holly…I can’t believe you’re so strong…I always wanted you back anyway.” “You want me now, not Leigh, don’t you?” Mark’s hands were working overtime on Holly. “Oh…yeah…I want you back Holly…you’re sexier, smarter…and now stronger…who needs her?” “Did you hear that Princess? I knew you’d feel that way Mark.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek then let Leigh’s hand go. Holly gave a stern look to Leigh…then a subtle smile came across her face. “I thought I was strong. But you…” Leigh said. Holly handed her a tissue as she wiped the wetness from her eyes. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.” Holly said as she wiped another tear from Leigh’s face. “I’m OK. And I’m sorry too…I guess my strength went to my head…can we be…friends?” “As long as you don’t steal any more of my boyfriends.” Leigh smiled at Holly and said, “I promise…no more boyfriends…I’d be afraid of what you’d do.” “I better be going” Holly said as she headed for the door. “Hold on babe, I’m comin’ too.” called Mark. “Not with me, you’re not.” “But…you said…” “I think Leigh has a few things to…discuss…with you.” Mark’s eyes opened wide, and he realized he’d just been set up. Holly opened the door and looked back at Leigh. “Bye Leigh…he needs to be taught a lesson…but don’t hurt him too badly. Mark, I think Leigh’s going to show you her muscles…won’t that be fun?” “But Holly…” Mark pleaded. “You were right Leigh…they will do anything for it.” “Bye Holly” Leigh countered. “Holly…” “Yes?” Leigh walked to the door, approaching Holly. She ran a finger slowly down Holly’s arm. “Can I…call you?” Her tone was soft, suggestive, vulnerable, irresistible. It was something she’d always thought of, but never seriously entertained. ‘Holly, go for it’ she thought. Holly took Leigh’s hand in hers and softly squeezed it, noticing Leigh biting her lip, and watching the wanting look in Leigh’s eyes. “Yes…that might be nice…maybe tonight?” Holly kissed Leigh softly then turned and walked out. The door shut as Leigh walked towards Mark. She stood by the door, only to hear. “Oh no…Leigh…please…don’t hurt me…oowww!” as Mark cried in vain. She stayed there a few moments, listening to Mark’s muffled cries of pleading, adoration, and left when he began to cry, begging for Leigh’s forgiveness. As she walked away a thought came to her; “She was right…they will do anything for it…I think she will too.”