Denise By The Collector The Boss' Daughter or Enchanted By The Strength of a Pretty Girl. 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 I went home with my boss Bob from work to complete a project. We had a quiet dinner with his wife, Anne, son Jason, 19, and daughter Denise, 21. His family was very amiable and I took more than a passing interest in Denise. She was only a few years younger than I was and we had met several times and had flirted with each other more as a diversion than anything serious. To my pleasant surprise, she reciprocated by giving me more than the usual casual glances. After dinner, we retreated to the den to work on our project. As we entered the den, I was struck with the number of trophies in the room. There was very little room for anything else. We sat down to the table and got to work. In the middle of our work, Bob was looking for something on one of the tables, and was clearly frustrated when he couldn't find it. "Dammit...Jason...Denise!" he called out. The two came into the room a short time later. "You called Dad?" said Jason as he and Denise entered the room. "When are you two going to get rid of these? I can't find anything." "Most of 'em are Denise's Dad.... I can put mine in my room." Jason grabbed 4 trophies; they looked like football, and carried them out. "Denise?" Bob asked, looking to her. "But Daddy...I don't have room for them anywhere else. His pretty daughter pouted and I saw Bob melt. "Oh...alright honey...but no more." Bob smiled, forgot what he was looking for and we returned to work. An hour later, we finished and packed up. Bob went and got us both a beer, and I casually looked around the room, eyeing the trophies. I was a little dumbstruck at first. Every one of them was a trophy for arm wrestling...and they all had Denise's name on them...as far back as 11 years ago. I noticed there was a third place trophy, a second place...but all the others were first, or championship trophies. But it didn't fit Denise. She was only about 5'4", maybe 115 pounds soaking wet, and rather slim. She was very pretty with light brown hair, and deep brown eyes. She wore no make up. I liked the way she dressed, even though it was rather casual. At dinner, she was wearing tight jeans, thong sandals, and a white short sleeve blouse. Bob came back into the room with a cold beer for both of us. "Bob...these trophies...are these really Denise's?" "Every one of them...amazing isn't it?" "Sure is...she doesn't look the arm wrestling type." Bob walked over to one of the trophies and picked it up. "I know...that's what gets me too. This one here...she won that at a men's tournament in Georgia a year ago...beat every one of them guys. Damdest thing I ever saw." "Wow...that's amazing. Denise doesn't look likes she's that strong." I was starting to have wonderful thoughts about Denise. Bob took a recliner while I settled into an easy chair. "Don't let her looks fool you. That girl's as strong as anyone you'll ever meet. Runs on Anne's side of the family. It was tough for me getting used to when I met Anne. Anyway, all the women on her side of the family have...I don't know...I'd call it super strength...her sisters have it...their daughters...but Denise is the strongest of the bunch." Just then Denise walked into the room. I was drawn immediately to her.... And I think she sensed it. "Daddy...are you talking about me? I thought I heard my name mentioned." "Just talking about your trophies honey." "Bragging about how strong I am again?" She was talking to him, but looking at me, a sort of coy look on her face. "Bob" Anne called out. "Can you come here a minute please?" Bob left the room leaving Denise and I alone. Denise fingered one of the trophies, then looked at me casually. "So...what do you think?" she asked. "I'm...impressed...it must have taken a lot of hard work to get these." "Now...tell me what you really think...I saw something in your eyes when I came in here." "I-I'm...not sure what you mean." "Yes you do...you know exactly what I mean." She said. She saw right through me. She then came over and brazenly sat down on my lap. While I enjoyed it immensely, I was worried Bob would come back in. My face became flushed as I felt her soft feminine body on me. Her fragrance was sweet, her voice soft. "How'd...you know...I didn't say anything." "I can tell...I can always tell when a man's attracted to my strength. You are attracted to me aren't you?" Her innocent face and her pretty brown eyes were more than enough for I to find her irresistible. She had one arm wrapped easily around my neck, the other resting on her thigh, with my hand unexpectedly on hers. "Yes...very much so..." "And what attracted me to you first?" "I think you're sweet...nice...pretty..." She smiled at me. "That's so sweet. And what else?" "You're.... Denise...you must be...exceptionally strong..." I blushed right away, embarrassed that I said it. But she smiled anyway. "I'm very strong...especially for a girl...but did you know that I'm stronger than men too?" My breathing went up a notch...just listening to her talk so matter of factly...and her knowing I was attracted to her. I reached up involuntarily and placed my hand on her bicep. "N-no...I didn't..." "I like it when a man touches my bicep...does it feel hard John?" She tensed her arm slightly and it was a solid, as she knew it was. "Oh...yes.... Denise." "OK honey...I'll finish it in the morning." I heard Bob call out. "Oh oh...it's Daddy." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, jumped off my lap and scurried out of the room. "Bye Daddy" she called as she left. "I'll be back late...don't wait up." "OK princess...be careful." "You look like you've seen a ghost John." "Oh...it's nothing sir, just a bit tired." If he only knew. "Same here...think we ought to get some sleep. We have a rough day tomorrow." We finished our drinks then I got up and headed for the door. Bob saw me out. "Thanks for the help John...nice work too. See you in the morning." "Goodnight Bob..." And I headed for my car. I got into my car, started it, backed out of the driveway and drove off. Two blocks away, I heard a voice. "You could get into trouble for kidnapping the boss' daughter." "Denise! What're you doing here?" I yelled, hitting the brakes. "I thought you liked me...you sure felt like you did back there." She climbed over the seat and sat next to me...then move closer leaving no space between us. "I do...but..." "I know why else you like me too." She reached up and started nuzzling my neck. She was driving me nuts...and I loved it. "Denise...that feels so good...Wait a minute. If your dad found out...I'd be fired." "Don't worry about daddy...my mother can take care of him." "I know...your dad told me about the girls in the family." "He told you about how strong we are?" Her lips on my neck were becoming a distraction...please don't let it end. "Y-yes..." "And he told you who was the strongest too, didn't he?" She reached around before I could answer and plant a kiss on my lips. "You like strong, sexy girls, don't you John?" "Oh...Denise...yes..." "You like my strength too...don't you?" She bit me softly. "Oh my...Denise...yes...you're so strong Denise...I want you Denise...I want to feel your strength..." I hit the gas pedal and arrived home less than 10 minutes later, with Denise still all over me. I could feel an overpowering strength in her each time she moved. I put the car in park and shut if off. As soon as I did, Denise was on my lap, her lips attacking mine, her arms wrapped around my head. She reached for the door handle and got out, then dragged me out by the hand. We ran up to my door and I fumbled with the keys. "Hurry" she commanded. I couldn't find the right key, but she didn't care. She turned the knob in her hand, and as metal crunched against metal, the door suddenly opened. We rushed inside, as I barely shut the door. "Sorry...where's the bedroom?" she asked hurriedly. I motioned to the hallway, which she quickly dragged me down. We went into the bedroom and she quickly began disrobing. She was lithe, beautiful, and slightly muscular...and I relished the thought of the strength her beautiful body possessed. She had completely undressed as I was taking off my pants. She grew impatient...then she quickly grabbed my shirt with both hands and tore it from me. Buttons flew everywhere, my shirt was shredded...and I loved watching her do it. I stood there naked only a second when she threw me on the bed as though I were a teddy bear. She pounced on me, her legs on either side, then her lips came to mine again, now slower...much slower...then she backed away only slightly. "Now...isn't this much better?" she asked. I looked into her eyes and knew it never got better than it was at this moment. "Wow...yes Denise...you're so sexy..." She looked at me and smiled softly, her tongue running the length of her lips. "Now you're going to feel how strong I really am." And her lips came to mine and we embraced each other for the long night to come. * * * I woke up with Denise stretched across me. I got up, showered; though I had difficulty walking, and got dressed. Denise then woke up. "Hi" she said softly. She walked up to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Good morning...strong girl" I said blushing "I like it when you call me that." she purred. "I wanna stay with you...but your Dad's my boss...I have to be at work." "I know...it's OK...I have to go home anyway. They'll wonder where I am." "When...when...can I see you again?" I asked worried that she'd say this was a one-time affair. "Tonight...you don't know it yet...but you're going to marry me. You have to...now that we slept together." She said. Who was I to argue? Especially with a beautiful girl like Denise...and her wonderful strength. She embraced me passionately and kissed me, then I turned and left, not fully understanding how good my life had just become.