Kylie By The Collector The strong girl in the next cubicle Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. A little lengthy, but lots to whet your appetite. Hope ya enjoy it. Send comments so I know someone’s reading these to ChuckSt35@aol.com It was Friday, the day our boss had scheduled reviews for Kylie and I. We were the only two that reported to him, so it shouldn’t have been that much of a deal, but, as usual, he tried to make a big production out of it with subtle threats and innuendo about how we need to improve the quality of our work, etc. I was somewhat unnerved by the process and confessed my reservations to Kylie. “He’s such a prick, he’ll probably give us lousy reviews, no pay increase, and want us to do more work.” “You worry too much” she replied. “They’ll go fine…trust me.” “Easy for you to say…he likes you…a lot…even though he treats you as bad as me sometimes.” “That’s his problem…but just trust me, everything’s gonna be fine.” “What makes you so sure?” I asked. “These” she said, raising her arms. * * * Kylie and I had dated a couple times, but nothing to this point had developed seriously, but not by my choice. She was everything I could ever want in a woman. At 5’6”, and about 124, she had strawberry blonde hair that curled down her beautiful face to three or four inches below her neck. She dressed conservatively, but yet she knew how to dress to tease, so to speak. And today was no different. As I looked at her in the cubicle next to me, she was wearing a pastel yellow skirt with a blazer of the same color, with a white blouse underneath. I hated in when show wore a blazer as it almost, but not quite, hid her lovely breasts, which were much larger than most women's, and the object of every guy’s gaze in the office. Offset by her slim waist, her body was the perfect accouterment to an otherwise drab office. She had long, beautiful legs, slightly muscular, perfectly proportioned, the moved gracefully when she walked, carrying an air of confidence that I’d wished I also had. As I looked at her, I still couldn’t reconcile how beautiful she was with her strength, and it still amazed me that she could do the thing she could, with almost no effort, things I couldn’t conceive of ever doing. I’d seen her do things I couldn’t fathom and there were other things she’d told me and as long as I had known her, I had never known her to lie or embellish the truth. But as hard as it was to believe the things she told me about herself, I took them at face value. I had seen enough not to doubt her and relished the confidences she told me. It only made me want her more. I had found out quite by accident. She was in the copier room, getting some legal size paper for the copy machine. The legal paper was on the bottom of a stack of letter size. As I was walking by the supply room, the door slightly ajar, I peeked in to shut out the light and saw her standing there, with four boxes resting on her left hand as she was bending to pick up the lone box of legal. I startled her as the boxes slipped slightly, but she recovered, doing an amazing balancing act. “Kylie…how could…” “Oh, damn it…I knew somebody would find out…don’t tell anybody…please.” “Kylie…those boxes weigh 40 pounds each…yet…” “Oh, I guess they do” she said looking at the weight on the sides. She set the 4 boxes down easily, grabbed the box she needed and started past me. As if a second thought, she stopped and said, “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” “Um…OK…promise.” I was loyal to her. And I didn’t want to share her secret anyway. Every time I saw her the rest of the day, my temperature rose, and I suddenly became afraid to talk to her. I answered her questions as briefly as I could, not looking her in the eye. I was a wreck. Not only did I have to contend with having her so close, and so beautiful, I now knew she was physically superior to me, a thought that both enticed, and intimidated me. Near the end of the day, she decided to resolve our little conflict, or so it seemed. As I came back to my desk, my PC bleeped, and I noticed an incoming e- mail from Kylie. ‘What’s the matter?’ it read. ‘Nothing, I don’t know what you mean.’ I wrote back. ‘I know you better…give…what’s bothering you?’ Did I dare tell her? ‘You…in the supply room…holding those boxes.’ ‘I’m not sure I follow.’ ‘Kylie, it’s your…can’t…afraid to say…’ ‘C’mon…if ya can’t tell me…’ ‘I didn’t know you were so…strong…it’s really…sexy…’ Not a second later, I heard her slide her chair over to mine. Ohmygod, she’s gonna yell at me…or something. I shouldn’t even have said anything. “Do you mean that?” she asked. There was no way out of this, I was dead meat. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean anything…honest.” “Just answer the question…honestly.” She demanded. I lowered my head, not wanting to see her expression when I answered, and not wanting to lie to her either. “Y-yes…I do…I’m sorry, but…” She put her finger to my lips. “A guy’s never told me he was turned on by my strength before…that is so neat.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.” She said. “That is so cool…really Sean.” “It doesn’t bother you…really?” “No…I’ve always kept it to myself, but it flatters me that you feel that way.” I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her and smiled. And our relationship improved immeasurably, though not to the level I would have liked, and not in the manner I’d expected. As time passed, I found that not only did I not have to hide my affection for her physical prowess, but also she reveled in it as much as I did. If I wanted something done, furniture that required at least two people to move, file cabinets, desks, she was powerful enough to do it herself. I loved watching her, and she basked in my admiration of her. She even played coy with me…much to the delight of both of us. Last week as I was pushing a file cabinet full of old records on a dolly down the hall, she happened upon me and stopped in front of me. “Mmmm…looks like you’re having a difficult time with that,” she said. “Well, you wanna help?” I looked around to see if anyone was looking or listening. “I’m not sure I can. I’m just a girl…and girls aren’t supposed to be very strong are they?” “But you’re stronger than other girls, aren’t you Kylie? “Oh…maybe…I’m not sure Sean.” “Show me your strength Kylie…please?” “I’ll try Sean.” She put one finger under the bottom of the cabinet, while I held the dolly handle. I watched as she easily lifted the other end of the cabinet off the floor. My end suddenly got heavier and as I started to lose my grip, she reached her other hand underneath and held the cabinet, which must have weighed several hundred pounds, in her hands alone! “Oh, I guess I am strong enough. Pretty good for a girl, huh?” “Geez, Kylie, my god you’re so strong…I love it when you show off like that.” She set the cabinet back down and walked to me. “I like showing off, too…I don’t know why, but it feels so good to be so strong. Come here, let me show you something.” She quickly took off her blazer and set it on the cabinet, then pushed me into the coffee room, an alcove off the main hall with no door on it. “What…?” “Hush…and watch.” She peered out the door to see if anyone was looking, unbuttoning her sleeve at the same time. She raised her arm up and began curling. “Kylie…ohmygod…oh geez Kylie…I’ve always wanted to see your muscles…” Her bicep started rising immediately. “Why didn’t you say something? Put your hand on it.” I grasped it in my hand and felt it swell, my hand unable to contain her strength. “I just didn’t think you’d…” She kept curling and it kept growing, hard, round, and we both loved it. “You should know better by now.” I grabbed it with both hands, holding it, caressing it gently. “Kylie, you’re so strong…so sexy…” “Quick…kiss it…” as she kept an eye out in the hallway. No sooner had I put my lips to her strength, than she lowered her arm. A second later, our boss walked by. We both must have looked guilty of something to him but he was all business. “Kylie, be in my office in ten minutes. We have to go over the numbers for the month.” I finished moving the cabinet and went back to my desk. Kylie was already at hers. We just looked at each other and smiled. She pointed to my monitor. I looked and noticed an e-mail from her. ‘Hey, dummy, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to see my muscles?’ I turned around and looked at her, and just shrugged. She started typing again, and my screen blipped again. ‘And…what’d you think?’ She shouldn’t have asked me that, damn it. I hate baring my soul, but with Kylie, it really hasn’t been a problem. I e-mailed her, ‘I think I’m in lust with you…and your beautiful muscles.’ As she read it, she burst out laughing. I slid my chair to her cubicle. “What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?” “No, you’re just so honest. And I love it…I really do…when you talk about me like that. It makes me feel sexy…and strong. Would you do something for me?” “Sure…anything…” ‘When we’re alone…’ she replied. ‘Yeah?’ ‘I’m embarrassed…I can’t say it.’ She said, then turned to her keyboard. She could be such a computer geek, but I wasn’t going to tell her. As she finished typing, I went to my computer and read; ‘When we’re alone, would you call me…muscle girl?’ I looked over at her, noticing her blushing, for probably the first time. And I mouthed to her, “You beautiful strong sexy muscle girl.” She smiled broadly, a blush still there, and I felt extremely aroused just saying it to her. I liked where this was going. A relationship was blossoming. I got up from my chair to go clear my head. I’d have gone nuts sitting there any longer. * * * The phone rang. It was my boss, whom we affectionately referred to as ‘pinhead’. It was time. I got up from my desk. “My turn” I said to Kylie, walking towards her. “I told you, don’t worry. It’ll be OK.” She said. Her voice, and confidence were always reassuring, not to mention the thought of those arms. “Yeah, OK…here goes.” And I went off to pinhead’s…er, Perkins’ office. * * * My review didn’t go well at all. I was incompetent, lazy, inefficient, and by my boss’ accounts, not worth keeping. I knew better. Kylie and I were the only reason he was held in esteem by management. He kept belittling me and I kept taking it, knowing it would end soon for another year, and hoping he would be transferred. Then he started belittling Kylie. “She's no better than you are. She thinks she can come in here looking pretty and not have to do anything. I’m going to have a few choice words for her as well. I should just fire both of you.” “That’s a crock,” I said. “She works as hard as anyone in here…she and I are the only reasons you still have your job.” “What did you say?” “You‘re dead weight…you’re incompetent, you don’t appreciate anything we do for you, how good we make you look…you’re just a waste. Kylie could do your job on her worst day better than you could on your best.” I immediately regretted it, knowing what would happen next. “You’re fired…get the hell out of here.” “You stupid moron” I replied, then stormed out of the office. I left the office and noticed Kylie was standing right outside the door. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. “I heard everything…wait for me.” She walked into his office and sat down in the chair across from his desk. “What do you want?” he asked. “Your job” she replied. “You’re fired too…get out of here…now.” “You don’t understand…you’re the one that’s leaving.” Kylie got up and walked around the desk to the right. She lifted the edge of his desk with her left hand, gracefully forced it up on end, and then pushed it away from her. It landed on it’s top and slid to the wall with one leg piercing the drywall. Kylie walked in front of Perkins and stared at him, her legs spread slightly apart, her hands on her hips. “What do you think you’re doing? H-how’d you do that?” “We’ve had about enough of you…and you’re going to know what it’s like to have to take something…and not be able to do anything about it.” “We’ll see about…” Perkins stood up and was immediately put back in his chair as Kylie slapped his face…hard. So hard, I felt it outside the room. “Sit down until I tell you to leave.” “What do you think…” Slap! His chair was turned sideways. As she sat him down again, it moved back slightly. “You can’t…” Slap! I peeked inside his office. She was backing him up. Each time he tried to rise, her hand crossed his face, forcing him backwards. I loved watching her. “Ow…I’m going to…” Slap! “Kylie…” Slap! She was backing him up to the wall. “Sean” I heard Kylie call. I opened the door and walked in, glad she had called me. “Stop her” Perkins called out. Slap! “Get him…muscle girl.” “You puny man” she pulled him up out of the chair with a single hand. A foot taller than her, he now had a bright red mark on his cheek, and tears were forming in his eyes. Kylie then lifted him off his feet, with one hand! His eyes bulged as she threw him against the wall only a few feet to his rear, but easy enough so as to not do serious damage. “Omygod Kylie…your strength…” I uttered. She heard me, and just looked at me and smiled. “Ow…if you don’t stop…you’re hurting me…” “You’ll what?” she asked. She walked to him, turned him around, placing one arm behind him, pushing it upwards. “You’re going to resign, aren’t you?” “No…no…oowww…” “What did you say?” “Oowww…yes…let go…please…” She let his arm go and he turned around. “Go do it now.” she said, walking away. Perkins reached his arm back… “Kylie!” I yelled. She turned around just in time to see Perkins’ fist coming towards her. She quickly grabbed it in her hand, then backhanded him. She began twisting his arm as he moved to one side, his knees buckling. “Oowww.” He yelled as he fell to his knees. She squeezed his hand harder. “Now beg me not to hurt you, pinhead.” She reached down and slapped his face again. “No…no…oowww…” She reached down and grabbed his shirt again and with a swift movement, she whirled him around and flung him across the room, just to my left and he flew into a corner. “Nice move, Kylie.” “I thought so.” She turned towards him, a vicious smile on her beautiful face. The only sounds in the room were Perkins’ whimpering, and the sweet sound of her heels against the hardwood floor. I watched her stride confidently across the room, removing her blazer, tossing it to me, then unbuttoning the sleeves of her blouse. She rolled them up above her biceps and as she did, I notice her arms swell slightly. Perkins rose again as Kylie approached him. He grabbed the single coat rack next to him and swung it at her. Her hand stopped it and she easily grabbed it from him. She put her hands at either end of the rack, and slowly, but easily, began bending it, twisting it. The metal made a squealing sound as though begging her to stop as the ends moved towards each other, the metal helpless under her strength, I heard Perkins gasp as she tossed the rack in my direction. I dodged it as she laughed as I jumped to avoid it. Then she looked back towards Perkins. “Yes, baby, show him your strength…show me muscle girl.” I said to her. She looked at me with that beautiful smile then turned back towards Perkins. She approached him in the corner. He was now cowering after seeing what she did to the rack. “Baby? You called me baby!” she said smiling. She placed a chair in front of him, then stood on it. Then she reached down and put her hand under his chin. He grimaced, his head being forced sideways. Then she lifted him off the floor, bringing him to eye level. “Kylie…you’re so sexy when you show your strength…you’re killing me…” I said. “I can hurt you…you know that don’t you?” she asked Perkins. She smiled at me, “I know.” “Y-yes…” “Then you’re going to resign, aren’t you?” “But…” Slap! “Oww!” “Do you want me to hurt you?” “No…but…” Slap! “Oww! Please…stop…stop her…do something…” he spoke to me. “Nah…she’s doing fine.” I said. “Now tell me what you’re going to do.” Kylie said to him, pulling him close to her, still using a single hand to his chest. “I-I’ll resign…just…please don’t…” “And you’ll recommend me for your job, won’t you?” “Uh…” Slap! “Y-yes…yes…OK…no more…please…” She let him go as he fell to the floor at her feet. For a moment I was even jealous of him, looking up at the strong beautiful woman in front of him. “You have five minutes to collect your things and get out. I’ll be counting.” She said. “Come on” she said to me. “Bye pinhead” I said as we walked out of his, no her, office, pulling the door behind me. We waited for him to leave just across from his office door. As his door opened I whispered something to Kylie. She nodded back, a big smile crossing her face. As he walked out, passing just in front of us, Kylie took a quick jump towards him, as though attacking him. He flinched, dropping everything, and fell over himself, as we both burst out laughing. “You better hurry up,” she said to Perkins. “You only have a few seconds left.” As Perkins cleaned up, we walked into what would become her new office and closed the door. “That felt so good…I never felt stronger.” She looked at me and added, “…or sexier”, and she actually blushed. The clock struck 5 o’clock. She held her gaze, a soft smile on her face, waiting for my reply. “Are you…doing anything for dinner tonight? I thought maybe…” I asked, stroking my finger down her beautiful bicep. She was irresistible. She curled her arm slightly and smiled at me. “You like that, don’t you?” “Stop teasing me…you know I do…well, teasing is OK.” She smiled, almost laughed, knowing full well what she was doing to me…and herself. “Why don’t you come over tonight?” I held my hand on her arm, her bicep filling my hand as our eyes spoke to each other. I wanted her strength…her body…she needed my attention and adoration. “About 8?” I asked. “No…about 11…it’ll take you that long to clean my new office.” She turned and left, pulling the door behind her. I was bewildered…I thought she thought more of me than her…janitor…her lackey. I paced the floor, cursed under my breath, just falling short of calling her a bitch. Damn it, I deserved to be treated better than this. I stormed towards the door, pulled it open and found Kylie standing there, as though waiting for me. “And where do you think you’re going?” she asked, in a serious tone and determined look on her face, one that took me by surprise, and the same one I’d seen her give Perkins. “I’m…well, I’m…sorry…I was just…” “You were just what?” “Kylie…I was just…” And then a slow, broad smile came to her. “You were just going to take me home, weren’t you?” “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” “Yes…and you loved it, didn’t you?” “Well, yea…I did.” She came close to me and I embraced her. Then she looked up into my eyes and gently stroked her hand across my face. “Let’s go,” she said. “Your muscle girl has a very special muscle you haven’t seen yet.”