Lori By The Collector The Strong Girl in the Pool Hall or Lori’s Pretty Muscles 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 “You gotta see this chick shoot” Jerry said. We were headed to a pool hall, one of our local hangouts. Jerry had raved for the last two days about how she had went there alone a couple nights ago and cleaned out everyone, including the local hustlers. “She’s a looker too, Tom…drop dead gorgeous.” He raved on. I took it with a grain of salt, as every girl was drop dead gorgeous to Jerry. We walked in and noticed a large crowd to the rear of the building. We moved to the rear and noticed a group of about 20 people surrounding a table, with a large man at the table. He was well over six feet tall, rather burly, and wore jeans, a T-shirt with a heavy metal band on the front, and a jean jacket. He had long dark hair, and a beard to match, and appeared to be very muscular, not fat. He had just broken, pocketed a ball and was lining up his next shot. “You won’t get another shot girlie” he said to her. Then my eyes turned towards her. Jerry wasn’t being over zealous. She was a brunette, with hair that fell a few inches down her shoulders. She was wearing a very tight red dress that was shorter than most cutoffs girls wore. Her long legs were thin, lightly tanned and slightly muscular and she wore high-heeled sandals with double straps across the top. Her toes were painted to match her dress. She must have known we were staring as she glanced at me and smiled and her pretty brown eyes and perfect lips immediately got my attention. Her dress was surprisingly low cut, with perfect breasts that seemed to want to jump out. At 35D-22-35, and only 5’5”, she was as beautiful a girl as I’d ever seen. “Holy smoke” I said to Jerry. “Where’d she come from?” “Who cares…but I told you she was gorgeous.” “I know but…geez…she’s really built.” I kept glancing over at her…staring was more like it…and she kept returning my glances with a smile, seemingly unannoyed at my stares. She was more congenial than I had expected her to be. “Game’s over sweetie…get her cash ready,” the burly man said to another, apparently holding the game’s stakes. The nine-ball sat on the bottom rail just to his left. The eight ball lay on the break spot, with the cue just behind it. He readied a shot for the eight ball up in the far corner, and then the nine would have been an easy shot in the corner. We stood behind him as he shot. The 8- ball went to the corner, danced in the pocket, and just sat there, refusing to fall. “Fuck!” he said, pushing his way past us. She walked towards us, her eyes on the table, chalking her cue on the way, her heels making a sweet noise across the wood floor. She knelt over the table, and slipped the cue between her delicate fingers, positioning it behind the cue. After a couple practice strokes, the cue went down, struck the eight, then backed up and came back quickly towards our end of the table, curved slightly and landed just inches from the rail. She pocketed the nine-ball easily. “Lady wins” the stakeholder announced as he approached her, holding out a large wad of bills. “Like hell she does” her opponent announced grabbing wad from him, then going to the far side of the table, as if ready to break. “Just a minute” she said in a soft, feminine voice. “I won that game. That money’s mine.” “Well, who’s gonna take it from me? You see anybody here?” No one in the crowd jumped to her rescue, including me. After seeing no one come to her rescue, she looked across at him. “I guess I’ll have to.” She said and walked to him. She set her house cue in the rack, then placed her hand on his custom cue. He resisted, but she was able to pull it away anyway. She placed her hands in the center where the pieces screwed together, held it out in front if him, perpendicular to the ground, and snapped it in half as though it were a toothpick. “Wow! Did you see that!” I said almost too loudly as everyone looked at me, including her. “You bitch!” the burly man cried. His hand came up as if to hit her. His hand came down and she grabbed it and turned him around. With her other hand, she grabbed his belt, lifted him off the floor, and carried him to the table. She threw him on the table, face up, then jumped on the table and straddled him. His arms were flailing, trying to push her away, push her off him. She just smiled, grabbed both his hands and easily pinned them behind his head. It had all looked too easy. “Isn’t that cool?” I said again too loudly, now embarrassing myself. “Now” she said, “Do you see anybody here that can take it from you?” She was smiling at him as she said it, which only infuriated him. His face got red as he struggled further to free himself. “I’m gonna…” he started before being interrupted. “You want me to let you go?” She stood up, letting his hands go, her legs astride his torso. Then she reached down with a single hand and grabbed the front of his shirt. She lifted him up slowly as his hands tried to free hers from him. But she raising him up until his feet were on the table. Then, unexpectedly, his feet left the floor slowly and he found himself dangling in the air, now not even resisting. “Oh my…look…look at her strength!” I shouted, still louder than any guy should be heard espousing an uncharacteristic female attribute. “Keep it down, will ya?” Jerry said. “I can’t help it…have you ever seen a girl that strong?” She heard me and smiled softly holding him in the air. Then she spoke, as if only to me. “There aren’t any other girls this strong.” She said in her softest voice. My heart took an extra beat as she looked into my eyes, her soft smile and femininity only enhancing her strong beautiful body. Then she looked back at her captive. “Now…do I have to take my money from you? Or are you going to give it to me like a good boy? I promise you won’t like it if I have to take it.” She then rotated herself and he found himself hanging off to the side of the pool table, nearly six feet off the floor. “Man…look at that…I’ll bet she’s got muscles too,” I said. I got the strangest looks from the crowd but I didn’t care. “Chicks don’t have muscles Tom” Jerry said. “Chicks don’t…but I do…strong pretty ones” she said, again looking at me. The man weighed his options, reached in his pocket and handed her a wad of bills. She took it in her left hand and held it out to the crowd. “You” she said, looking at me, “Hold this for me.” I thumbed quickly through the bills and mentally noted there was almost two thousand dollars! “You…you gonna let me down lady?” “I suppose…” she said and then she dropped him. He fell to the floor where he was greeted with laughter from the crowd. She walked to the edge of the table and looked down at me. “Well? Are you going to help me down or not?” she asked in a demanding voice. I went to the table, reached my hands to her waist and she leapt off and glided easily to the floor. “Come on…you can buy me dinner…I’m starved.” She said as she walked away quickly with me in tow like a puppy. “What about your money?” I asked. She didn’t look back but her reply was confident. “You’re not stupid enough to try anything like leaving with it. Besides…you’re going to spend it on me.” It worked for me. She sat down inn a booth and I sat down across from her. Apparently she’d been there before as she reached for a purse, pulled out a compact, and flipped open the mirror. I was almost staring at her…well; I was staring at her. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked. I turned red from embarrassment without uttering a word. “That’s cute…you’re blushing.” She said with a soft, genuine smile. “So…what’s your name” she asked. “I’m Lori Anne…Lori Anne Sanders…call me Lori.” Nice name…perfect for her. “I’m Tom…Tom Whitman…glad to meet you Lori.” The waitress came by and we ordered. “So Tom…you enjoyed that back there…very much…didn’t you?” She asked. A thin straw from a previous drink danced across her pretty lips. “Well...it had… a certain attraction to me.” I said shyly. “And what was that attraction?” she asked as I suddenly felt her foot running up my pants leg. I swallowed hard as she watched me sweat a bit, much to her delight. “You’re so bashful Tom…I think it’s cute.” “I just thought…I mean…you looked…really strong, for a girl.” “I am strong Tom…couldn’t you tell?” “Yeah but…I’ve never seen a girl do what you did…or a guy for that matter.” “And you never will…you’ll never meet anyone as strong as I am Tom. I thought you knew that.” “Well, I…” “Tom…you like stronger women don’t you…strong mentally, emotionally, physically, but feminine, and sweet.” She read me like a book. It wasn’t a lustful attraction, but an attraction based on mutual needs, complimentary personalities, both willing to take the strengths and weaknesses of each other. “How’d…how’d you see that…so fast?” I asked. “I’m also very smart Tom…I have an IQ of 168. Even if I didn’t have the strength I do, I could make you do anything I wanted, just by telling you to. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you?” She then dropped her compact on the floor. “Pick it up Tom.” I looked at her as she raised her eyebrows quickly as though saying, ‘I told you you would.” And she was right. I slid under the table to look for it and found it resting under her bare foot. “I don’t want you to come up without it Tom.” She said her head peeking under the table to look at me. “But your foot…it’s…” “Then you’ll have to lift that up too…but if you do, you have to kiss it.” I liked her style. I took her delicate foot in my hand a she arched it slightly, then brought it to my lips. “You don’t have to Tom…I just wanted to see if you would…C’mon up here.” I looked up at her and smiled, pursed my lips across her toes and gently kissed them. There was no way I was going to pass up what I had always thought was a sign of adoration and affection…though somewhat lustful as well. “My…that was very sweet Thomas…thank you.” she said. I came out from under the table and sat back down across from her. She looked at me quietly. “You’re not so shy after all, are you?” she asked. “Sometimes it just takes the right person I guess.” “Come here” she said patting the empty space on the booth bench next to her. I smiled shyly, stood up and went to the other side. I sat down and felt her hand on my thigh immediately. She grabbed it firmly, not tightly, a feeling I enjoyed immensely. “You’re dating me now…you know that don’t you?” she said. Oh my goodness, this was great. “Uh…just like that?” “Yes…just like that…is there a problem with that? I usually get what I want Tom. And you like me don’t you?” “Yea…you’re…different, but a nice different…yea, I like you.” I couldn’t help but keep gazing at her cleavage. Her breasts were firm, prominent, inviting. “Well, I know you like those…but at least stop staring” she said smiling, gripping my leg harder. “Sorry…I couldn’t help it…” but my eyes still wandered there. “I may have something else to divert your attention…if you want.” “Uh…like what?” “Something most girls don’t have…something very big…very pretty…and very strong…you like me being strong don’t you Tom?” “I-I…can’t explain my attraction to your strength.” My eyes again were diverted towards her cleavage. “You’re so feminine…and so beautiful…but knowing you have the strength to do whatever you want...it just drives me up a wall.” Her beautiful eyes never left me and a soft smile widened as I spoke. Something was touching her. “You’re very honest about it…most guys wouldn’t dare say what you just said.” “For some reason, I didn’t think you’d hold it against me.” “Of course not…why did you think I picked you out? I could have any guy here I wanted…and you know it.” “I know…and I’m flattered.” “I am too…more than you know.” She said. I blushed and surprisingly, she did the same, and we grinned at each other. “So…what else do you want to know about me Tom? Ask me anything you want.” “It’ll sound stupid…” I said, but I wanted to know so badly. “I know what you’re going to ask, but go ahead…I expect it…and I don’t mind a bit.” “Well…have you always been…you know…powerful…and strong?” “That wasn’t what I thought you were going to ask…but you will. Anyway…I’ve always been like this…I was a strong little girl Tom. When I was 7, I beat up a bully twice my age…and twice my size. To this day, I don’t think he believes it was me. And I’ve had muscles since I was 10 or 11. It was scary at first…I thought I was a freak or something, but the bigger they got, and the stronger I got, the more I liked it…and the more feminine I thought they were…and the more feminine I thought my strength was. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She knew it was. “Wow…” was all I could muster as I shifted uneasily in my seat, her hand still resting on my thigh. “Want to see something…strong and pretty…Tom? Want to see what a pretty girl’s muscles look like?” My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard just thinking about it. She knew what I was thinking. “Oh my Lori…yes…please…” I was almost begging, and we both knew it, but I really didn’t care. I ran my right hand up her arm, the one resting on my thigh. I was soft, yet firm, and I knew she was stronger than any woman I’d ever meet again. “Here…let me show you something.” She moved her arm from my leg and placed it behind me, gently stroking the back of my neck. I shifted slightly in my seat, turning to my left; my eyes and hers seemingly entranced. She made a fist with her small, delicate hand, decorated with rings and nail polish, A bracelet rested on her wrist that she slid up her arm and fit loosely around her bicep. Then she curled her arm. Her forearm tensed and her bicep expanded easily meeting the bracelet. She brought two fingers to her lips, kissed them, then put them to mine. “Watch this Tommy.” She curled her arm further and the bracelet began to expand…stretching itself as her powerful bicep expanded. “Oh Lori…” I whispered raising my hand to her powerful arm. She bit her lower lip with determination as her arm swelled; her eyes now fixed on her beautiful strength. The bracelet continued to expand, now thinning itself…she was so strong, she was thinning it like taffy. She reached up with her other hand, grabbed the bracelet, and with a quick move, shredded it from her arm. “Now you’ll get to see a girl’s muscles.” She said anxiously anticipating something. She lowered her arm quickly, then curled it again slightly faster and her bicep exploded into a mass of feminine strength that wouldn’t stop rising, easily exceeding any like I’d ever seen before. “Lori…your strength…” I put my left hand on her arm and it was as though I felt the strength of this beautiful girl radiate through me. “See how strong I am Tom? Isn’t his what you want? My strength? My muscles?” “Y-yes…Lori…oh man.” I squirmed in my seat, nearly losing control of myself. “The come here” she said, my hand still on her arm, she put her other hand behind my head and pulled me close to her. My right hand glided up her waist until I felt her large, soft breast in my hand, then her lips touched mine. I was beside myself…a woman of Lori’s strength…and her beauty…in my hands…so close to me…a dream, if stopped here, already fulfilled. Suddenly her lips left mine and she pushed me away slightly. “I really need to go Tom…let me out please?” As disappointed as I as, I got up and let her out and stood there feeling like a fool, wondering what I’d done. She started to walk off, then looked back at me, a placid look on her face. Then a slow smile came to her. She held her hand out to me. “Come on Tom…take me home,” she said. I took her hand softly as she squeezed it, perhaps letting me know something I needed desperately to remember and we walked out the door hand in hand.