Lynda
By The Collector
A brief stop at the Strong Girl Saloon.

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 was on an overnight business trip, looking for a watering hole for the evening.  I happened to 
stumble on a bar tucked away on a side street, recommended to me by a business associate.  He 
had told me it was a bit different, but wouldn’t say exactly why.  He gave me his membership card 
telling me it would get me in, but I had to get my own.

There was a small sign outside the door that read ‘SGS’, the same as on the card.  I didn’t know 
what the acronym meant.  I slid the card into the slot, walked into a room with blaring music and 
was treated immediately to a large room filled with beautiful women of every description. Each 
dressed to please, if not the men so noticeably absent from the room, but the other women.  
Surprisingly, there were a number of younger girls there as well, unusual for a bar.

I took a seat at an empty table and quickly the waitress was there.  We spoke cordially for a 
moment, then she took my order and left.

I was conspicuous.  It seemed as though every woman had glanced in my direction.  Glanced is 
an understatement.  They were staring, as though I was out of place.  I felt uncomfortable, but 
was enjoying the scenery too much to leave.  Besides, I still hadn’t found out what the attraction 
was that made it so different…or had I?

A woman walked up behind me, stroked her hand across my shoulder, then walked past, her 
eyes staring into mine.  Then another one walked past.

“We’re waiting” she announced.

Waiting for what?  I hadn’t a clue.

The waitress returned with my drink.

“You’d better do something fast…or you’re going to be mobbed.” She said.

“Huh…what do you mean?”

“These girls are starved…they’re waiting on you.”

“Waiting on me for what?  I don’t get it.”

“Is this your first time here?”

“Well, yea, a buddy recommended I come here.  He said it was different…and I might enjoy it.”

“Oh, I see…now I understand.  Maybe I’d better tell you then.  These girls are a bit different than 
other girls…that’s why they’re here.  They can’t seem to find men that are attracted to 
their…peculiarity for lack of a better word.”

“I still don’t get it…are they weird or something?”

“No…and I wouldn’t say that to their face.”

“Then what’s so different…besides them being so beautiful?”

“You saw the sign on outside on the way in?”

“The one that said SGS?  What’s that stand for anyway?”

“It means Strong Girl Saloon.”

“That’s an odd name…what’s it mean?”

“Well, think about it…what do you think?”

“Seems a bit odd…it doesn’t really mean the women here…are strong…does it?”

“You’re a bit slow to catch on.  But, yes it does.  All the women here are exceptionally strong.”

“Wow…I think I like that.  But what about the girls…what are they doing here?  I mean…this is a 
bar.”

“Most of them are daughters…or sisters…or nieces…of some of the women.  They have trouble, I 
guess is the right word, finding friends similar to themselves.”

“You mean…they’re strong too?  C’mon…they’re just girls.  How strong can they be?”

“Nancy!  Come here honey!” she called.  A girl of about 14 started walking across the room.  She 
was a cute brunette, with a plaid skirt and white blouse and knee socks to match.  She 
approached the waitress.

“Hi Mom.”

“Honey, this gentleman doesn’t think girls can be very strong.  What do you think?”

“I think he’s wrong…I think I’m pretty strong, especially for a girl.  I can lift a lot of weight…and I 
have muscles bigger than guys.  And I’m the strongest person in my school.”

“And now what do you think?” she asked me.

“Hi Nancy…you don’t look that strong…you look like a normal girl.  How much can you lift?  Like 
say…a bench press?”

Nancy looked up at her mother, as though asking approval.  The waitress smiled at her.  Then 
Nancy spoke.

“I can bench press 190 pounds…I think that’s pretty strong.”  Yikes!

“That’s great Nancy…I can do only 160…then my arms start getting tired.”

“Mine do too…then I just switch arms.”

“You mean…you do 190 pounds…with one arm?”

“Yes…but I can lift 410 if I use both arms.”  I just looked at her…dazed…confused.

“Now what do you think?” the waitress asked.

“I-I don’t know…she still doesn’t look that strong.”

“Show him honey.”

“Cool” Nancy said.  She rolled up the sleeve of her right arm and held it at the top.  Then she 
raised her arm and clenched her fist.  She curled her arm and immediately a muscle appeared.  It 
started rising straight up…not out…but up.  She watched intently as her muscle grew as she 
curled her arm, pleased with herself…with her strength.

It kept rising, as though it couldn’t stop until a massive ball, perfectly round ball rested on her 
feminine arm.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“That’s enough honey.” The waitress said.  “Go on now…I’ll be over in a few minutes.”  Nancy 
turned and left.

“Now what do you think?” she asked.

“All the women here are like her?”

“No…not all of them…most of them are stronger…she’s still young yet.”

“Wow…I had no idea…women…or girls…could be so strong.”

“So…are you in the right place or not?”  I looked at her, blushing.

“To be honest…I’m very attracted…to a woman’s strength.”

“Then what are you waiting for?  These women want the attention of guys like you.  They’re 
incredibly strong…and yet, most men don’t appreciate a woman’s strength.  If you can’t find 
someone here, you’ll never find her.  What ever you do…good luck.”  And she left.

I couldn’t’ believe my luck.  The room took on a new aura.  The sweet sights and smells seemed 
that much sweeter.  The women looked at me still…and I knew why they were waiting.  I couldn’t’ 
have dreamed this if I’d tried.  As I looked around the room, making eye contact, one woman 
caught me, then turned away.  And I knew I had to meet her.

I got up, walked towards the bar, nearly shaking, nervous.  She was a blonde, dressed in a pink 
dress, high heeled sandals, her pretty legs crossed.  As I moved to the seat next to her, she 
turned towards me.  She looked even more beautiful than from across the room…and 
exceptionally well built.  Her dress was cut just low enough to see the tops of her full breasts.  Her 
dress was cut out at the waist with fabric running across her midriff, revealing the thin lines of her 
waist.

Her sleeves were cut out as well, with oval holes cut into the sleeves outlined by sequence at 
strategically placed points, most noticeably her upper arms.  Her legs touched mine softly, which I 
took to mean she had an immediate interest.

“Hi…I‘m Larry.”  I said nervously.

“Hi Larry…Lynda” she said holding out her hand.  I shook it and immediately felt firmness, 
strength in her grip.

“Um…can I buy you a drink?”

“No…but I’d like to buy you one.”  A nice touch.  The bartender took my scotch order.

“Thank you…very nice of you.”

“So what brings you here Larry?”

“Business…a sales convention…boring stuff…till I came here.”

“No, I meant what brought you here?”

“A friend recommended it…he said it was a little out of the ordinary.”

“And now…what do you think?”

“He lied…I think it’s exceptional.”  She smiled.

“Tell me what is so exceptional about it Larry.” She said almost challenging me.

“Well, I met you.”

“Right answer Larry…and what else?”

“You’re going to make me say it aren’t you…and bare my soul?”  She laughed out loud, gently 
squeezing my legs with hers.

“Of course…and you will…you want to tell me don’t you?  You want me to know, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…how’d you know?”  Her eyes gazed into mine as though reading my thoughts.

“And you’re dying to know how strong I am…aren’t you?”

“Geez…Lynda…yes…you’re killing me.”  Her legs rubbed against mine again, a little harder.  She 
was teasing me…she knew it…and we both loved it.

“Then why don’t you ask?  Or maybe I’ll just show you.”

She moved her legs slightly, then moved her right hand to the top of one of the legs my stool 
rested on.  She looked up at me…her pretty eyes, her smooth blonde hair, and her pink lips so 
inviting, mysterious, beautiful enough alone to set her apart from other women.

“Ready Larry?”

“PL-please…Lynda…please…”

I felt the chair move as she started lifting me.  Slowly I rose up…felt her strength pushing me 
higher…then her bicep rose through the break in her sleeve.  And I saw her strength for the first 
time as it rose into a tight perfect ball…muscular, and incredibly strong.  I rose higher and looked 
down at her.  She was smiling…proud of herself…totally aware of what she was doing to me.

“Lynda…your strength…you’re so strong…and so sexy…omygod you’re beautiful…” My arousal 
had overtaken me.  I was shaking as she held me.  Her smile broadened, as she fully understood 
where she had me.  She started letting me down…slowly until the chair rested back on the floor.

She rested her hand on my thigh affectionately.  I placed mine on hers and gripped it tightly, 
wanting to hold on to her.  Then she pulled back.  She placed her foot to my chair and pushed me 
back slightly.  I looked at her, not sure of what she was doing.

“H-how strong…Lynda…please tell me…”  

“You really want to know?  You’re sure?”  She kicked off her shoes, leaned back in her chair, and 
placed her legs in my lap, the toes of her right foot massaging my chest.

“Y-yes…please Lynda…” I grabbed her foot and massaged it gently.

“Well…strong enough to bend steel with my bare hands.”  

“Oh no…Lynda…” She smiled as my hand moved up her calf, pulling her foot to my chin, then I 
reached down and gently kissed her toes.  She raised her other foot and gently stroked the side 
of my face.  Then I heard a voice in the crowd.

“Wow, I wish that was me.  How does she do it?”

“I’m one of the three strongest girls in here.  Does that impress you?”

“But…steel bars?”

“Oh…that’s not enough?  Feel that?”  She tightened her calf muscle as it expanded in my hand.

“Y-yes…”

She moved her foot from my face to between my legs.  She slid her foot under me…then lifted 
me slowly…the muscles in her legs contracted beautifully as I held the other in my hands.

“Is that strong enough?”

“Lynda…you’re so powerful…I want to…”

“I know what you want…you want my muscles…my strength…my body…”

“Y-yes…more than anything…”

“Maybe something a little more private would be appropriate…. You think?”  She set me down 
and saw the smile in my eyes.

“Put my shoes on.”  I left the stool, reached down and placed her shoes back on her delicate feet, 
kissing each one softly.

She stood up, took my hand and led me towards the door.

“By the way…I can bench press 640 pounds.”

“Wow…that’s over 200 pounds more than that girl over there” I said pointing to Nancy.

“It’s nice to find someone that appreciates a girl’s strength Larry, but I should tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

“That 640 pounds?”

“Uh…yes.”

“That’s with one hand Larry” she said smiling.

“Oh my, Lynda…and…Uh…Nancy’s muscles…are yours…”

“Are mine like Nancy’s?”

 “Well…I was hoping…”

“Hers are kind of small…don’t you think Larry?”

I pulled her close to me and put my arm around her waist as we walked to the door.  She 
wrapped hers around me then reached up and kissed me as we walked out into the calm night 
air, soon to be alive with passion.