Tiffany
By The Collector
A Misguided Girl and Her Strength 

Copyright 1999 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read any anyone under 21.  I don’t endorse the 
occupation of which Tiffany seems to be employed…at first glance.  But read on…she’s much 
better than that.  Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com

It was yet another Saturday night and I was alone.  I was also 
uncontrollably hungry for some feminine attention.  I needed it bad, so 
bad that I resorted to the evening newspaper.  I’d never done this 
before and it scared the daylights out of me.   With my hands nearly 
shaking, I picked up the evening paper and turned to the adult 
entertainment section.  I had scanned the ads before and it had 
intrigued me to say the least, but I always forced my self to steer away 
from them. 

I scanned the ads, not knowing what I was looking for, but figured I’d 
know it when I saw it.  It didn’t jump off the page, but it looked like 
this was as good as I was going to find. 

Tiffany.  Very attractive blonde, 23, 5’5”, 122.  555-4775.  Blonde, 
attractive…she seemed perfect.  With my hands shaking I dialed the 
number. 

“Hello?” she answered. 

“Tiffany?” I asked. 

“Yes…this is Tiffany.”   

“Uh…yea…I saw your ad…um…I’d like to see you…if I could…you sound really 
pretty.” 

“OK…I’m not sure how we do this…this is my first time.  What’s your 
name?” She said.  Well…I didn’t know what to do either. 

“Oh…sorry, it’s Jerry.” 

“Why’d you call me Jerry?” 

“Uh…just lonely I guess…maybe I just need someone to talk to.” 

“Like I said, it’s my first time.  We can meet somewhere…at your house 
or something?” 

“Mine too. I guess I could get a hotel room…if that’s OK.” 

“I guess that’d be alright,” she said. 

“Tiffany…your ad said you were attractive…um…what are your 
measurements?” 

“I think I’m very attractive…they’re 36D-22-35.” 

“Wow…you...you’re really built.” I said genuinely, already anticipating 
seeing her.  I heard a slight giggle on the other end. 

“Thanks…I’ll try to dress nice for you.”  If she looked half as good as 
her voice, I was in for a treat. 

“Great…oh Tiffany” reasoning it didn’t hurt to ask.  “I was wondering…I 
know it sounds odd…but are you…um…stronger than other girls…or even a 
little muscular?” 

“That is a little odd.  I never expected anyone to ask me that.” 

“I didn’t mean to sound kinky or anything…I’m really not…well, is it 
still OK?” 

“I think so…we’ll be fine.” 

“Oh super…see you tonight Tiffany.” 

We worked out the details.  I was surprised how easy it was talking with 
her.  She didn’t seem nearly as nervous as I was.  I called a hotel, got 
a reservation with a room number, gave it to her and she agreed to meet 
me at 11:00 that evening. 

I showered and drove to the hotel; my nerves nearly shot…anticipating a 
rendezvous with as beautiful a girl, I hoped, as I’d ever been fortunate 
to be with.  I hoped she was right, that it was her first time…as a 
professional I mean. 

I was pacing the floor, like a Nervous Nelly, when the phone rang.  I 
answered. 

“Jerry?” she said. 

“Yes...Tiffany?” 

“Hi…I was just seeing if you were there yet.  I guess…I’ll be right up.” 

I got butterflies just thinking about her…hoping she was as beautiful as 
she said she was.  A million thoughts ran through my head.  Was she as 
nice as she sounded?  What would she be wearing?  Was she as well built 
as she said?  Would she like me? 

I tuned off the TV and turned the radio on low to some classic rock, 
hoping she’d like it.  And I hope I didn’t scare her…I wanted her to be 
if not attracted to me, at least conformable with me. 

I paced the floor of my room waiting for her, when I heard a sound 
outside.  It was the unmistakable sound of a woman in high heels 
walking…towards my room.  My emotions kicked up another notch with 
anticipation.  She got closer as that wonderful sound got louder…then 
stopped in front of my door.  I heard a light knock and I went to the 
door and opened it.  I wasn’t disappointed…I was ecstatic. 

“Wow…I mean…hi Tiffany.”  She smiled, and again a slight giggle came 
from her. 

“Hi Jerry…nice to meet you…not the best circumstances I guess.”  
Couldn’t have been better as far as I was concerned…at least for right 
now. 

I just stood there and stared at her for a moment…taking in what was a 
breathtakingly beautiful girl.  She was every inch the woman she 
described herself to be…and more.  In heels, she stood 5’8”…and inch 
shorter than I was.  Her blonde hair fell in curls just below her 
shoulders.  She wore a light pink blouse…she was all of 36D…and more.  
Her body curved down to a tight white skirt that came 4 inches above her 
knees.  Her legs were slim and slightly muscular.  I glanced down and 
saw her legs were wonderfully beautiful.  She was wearing white-heeled 
sandals; her toes were beautiful, painted a light pink that made me want 
to kiss them.  I was dazed, in heaven. 

“Jerry…?” she called to me. 

“I’m…I’m sorry…you’re just so beautiful…I can’t get over it.  Come on 
in.” 

She came in and sat on the bed and we quickly disposed of the 
uncomfortable business end. 

“So Jerry…you don’t look like the kind of guy to call for…well…you 
know.” 

“And you don’t strike me as the kind of girl I’d expect to find doing 
this either.” 

“It’s just economics…I had to do something…my regular job doesn’t pay 
enough…. I’m supporting my mother too.  I’m a bank teller during the day 
and it’s hard getting by.” 

“Sorry…I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with me.  I’m as nice 
guy…really.” 

“You seem like it.  I wasn’t that worried though.  I can usually handle 
myself.” 

“Must be good to know.  You know karate or something?” 

“No…I’m just strong enough that I don’t have to worry about being afraid 
of anyone.” 

“Wow…that’s kinda cool Tiffany…it really is.” 

“You think so?  I’ve always liked it.  I know it sounds funny, but it 
makes me feel even more feminine.  I actually liked when you asked me if 
I was stronger than other girls.” 

This is too much I thought…this is great.  How strong is she?  How much 
strength can a girl this beautiful have? 

“Wow…you almost look to beautiful…” 

“Might as well get comfortable,” she said as she started to unbutton her 
blouse. 

“I…I can do that for you.” I said.  She smiled and pulled her hands 
down. 

“OK…if it makes you feel better.”  I reached across and slowly 
unbuttoned her blouse, my hands shaking, knowing what treasures she had 
hidden in there.  As her blouse opened, her cleavage revealed itself, 
held in place by a pink lace bra.  Her breasts were large, firm, yet 
looked so soft and beautiful.  I knew immediately they were natural. 

“Your hands are shaking Jerry.” 

“I know…you’re just so beautiful…I can’t help it.” 

“You like undressing me?” she asked. 

“Yea…it’s like…opening a present.” I said shyly.  She laughed out loud. 

“I’ve never heard that before…but I like it.  It sounds cute.  Would you 
take my shoes off?” 

“With pleasure.”  She crossed her legs and I knelt on the floor and 
undid the strap of her shoe.  And I couldn’t resist.  As I held her 
delicate foot in my hand, I reached down and gently kissed it. 

“That was sweet Jerry,” she said as she crossed her other leg. 

“Tiffany…can I ask you something?” 

“Sure…go ahead.” 

“I was wondering…have you always been…stronger than other girls?” 

“Ever since I can remember.  I was the girl who protected everybody else 
in the neighborhood from the bullies.  I got into a fight once with a 
bully named Jimmy when I was 13.  I think he was 16 or 17.  A big guy 
too.” 

“What happened?”  I asked as I undid the strap to her other shoe. 

“He was beating up on one of the neighbor boys.  The boy was about my 
size then, so he was a lot smaller than Jimmy and he was losing badly, 
so I had to step in.”  I loved this…I wanted to hear more. 

“What’d you do?” 

“I didn’t have much choice.  And it makes me so mad anyway when bullies 
pick on people that can’t defend them just because they’re bigger.  But 
I beat him up pretty badly…he was really hurt.  And I think his ego was 
shattered too since I don’t think he expected a girl to be as strong as 
I was.” 

“Wow…you must have been really strong.” 

“I was…well, I am…I was stronger than anyone in my high school 
class…even the football coaches.”  I sat on the bed next to her and 
looked into her eyes. 

“Tiffany…would you…would you arm wrestle me?  I’ve always wanted to see 
if there was a girl that could beat me.  You seem like you might be 
strong enough…I hope.” 

“OK…it might be fun.  But I should warn you…I really am very strong.  
I’ve beaten a lot of guys before.” 

“Great” I said as we left the bed and went to the small table and two 
chairs in the room.  We sat across from each other and put our arms up 
on the table.  My hand was much bigger than hers…I didn’t see how she 
could possibly beat me…but I could hope. 

I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, then down at her cleavage and 
felt her hand in mine.  This was too good to be true. 

“Whenever you’re ready Jerry,” she said. 

“OK…go!” I said. I started pushing just to test her, see how much she 
could hold.  To my surprise, her arm didn’t move.  I pushed harder, 
hoping to get a response from her, but still nothing happened.  She just 
looked into my eyes and smiled at me. 

“Try harder Jerry” she said. 

I did.  I started leaning into her, putting my body behind me, and 
pouring my strength into her.  She still didn’t budge.  Her arm 
held…like a steel pillar…unmoving. 

“Tiffany…girls aren’t supposed to be this strong.” 

“I know…I’m really lucky.  Try your other hand Jerry.”  I looked at her 
quizzically, not believing what she just said.  But I put my other hand 
up anyway and started pushing.  I couldn’t move her. 

“You can’t be…you can’t be this strong Tiffany” I said winded. 

I had all my strength from both arms against her…and she wasn’t moving 
an inch.  She wasn’t even sweating. 

“I think it’s time Jerry,” she said.  She smiled at me, then slowly 
started pushing my arms down.  It was too easy for her.  Hard as I 
tried, I couldn’t stop her from doing anything she wanted.  My arms 
reached the table and she held me there for a second, then pulled her 
arm away. 

“How was that?  Strong enough for a girl?” she asked. . “Yes!  I don’t 
know where you got your strength…but I love it…it’s so…feminine.” 

She stood up and slipped out of her skirt.  She was wearing light ink 
panties and the curves of her beautiful body were fully evident…and 
those legs. 

“If I’d known you liked a girl’s strength, I’d have told you over the 
phone.” 

“You don’t seem like someone that should be doing this Tiffany…you’re 
too nice…and too strong.  I can’t help it…I keep thinking about your 
strength Tiffany…it’s driving me nuts.” 

“It drives me nuts too.  I’ve always wanted someone to notice it…and 
admire it.  But everyone that knows is so jealous of it; they try to 
ignore it.  I know this will sound stupid, but I like to watch myself in 
the mirror…flexing my muscles…just to see how strong I look.  It makes 
me feel…very sexy…and very strong.” 

“Tiffany…I’d never ignore your strength…I’d worship it.  I’d want you to 
show off.” 

“You’re just saying that…aren’t you?” 

“No…I mean it…you’re beautiful…and so strong…how couldn’t I?”  I wanted 
her so badly. 

“Well…come here.”  She rose from the table, took my hand and led me to 
the edge of the bed. 

“Sit down…and scoot back” she said.  And I did.  She sat down in front 
of me. 

“Unhook my bra Jerry” she said.  I did, and then she reached behind me 
and took my hands and placed them on her waist. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this Jerry.  I’ve never done this before…or 
wanted to so much.” Having her so close…the scent of her hair…it was too 
much.  My hands moved slowly up her curvaceous body until they came to 
her breasts.  They were full and soft…I squeezed them lightly And heard 
a soft sigh from her. 

“Tiffany…oh my…” I whispered now in overdrive.  I kissed her shoulder 
softly, then moved to her neck.  I felt her shiver as I kissed her 
lightly. 

“Tell me I’m strong Jerry…tell me you love my strength.” 

“Tiffany…my strong girl…I want your strength Tiffany…I want your 
muscles…” 

She looked back at me, a half smile on her face.  A smile that said she 
wanted something from me as much as I wanted her.  She raised her right 
arm and clenched her fist.  I ran my hand down her arm as she tensed and 
felt firmness in her forearm…then I put my hand on her bicep and gripped 
it tightly. 

“Show me your muscles Tiffany…please…” And she did.  Her bicep rose 
within my hand as I felt a ball of steel get bigger and bigger. 

“Look at my strength Jerry…my pretty muscle…” she said her breathing now 
somewhat heavier. 

“Tiffany…you’re so strong baby…my strong girl…my muscle girl…I want you 
so much…” I was out of control, then I felt her bicep peak as my words 
drove her further.  And with my left hand on her warm, full breast, and 
my right holding her strength, Tiffany moved her head back and I kissed 
her. 

Then without warning, she lowered her arm, turned around, lifted me up 
and pushed me back on the bed, then jumped on me.  There was a lust in 
her eyes, and her actions that I thought only I felt.  

Then something strange happened.  

“Jerry…I-I…don’t want to do this…I’m not this kind of person.” 

“What…what do you mean?  I thought you were enjoying yourself” 

“I was…I am…I just don’t…I can’t sell my self for money.  I thought I 
could…but I can’t.  I could never live with myself.’ 

She got up and started dressing.  I quickly followed suit, both of us 
embarrassed.  But I watched her with leering eyes, which she sensed as a 
quiet smile crossed her lips. 

“Jerry…did you really mean what you said…I mean…about my strength?” she 
asked biting her lip.  A ray of hope perhaps? 

“I-I can’t help it…you’re so beautiful…it just makes your strength…and 
those muscles…that much sexier.” 

“Maybe…. We could go out for a drink or something…unless you don’t want 
to be seen with a muscular girl.”   She said coyly with a subtle, 
innocent look on her face.  It wasn’t lost on me. 

We left the hotel room, had a late dinner, had more than a few drinks, 
and then we went to my house.  Tiffany picked up where she had started 
and I quickly found out just how much she needed to have her beauty, her 
muscles, and her incredible strength admired. 

					*	*	* 

We’re still seeing each other.  While you may not think it’s 
possible, she’s even stronger than when I first met her.  She’s such a 
showoff…she’ll do anything to attract my attention to her immense 
strength. And Tiffany, her real name, adores my attention as much as I 
love her, her voluptuous body, her strength and her powerful, feminine 
muscles.