Trish
By The Collector
Coerced By Her Strength or What I Won’t Do for My Girlfriend’s Pretty Muscles

Copyright 2000 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  Send 
comments to
ChuckSt35@aol.com

“I sat across from Trish over dinner.  We were arguing about a necklace she had 
seen earlier and wanted desperately.  With her personality, she was going to 
brow beat me for it…But I was holding firm and refused to buy it for her.  Money 
was tight for both of us, and better to wait a month.  Besides, she’d probably 
change her mind in the next day or two anyway.

“Andy…I want that necklace.” She said pouting, but with a certain arrogance in 
her voice.

“No…I told you I can’t afford it right now.  Let’s wait a while…you might want 
something different anyway.”

“Damn it!  I want it!” she shouted loud enough for other patrons to hear.  Her 
demeanor was that of a child, yet she still looked sensuous to me.  And when she 
got mad, she was even sexier.  And hard to resist.

“Trish…no…I can’t swing it right now,” I said appealing to her understanding of 
finances, or lack of it.  She didn’t really understand them, nor care; she 
wanted what she wanted.

“Yes you can…just put it on your credit card” she pleaded. But I wasn’t budging.

“No!  I’m not going to…you’ll want something else tomorrow anyway…you know how 
you are.”

“I won’t either…I really like that one. Please honey…please…?” she begged in 
that little girl voice that I can’t resist.  But I was going to be firm.

“Trish…no way…I told you I’m maxed out right now.” I said.  She looked across at 
me and a little girl pout came to her face.

“OK honey…whatever you say…I guess we better go.” She said.  Now she was going 
to make me feel guilty.  We got up, paid and left the restaurant, and walked 
through the mall and headed for my car.  I put my arm around her to let her know 
I loved her and looked down into her pretty blue eyes.

Her blonde hair wrapped around a face that could pass for that of a teen-ager, 
though she was 25.  Her lips were pink, almost red and as always invited me to 
pleasures only Trish’s lips could offer.

She was dressed in black, the color she looked best in.  Her breasts were small, 
but prominent and I could just see the tops of them in the ‘V’ in her sweater.  
She usually wore pants, as opposed to a skirt; not that she didn’t have the legs 
for them.  She had legs that made me cry and were so beautiful she attracted 
looks from both men and women.  As we walked, her pretty pink toes would sneak 
out from under her pants leg, resting in hi heeled sandals just to say a teasing 
hi to me.  She dressed conservatively, yet she was the most erotic, most 
sensuous woman I’d ever known.  For a woman only 5’2”, she radiated more 
sexuality than a woman her size should be allowed to…or any woman for that 
matter.  And she knew how to get to me.

I pulled her close and she looked up and met my eyes with a longing look that 
seemed to melt me.  I slid my hand slowly off her shoulder down to her arm till 
I felt that sweet bulge in her sleeve.  She looked into my eyes and smiled, then 
moved slightly away from me…only far enough so my arm couldn’t reach her.

“Honey…” I said.  But she sped up as we exited the mall and headed for the car.  
I had to almost run to keep up with her.  For a small woman, she walked quickly 
and it was all I could do to keep up with her.

We got to the car. I got in and waited for her.  Damn it…she was standing on the 
other side…waiting for me to open the door.  I went around, opened the door and 
let her in.  She looked up at me as if asking, “Why didn’t you do that in the 
first place?”  Which immediately made me feel bad.

We drove back to her apartment in near silence…she was the talker of the two of 
us and I felt she was giving me the silent treatment.  I didn’t want to bring up 
the subject of the necklace…but I knew it wasn’t a dead issue.  I could tell.  I 
was just trying to figure out how she was going to make me get it for her.

As we approached her parking lot, she reached across and took my hand and looked 
up at me.  

Then she squeezed it…tighter…until a slight pain ran through me.

“Ow…honey…that hurts…” I cried.  And it did.

“I’m sorry baby…I didn’t mean to hurt you” she said innocently.  She looked up 
at me and smiled…and I knew she did…and there was nothing I could do about it.  
She was only 5’2”, but she’s so strong…so powerful…she has strength I can only 
dream about that makes her all the more sensuous.

We entered her apartment, flicked on the lights and closed the door.

“Honey…make a fire…I’m going to change into something else,” she said. “And 
there’s a movie I want to see on Lifetime.”   She went into her bedroom and 
closed the door as I tended the fire, and turned on the TV to… ESPN.

She came out a few minutes later…came to the couch, grabbed the remote from me 
and changed it without a word.  She hated ESPN as much as I did…that other 
channel.

“That’s better,” she said.  And it was…not the TV…her!

She had on jean cutoffs that rode high on her pretty slightly muscular, thighs 
and a pink T-shirt tucked in tightly.  Her breasts were perfect without a bra 
with her nipples more than evident.  The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up 
just above the middle of her bicep, on purpose no doubt.  She knew how to dress 
to excite me, and it always did.  I was more than ready too.

She sat down on the couch next to me as the movie started.  She put her legs up 
on the coffee table and stretched out, those beautiful legs awaiting my 
attention.  I moved closer to her and put my arm around her as her hand rested 
on my thigh.

She dimmed the light next to her on the table…the perfect setting for a romantic 
evening.  Just the thought of her sitting next to me was enough was set me off.  
Inevitably, my right hand moved towards her…to that magical place she kept her 
strength.  Her arm was at rest, but Trish’s muscle was as prominent at rest, 
just waiting to show itself off.

I reached my hand gently to her arm…it was an affection I had that she 
thoroughly enjoyed.  She loved showing off her strength as much as I wanted her 
to.  She liked the feeling of physical power that being stronger than I was gave 
her…the sexual power that being a woman gave her.  Combined, the two gave her 
ultimate power over me that we both knew was there and that she exploited from 
time to time.

She pushed my hand away gently.  “Not now Andy” she said quietly.  But I wasn’t 
to be held back.

I placed my hand on her arm and squeezed it slightly and drew a stern look from 
her.

“Andy…I said not now” she said pulling her arm away.

“But honey…” I said in retort reaching for her yet again.

She took her left hand, grabbed my right and bent it backwards.  My arm bent 
sideways as my body moved to the edge of the couch.

“Ow…honey…you’re hurting me…” I cried.  She just looked at me and smiled.

“I told you Andy…why don’t you listen?” she asked quietly smiling.

“You didn’t have to hurt me…dammit,” I said, almost in anger.  But her strength 
made her so much more alluring…I was torn between being mad and wanting her all 
the more.

I moved to the edge of the couch, knelt on the floor and placed my right hand on 
her right thigh and softly ran it up and down her leg.  She looked down at me, 
unmoved by my attention.

“Andy…” she said quietly.  I knew that tone of voice.

“But honey…You look so…” I started then reached down and kissed her thigh.  No 
sooner had I put my lips to her than she reached down and grabbed my shirt and 
quickly pulled me towards her.

“Andy…do I have to hurt you to make you stop?” she asked calmly.  I felt my 
shirt wrapped tight around me, nearly taking the wind from me.

“No honey…but you look so good…” I pleaded.

“Sit down Andy…I’m trying to watch this.”  

I got back on the couch next to her.  I was pouting, but I wasn’t giving up.  
She wouldn’t really hurt me anyway…just torment me a little.

I slid a little closer to her.  The scent of her perfume permeated all of 
me…enough to push me over the edge.  I moved close to her neck…just to nibble 
hoping to get her excited…and grabbed her arm again.

“Andy…what did I just tell you?” she asked quietly.  Then I felt the strength in 
her arm that I loved so much.

“Huh…Uh…I just…” I said tentatively.

She got up and stood on the coffee table, placed her hands on her hips and 
looked down at me.

“Andy…what did I tell you?” she asked firmly.  Then she rolled up the sleeve of 
her right arm.  If you’ve never seen a beautiful woman’s muscles before, you’d 
have been in disbelief.  Though she’s petite, beautiful, feminine, and sensuous, 
Trish’s strength isn’t something to take lightly…nor is any woman’s.

“But honey…” I said, my voice trembling.  Without warning, she reached down, 
grabbed my shirt, and lifted me off the couch.  She pulled me up like a rag doll 
close to her face and looked into my eyes.

“You don’t listen…do you Andy?” she asked.  As if by reflex, I reached for her 
arm again.

“Honey…I was just…” I started.  As my hand touched her arm, a knowing smile came 
to her face.

“Oh Trish…honey…” I trembled.

“What is it Andy?” she asked innocently, still holding me up.

“Your…your muscles Trish…they’re so…so strong…”

“Do you want my muscles Andy?  Do you want my strong arms around you?”

“Yes Trish…more than anything…” I said.  Then she moved me across the coffee 
table and set me on the floor, then looked at me and pried my hand off her arm.

“Well…you can’t have me Andy,” she said walking to the fireplace.

“Trish…that’s not fair…” I cried.

“What’s not fair Andy?”

“You…I get all worked up…and you won’t let me have anything.”

“Well…why should I?  You wouldn’t buy me that necklace…would you?”

“But…that’s different.” I said as she picked up the fireplace poker.  I backed 
up slightly.

“Andy…I’d do almost anything for that necklace,” she said walking towards me.  
“And if I don’t get it…I don’t know what I might do.”

“Trish…what are you…honey?” I said swallowing hard. 

“Andy…you know how strong I am…don’t you baby?” she asked coyly still walking, 
and now backing me up.

“Y-yes Trish…” I trembled.

“And you know what my pretty muscles feel like…don’t you honey?”  I backed up 
yet further.

“Yes…Trish…don’t…please honey?” I begged.

“Maybe I should show you what my strength can do…if I don’t get what I want.”

“Oh no…Trish…please…” I said backing against a wall.

She looked up at me and smiled then took the poker in her hands, one at either 
end.

“This is what I can do to you Andy,” she said.  Then with ease…much too easy, 
she bent the poker slowly, the steel rod bending under her powerful arms, her 
eyes on mine the whole time.  I was mesmerized, yet never more afraid of her, or 
more cognizant of her power.

She dropped the poker to the floor, then stared at me.  She put her arms to 
either side of me, boxing me in.  There was no place to go.  Then if by design, 
she moved her face to within an inch of mine.  I wanted to kiss her 
desperately…but she knew I wouldn’t.

“Do you know what to do now?  Or do I have to convince you?” she asked.

I took the hint, slid down the wall and out from under her, and bolted for the 
door.

“Andy.  Hurry…I’ll be waiting.” She called after me.

My emotions were churning…she was an obsession for me.  My wildest fantasies 
couldn’t dream of the pleasures she brought me.  A night in Trish’s bed was like 
a thousand with every other woman I’d ever known.

I arrived at the jewelry store in less than 15 minutes, surprising myself.  I 
went inside, got help from the sales person, when another salesperson came over.

“Is your name Andy?” she asked.  I answered, wondering how she knew.

“I have a call for you” she said.  Oh oh…now what, I asked myself going to the 
phone.

“Hello?”

“Andy…I want that other necklace.  You remember…the expensive one?” she said.

“Uh…Trish, it’d be better to…”

“Andy…just do it.  Don’t disappoint me…you know how I get.  You don’t want to 
upset me, do you?”

“No Trish…I just don’t’ think…’

“Andy…if you’re going to think of something…you can think of how disappointed 
I’ll be…and I don’t think you want that…do you?   Or you can think of how happy 
you’ll make me.  Don’t disappoint me Andy.  I’ll be waiting.”

She hung up leaving me no time to respond, not that it made a difference.  We 
both knew what I was going to do.

I left the store my credit card bill now $395 richer, worrying about how I was 
going to pay it.  Then I quickly thought of Trish…and my minor financial issue 
seemed to dissipate.

I made it back to her place faster than I’d left.  I walked up to the door, 
opened it and found it nearly dark inside save the fire burning and two candles 
on the coffee table.  There was soft music playing, just loud enough to hear.

“Trish?” I called but quietly.

“I hope you didn’t disappoint me Andy.” She said quietly as I walked into the 
living room.  She was standing by her bedroom door.  I gasped slightly, and felt 
an immediate charge from her.

She was dressed in my favorite dress, all red, sequenced just enough to glimmer 
from the fireplace.  Her hair hung over both shoulders gleaming in what light 
there was.  The top was cut to a sharp ‘V’ with just enough material to cover 
half her breasts…her cleavage was more beautiful than any woman deserved.  There 
were slits in her dress up to just above mid thigh.  Her left leg was cocked, 
fully exposed, in 4-inch red sandals.  She walked over to me.

“Well Andy?” she asked coming towards me.  She stopped just in front of me.  In 
her heels, she was only two inches shorter than I was, but she looked much more 
intimidating…and so desirable.

“Honey…” I started opening the jewelry case.  Her eyes caught the necklace.

“Andy!” she shrieked.  “You really got it!”

She turned around, lifted her hair up, and waited for me to place it around her 
neck.  Her biceps exploded as she put her arms up.

“Don’t touch them yet honey…put the necklace on me first.” she said.  Which I 
did.  Then she scooted in her heels to the mirror in the hallway with me close 
behind.

“Oh honey…it’s gorgeous,” she said.  Then she turned around and kissed me 
passionately, but quickly.

I placed my arms around her waist and held her loosely as her arms rested across 
my shoulders.

“Do you really like me when I’m a little…threatening?” she asked.

“Yea…I love it when you get like that honey…it thrills me…it even scares me a 
little…you’re the sexiest woman I know…and these are…” I said moving my hands to 
her arms.

“I know…you’re so weak when I show off my strength…aren’t you?”

“Oh…maybe…” I said smiling but gripping her arms tightly, feeling her muscles in 
my hands.

“Those feel good…don’t they Andy?” she asked looking down at her powerful arms.  
She tensed them only slightly and her biceps rose in my hands.

“Trish…oh boy…I love your muscles Trish.  You’re so sexy…and so strong…I want 
your strong sexy body next to me honey.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to do something…won’t me?” she said smiling.  I 
swallowed hard as my mouth went dry.

She moved one arm and placed a single finger under my chin…then carefully lifted 
me off the floor.  I was grinning ear to ear.  She smiled up at me as she 
carried me into her bedroom and set me down at the foot of her bed.

She quickly took off her shoes, jumped on the middle of the bed, and put a 
pillow behind her.  
She placed on foot on my chest and looked up at me, her blonde hair spread 
across the pillow.
She was a present waiting to be opened.

I took her foot in my hand and gently kissed it, then she spoke.

“Andy…” she said very quietly, very coyly, “Don’t disappoint me Andy…you know 
how I get when you disappoint me.”

I did know…and I made sure she was never, ever disappointed.