"John Miller", Jack Caufield replied with a smile as the two men shook hands. "It wasn't too bad. Remind me to thank whoever upgraded my ticket to business class."

Big son of a bitch, Luke thought to himself before giving Jack a little slap on the back. "We want the best at Integrity International, so we only offer the best", Luke replied while using that slap to discern that this guy was pretty damned solid. He'd half expected a somewhat tubby, balding, accountant looking type. Instead he got a guy who could be a fucking leading man in the movies. He didn't carry himself like one though. John seemed self conscious about his size, like he had to put people at ease all the time. The two men headed out to a chauffeured Mercedes G-wagon and off they went.

"Speaking of the best", Luke said once they were on the road. "Your apartment isn't quite ready yet. The guys tell me it'll be a couple of days at most, so we've got a suite at the Regent Hotel."

Jack chuckled. "Well I hope you're not spoiling me. That apartment better be nice because I stayed at the Regent a little while back and it's top notch."

Luke grinned. "Look, John. We work hard at Integrity, and we earn the right to play harder and live right. You'll see that you joined the right team, buddy."

A few miles away at the American Embassy, Cornelius "Boones" Lee had just finished setting up his small apartment inside the Embassy grounds. It had taken him almost a week to get his clothes all put away and to get his refrigerator stocked, but things were just the way he wanted them now. He had set up the combination to both of his safes, the one that everyone apartment on the Embassy grounds had, plus the one that only CIA officers had. Boones sat down in front of the television, although it wasn't on, and wondered what in the world he'd gotten himself into. First he'd rejoined the CIA and now here he was next door to a warzone. He let out a sigh and was about to pour himself a glass of port when there was a knock at the door.

"One sec!", he called and pulled open the door to see Ike, head of the maintenance department, standing there.

"Joe's come down sick with something", Ike announced without any greeting at all. "I need you to take his shift. Make sure you empty the trashcans on the second floor. They say they're overflowing and there's a damned stubborn spot on the floor on the first floor hall leading towards the ambassador's office."

"I'll get right on it sir", Boones replied.

"Oh and try to be as quiet as possible. The ambassador's working late tonight like most nights."

"Copy that", Boones replied and grabbed his keys off of the table and headed back to work. It had been his choice to go undercover as a janitor. The irony of it was just too much for him to resist. He thought about that every time he emptied the trash, mopped the floors, or cleaned a toilet. He was smiling about that irony when he went to work on the spot on the floor. It wasn't too stubborn after all. These young kids had no idea the power of baking soda. After giving the floor one more mopping, he put up the floor's wet sign and headed into the ambassador's office to check the trashcans in there. He was checking his third can when Ambassador Hancock came out. He put his hands on his lower back and stretched a couple of times before motioning for Boones to join him in his office.

"Kevin Hancock", the ambassador said as they shook hands. "Our first meeting was too brief for my liking."

Boones smiled. "Well we both have jobs to do sir, and there's no need to make yours or mine any harder by seeming like we're more than janitor and big wig."

Hancock laughed. "I read up on you Officer Lee… well the stuff the CIA let me read. To be honest, I don't know whether to be flattered or worried as hell you're here."

Boones laughed. "The Company had to send me somewhere since they're paying me, so I guess they thought this was as good a spot as any. And you'll be happy to know the CIA station here is as finely run as any I've seen in my life. Chief Marcos is top notch."

"She ought to be happy to have a man with your experience on the team."

Boones shrugged. "She's a good boss. Made me feel like part of the team from day one."

"I thought you'd like her. She's saved my bacon more than once since I've been at this posting. Well I guess we better get back to it. Nice meeting you for real this time, Officer Lee."

"Pleasure was mine sir. And if you ever need me to get anything off of your plate, just let me know. I'll be there", Boones said and let himself out. He sighed then walked towards the far part of the office to check the trashcans there.

Jack's luggage had been neatly placed in his room by the best hotel staff in Islamabad, but he didn't approach a suitcase. After that long flight he just wanted to rest. He collapsed into a chair and stared blankly for nearly a minute before there was a knock at the door. He trudged over and looked to the peephole. A frown gathered his brow when he saw a stunning young woman standing on the other side of the door. Jack opened the door before she knocked again, really to see if she really was that beautiful or if the optics from the peephole had been playing tricks on him, but no. She really was stunning, with shimmering dark hair, dramatic eyes, and a shapely body covered in a dark red dress with a shawl draped over one bare shoulder. Her dark brown skin glowed against that dress and her lips looked like ripe fruit as she smiled up at Jack.

"I've been told that a weary traveler shouldn't rest alone", she said in British accented English. "I'd like to keep you company if you'd have me in."

Jack grinned and stepped back away from the door. "Please come in."

"Thanks for making the lasagna without meat sauce", Alisha said as she filled up her fork.

"Ditto", Jan said after taking her second bite. "I meant to remind you this morning about our Friday dietary requirements but got sidetracked."

LaShaunta chuckled. "No need guys. I'm not Catholic, but I pay attention to stuff. Like how you two get real devout for about 11% of the year and then go back to normal."

Jan blushed and Alisha snickered. "That is so not true", Alisha declared which made LaShaunta's smile grow bigger.

"So have you heard from Sara?", Jan asked LaShaunta, who nodded.

"She said she wants me to pick them up Sunday afternoon."

"A weekend in the Bahamas", Alisha mused. "It must be nice having a friend who can get you there without having to worry about standing in line at the airport."

"I don't mind", LaShaunta said and went back to the lasagna, taking one more bite before putting her fork down and letting out a sigh. "Guys, I think Sara and Armen did it yesterday."

The room fell silent. Jan and Alisha didn't even chew. "Are you sure?", Alisha asked after the moment of silence and LaShaunta nodded.

"She didn't say anything, but they had this look about them, you know."

"Wow", Jan breathed.

Alisha grinned. "Armen finally closed the deal. I know he's been trying."

LaShaunta slapped Alisha across the shoulder. "Sara lost her virginity. That's a big deal. She probably wanted to go out of town rather than face twenty questions from you two."

"What twenty questions?", Jan asked, slightly offended. "I'm so happy for her. Her first time was with someone she loves. I'm melting inside. It's so romantic. I bet it was better than my awkwardness in Chad Catchings' tiny little Miata. I mean I'm 6'1" and he's 6'5". The logistics of that was a nightmare!"

LaShaunta laughed so hard she almost dribbled sauce onto her chin. "I'm sure Armen did it right. Unlike Boseman Reese, bless his heart. I was nervous, but I don't think he knew what went where." This time it was Jan who laughed. Alisha just smiled as both Jan and LaShaunta turned to her.

"Well, I lost my virginity in a basement closet to a guy I couldn't pick out of a photo lineup if my life depended on it. So I think it's safe to say Sara's experience was better than mine", she stated before taking another bite of lasagna.

"I wonder why they call it losing your virginity?", LaShaunta thought aloud. "It's not like you forget where you left it."

The girls laughed again and settled into silence until Alisha turned to Jan. "Why didn't you and that Chad guy just get out of the Miata or let the top down?"

"It was raining", Jan replied with a shake of her head. "I'd imagined shooting stars, rainbows, and unicorns would appear the first time I had sex. Instead I got a downpour and 3 minutes of disappointment."

Norma didn't usually need caffeine to get her eyes to open in the morning, but Sebastian's meetings had gotten progressively earlier as more and more information was decrypted. It was turning out to be the treasure trove that everyone had hoped it would be, but without some sort of index, all the data was nothing more than an overwhelming jumble. The map to the maze of data was probably in Abay Isayev's head which was why the terrorist made sure to kill him. Norma was almost as motivated as Sebastian to solve this riddle and crack this very sophisticated operation, but she probably lacked his passion because while he was hard at work with a steaming cup of coffee sitting to his right and an empty can of Red Bull on his left she was yawning.

Norma laid her head back as she yawned, rolling her shoulders to the rear causing her back muscles to explode. The edges of her traps smashed into each other like the earth's crust, thrusting up striated mountains of muscle where the two massive slabs of girl muscle met. Even the usually hidden stabilizer muscles attached to the shoulder blades bulged ominously, adding feathered definition to an already topographical display. Her shirt was caught in the crags and crushed valleys until the previously loose garment actually mirrored the absolute anatomic madness of Norma's back.

"Late night, Specialist?", Sebastian teased. Lloyd grinned but didn't otherwise respond. He'd heard of Norma Carlton, but he'd only recently spent any time around her. He wasn't ashamed to admit that she intimidated him. This base was full of trained killers, but for whatever reason that much muscle on any person, man or woman, had to accounted for. Besides, she was a trained killer too. Her biceps looked like they crush his skull flat, and they could. Sebastian must have had a good grasp on her sense of humor because he seemed to joke with her whenever he got the chance.

"Pre dawn meetings are ridiculous", Norma retorted. "I have a day job."

Sebastian chuckled. "Your team's offline until Mike is recovered, so there're no excuses." Norma could almost feel Sebastian smirking behind her back, but she refused to turn around and give him the satisfaction of seeing the frustration on her face. She'd just let him smirk back there until his little heart was content. She had taken note of the fact that after a few days of wearing the uniform of a British Army officer, Sebastian was back to his normal wardrobe. Even at 5 in the morning he had on a bespoke shirt, bespoke trousers, with bespoke shoes and handmade socks. Norma had no idea how a man who'd joined the military right out of college could afford an ensemble that cost at least three months pay and maybe more.

Norma had asked Sebastian several times. Once he'd told her that he knows people, and another time he'd told her his former girlfriend had bought him all of this stuff, but he hadn't been able to spit out that second lie without laughing, so Norma knew it wasn't true. Just like Sebastian knew Norma enough to make fun of her, she knew him well enough to realize that he wasn't keeping secrets from her because he didn't want her to know the information, he just wanted to maintain topics for future discussion. He'd more than likely reveal the source of his wardrobe once other topics had been exhausted. Of course they were still talking about his service in the Special Air Service, so there plenty more secrets to go before she go to clothing.

Half an hour later Norma was finally fully awake, but still stiff. She threw her hands up towards the ceiling, flexing her muscles while letting out another, somewhat weaker yawn. She didn't stop even when there was a knock on the door.

"Don't either of you jump up", Sebastian, the highest ranking person in the room said wryly. "I take pleasure in answering the door."

Stanley Bell wasn't exactly sure how people slept on military flights. It wasn't as if the designers had given much thought to comfort and Stan had a sinking suspicion that the pilots plowed right into turbulence just to give themselves something to do. He'd survived though and now he found himself at a NATO black sight in Poland for his next assignment. Recently Stanley and the team he led had been to all sorts of exotic places around the globe that he never got to explore. Poland would be no different. He'd add a vacation to this country to his bucket list and hope a military transport flight didn't kill him before he got to come back.

"Ah", a well dressed Brit said when he'd opened the door. "You must be Mr. Bell, the uncoveror of secrets and the destroyer of empires. Please come in." Stanley wasn't the type of person to toot his own horn, but he was quite good at what he did. The CIA had experts in his field as did the FBI and the Brits of course, but no one was better at untangling complex money knots than the USA's Internal Revenue Service. Many a criminal organization had crumbled beneath the weight of an IRS agent's calculator. Stanley was the lead agent of a team of forensic accountants that the US sent around the world like it sent SEAL teams. Stan was ready to give out some stock answers to the greetings that were about to come his way when he saw Norma sitting there at the conference table his mind stopped functioning. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move, and he couldn't think of anything except muscle.

Her short sleeves had fallen down and gathered near her shoulders to preserve themselves as vein covered triceps muscles blasted outward from the backs of her arms complete with more cross striations than Stan could quickly count. Her biceps were stretched all the way out and still they flexed with thick fibrous feathering. Her shoulders defied description. People had three main heads, but Norma looked to have thirty, each a seething undulating mass of pure sliced to the bone muscle. Veins snaked across the heads of her shoulder muscles too like lightening across a stormy sky. She curled her fingers into fists and Stanley nearly groaned. Muscles like coiled cable slipped past each other, writhing and jostling for space in her forearms until the massive muscle shape was set. Just when Stan thought this muscled fantasy had finished, she tightened her muscles and all of them throbbed harder and bigger.

"Mr. Bell, we're working in a small group until later this afternoon. Here are two of my confidants. Lloyd Butler and this is Specialist Carlton." Somewhere in the back of Stanley's mind he heard Sebastian speak and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he should offer his hand for a shake, but his brain was still short circuiting. Then she quickly lowered her arms and relaxed her flex. Watching Norma's muscle recede as if she'd let air out of a balloon was almost as exciting as watching her muscles expand because she was still so monstrously huge. She spun towards him and he couldn't help but lower his eyes as her obliques and lats flexed with that simple movement, pulling her shirt so tightly against her body that the neckline expanded enough for him to see the tops of her seething pectoral muscles.

"I'm Norma", she said to Stanley in a jarringly female voice, sounding exactly like the twenty year old that she was. He'd half expected her voice to be deeper than Barry White's with all of the gear she had to be force feeding herself to get that big, but as she finished turning, and as his eyes finally made it to her face, Stanley was hard pressed to find any evidence of steroid use at all. Her face was girlish and cute, even with her buzzed hair. "My parents weren't mean enough to name me specialist. Norma's bad enough", she joked and Stanley let out a nervous giggle. She extended her hand and his body felt like it might melt when they touched. Her hands were a bit callused like a soldier's would be, but he didn't give that more than a passing thought. His eyes left her face and made it to her cleavage. It was deep as those ditzy girls he saw all over the internet, but Norma didn't have ridiculous looking fun bags like those skinny little models. Norma's chest looked to be all muscle. He'd never seen pectorals that rippled when she did something as simple as exhale. Stan had more hormones coursing through his body at that moment than a 16 year old boy.

"Splendid", Sebastian said after Stan had shaken Lloyd's hand. Sebastian had already explained what Stanley's job was going to be so he didn't have to waste time going over it again. Everybody got back to work after the introductions were made. Stan was just going to do some preliminary work and make a game plan for how to divide up the work once his team arrived that afternoon. He repositioned himself so that he was facing away from Norma. She was hard at work, but just glancing at her was overwhelming for him. There were some bodybuilders whose full lat spread didn't match Norma's back when she inhaled a breath for goodness sakes. He just hoped nobody noticed how distracted he was while picturing Norma in his mind's eye and then turning around to realize that she was even bigger than that. At least they were on the top floor of the old prisons so the room they were in had windows. That way when Sebastian glanced up from work he could look out to the countryside. It was still dark out, but the sun would be up soon.

The beautiful woman in the red dress said her name was Abir, which Jack knew wasn't true, but that didn't matter in the least. She smelled like the road to heaven and had an air about her that instantly put a man at ease. Jack knew only part of that was natural. This young woman had plenty of experience in her craft. Jack wasn't the only one struck though. Abir smiled as she rubbed her hand across his muscular chest then looked up into his deep, piercing blue eyes and couldn't look away. She hadn't noticed in the darker light of the hall, but in the room she saw that this man looked like a movie star with his chiseled jawline, cleft chin and those eyes. This was business for Abir, but she hoped perhaps they could show each other a good time.

Jack inhaled the woman's perfume off of the shawl before laying it down atop the table. She was reaching up to run her hand across his jaw when Jack turned his back and walked a few steps towards the middle of the room. "You know", he said. "I've done lots of things in my life. Some good, some not so good, but I've never stepped out on my wife. I'm not going to start now."

"Ah, I see", the woman said softly, not attempting to change this man's mind. She picked up her shawl and started for the door.

"Wait", Jack called. "Won't you stay? You seem like a smart young woman. There's more than one way to keep a weary traveler company." There was a moment of indecision on her face before she put the shawl back on the table. Jack smiled and picked up the phone. "Any wine preferences?", he asked.

"I trust your judgment", she replied and Jack ordered a quite expensive bottle of French Bordeaux Red. Room service had the bottle at the door quickly and Jack poured two glasses. This was a new experience for this very high priced very selective escort, but instead of having sex with this man, she talked to him. After half an hour of conversation she was revealing things about herself that she never thought she would to a stranger, client or no, but he didn't feel like a stranger. A couple of hours after that he had her laughing, and not the demure and practiced laugh she showed in front of her wealthy clients. This was the laugh that usually only her good friends got to hear. She wanted to stop it, she wanted to get back in character, but this man made her feel like a real person, like he actually cared what she said, whether he actually did or not. Abir was well versed in the art of the con, and so was this man. She also knew the secret was that on some level she had to want this to happen. Part of her needed to be with a man who wasn't trying to tear her clothes off and have his fun. To Abir, this conversation was fun. At different times, jealousy washed over Abir. She hoped this man's wife knew just how lucky she was, because Abir was fairly certain that she'd not find a man like this to marry. After four hours of wonderful conversation, it was time to part ways.

Abir stood up and once again stared into Jack's eyes as he handed over her shall. "I had a wonderful time", she told him and Jack smiled.

"I feel a lot less weary thanks to you", Jack replied then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills, all the cash he'd brought with him and handed it to Abir. She was surprised but accepted the money just the same.

She smiled at him warmly as she finally got to stroke her hand along his cheek before turning and walking out to the hallway. She turned back to see Jack looking out at her until she made it to the elevator. He smiled and closed the door. Abir hadn't felt dirty in her job since her very first client seven years earlier when she'd been 16 years old. She'd been a simple call girl then, at the beck and call of a pimp who rented his girls to anybody with enough money. She'd graduated since then to become one of the most sought after companions in all of Pakistan, which was why she'd never do anything like this again.

"So, did you give him the best night of his life?", Luke asked Abir as soon as she stepped out of the hotel. "I bet he begged you not to leave!"

"We didn't have sex", Abir replied flatly.

"Then what the hell did you do up there that entire time?!?", Luke wanted to know.

"We talked", she replied with a wistful smile.

"Well did you find out anything useful?", a slightly exasperated Luke asked.

Abir thought for a second. "I found out that John Miller is a very formidable man."

"Whatever", Luke said with a sigh as he reached to his inside pocket. "I bet you want this even if you didn't have to screw the guy." He pulled out an envelope with her normal rate inside. Abir took the money but didn't say another word as she walked towards the curb and hailed a taxi. "Formidable", Luke repeated and started walking towards his car. "We'll see how formidable he is."

Jan carried a basket full of clothes to the washroom just as Sara came to get her clothes out of the dryer. She'd only been back in town for a couple of hours since her jaunt to Nassau, and while she didn't quite have a tan, her skin was certainly sun kissed. The expression on her face was more or less normal, but she seemed so happy.

"How was the trip?", Jan asked as she set her clothes down in front of the washer.

"Oh I always like the Bahamas", Sara drawled in her genteel accent. Jan nodded and smiled broadly. Sara pretended to ignore her friend's Cheshire cat grin, but couldn't keep up her charade. "What?"

"Nothing", Jan replied and started filling the washer.

"What?!?", Sara asked again and threw her hands up, grinning even as she did so.

"Aw I'm so happy for you", Jan gushed and quickly leaned down and wrapped her long arms completely around Sara.

"Happy I went to Nassau?"

Jan pulled back to arms length, with her hands still on Sara's shoulders. "Coy? That's how you wanna play it? Okay Sara. Play it that way at your own risk", Jan warned with an impish grin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about", the blonde declared and went to her room to fold her still warm from the dryer clothes. She had only gotten through the top layer when she heard her karaoke machine turn on. She knew it was Jan, and then she heard Betty Wright's "Tonight is the Night" start to play. "Oh you've got to be kidding me", Sara muttered with a roll of her eyes. She could feel her face flushing before the words even started.

"It's the story of a young girl making love for the VERY FIRST TIME", Jan yelled more than sang through the microphone. Alisha and LaShaunta dropped what they were doing and sprinted out of their rooms in time to shout, "BUT I KNOW YOU'RE NOT GONNA SING THAT SONG!!!" Sara didn't know if she wanted to bury herself beneath the covers on her bed or tell her friends to mind their own business. She ended up laughing as they serenaded her with the entire 8 minute song. LaShaunta took lead and was pretty good. Like a lot of things about herself, LaShaunta kept quiet about her singing ability too. Sara finally came out of her room near the end of the song, her face beet red.

Stan had thrown himself into work as soon as he made his way to his assigned living quarters. He hadn't known what to expect with this black site being an old prison. He'd expected a former cell perhaps, but many of the cells were long gone after some of the walls had been knocked out. Stan had a private bathroom with a shower, a bedroom, and front room/ office complete with a little desk that he was making good use of. He had his computer set up on the right side of the desk while printouts and notepads took the rest of the real estate. The semi-circle around his chair was filled with boxes full of information that he hadn't had time to look at yet, but from what he had seen, it was possible to call the recently deceased Abay Isayev a financial genius. That man had orchestrated multiyear, multi-million dollar operation for at least two years. He'd bounced transactions dozens of times through different banks with questionable motivations for accurate record keeping. Stan was sure that he and his team could untangle this knot of transactions given time. There was a lot of money floating out there in cyberspace and Stan planned on recovering every cent. While they were at it, they'd try and figure out who Isayev had been working for because an organization like that had be to stopped. Stan had worked cases where a terrorist group had done serious harm with a budget in the thousands. It was really scary to think about what some of these terrorist groups could do with the millions hidden out there.

Just then Stan put his pencil down and leaned back in his chair. "They don't need millions", he said aloud. Terrorism might be a part of this equation, but it wasn't the linchpin. Isayev hadn't been working for a terrorist group like the analysts thought. This operation was way too sophisticated for something with goals that easy. It wasn't that terrorist groups weren't smart enough to have an operation like this, some of them certainly were. It's just that they didn't need this level of concealment. They only had to hide money for a short time before it was spent. Whoever Isayev was working for wanted to hide this money for the long haul. That dead money manager wasn't working for someone who wanted to spend money. He was working for people who wanted to keep this money.

Stan started writing notes at a furious pace as the thoughts formed in his head. He'd order them later and present his idea to the rest of the team before taking it to Sebastian. Any investigation became easier when the detectives knew what they were looking for, and Stan now realized that he wasn't looking for a terrorist group. He was looking for a businessman and his partners. This revelation wasn't bad for the first few hours of work and it was enough to help give his team direction when they arrived.

The team arrived the next day on nice calm commercial flights. Stan couldn't help but be a little jealous, although their living quarters ended up not being as spacious as his, which was probably worth a bad flight. Stan and Sebastian gave the group a night to get over their jet lag. The team was hard at work early the next morning on the top floor of the prison. Stan had never asked explicitly about their work area because he thought it wouldn't matter. He loved what he did and so did his team. So long as the conditions were tolerable, they wouldn't complain. Now though Stan wasn't sure.

The IRS team was in a very spacious conference room with high speed computer access, all the phones they could need, great radio and television reception if they wanted to look at local stations in Poland, plus cable television if they wanted to watch shows from back home in the US. The break room was right across the hall and the military kept it stocked with snacks at all times. Stan still wasn't sure he'd be able to work under the current conditions because Sebastian and his team were in another conference room right next door. Sebastian had chosen these two rooms because they opened up to each other, so a person could go from one conference room to the other without having to go into the hallway, which was nice for security. If the wall separating the two rooms had been solid, Stan would have thought nothing of it, but the wall had two big windows in it. The wall was practically all glass with a door in between, and there was Norma on the other side of it in all of her muscular glory.

He had forced himself to get busy on work and it would keep his attention for a while, but the first time he looked up from his computer, as if on their own, his eyes would sweep left to find Norma. Over the next couple of days he came to appreciate her even more. In uniform, she often looked like a block of muscle with broad shoulders, broad waist, and broad hips to go along with her thick arms and even thicker legs. Her body wasn't that simple though. Norma had those broad shoulders, massively thick chest, and quads like truck tires, but she had a surprising small waist. Her body was almost as much of an enigma as his work uncovering hidden money.

She had her head down and a pen in her hand like she was taking a test as she wrote something down. She stayed like that for nearly an hour as she worked through whatever Sebastian had her doing. Stan noticed that beyond her impossible to ignore muscles, Norma seemed like a hard worker and an eager learner. She and Sebastian had a very easy way around each other. Stan had wondered for a short time if there might be more going on between the two of them than just work or friendship, but there wasn't. Sebastian didn't stare at Norma with every spare moment like Stan did. He didn't follow the bulges of her shoulders or her see if he could make out muscle fibers in her chest when she moved. Sebastian didn't go nearly catatonic when he saw Norma in a slightly tighter pair of pants than she normally wore. It was clear to Stan that Sebastian and Norma were friends and nothing more. Not that it mattered. Stan wasn't in a position to try and talk to her. He was here for work and nothing more, even if Norma was a walking, talking, breathing muscle fantasy.

Jack was driven to the Integrity International offices the next morning and saw that it was a well defended office building like all the other private military companies occupied, but unlike some others, Integrity didn't share the five story building with any other companies. A twelve foot high wall encircled the building and its grounds, with guards patrolling the top of the wall and guard stations at the corners. There was parking on the surface level and a secured parking garage beneath the structure. The building itself looked like it could have been in any of thousands of office parks around the US, but the guarded wall reminded everybody that they were right next to a warzone, even if they were in Pakistan's capital city.

Jack had chosen to work over the weekend attempting to get caught up on the piled up work on his desk. The job was pretty straight forward, so he'd taken time to meet as many of the guys as he could. The Integrity team was broken up into cliques. There were the plain suits like Jack, who were purely administrative. Then there were guys like Luke, who usually worked in the office, but was actually head of operations for the company so he sometimes went out into the field. Over lunch Jack heard a story about how Luke and a bunch of guys from Integrity had taken out the guy who had sent the goons to shoot up a warehouse in Chicago. The tail was impressive, even if Jack could tell that they were leaving something out. The last of the cliques were the pure shooters as they liked to be called. They were the ones who guarded the military convoys, secured towns after the Taliban had been kicked out by the NATO forces, and the ones who provided surveillance for high value targets when the CIA and Defense Department ran low on manpower. These guys prided themselves on being the baddest of the bad.

Some of them were former special forces from the US, Britain, France, Germany, Denmark, and so on. Others were regular army from their home countries. They all thought that they were as good as any special forces teams on the planet. Jack barely said more than hello to any of them since they didn't want to have anything to do with a suit like him. He did hear one of the older guys, a German, telling a story about how he'd helped infiltrate the East German internal ministry building back in 1984 and get intel that had helped end the cold war. Jack had to stifle a laugh at this tale.

If that guy really had been on Operation Buckle, which was what the mission had been called, he'd have recognized Jack on sight. That operation had been a pretty involved so Jack had spent plenty of time with all the personnel including Billy, Boones, Birdman, and Rainbow Brite, although that mission had been before his daughter had given him that Rainbow Brite doll for good luck, so he'd been known as Cornfed. That German had told a good story even if lots of the details were wrong. Those young mercs were hanging on every word, which was nice since the real operation had gone off without a hitch. It might have been the most historically significant mission of Jack's whole career, but it would have been a boring story.

"Tell me how's the new guy working out", Bruce asked George as the small group of insiders shared drinks after normal work hours.

"He knows his stuff. He's managing the personnel like a pro already and he's getting the hang of how we do the accounting. I think he'll be a keeper."

"The guys seem to get along with him well enough", Luke put in.

"And the women here seem to think he's dreamy", Louis said in a mock panting voice.

The guys chuckled and Bruce slapped his lawyer on the shoulder. "You jealous Louis?"

"No", he replied quickly even if everybody in the room knew he was lying.

"I still don't know about him though", Luke said.

"What don't you know?", Bruce asked.

"He didn't sleep with the girl I hired when he had the chance. Any guy who turns down free pussy has a couple of strikes against him in my book."

Bruce let out a sigh. "I told you not to try that trick on him. He's not some grunt fresh out of a posting in Siberia. He didn't turn down the fucking whore. He was smart enough to know pussy's never free. Makes me like him even more", Bruce said before taking a sip of Brandy.

"You don't think it's strange that some suit from a company in the States sees through my little ruse so easily?", Luke inquired.

George chuckled. "Maybe it's like your girl said. Maybe he didn't want to screw around on his wife." Bruce laughed and eventually Luke did too. "On another note", George began. "With John doing so good in his job, I don't think we'll be able to take any more money from our legit side accounts. He'll notice in a minute and start asking questions."

"We don't want that", Luke said and Bruce agreed.

"We need to get an influx of money. I know we might have to spend some to make some, but we need a score. Do we have anything in the pipeline?"

"What about the info on that gifted kid that guy in Maryland said he had? We might be able to sell that info to Damteni", Louis suggested and saw the faces of his comrades light up.

"Damn! It's been so long I'd forgotten about that deal", Bruce put in.

"We already paid for that information", George reminded the group. "It was supposed to be some sort of joint thing right."

"Yeah", Luke began and finished his brandy. "That info sounds nice, but I'd rather have the kid."

"There're no names in the file. The guy already told us that", Bruce told them.

"Who cares? We get the info and the kid's background and then we track him down", Luke suggested enthusiastically, but Bruce shot that down.

"Let some other asshole go chasing after a kid who can shoot lightning bolts from his hands. I just want to make some money. Even if Damteni's not interested in the kid, somebody with deep pockets will be."

It had been nearly a week since Jasmine had been in the office, and she wasn't going to go to the office this morning either. She'd spent every moment of the last several days perfecting her techniques, preparing to fight in the Pit. She was still pissed from losing. If she went to work the wrong person might say the wrong thing and she'd knock all of their teeth out. Her husband had gone to the office. At least one of them was dedicated to their multimillion dollar business. Jasmine was home alone, trying to pick up her mental pieces, but failing. She looked out of the window at her neighbors, staring at them not knowing exactly what she expected to see. They were a nice family, a fucking postcard family in their own way. They invited Jasmine and her husband Ryan over to dinner at holidays since neither of them had any family close by. Part of Jasmine wished she could be like them.

She watched Darlene tending her flowers in the garden on the side of the house while Rich threw slow pitch batting practice to their nine year old son. A little while later a Chrysler Crossfire pulled into the driveway and the oldest child hopped out of it. Jasmine felt some pangs of expectations again.

The oldest Turner kid was about the same height as Jasmine, but that's where the similarities ended. Her body was almost a continuous graceful curve, from top to bottom and front to back. She'd built her body to function too Jasmine knew, because she was one of the fastest girls in the country. She'd turned down scholarships from big time track programs to stay put in Atlanta, but while Jasmine's muscles were dense and blocky, that girl's were dense and beautiful. She had broad shoulders, but a tiny waist, chocked full of muscle that was on display since she was in a short shirt and low cut jeans that showed off her midriff in all of its ebony glory. Her little waist tapered to powerfully sculpted hips, and an impossibly round ass that got lots of attention, but her legs were really the stand outs. They were perfectly proportioned with muscles like brush strokes from a master painter. Her quads looked like they could have burst through the denim covering them if she wanted and they looked as lush as ripe fruit at the same time. How a woman so hard could also look so supple was maddening. Jasmine was more interested in the function of her body, so she paid more attention to her neighbor's well muscled arms and nice delts than to silly stuff like her breasts, which were much bigger than Jasmine's own. Jasmine had never been very chesty and after she'd started building her body into a fighting machine, what spare fatty tissue for tits had disappeared.

Jasmine watched as the young woman tossed her long braided hair over her shoulder and strolled towards her mother, who by now was walking towards her. The two of them shared a loving hug. At that moment, Jasmine's pining for the postcard life evaporated. She didn't want that soft shit. She wanted to be the best fighter in the world. She didn't care how fast her neighbor's kid was. Jasmine's was a dream that none of them would ever understand. None of them would know the pain Jasmine had put herself through in order to achieve her goal.

Jasmine grabbed her purse and her keys and headed to the garage. She needed to talk to Pernell, the guy who'd introduced her to underground fighting nearly ten years earlier. Maybe he'd know what she should do to get good enough to beat a bump like Plumber Rick. She opened the garage door and pulled down the driveway about twice as fast as normal.

"I wonder where Jasmine's going in such a hurry?", LaShaunta asked her mother who shrugged.

"Well, it's not to work. I can tell you that. I hadn't seen her in office type clothes for at least a week."

LaShaunta just shook her head. "Look at you gossiping. That's a darn shame. Besides, Momma, you haven't been to work in like ten years."

"Ooooh I'm gonna get you!", Darlene exclaimed and reached for her daughter.

"Too slow", LaShaunta yelled and laughed all the way into the house.

Bruce yawned and checked his watch. He did a bit of quick math before picking up his phone. It was a decent hour in the States. The phone rang and a pleasant sounding young lady answered. "Can I speak to Drew please", Bruce asked, using a familiar name for her boss like the two men were friends when they'd never actually met. This was pure business, but Bruce loved subterfuge.

"Well this is a surprise", Andrew Caufield said with a half-hearted chuckle. "What time is it in Pakistan?"

"Early… or late depending on how you want to put it", Bruce replied. "Of course I don't care what time it is. You could have called me any time of the day or night, but I haven't heard a peep from you. Although I see on our books that you received our wire transfer some time ago."

Andrew cleared his throat. "I've been meaning to get back to you on that. We've had some problems pulling that information off of our servers. Let me just give your investment money back."

"That's bullshit!", Bruce yelled. "You have the information and you have my money. Look I don't give a shit if you've lost the stomach for joint research. That's fine, but you better not have partnered with anybody else", he warned. "We paid for exclusive rights to that information!"

"No. No. It's nothing like that", Andrew assured him, his collar getting wet with perspiration. "It's just that it's not as simple as I thought. The… umm… the situation is more complex."

Bruce let out a long sigh that Andrew heard over the phone. "I don't care about complex. Look, you've got my email address. Send me that information and then our dealings with each other will be complete."

Andrew smiled in his office because he thought Bruce just might have given him an out. "There's so much data I don't think it could be sent that way. There are videos and everything. Lots of graphic heavy content."

"Then send someone over here with the physical documents. That's better than an email anyway", Bruce replied without missing a beat.

Andrew's massive frame seemed to deflate. He couldn't do what this man was asking and yet he couldn't just say no either. That would arouse more suspension. Plus Bruce was connected with people in the DoD and the CIA. The resulting scandal would ruin everything he and his family stood for. "Ok", Andrew said in defeat. "Let me get the stuff together and then I have someone bring it over to you."

"Good", Bruce said, realizing that he'd won this round. "Get back to me with the details. I'll get your courier a suite."

Andrew hung up his phone and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Part of him wanted to call Jack. His older brother would most certainly know how to handle this, but Jack was the last person in the world he wanted finding out about any of this. Instead he picked up his phone and dialed an extension. "Honey could you come in here please?"

Amber Caufield frowned as she hung up the receiver and stood up from her desk. Drew might have been trying to hide it, but she'd been married to him for fifteen years. She heard the stress in his voice. She walked past the secretaries and didn't bother knocking on the door before walking into his office. "What's the matter?", she asked with real concern the moment she saw her husband's face.

He stood up, rubbing his hands together as he began to pace. "Sweetheart do you remember that possible deal I was talking about back last October?"

Amber's eyes opened wide. "You know you can't do that deal! Not after what we found out. That information's about Thomas! The people who compiled it killed his mother and father. I don't even know why you're bringing it up."

"You see… I struck the deal in November. I got a wire transfer and put the money in the international account in Grand Cayman."

"You what!?!" Amber threw her hands in the air. "Call it off! "

"I just tried!", he yelled back then took a deep breath. "Look, I know I can't go through with it but that guy wouldn't listen to reason over the phone." He stopped and then snapped his fingers together. "I'll go over there with his money and tell him face to face that there's no deal." That idea seemed to brighten his mood.

"You can't go", Amber said after a moment.

"Why not?"

"Because a phone conversation has you sweating like you're in the desert. Face to face there's no telling what that guy will do to you. He'll know every secret we have before it's all over with."

Andrew frowned and stood up straight, reaching his full 6'8" height, nearly a foot taller than his wife, but she just walked up to him and put an arm around his waist. "Honey, you're no pushover in negotiations, but stuff like this isn't your strong suit. You'll either do something or say something that will make this situation worse."

"Then what should I do?"

Amber looked up into her husband's deep blue eyes and knew what had to happen. "I'll go", she declared.

"How'd the call go", Luke asked his boss while leaning against the doorway. There wasn't as much need for secrecy since they were the only two people on the entire floor at the moment.

"The guy is supposed to send us the information he has. He's trying to protect it, or at least it sounded like that to me. There has to be a reason he's delayed this long. We were supposed to have that info at the start of the year."

"Do you think he's going to send it this time?"

"Probably not", Bruce said after a while. "I think I'll turn this one over to you and operations people."

Luke grinned. "Yeah, I'll add getting that information to my to-do list. But first I've got a drill to plan."

Bruce groaned. "You're just doing this because of the new guy John aren't you?" Luke grinned and headed back to his office to make sure he had a big enough flak jacket for John Miller.

"Would you have ever told me about your gift?", Brian asked as he loaded up his save on Civilization IV.

"We could have stayed friends for the rest of our lives and that secret would have died with me", Armen replied without looking up from his book.

"I've gotten used to lots of gifted people being pretty open around me. I really don't take that for granted, but some of them told me that it was hard to keep their secrets from friends in the first place."

"It's not hard for me", Armen replied as he turned a page. "I mean even Jan's wary of fire, and she's like practically indestructible!"

Brian chuckled and then his face went very serious. "You didn't seem all that concerned to find out Jan has killed someone before."

Armen looked up from the page for a second before he answered. "If it was between my brother and her, I'd rather it be him who lost. I've never had to kill anyone Brian, but you know how I said I wouldn't be crazy like my brother."

"Yeah."

"Well, I also promised myself I'd never lose anybody I care about if I had the power to save them. Sure I didn't want Sara to find out about my powers the other day, but I wasn't going to sit there and maybe let her get hurt in an explosion. And if anybody wants to come after somebody I care about, well… then… they better bring an army. They'll need it."

"Damn Armen. Got serious quick."

"Life gets serious quick. It goes from normal to the Gates of Hell in a second. It's happened to me."

"So, if somebody was trying to kill me", Brian began. "I mean back before I knew about your powers. Would you have protected me?"

"After we got to know each other sure. Keeping my secret is as normal as breathing for me, but it's not worth something bad happening to you. You're a good guy so it's like I said, bad guys better bring an army."

"I just thought about how weird I should feel sitting in a room with a guy who could burn this whole building down and turn my body to ashes. I should probably be scared or something", Brian said then chuckled.

"This whole year you've been sharing a dorm room with a guy who could burn the building down. Only difference is that now you know it. And of course, now you could ruin my life just by telling the wrong person what you know. So it's my situation that's changed. Yours has been the same since we met."

Brian laughed. "Touché my friend. Touché."

They were quiet for a moment before Armen looked up from his book and asked, "Does Sara talk to you like in your head often?"

"All the time", Brian replied with a roll of his eyes and thought about the mental tongue lashing she'd given him for revealing stuff to Armen that she wanted to keep as a surprise. "It saves her the trouble of dialing on her cellphone. Plus you can't screen her calls or hang up on her."

"She did it to me this morning. I almost tripped down the stairs!" Brian laughed as Armen continued, "Then when I talked back to her, I did it out loud and people were looking at me like I was crazy."

"Don't worry about it, Armen. You'll get used to it."

"So you don't feel weird knowing that Sara could be in your head at any time?"

"At first", Brian said as he started a war with Rome. "She's really ethical about it though because if she wasn't, then she'd have known about your powers a long time ago."

"True. But she could be in my head right now couldn't she?"

"She usually announces herself quickly. Honestly, I think Sara actively tries not to read her friends' minds. Besides, I don't think she can read minds from far away. Just get the thoughts off the top of your head."

"So how far can she talk to me from? Like a few miles?"

Brian smiled and shook his head. "A few miles… Armen, I have conversations with Sara sometimes when I'm back home in Pittsburgh and she's in Mississippi. And I know she was talking to LaShaunta when you guys were in the Bahamas. That's how she knew when to come pick you guys up."

"Man", Armen said with a sigh. "And I was making fun of her because I thought she wasn't that strong."

That statement made Brian turn away from his screen. "Sara's scary strong. Jan told me one time that she's only seen Sara mad once, and that was for like a split second. But she said that if Sara ever really was mad that she'd give her plenty of time and space to chill out."

"Damn."

"Yeah, damn is right. That's coming from Jan."

"Who's practically indestructible", Armen added.

Brian went back to his game for a minute or two before turning to Armen. "I wonder how powerful yours and Sara's kids would be?"

Armen threw his pen at him. "Kids? Really?", he exclaimed. Brian laughed hard and slapped the desk. Armen grinned and opened his book back up. "They'd probably be normal anyway. Wouldn't even have powers", he said with a smirk.

"That would be ironic."

"Yeah. Either that or they'd be stronger than both of us combined and take over the world", a grinning Armen said. Brian snickered and went back to his game.

Jack was sitting at his desk wondering why Billy had put him on this mission. As far as Jack could tell, Integrity International was like any other opportunistic private military contracting company operating near the war zone. This company made its money by guarding US and NATO military facilities, freeing the soldiers to do other jobs. They guarded the dozens and dozens of convoys it took to keep some of the far flung outpost supplied. They had good contacts within the Pakistani government and with some of the local tribes in the lands between Pakistan and Afghanistan. Jack could never play at soldier for the money. Every soldier got paid, but for him it had to be about more than that. If he was going to put a man at the end of his crosshairs and take the most precious thing he had, there had to be more than some dollar bills at the end of it for Jack. He didn't like judging people, given all the things he'd done in his life, but he could honestly say that nothing he'd done during his time in the Army or in the CIA had been for the money. He'd been rich since his 20^th birthday.

There had to be more to this assignment than he was seeing. He thought back to Abir. His first thought was that the gesture had been a misguided welcome present from someone inside Integrity, like the upgraded tickets. Maybe it was more than that. Maybe it was how they did business. His mind couldn't help but think to the movie The Firm. The corrupt company had gotten their hooks into Tom Cruise's character, but Jack wasn't some young starry eyed lawyer. He was going to have to dig deeper if he really wanted to find out what this company was about. That might ruffle some feathers, but ultimately Jack wasn't here to make friends.

He was thinking about the best way start his true hunt into Integrity's motives when a jarring siren sounding inside the building. Jack frowned and stood up from his desk when his office door opened.

"Follow me", Clark, one of the operations staff, said with a huff.

"What's going on?", Jack asked, sounding more worried than he really was.

Clark let out a sigh. "Come on I'll tell you while we walk." Jack didn't bother retrieving his suit jacket and followed Clark out into the hall and then down the stairs with people brushing past them all the way. Jack took a look out of a window to the compound beyond the headquarters building and saw vehicles moving and heavy machine guns being chambered.

"Luke likes to a drill like this ever so often. It simulates an attack on our position", Clark explained.

"Attack? Has this location been hit before? Did a previous location get hit!?! I told my wife I wasn't going to a dangerous location!" Jack sounded so near hysterics that Clark laughed.

"Easy bro. Nobody's crazy enough to attack us, but we have to be prepared in case somebody is that crazy."

"So what do I do?", Jack asked as they reached the basement of the building.

"You'll get your action station from Luke. Everybody's got one from the cleaning lady to Bruce, the big boss. Here we go", Clark said as they rounded a corner and came face to face with the armory. Luke was there personally handing out carbines, submachine guns, pistols, and even bowie knives to company personnel. All the rifles were in tiptop condition and the people receiving them looked ready to use them. Mack, the head of security for the compound was nearby handing out body armor, top of the line stuff. He also noticed Phil standing by the exit, handing out live ammunition. That was a little strange for a drill like this, but Jack held his tongue.

"Ah there's the new man!", Luke called and pointed to Jack. "Get him to Mark", he told Clark who pointed Jack in the right direction.

"I wouldn't be down here usually", Mark said. "My duty station is upstairs, but we've got to break in the new guys." Jack smiled as Mark reached to a stack of body armor behind him to find one to fit Jack, but the one he gave him was too small. Jack tried to fasten the straps around his torso, but just couldn't. The other people in the room tried not to snicker as Jack allowed his face to redden, because he wasn't embarrassed in the least. He knew what was going on as soon as Mark said, "Here try this one", and gave him another set of body armor that didn't fit. By now others in the room were snickering. There were bigger guys working for Integrity than Jack. He'd seen four maybe five.

"Damn!", Mark exclaimed trying to keep from laughing. "Okay, let's try this one." He stepped away from the table and into the armory vault and came back with a 1950's vintage flak jacket. He extended it to Jack who could smell the musty odor from arm's length. "Gotta get suited up", Mark teased and Jack's face turned a darker shade of red.

Everybody in there knew that his shirt probably cost hundreds of dollars if not more, but Jack breathed through his mouth as he put on the heavy old mostly useless flak jacket. "This one fits", Jack said and did up the button hooks along the front.

"This way", Luke called and Jack walked over towards him. "You look like a submachine gun guy", he said and picked up a MP-5.

Jack took the gun and looked it over before blushing again and looking at Luke. "I haven't shot a gun since basic", he said while holding the gun awkwardly.

"Fifteen years in the Army and you didn't fire a weapon!?!", Clark nearly yelled.

Jack shrugged. "Not after basic. I was in the Quartermaster Corps. Grunts do the fighting as long as we keep food in their stomachs and bullets in their guns. My first commanding officer told me that." Those were the only true words Jack had spoken in several minutes.

Luke smiled. "Well John, at the end of this drill, let's get you on the range and see what you've got."

The drill ended after forty minutes and Jack found himself in the base of the headquarters building where a state of the art shooting range had been put in just for the Integrity guys to pop off some rounds. Luke personally instructed Jack with basic weapon's safety and the rudiments of shooting. He was actually doing a pretty good job.

"Okay, squeeze off a round. Remember. Steady breathing and steady trigger pull. Don't anticipate the break."

"Got it", Jack said and yanked the trigger back.

"Where the hell did that go?", Mark asked with a frown.

"Missed the target high and to the right", Luke reported. "Okay, John. You flinched when you fired the shot. Settle down. The gun's not going to bite you. Let's try it again." Jack fired again. This time he decided to hit the target, but just barely. His bullet took some paper off the far corner. "Better", Luke encouraged his pupil. "Now let's see if we can walk those shots closer to the bullseye." Jack didn't. He picked random things in the background to aim at. Dings on the bullet deflector at the far end of the shooting range, or reflections on the ceiling and floor.

"Enough", Luke called. "I think we've seen enough." They'd let Jack shoot nearly a hundred bullets and he hadn't gotten within two feet of the bullseye. Luke looked at the guys around him then smiled and put a hand on Jack's big shoulder. "Tell you what buddy. Why don't we make the armory your combat station." Jack sheepishly laughed and handed over his weapon, making everybody feel a little bit better.

"Yeah, I think that'll be best."

Sometimes Stan wished he could just relax, watch some television, wind down and veg out. Instead he brought tons of work down to his room where he'd work until he couldn't keep his eyes open. Then he'd crawl into bed to get some sleep so he could do it all over again. They hadn't been given a time frame for this job, but there was a clock in the back of Stan's head. He felt it ticking. He had no idea what it was counting down to, but it felt ominous. He only hoped he didn't run out of steam before the race was over though. He devoted his every waking moment, and probably his dreams, to solving the financial puzzle in front of him. His only distraction was when his mind turned to Norma and her unbelievable body.

Some of Stan's closest friends knew that he was into fit women. The times he dated recently, his girlfriend had always had some visible muscle on her. They didn't know that the girls they'd seen him with were on the low end of what he liked. While he'd never had a chance to date a real physique competitor let alone a real bodybuilder, he'd sessioned with them for a while. Stan loved the girls who strutted their stuff on the stages in little posing suits flexing up muscles that would put most of the guys in the local gym to shame. Stan had gone to his first bodybuilding show when he'd been a sophomore in high school and he'd had his first session with a real bodybuilder during his third year of college. It had taken every dollar he'd saved up, but it had been so worth it. He'd gotten to worship the hardest muscles he'd ever felt up until then. It only got better from there, but now he'd seen someone who left those girls in the dust, a true muscle freak if he'd ever see one in the flesh.

He leaned back in his chair, thinking about how Norma's muscle must feel, like boilerplate. He wondered if Norma fathomed just how often those muscles should be worshiped by a man who appreciated every agonizing second that she'd taken to sculpt them. Like most women who trained though, Norma probably built that body for her own goals, not giving a single thought to what her look might do to people who didn't like it or to those who might love it. Stan let out a long sigh and got back to work. He'd just about scrubbed the image of Norma from the front of his mind when there was a knock at the door. He rolled his eyes and was half a second from telling whoever it was to go away, but it could be important. He pushed away from his desk and open the door only to see an empty hallway in front of him. For a split second he thought someone was playing tricks on him, but then he saw movement at the lower end of his field of vision.

"Down here", Norma told him with a big smile and an amused wave. Stan looked down and instantly dissected Norma's body like a muscle lusting surgeon. She had a long sleeved Army t-shirt tucked into a pair of tighter fitting and slightly faded camo trousers. There wasn't much skin showing at Norma's neckline, but he didn't need to see much. Her pecs were churning down beneath that fabric with just enough showing to make a lump form in his throat. Stan loved all of a woman's muscles, but he had a special love for pectorals. He couldn't get enough of them. The tighter pants showed off that relatively small waist and explosive sweep of her titanic thighs. He wondered how she got her tall boots over her calves. Almost as an addendum he noticed the satchel she was holding in her left hand.

"How can I help you Specialist Carlton?", he made himself ask.

"Come on, call me Norma. Can I come in?"

Stan stepped aside and let Norma walk past him into his quarters. He thought he smelled a slight hint of perfume, but he wasn't sure. "I'm sorry there's stuff everywhere", he exclaimed and cleared off the swivel chair next to his desk. "Please take a seat", he urged Norma and she did, although the chair was set so high that only the toes of her boots touched the floor. She set the satchel down and Stan took a seat in his office chair. "So was there break in our case?"

Norma shook her head. "I'm not down here about work", she came right out and said. "To be honest I wish I was clever enough to do some kind of sexy word play stuff, but I'd suck at it."

Stan frowned and a bead of sweat appeared on the back of his neck. "What do you mean?"

Norma smiled then. "I've noticed how you've been looking at me, from the first moment we met. I mean you're looking at me like that now."

"I… I have no idea what you're talking about", Stan made himself say.

"Look, Stan. We're both adults and neither of us is married. I'm not looking for anything steady. No strings attached. I just think we can have some fun together. I mean, do you think you're the first muscle loving guy I've met? Be real! With a body like mine I attract those guys like moths and campfires." She leaned forward and gripped the front of the chair between her legs, squeezing the wood hard enough to make the fibers crackle a little and causing her forearms to swell inside the long sleeves while her triceps pressed outward as she tensed them.

That single bead of sweat on Stan's neck got company as the perspiration began rolling down to his collar. "I… umm… I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. You seem like a nice young lady, but we're colleagues. Nothing more."

Norma's face showed her skeptical disappointment. "You're kind of dumb for a smart guy, Stan."

"What! Listen, I think I've indulged you long enough!", he declared and snatched open the door. "You should go. Now!"

Norma stood up from the swivel chair, but didn't pick up her satchel. "Back when I was in high school I met my first muscle luster… schmoes they call themselves. Anyway, this guy and I had a lot of fun. Then I met another and another, and every single one of them had the same look on their faces that you have now. They couldn't believe a woman like me existed outside of their fantasies, but here I am Stan. I'm pretty sure you've seen some bodybuilders up close, but they've got nothing on me. You have no idea what big is. You have no idea what hard is. You just think you do", Norma told Stan and watched him squirm and waver while staring at her. He had more willpower than she thought though.

"Please leave, Specialist Carlton", he uttered through a cotton dry mouth. "I'm not interested in anything you've been talking about."

Norma smiled at him with pity. "Then why do you have a semi already?"

Stan looked down. "Damn it!"

"Okay Stan, listen to me carefully. I went back to the States recently and got some stuff that I'd been missing. I got some real crab cakes, and a Dr. Pepper. I got to see some friends, and kill some bad guys, but there's something I didn't take care of when I was back home." She took a step towards Stan. "Now you've got three problems the way I see it. Number one, you're not in my chain of command so there're no rules against fraternizing. Number two, you're not even nominally my superior since you work for a different department." Her expression hardened as she took one more step towards a suddenly shivering Stan. "And your third problem is that I'm fucking horny!"

Norma's lips curled into a big smile and raised her arms up. Stan already knew that she was going to flex. He thought he knew what he was going to see. After all he'd already seen her flex the first day they'd met, but he was prepared at all for what he was about to witness.

Her muscles started to inflate, getting bigger and bigger even before her elbows had even reached 90⁰. Her t-shirt already looked vacuum sealed to her chest, shoulders, and sides. He couldn't believe what was happening. It had to be some sort of trick. He'd never seen muscles expand like that in his life, not on anyone, ever! He got lightheaded watching Norma's already enormous biceps grow higher and thicker heartbeat by pounding heartbeat. The once dark sleeve material was stretched to near transparency. That's when Stan's vision started to swirl. He'd sessioned with some of the biggest most gear head muscle women he could find, but Norma had just eclipsed them all with one flex.

Finally, and with Stan's grasp of reality already tenuous, Norma's expansion seemed to have stopped. She'd flexed until her entire upper body was easily 20% bigger than it had been when she'd walked in, her biceps had swelled even more so. Her shoulders were so wide that he wondered if she could fit through the door normally, and it wasn't just the size of her might muscles. Her body had a taper from shoulders to waist that was almost impossible. She grinned at Stan's expression as he looked her body up and down and up again.  She wasn't even trying he realized. There wasn't the least bit of strain on her face as she held her flex for nearly a minute without a hint of fatigue.

Her hands were open as she held her double biceps pose, her fingers wiggling about to make her forearms ripple, but then, when she was sure Stan's undivided attention was on her arms, she clenched her hands into fists. Stan's legs got wobbly like he'd been punched by a heavyweight boxer. Norma flexed for real this time. The shirt sleeves didn't even have time to try and stretch around the volcanic peaks. Loud quick rips sounded as Norma's still growing biceps burst through the sleeve in a dozen different places. Stan's mouth hung open as Norma's flesh came into view. He'd never dared to dream that such definition was possible.  Her entire arm looked like weathered stone. Any weakness or softness had been removed and only the pure muscle was left, covered only by skin trying its best to survive the growing muscles beneath it.  Then the mountainous biceps began to recede as she relaxed her arms and placed her fists on her waist. Stan watched with lusty fascination as Norma's upper body began to expand again. This time though she concentrated on her thick meaty wings, making her lats flare wider and thicker as she pulled her shoulders forward.  The POP, POP, POP of failing stitches and the sound of Norma's long exhale filled Stan's ears while her upper body filled his vision.  The collar was barely hanging on, and then with a bit of a grin Norma tensed her chest.

Norma's pecs rolled like ocean waves from top to bottom and then back again as they began to grow. The collar ripped quickly as Norma's already vascular pectorals began their assault on Stan's mind. He'd always loved pecs and had sought out any muscle woman with a hard rack, but he felt as if he might have died and gone to her own personal heaven as Norma's chest just kept flexing and flexing, finishing what her lats had started. Norma's shirt ripped down the center until Stan could see the first two banks of Norma's six pack, tucked in beneath the shelf like bottom of her pecs. From what he could see, her abdominals were as ripped to shreds as the rest of her body, but while cobbled like a street in Victorian London, her stomach was just too flat and slim to burst her shirt down there, so the shirt stopped tearing there. She'd made herself practically topless though. The rest of the shirt hung in rags from various parts of her body. He saw her nipples, standing out on the front of her pecs like anachronisms. Thick and engorged from her flexing, looking ready to be sucked, but those nipples weren't attached to the type of tits most people thought of. They were attached the biggest, thickest pectoral muscles Stan had ever seen. She relaxed her flex and her muscles receded like water after the high tide, as Norma went back to her more regular muscle bound size.

"You still want me to leave?", she asked with a naughty grin.

"N…no", the nearly drooling IRS investigator stammered.

"Then close the door", she told him and headed towards his bedroom. Stan followed, pushing open the door to see Norma standing near the head of his bed. She had the smallest smile on her face as she cranked out the most insanity inducing crab flex Stan would ever see. Norma's neck thickened to nearly twice its normal size while her traps looked ready to rise to her ears. The three heads of Norma's shoulders disappeared into a uncountable mass of bulging muscle fibers. She didn't have striations, each muscle fibers seemed to show on its own, only the deeper indentions showed where one head stopped and another began. Stan got weak in the knees again at the display, but he whimpered when his eyes made it to her pecs.

He didn't even notice that her flex had ripped the rest of her shirt. Most of it hung down from the tucked in portion at her waist while a couple bits of stubborn sleeve managed to survive near her elbows and wrists. He was too enthralled by those pecs.

"Come over here. Feel whatever you want, cause you've never felt anything like me!", she said and then yelled at the end and really put something into her next flex, taking her muscles up a notch adding bulging capillaries to the lattice of veins and arteries already crisscrossing her amazing body. Stan loved it. All the blood vessels got thicker and more numerous as Norma finally began to get a slight pump. Stan couldn't believe it but Norma had come to his room completely cold.

Stan raised his hand and inched his fingers towards her biceps, but pulled back. Then he started to touch her triceps and then he shoulders. Her abs looked inhuman, like thick knobs on some old machine, but he didn't touch them either. Instead he gripped Norma's pecs and his mouth fell open again. Beneath her skin were two of the densest, hardest things he'd ever felt. They literally felt harder than steel. The striations felt like corrugations and the heat of her body made it like the steel had been warmed in a tempering furnace. The only thing that let Stan know that he was touch living flesh was her pulse. He could feel the blood vessels throbbing with the beat of Norma's heart as the pressure increased the hardness a tiny amount with each powerful pump.

"So you're a pecs guy?", Norma said. "Lots of guys are. It's my favorite muscle group too", she said and turned to the side, pulling her arms up and making her right pectoral swell to yet another level. For the first time Stan saw some real effort on Norma's face, like she was putting something extra into this flex. He felt along her chest as Norma rolled her flex down her pecs from top to bottom, pausing slightly as she made each pectoral head peak. Stan didn't know such a thing could happen, but she did it again and again, each time her muscles got larger and harder. Stan had left reason and logic behind several minutes ago. Norma's body even defied imagination.

Now though that Norma had showed Stan that her muscles were completely beyond his wildest dreams. It was time to show him that there was a real woman attached those massive muscles.

While his hands were exploring her bare chest, Norma stopped her flex, raised her arms, gripped the sides of Stan's head with her small hands and pulled his face down to hers. She had to rise up onto her toes, popping the laces of her right boot, as she got high enough to plant a kiss. Their lips met and Stan didn't want the embrace to end, but Norma pulled away anyway, keeping her eyes locked on Stan's face. "So I had the wrong idea about you huh", she jabbed and Stan got a sideways grin.

"Don't hold my modesty against me", he said and leaned down to kiss Norma again, making her feel like a woman for the first time in a long time. After all the combat and the cloistered intelligence work, Norma wanted to feel sexy and desired. Stan didn't look past Norma powerfully thick muscles. He looked right at them and adored ever perspiring inch, and she was going to put on this muscle show for the both of them. She needed it as much as he did, although she was sure he had no idea just how huge and ripped Norma could get. I was time to give him a real taste of what her muscles could do.

"How's this for modesty?", Norma asked and put her hands on her hips. Her lats blasted outward towards her elbows, getting vascular too just like the rest of her body. Stan gripped Norma's sides with both hands, squeezing and tracing the V they created. His hands came back up to her pecs and Norma started bouncing them, up and down plus in and out like a piston. Stan backed off and watched the show for a moment until she slowed down and he kissed the inside of Norma's left pectoral before tracing the track of her inches deep cleavage with his tongue. He looked up to see that Norma appreciated it so he kept at it for a moment.

"Give my biceps some love", she told him and he immediately went to work on Norma's arms, taking time to trace the intricate patterns of her bulging sinews, taking care not to miss a single striation. She turned her back to him to let him give it some attention too. Her upper back looked like a mountain range with one mountainous muscle rising and falling next to each other creating a real landscape there. Stan frowned and felt his body tingle again as he looked down to her lower back. Her body tapered to that tight waist, so her upper back was way broader, but there seemed to be just as muscle down there, only compressed into that smaller space. Norma's lower back looked like she could have given a bull a run for its money. Stan gripped Norma's massive lats again before taking his time worshiping her back just like he'd worshipped her front. Norma gave him a rear lat spread to deal with and Stan was nearly overwhelmed. Her back looked acres wide, but he kept at it.

"You're so fucking huge", he said in her ear then kissed a line down her neck and traps down the center of her back.

"I'm not even pumped yet", she told him and Stan stopped cold.

"Stop screwing with me. You're this huge and you're not pumped?"

Norma turned to face Stan and grabbed him by the waist. "Am I too much for you?"

"No, I mean… you're amazing, but no", he said firmly. "Keep going."

Norma's expression didn't register his words though. She backed up with the same neutral expression on her face then thrust out her right leg. He watched her thighs quiver and undulate like a mighty wave before she flexed her thigh hard. Even those combat rated trousers didn't stand a chance. She gave them the same treatment as her shirt. She flexed her quads, hamstrings, glutes, calves, and abs. Stan swept his gaze down Norma's power packed body watching her pants get tighter and tighter from the waist down to her calves. After a moment the once normal fitting trousers looked like lycra. Norma grinned when she saw the look of stunned disbelief on Stan's face.

Her adductors pressed like hydraulic rams on the insides of her thighs, competing with her surging quads for size and definition, but eventually the inside of her thighs seemed to have maxed out while her quads kept on growing higher and thicker and impossibly more defined. The cuts slicing across all the heads of Norma's quads showed through the pants until just like the shirt, the pants leg simply burst open. Norma looked down at her own muscle feeling a tingle of arousal not just as her monster sized muscles, but at what she was doing to Stan. He was hers as sure as the sun rose in the east. She could have gotten Stan to do anything at this moment. Norma had flexed her muscles in front of several guys back home, whenever she felt like doing it, but this was different. She'd never been this turned on by her own body before. Maybe it was because she was stronger and fitter than ever before. Maybe it was because it had been too long since she'd let herself really go for it like this. Whatever it was, she loved it. She locked her eyes on Stan, who stood unmoving watching her display of muscle domination and decided to try something new.

She sucked in a deep breath, making her colossal chest flare out to new massive proportions above her surprisingly small waist. Norma had always loved the aesthetic of the old time bodybuilders with their V tapers, and had built herself accordingly, but now she wanted to show Stan that her muscles did what she wanted them to do.

She rolled her hips forward and her abdominal wall sank in by nearly six inches as she tensed her muscles yet again. Her waist had collapsed to nearly 2 dimensional. It was amazing. Stan wondered where the hell her organs had gone. He was nearly foaming at the mouth as her six pack flexed along the length of her now concaved abdominal wall. Her six pack was painfully, maddeningly shredded. The big, meaty blocks of muscle on Norma's stomach looked like barrier islands at low tide, jutting up from the deep channels running between them and bracketed by shrinking, tightening, ripped obliques that kept flexing tighter and tighter around her still crunching abs. Norma's stomach was so insanely and unbelievably ripped that Stan dropped to his knees to worship it fully, to show Norma that all the hard work she'd put into her midsection was worth his attention, but then things began to change.

Norma could have pulled her fatless stomach in another couple of inches putting even more of a gap between her waistband and her waist. The gap was already so big that only her tensed quads were keeping the trousers on in the first place, but Norma had another idea. Now her shrinking reversed as she pressed her muscles outward. Inch by swelling inch, Norma's abs grew but the maddening definition remained. It wasn't long before her once tiny stomach was spilling over her waistband, the muscles jumbling and bulging not just in the front but on the sides where her obliques were creating pure muscle love handles there. For the first time Stan saw some real effort on Norma's face as she flexed her muscles even bigger, bloating her belly. By the time her abdominal wall was past the level of her colossal pecs, Norma face had turned just a slight shade of pink. In the next moment her belt finally lost the battle. The buckle failed and dropped to the side. A moment later the button keeping her trousers fastened flew past Stan's head. The zipper failed and then Norma really started to bear down. She had her hands behind her head, her biceps flexing huge again as she flexed her abs harder. She bit her bottom lip and let out a small grunt as she flexed her now keg sized gut bigger, forcing more muscle into her midsection, like she was trying to make herself look truly pregnant. Finally she blew out her held breath and relaxed. Her abs instantly shrank to their normal flatness, but the definition remained. The bricks of her abdominal wall were just as striated as her pecs now, with veins and arteries branching out along her midsection adding to the deep textures of Norma's abs.

Stan lunged towards Norma and pressed his face into her stomach. It felt like human stone as she breathed in and out while he lathered her yet again. He craned his neck slightly after worshipping Norma's abs for five minutes straight and took one her nipples in his mouth. Norma arched her back slightly and let out a little moan as he sucked, licked, twisted, and tweaked her nail hard nipples. Norma closed her eyes felt along her own body while Stan sucked one nipple and then the other with the gusto of a baby cow. Almost without thought Norma started flexing her pecs over and over, making them larger and harder with each moment. As her body got harder, his furious worship of it gained steam. Norma started to push herself, to pump her muscles to even greater heights. She'd been holding back so far, but now it was time to see how far she and more importantly how far Stan wanted to go.

She put her hands on her chest to feel them while Stan still sucked and tugged her nipples with his teeth even as he felt Norma's chest inflate like a muscle bound balloon. Thicker veins and throbbing arteries sliced across the burgeoning face of her mighty chest and even deeper striations sliced her pectorals like her shoulders before. A dozen bulging muscle divisions became a sea of fibrous overstuffed madness beneath her surprisingly soft skin.

Her cleavage was so deep now that when Stan put the edge of his hand against Norma's sternum, only his thumb stuck out past the wall of muscle. Norma looked down with and got angry. She wanted his entire hand to disappear in the valley between her muscle walls, so she pumped her muscles with furious pumps. She was grunting now, straining slightly, pushing her muscles some. Her cleavage added a full inch. Stan was panting now. His breath coming in short wisps while his heart raced like a runaway train. Stan put his mouth on Norma's nipple and sucked on it with even more vigor. Just like the rest of her, that nipple was fucking hard and getting bigger as more and more blood rushed into Norma's still surging chest.

"So huge", he exclaimed again and went to work licking every inch of her massive chest, taking extra time at her nipples. She ran her hands along her own body, getting more and more turned on at her own size, at her own hardness. The more she flexed the hotter she got. She let out a low growl when Stan put his teeth on Norma's nipple and bit down a little. She rolled her head back between her massive traps.

"Bite it! Put your teeth on it!", she ordered with a lustful groan and Stan did just that. Now it was Norma that started trembling. He put his hands on the side of Norma's left pec and squeezed with all of his might just to feel the hardness. He might as well have been trying to crush a boulder. Then Norma, flexed her chest bigger. He felt it grow beneath his hands, forcing them apart a little, but a little wasn't enough. Norma arched her back and flexed her chest with everything she had, grunting and straining like a demon. Her chest was already a work of art, but Stan stood back and watched Norma turn her own muscles into a masterpiece, adding crags and jutting muscle shapes to her already massive chest, and even more size. She didn't let up flexing her entire body like her life depended on it. Sweat poured off of her body and the furniture in the room began to vibrate as Norma's own efforts shook the concrete floor slightly. She seemed lost in her own muscle lust now with Stan just along for the ride. Norma felt an orgasm approaching, but something else was happening too, as she pushed her muscles past what she thought were her limits. She remembered when she'd fought against Sara. That effort had made her feel like her heart was going to explode. She remembered when she'd pulled a safe room right out of the wall, but she'd gone past both of those. She was in uncharted territory. Her muscles flexed like they had a mind of their own. She needed to feel her hardness again, so she ran her hands over her chest, feeling that her favorite muscles were bigger and harder than ever before and more sliced to the bone, but she felt like she had still more to go. She wanted to push her muscles until they fucking broke or burst through her skin, so she rolled her head back between the buttress like traps and screamed to the ceiling as she blasted her pecs with all her might

Stan's lips and tongue had been on Norma's tits as her body had gone fucking super nova. Even as huge as she was, she flexed her chest so big so fast that her left pec hit Stan in the face like a huge fist, knocking him down to his ass. He rubbed his jaw and looked to Norma, his muscle lust addled brain finally reaching overload, as Norma flexed with single minded effort. He couldn't move. He could barely think.

Norma felt an orgasm coming on, and she wasn't even touching herself down there. She didn't have to. Every nerve ending in her body felt like live wires. The flexing was one thing, but she needed to feel her strength. She wanted to feel her muscles really power against something, but she could have turned Stan into paste, broken the furniture into splinters or even punched holes in the walls. The only thing in the room hard enough to survive her strength was her own body. She put a hand on either side of her mighty puffed out chest and squeezed with all the strength she had.

Her delts and biceps joined in the hyper shredded fury as Norma crushed her own muscle with enough force to burst a bolder, but her chest responded by flexing harder. Her heart thundered inside her chest now, beating fast enough to have sent a normal person into cardiac arrest, but Norma wasn't normal and she was proving that to herself and to Stan.

Stan had made it to his knees now and looked up at the Norma's face, past the shelf of her massive chest. He was about to get to his feet again when he focused on Norma's right nipple. Her body was drenched with sweat, but he saw something else there on the edge of her nail hard nipple. "Fuck me", he breathed with complete and utter disbelief.

Norma's entire body felt warm, and she didn't know what to make of it. Her chest was especially hot. She thought it might be fatigue setting in, but she wasn't going to let up. She wouldn't stop until she reached her pinnacle, no matter how hard she had to flex her muscles. And then she felt Stan attack her right nipple like a mad man.

Just before then, Stan had been transfixed by a tiny pale white dot forming at the edge of Norma's ice pick hard nipple. The she flexed, the harder she crushed her chest, the bigger the white dot until it formed into a drop that sailed to the floor at her feet. Stan's eyes watched it fall and watched it splash down there, like he was seeing the impossible, but by the time he raised his eyes to her chest again there were more white dots. Before long those dots became spurts, a couple of streams and first and then more and more until streams of milk started pouring from Norma's titanium hard breasts. That's when Stan had jumped up and started sucking that nipple with everything he had.

Norma looked down at Stan on her tit suckling like his life depended on it. He'd worshipped her pure muscle tits earlier, but he must have gotten his second wind. That was when she noticed something white dribbling out of the sides of his mouth. She frowned and tried to gently push Stan back off of her chest, but he wouldn't take a hint. He just kept sucking and swallowing and dribbling milk down his chin and chest all the way to the floor. Norma then forcing him off and saw her own body spraying milk, hitting Stan in the face hard enough to splash even though he was arm's length away.

"Holy shit!", she exclaimed.

"So good", he murmured and maneuvered so his mouth could capture as much milk possible, although he didn't have to work hard at it. Norma's incredible pure muscle chest was shooting out enough milk from one nipple to cover his face and fill his mouth ever few seconds. He gulped it down but couldn't drink it as fast as it came so his face, shoulders, chest, and back were getting coated. Stan was so far into the realms fantasy that he no longer felt like he was on Earth. He was on whatever plane Norma had brought him to. It wasn't long before her left nipple started dribbling milk too as she continued to flex her chest harder and harder. Before long her fountain of muscle milk doubled in amount.

Now it was Norma who was overwhelmed. She'd pushed her body for years, pumping massive weights and getting her body so jacked after workouts that she couldn't go home in the clothes she'd worn to the gym, but this was taking things to another level completely. Never in a million years did Norma think that her armored slabs of girl beef could produce milk. Whatever normal tits she might have had, Norma had long ago exercised into oblivion. And yet here she was, producing more milk than a mother with a newborn. She narrowed her eyes, dug deep and flexed her pecs even harder. More milk sprayed from her hyper shredded pecs and it felt amazing. She was spraying well past Stan's head now. She leaned her back, forcing her chest up higher and sucked in a breath before flexing her chest with teeth gritting effort. She watched through her nearly closed lids as the dozen streams of muscle milk shot out and arched higher and further until her muscle milk reached the far wall, seven feet behind Stan's head. Seeing and hearing her muscle milk hit that far wall took Norma over the edge. An orgasm hit Norma like a freight train.

She rose up onto her toes, and every muscle in her body flexed into petrified hardness. Veins covered every surface of her amazing body throbbing next to the deep countless striations along her seething, fully engorged muscle fibers. Her young pussy sprayed in its own exuberance, but it was her tits that still had Stan's attention. The sight of her almost brought tears to his eye. She was pure muscle perfection. Stan stood in awe, with lust filled reverence as he watched Norma flex her muscle into another stratosphere of definition and size, all the while allowing his entire body to be covered by her copious streams of pure white milk.

Finally after three full minutes of mind blowing flex, Norma's orgasm started to abate and she dropped to her knees, splashing down into puddles of sweat and milk, but the milk flow slowed to a trickle that dribbled down her chest and ran in racing tracks down the rough striated cobbles of her abs, finally mingling with the sexy cum, still flowing from her pulsing orgasmic pussy.

She opened her eyes slowly and grinned at how much milk she'd produced, seeing it all over Stan's bedroom, the floor and the walls, the ceiling. Stan still on his knees, completely drenched like he'd jumped into a lake of muscle milk. Norma's eyes blinked faster as she thrust her hand against her sensitive little clit and came again. These were the first two times in Norma's life that her own body had made her cum. This time the milk didn't shoot out with the force and volume from before. Still, Stan got the courage to approach the flexing muscled behemoth and licked her abs, tasting her milk and her sweet sweat on top of her reality defying muscles. He worked his way up to her nipples, which were nearly as sensitive as her pus. She moaned as Stan started nursing again. Her quivers shook Stan too, but he kept at it. Norma ran her hands along her own naked body, feeling the hardness and the texture of her own amazing body. While suckling her left nipple, Stan filled his cupped hand with milk from her right then pressed it to Norma's face. For the first time she got a good taste of her own wonderful milk. She licked Stan's fingers clean then she pulled his face to hers and they kissed again.

They're lips were locked when Norma gripped her own nipples for the first time tonight, squeezing with her thumbs and index fingers. She pulled away from Stan as she bent her nipples towards her face. Stan backed off when he saw Norma's muscles began to really flex again. He could almost feel the air getting charged with her strength. Her biceps actually doubled in size as she squeezed down on her own chest with what would be bone shattering force to a normal person, but she wasn't normal. The power of her biceps could have bent plate steel, but they couldn't even dent her chest as she flexed her pecs as hard as she ever had in her life. She'd wanted some of her sweet nectar to make it to her waiting mouth, but she got a torrent that blasted against her face so hard that she had to turn away from the force. Still she filled her own mouth and gulped down her own muscle milk. 

Stan couldn't form rational thoughts by this point. He pulled the last ragged remnants of her trousers off of Norma's body and braved Norma's seething muscled thighs to plant his face between her legs, working her there like he'd worked her nipples earlier. Norma hips swayed as she pressed her sex into his face. He made sure to keep his eyes wide open as the veins and arteries started pumping up and her hip flexor muscles started to get as shredded as the rest of her body. Then she pushed him to the floor and ripped his pants off of his body with one easy pull. Stan wasn't sure how many loads Norma's muscles had already drawn out of him, but his cock was fully hard as she straddled his body and took him inside her. She was so hot and so tight that Stan shot two loads in less than a minute, but he dared not go soft. If his cock wouldn't work for six months straight it was going to keep working tonight, as long as Norma wanted it to.

He worshipped her body again, slower this time, from head to toe, but ended up at her pecs. They were miraculous, scorching hot mounds of striated to the bone muscle. Her cleavage was deeper than his hand was wide, but so hard that he couldn't have fit his hand between her tits if he tried. She wasn't even flexing and yet the veins were so thick that he spent nearly a minute just trying to move them beneath her skin. Then there was the milk… still dribbling out from her nipples every few seconds, even as Norma caught her breath and allowed her body to worshipped.

Stan wondered if he'd ever see anything like this for the rest of his life, even from Norma. She'd flexed herself onto another plane of existence to get her tits to produce milk. She'd gone out of her mind, pushing her muscles and shattering the barriers inside of herself. While her body was still that hyper shredded masterpiece, her mind was back here in the real world again. He wondered if anybody, even a woman who'd spent years training her body to make herself what she'd become, could get to that special place and do something impossible ever again.

She smiled up at him and his heart fluttered. She was tired now. He could see it on her face even if her body looked ready to stand in front of a charging rhino. She rubbed his cheek then sat forward, that simple act making her abdominal wall ripple and bulge before she kissed Stan. "You want more don't you?", she said and Stan's cock instantly got hard again, painfully hard. He opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out. "Yeah, I want more too. I don't think these muscles are finished yet." She held up her arms and flexed her biceps bigger than any woman he'd ever seen in person or in pictures. It was just a casual flex. She wasn't even straining. Then she put her hands on hips and spread her lats, her big dense meaty wings unfurled, making her waist look impossibly tiny. Then she laughed and got to her knees. "I know what you want", she said and started bouncing her massive pectorals up and down, in and out, before shooting them into a hard flex that didn't stop. He watched her eyelids twitch and her lips quiver as the pain and fatigue and effort fought against her. Hell the laws of nature were fighting against her, but she pushed through all of that and the streams of milk returned, ramping up and up and up until her nipples were spray out enough to satisfy a cow. The pain and the pleasure and the warmth of it all pushed Norma towards another orgasm, but Stan wasn't going to let her have that one alone. He worked his way beneath her and entered her once again. They came together for the first time. Stan pulled out and watched Norma body writhe and flex in the throes of passion.

Finally when it was over, Stan fell asleep, utterly exhausted. He woke up just as Norma was tucking the change of shirt she'd brought into the fresh pants she had on. Stan had no idea how long he'd been out of it, but Norma had not only showered, but she'd cleaned his living quarters so that there wasn't a single trace of their fun evening together. Even the milk was gone. He had no idea how she'd gotten it all up, but she had. The whole room smelled like something called Spring Sunshine. Norma looked as radiant as the sun as she turned to Stan. "Have fun?"

"There aren't words for what happened here tonight", he told Norma and he slowly managed to roll to his side. He was extremely sore, but he couldn't stop smiling. She smiled back at him as she picked up satchel, which was now empty, since her other clothes were in the trash.

"I hope I wasn't too rough. Like I said I was horny."

"You were beyond perfect. You've ruined every other woman in the world for me now", he said with a chuckle.

"You aren't getting clingy are you?", she asked with a quick frown.

Stan shook his head. "No! No way. You said no strings attached, and that's probably for the best."

"Good. Who knows? I might get horny again soon", she teased with a sly smile. Stan just smiled back while looking at her body. Her pump was gone and her body had gone back to what was normal for her super muscular body. "Well, I guess we'll see each other in the morning."

"Yeah", Stan said and sat up with a grimace of effort. "I promise I won't act weird."

"That'll be best for both of us. Oh and to bribe you, I left you a little gift in the fridge." She walked out before Stan could ask her a question.

He carefully got out of bed and trudged towards the kitchenette, spotting a box on the counter that had once held a dozen mason jars that Norma had mailed to herself from home a few weeks ago. He wondered if she'd made him some preserves or something then he opened the refrigerator and dropped to his knees. This was better than any present he'd ever gotten. Neatly arranged on the top shelf were twelve pints of Norma's muscle milk. His hands were shaking as he reached in there and pulled off the note she'd taped to the jar in the front.

"I loved our night together. You helped me take my body to places it had never been before. So these are for you. XOXOXO, Norma"

Stan read the note again before snatching out a mason jar, unscrewing the top and chugging more the best tasting milk he'd ever had.

to be continued...

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