The Crush
By DTM
Pam gets a crush on her 'date'     


email me at DTM352@hotmail.com



God, I so love the stares I get when I show my body off in public.  Oh, 
don't get my wrong, I don't wear bikinis to the market or anything, just 
usual clothes for the season really.  Its just that with a body like mine, 
even your ordinary outfits look a little less so.....especially when I buy 
them 3 sizes too small.  hee hee  I cant help it, I've worked hard to make 
my body what it is, and I'm proud of what I look like now.  My name is Pam, 
and I'm a female bodybuilder.  I'm 35 and I've been at this for 4 years now. 
  Oh, don't let the age fool you, I have a body that most 17 year old girls 
would love to have....most 17 year old boys too.  I'm 5' 9" about 185lbs..  
Now don't think that's heavy for a gal now, I can assure you, I'm very well 
put together.  I can get hit on in the Vatican, by the Pope himself.  I 
don't mean to come off so egotistical and vain, I'm really not.  I'm just 
very proud of the way I look, and very pleased at the effect it has on 
others, men primarily.  Most of their reactions are positive.  They'll ask 
me to flex for them, ask if they can touch my rock hard 17" biceps (that's 
as far as I'll let a man I don't know touch me).  Some will just gawk and 
stare, unable to believe how the muscles on my body make me look.
  
Sometimes, if I like the guy, I'll give him a sexy glance, and pop my biceps 
for him.  That usually knocks them off their feet.  After that, if he's 
lucky and gets up the nerve to approach me, we'll have a night he won't soon 
forget....believe me.  I can do some amazing things with this body of mine, 
too bad my ex didn't see it that way.  He got afraid when I started getting 
stronger than him, so he threatened to get rough with me one night.  Well, 
let's just say, I got a very handsome settlement in the divorce proceedings, 
and he got some very broken bones.  It's men like my poor ex that really bug 
me.  They feel that I'm trying to compete with them in strength (not that it 
would be any competition....I'd kill them) and they get jealous, obnoxious 
and insulting.  It's these men I've learned to deal with, rather harshly, 
over the years.  I had a run in with one of these such men just last night.  
I was just out with some friends, guys and girls.  We usually go out on the 
weekends, and I can certainly be very flirtatious with men that I like.  I 
can play and tease my male friends, most have known me for years, and could 
never think of me as anything more than a friend....least, not unless I want 
them to.  I was up on the dance floor dancing very close to one of these 
male friends of mine, when another man pushed him down on the ground.  Now 
my friend is no small guy, But at 5'11" 165 lbs., hes not what you'd call 
big for a guy.  Hell, I often playfully lift him up and carry him here and 
there when we go out.  I apologize to him afterward, but I cant help it, 
he's just so light and so damn cute.  Well, this man was drunk, you could 
see that a mile away.  And after he pushed my friend down he proceeded to 
grab my wrists and start to dance with me....or at least his idea of dancing 
anyway.  He was a larger man, about 6' 3" maybe 230lbs., and I could tell 
from the way his buddies at the bar were acting, that he had done this many 
times before.  In the blink of an eye he tried to grind against me and 
practically fuck me on the dance floor.  Well, this is where I do my thing. 
I slowly escaped my hands from his pitiful grip and, at his surprise, 
started to move closer to him.  I wrapped my arms around his body and 
started whispering in his ear, "Mmmmmmm, I love the way you throw guys 
around for me" I could see his surprised look melt and turn to lust.  "I 
just love a big strong man like you.  The way you threw my friend down, 
Ohhhhhh, I love how you did that."  Just then he looked at my friend and 
noticed something odd, my friend was smiling.  Why would he be smiling, he 
must be thinking, well, he'll see soon enough.  My friend has seen what this 
body of mine can do to asshole men that deserve it,.....and this guy 
certainly fit that bill.  "Mmmmm, come here" I continued, whispering in his 
ear "Come, and get a little closer."  Just then I slowly started to squeeze 
my muscular arms around his waist.  He had no way of knowing my arms were so 
big and strong, I was not exactly wearing my tightest blouse that evening, 
and his drunken vision must have impaired him even further.  He groaned when 
his first breath was forcefully pushed from him, due to my powerfully 
constricting arms.  I love that feeling, the feeling when a man first learns 
how strong I really am.  Mmmmmm, and this guy was really going to learn.  

Now, no one else really knew what was happening, just my friend, my unlucky 
victim and myself really.  The lights and sounds of this night club left us 
almost in our own little world.  It took him a while in his intoxicated 
state to realize that he was slowly, and very controllingly, being crushed 
by a beautiful woman.  I'm sure he expected to have his way with me on the 
dance floor and then quite possibly drag me out to have his way with me.  It 
may sound far fetched, but I've heard of it happening, more times than I 
care to think about.  And this guy, with his drunken, noisy and belligerent 
friends, he fit that M O to picture perfection.  And even if he wasn't going 
to go that far, he attacked my friend, .....and no body hurts my friends.  
He eventually came around to the fact that I was crushing his body in my 
arms, as well as the fact that my body was hard as stone.....especially 
compared to him, and his big beer gut.  He started to try and pry my arms 
apart.  "uh uh big guy, I think I'm starting to get a crush on you now." I 
laughed in his face, which was starting to get a look of fear in it.  With 
all his size and strength he couldn't budge my arms an inch.  "Oh, trying 
to get free huh?  I thought you wanted to get close to me, big guy?  Trust 
me, I've squeezed bigger men than you with these amazing arms of mine, and 
they couldn't do a thing.  What hope do you have against me?" I gently 
whispered in his ear.  He then started his use his fists and hit my powerful 
shoulders and back.  HA....this guy couldn't hit harder than a 10 year old 
girl, but then again he hasn't been breathing well recently.  To keep up 
appearances, I moved him around, actually lifting him off the ground to do 
so, so we looked like we were still dancing wildly.  I looked over at his 
friends, eyeing him with approval, made me realize that my trick had worked. 
  Good, I didn't need to take on him and his friends, but I could 
have....believe me.  "My date" could feel his ribs start to bend and creak 
like old wood, I can tell from the look in his face and the way he's 
breathing that we're not too far off now.  Can you tell I've done this 
before?  hee hee  He could barely speak, and most of what came out was 
slurred and inaudible.  I then compressed my arms tighter still, as I 
taunted him and his helplessness against me.  "Do you see now how strong 
these womanly arms of mine are?  You expected to just take me by force?  
Well, I think I have all the force, all the power, in this relationship."  
Just then, I heard, or more like felt, the first of his ribs snap against my 
powerful body.  He was nearly passed out by this time, completely slumped 
over, solely being held up by my strong and heavily muscled body.  He could 
only grunt, each time a rib snapped, and there were quite a few that night.  
When I was done, I simply let his unconscious body fall to the ground, still 
unnoticed by nearly everyone else there.  I then, looked over at my friend, 
picked him up like a baby in my arms, and slowly carried him out the main 
entrance.  As more and more eyes started to gaze our way, I can do nothing 
but smile....."maybe its time we became more than friends" I cooed in his 
ear.  As I looked down at his crotch, I could see, very clearly, he agreed.

It's good to be a woman bodybuilder.  hee hee