MAD MEN, STRONGER WOMAN  Part 1 
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Phil snuffed out his last cigarette in the tray and blew the smoke out slowly
as he read the latest figures from the Houston office. Things were looking up
down there, and that was always good, but Phil being out of squares was a bad
thing. He pushed the button on his intercom and leaned close to the mic.
"Sabrina, could you come in please", he asked in the tone that the whole
office knew well.

The door opened and his normally perky secretary came in quickly, looking like
the very definition of a modern 60s woman. Her golden blonde hair was curled
behind her ears with bangs in the front almost reaching her perfectly arched
eyebrows. The pastel blue of her dress brought out the blue of her eyes and
the glossy pink of her lipstick usually shined like gems when she smiled, but
right now the look on Sabrina's face wasn't a smile. It was more like a
grimace. It worked in her favor that Phil couldn't tell the difference, or at
least didn't care.

"Sweetie, could you get me a new pack from the machine on the first floor?",
he asked, but it wasn't really a request.

"Yes of course, sir", Sabrina said and hurried to her desk to get some change
from the petty cash box. She was just glad a fresh pack of cigarettes was all
that he wanted. She returned in a few minutes with her cheeks a little rosy
from hurrying back and forth from the elevator. She gave a soft knock then
entered.

"Bring them over here", he said in an offhand manner while glancing down at
the papers on his desk. Sabrina came over with quick short steps, like she was
going through a mine field. Phil didn't so much as look up until she came
within arm's length. His hand flashed out and he wrapped his fingers around
Sabrina's arm. With a quick pull he dragged her close. Her hip hit the desk
hard. She yelped and ended up sitting on Phil's lap. "I didn't hurt you did I
sweetheart?", he asked then chuckled. He took the pack of cigarettes from her
hand then rubbed his against the swell of her breasts. They rose and fell as
she began to pant. She felt his cock getting hard under her and squirmed. He
ran his hand down her sides, outlining the shape of her body before laughing
and giving her a little push.

"Blowing off a little steam", Phil explained then gave her a little swat on
her backside. "Why don't you go on home. Let that new girl, what's her name,
Pam? Yes, let her pick up the slack."

"Thanks sir", Sabrina said then left the office. She took a stack of papers
and dropped them on Pam's desk. The buxom redhead looked up with some surprise
on her hauntingly beautiful face. "Phil needs these organized", Sabrina
explained.

"I'll take care of it", Pam replied without any more hesitation. "Are you
okay?"

Sabrina opened her mouth but stopped short. "I'll be okay", she said finally.

An hour later long after business hours, Phil wanted to see just how this new
hire was doing. She was so beautiful and so mysterious. She had smooth
alabaster skin, an amazingly curvy body with huge tits that she always kept
covered up. Unlike the other girls, who wanted to look beautiful, Pam hadn't
seemed to have gotten the memo. She always wore too many clothes. He called
her on the intercom and she came in wearing a stylish enough black dress. The
only problem was that the hemline stopped just above her ankles. It had long
puffy sleeves, but at least it had a small window that showed off some of her
terrific cleavage. She stood a respectful distance from the front of her boss'
fancy desk with her hands clasped together, forcing her already bountiful
breasts to practically spill out through that little boob window.

Phil eyes widened a little even if his serious expression didn't change. He
realized right then that he'd been wrong. The other girls had to show a little
skin to seem a little sexy, but this Pam, she oozed it from her pores. Just
standing there she was sexier than any woman Phil had ever laid eyes on. Her
pull wasn't magnetic. It was slower than that, more subtle. Eyes just
eventually turned in her direction no matter who else or what else was in the
room, and then lust would begin to grow. It was inevitable. He lost his train
of thought. Her voluptuous body was all his mind could picture. His eyes
didn't even want to blink. He forced them to then kept them closed for an
extra moment giving his mind time to retake control.

"How are things coming along with the paperwork?", he asked as if she was a
robot, not a human.

"It's not too bad, sir", she said in that dusky voice of hers. "Just have to
be careful to dot all i's and cross all the t's."

"Yes it can get daunting. Bring me the first stack so I can verify them. The
sooner we finish, the sooner both of us can go home. So, Pam, where is home?"

She smiled and Phil had to will his heart to keep beating. "I'm new to the
city. I found a place in Brooklyn, but I've been thinking of moving to
Manhattan ... if I can find a place that I can afford."

Phil nodded. So there's not a mister?"

Pam gave a chuckle. "Oh no. I had a serious boyfriend back in Knoxville, but I
he didn't want to move to the city, so I'm here alone."

"The big city can be a scary place", Phil said and looked up at her to gauge
her reactions but instead got captured by her emerald eyes like a fly in
honey.

"I'm a big girl", she replied then turned away, releasing Phil as surely as if
she'd been holding him in her hands. "Let me go get the files I have already
finished." Her pull wasn't entirely gone however. Phil stared at Pam's ass and
hips with single minded focus as she walked out of his office. Her backside
was probably the only thing in the entire world that could contend with her
front. He knew then what he was going to do.

Pam didn't see anything different when she came back into the office. Phil was
still behind his fancy desk waiting. She realized that he probably saw the
apprehension on her face. She was nervous about the job she'd done. She was
fairly new. What she didn't know was that Phil had been misreading her
expressions the entire time. Pam came around the right side of the desk, just
as Sabrina had done. She stopped suddenly and nearly dropped the top most
files. A wicked smile spread across Phil's thin lips. Pam's expression was one
of complete shock. Phil's trousers were unfastened. He sat there with his
manhood exposed.

"Look who's come to play", he teased. Pam stood frozen and trembling. "Come on
don't pretend like you haven't wanted to do this all along. Come on over
here", he cooed. Pam just clutched the files to her chest which made her
amazing bosom expand. "Don't be a tease. Come on", tried again.

"S ... sir I'm sorry, but I didn't ... I mean I wasn't. I'll just put these
folders on your desk", Pam stammered then took a shaky step backwards.

"I said COME OVER HERE!!!", he yelled and snatched Pam towards him. Papers
went flying, but he didn't seem to care. Pam lost her balance. Phil couldn't
have planned it better, her right hand landing on this crotch and her
expansive bosom padding her fall by landing against his face. She struggled
and her tits hit against his head like punches from big heavy feather pillows.

"Sir, what are you doing!?!", Pam cried out. "Let me go!"

Phil buried his face in the center of her cleavage. She might as well have
been screaming in the wilderness for all the attention he was paying her. Her
body was intoxicating and Phil was most certainly drunk. While pressing his
face against her chest realized, with a raised eyebrow, that despite her huge
breasts, she wasn't wearing a bra. It would have gotten in the way anyhow.
"Wonderful", he breathed then buried his face into the soft flesh of her tits
again. He wanted to keep at it, but she kept trying to pull away.

"Sir! Let me go! This isn't funny!!!"

"No, you're funny", Phil said and grabbed a handful of Pam's luscious ass.
"Stop playing around and touch it before I get angry."

"This isn't right", Pam yelled, her face turning crimson. "I won't!"

The backhand across her pretty face was quick and sharp. "Naive little bitch!
You started all this, got my blood up. Now you are going to have to finish it
or ... well you're a pretty girl in the big city. All sorts of bad things
might happen, and the next guy won't be nice like me. Now go ahead and touch
it."

Pam looked towards the door then to Phil's face and then finally down to his
lap. She extended her hand slowly, but finally did as she was told. Phil
moaned. "That's a good girl", he said as she started stroking his cock faster,
getting it good and hard. "And when you're all finished don't feel dirty. I'm
gonna take good care of you."

The fear evaporated from Pam's face and she looked her boss directly in the
eyes. "I told you, sir. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

Phil's mouth opened in a silent scream when Pam's fingers tightened around his
cock like a vice. "What ... what the hell are you doing!", he managed and
pushed her away. Pam's hand only tightened more. His cock felt ready to
explode like a piece of overripe fruit. "Let me go!", he screamed and pushed
at Pam then punched at her. He grabbed at her clothes and finally got a
handful of her luscious red hair. He pulled her head towards his desk hard and
she just managed to twist out of his grip. He snatched at her even as she was
letting go of his prick, grabbing a handful of sleeve, ripping it almost all
the way off until it dangled by her wrist.

"My word!", he uttered when he saw Pam's heavily muscled arm. Then he saw her
smile, but this wasn't the sweet, sexy one from before. This was the one of
dominance. She reached across her body and pulled the other sleeve off, taking
half the dress along with it. Pam's body was slowly revealed as she peeled off
her dress. Phil stood up from his desk, but didn't run, not that it would have
done him any good if he'd tried. He stood staring at Pam.

One of her massive boobs jiggled as it was freed from the dress and then the
other. They were utterly perfect, defying gravity and now he saw why she
didn't always where a bra. The muscles on her chest were thick and strong.
More muscles danced in her shoulders and the backs of her arms as she pushed
the dress down past her stomach. Thick bricks of muscle flexed and shifted
there too. The taper of her waist into the swelling of her hips was as
intoxicating as before, but he saw the cuts and definition there now. She
wasn't wearing panties either. A neatly groomed patch of strawberry colored
hair kept Phil's eyes for only the moment it took to reveal her legs. They
were thick and shapely with sweeping shapes and contours from her hips to her
ankles. Everything about her was so deceptive. What had looked like the soft
shapes of a voluptuous woman were really created with hard, etched female
muscle.

She raised her arms over her head and rotated her shoulders then twisted at
the waist, making her already buff muscles grow and harden. "Trying to look
normal is so restrictive", she complained and started flexing her mighty
muscles, letting the blood flow. Suddenly she cranked her arms down hard and
flexed her upper body like a beast. Her abs and pecs and lats burst outward as
she cast off the last remnants of her disguise. Even though her muscles had
grown, her tits hadn't diminished. If anything they'd grown even bigger. Her
nipples were aimed at Phil's face like homing missiles.

"You like my breasts, everybody does", she bragged and pulled the bobby pin
from her hair, letting it fall across her shoulders. "But I think you're a leg
sort of guy", she said and raised her leg high before putting her toes on his
desk flexing her calves while her whole leg wagged side to side. Her thick
quad swayed like a flag in a wind storm. Then she set her teeth on edge,
pressed down on his desk and flexed as hard as she could. The desk groaned
under its new load. All four muscle heads bulged with separation and hardness.
She grunted and bore down even harder, pointing her toes so hard that the desk
began to tip. Her calves were huge and getting bigger. All of her leg muscles
looked like they were fighting with her skin to burst out.

"That is soooo much better", Pam purred then stepped towards Phil who was now
the one in shock. "Oh yeah you like my legs alright", she said then pointed as
his cock. It stood out hard and ready despite the bruising. "You like being in
control though. You think because you're my boss that somehow gives you claim
over my body. Well now your body's mine."

Phil tried to run and fasten his pants at the same time, but his raging
erection made it almost impossible. Pam jumped in front of him and wrapped her
arms around his torso. The head of his cock banged painfully against the rough
crags of her abdominals. Her thick arms flexed and squeezed until Phil's face
was purple and blue before she tossed him down to the floor. She stood over
him, her pussy getting moist with anticipation. She sat on his upper chest
then slid forward until the hairs of her strawberry bush tickled his nose.
That didn't last long. She rocked back and forth, her huge breasts swinging
and her abs tightening and relaxing with hypnotic rhythm. She reached down
between her massive thighs to her pussy and spread the lips. "Oh yeah! She's
can't be restrained either", Pam declared then slid forward, smothering Phil's
face with her open waiting pussy.

She rolled her hips, forcing his face firmly against her cunt. Her ass went
from dimpled globes to striated knots of pure muscle moment to moment. Her
lats and pecs took turns flexing and bulging as she fucked her boss' face.
Sweat dotted her forehead and her head shook from side to side. She picked up
the pace. Garbled sounds came from Phil as Pam brought herself close. She
leaned forward, putting her hands against the floor her pussy spread more and
more across Phil's face until it seemed like it wanted to swallow his head
whole. He was smothering in her wet pussy while his own cock was hard and
twitching. Pam growled like some beast as she hunched her back and rolled her
hips fast and faster. Her huge tits bobbed now and her back was so wide that
Phil couldn't see the ceiling any more. Her orgasm hit hard. Her thighs flexed
bigger than Phil's whole head as she squeezed it. Phil had thought that he
might die from lack of air, but now he felt like he might drown from Pam's
thick, unrelenting juices. Just when he thought he might pass out, Pam rolled
over breathing heavily and wiping some sweat from her brow.

"That was enjoyable, sir", she began then looked back to Phil, whose cock was
still rock hard. That made her frown and shift onto her side. She worked her
right leg under Phil's prone back then snapped her left leg across his stomach
and squeezed. Phil's body arched and his mouth opened to scream, but no sound
would come out. "You liked to look at my legs. You liked to look at my ass
too, well see if you like how they feel!" Her quads exploded and her glutes
imploded again. Her abs set like cooling lava flows, and even her massive tits
had obey the muscles beneath. Phil entire torso was compressed, getting
smaller and smaller. His cock was still hard despite his boiling insides. His
eyes were bloodshot and his face was a mask of agony and lust. He'd never had
a woman try and stand up to him, and never in a million years did he ever
think that there'd be a woman who could so utterly dominate him.

"Feel my legs. Come on FEEL THEM!", she screamed and Phil put a shaking hand
on one of her marble hard calves. The smooth skin and the seething muscle
beneath conspired against Phil. Even with revulsion churning up inside him,
Phil's body went stiff and his cock erupted.

"That's a boy!", Pam cheered as her boss' cock shot onto her surging quads.
Even after his cock ran dry, it kept gyrating. Pam howled with laughter then
unhooked her ankles allowing her boss to breathe. She stood up, covering Phil
with her massive shadow while she contemplated her next move. She was deep in
thought when she looked down to notice that Phil's cock was once again nearing
a full erection. She laughed again and sank down to her knees. "You don't
deserve this", she told Phil then swung her right leg over his body. "But I
want to have some fun." Her pussy was very hungry, and Phil's cock was about
to become its meal.

Frank took a sip of coffee then set his cup at the edge at the table, a
wordless message to the waitress who knew her tip depended on prompt service.
Frank wasn't a hard guy to wait on, but he liked things just so. He exhaled
through his nose, and reached to his inside pocket for his Camels, but took a
sip from his refilled mug instead. Phil should have made it to the restaurant
an hour ago. He'd promised to have those figures finished and organized last
night. The two business partners were supposed to meet here, at their favorite
restaurant, in the same booth where they'd founded their company. Phil wasn't
the type of guy who came to meetings late, and Frank wasn't the kind of guy
who sat on his hands waiting for something to happen. He pulled a five dollar
bill from his money clip and set it on the table next to the empty mug. He
could never remember that waitress' name, but she'd enjoy the tip just the
same.

Frank walked out to the side-walk then down the block. When he'd been a
younger man it had been his dream to have an office in the financial district,
and now he and Phil had a twentieth floor office around the corner from 40
Wall Street. He took the elevator up to and greeted a few other business men
in the hall before he opened the door to his office suite. It was empty this
Saturday morning. He started to remove his jacket when he heard some keys in
the lock thinking it might be Frank, but when the door opened, he saw Sabrina.

"Oh, sorry sir. I just came back to finish up a few things."

"Dedication", Frank said then nodded. "That sort of thing will get you far.
Have you seen Phil?"

"Not today, sir. He let me leave a little early last night. He said to let Pam
finish organizing the papers." She glanced over at the two neat stacks of
folders on Pam desk then back to Phil. "It looks like she finished."

Frank walked down the hall towards his office. The double door that led to his
office was a concession for Phil's office having a better view. Frank tossed
his coat on the sofa and glanced at the phone on his desk before turning away
and pouring himself two fingers of scotch. He picked up the receiver and
sighed before dialling the number to Phil's house. "Hey Beth is Phil home? Oh,
so he didn't come home from the office last night. I'll let you know when he
turns up."

Frank hung up the phone and rolled his eyes. He could hear the pool boy in the
background as Beth had tried to pretend as if she gave a damn where her
husband had been last night. Frank didn't claim that his marriage was the best
one in the world, but it functioned for him, for his wife, and for their kids.
Frank also didn't think that he was better than Phil, but at least he hadn't
let himself get to a point where he chased skirts at work. Frank took a sip
and shook his head. He'd known from the start that the new girl Pam would be a
problem. He'd even asked Phil about it before they'd hired her. Phil assured
him that the buxom redhead wasn't his type. Frank raised his tumbler, but
nearly dropped it when he heard Sabrina scream. He rushed into the hall where
Sabrina stood frozen.

"What is it, darling?", he asked with real concern in his voice then looked
where Sabrina was looking. Instead of crying out Frank smirked.

His business partner hadn't left his office after all. Phil was strung up by
skeins of his own ripped clothing that had been tied together to form ropes.
He was stark naked with his socks stuffed in his mouth. There was a piece of
paper covering his genitals that read, "Keep your hands to yourself." The
shame on Phil's face was enough to cloud the sky. Frank turned away before he
laughed out right. "Sabrina, could you get me a knife or a pair of scissors?"

"Of course, sir", she said and ran towards her desk. Frank was going to cut
his old buddy down and figure out a way to cover this incident up, even if the
randy jerk did have something like this coming.

Pam was in her apartment when there was a knock at her door. She tied closed
her robe and hurried over, thinking it was the elderly lady who lived down the
hall, but when she pulled open the door she saw Frank standing there in his
three piece suit, trilby hat and cashmere overcoat. "Sir, what are you doing
here?", she quickly asked.

"May I come in?", Frank asked politely.

"Sure. I'm sorry for the mess, sir", Pam said and stepped back to allow him to
walk in. For the first time in a while she was aware of the fact that she
hadn't fully unpacked yet. Frank doffed his hat and glanced around a bit. He
looked Pam up and down too from her flaming hair which was pulled back into a
bun, to her ethereal face and her shining green eyes to the shape of her curvy
figure, but his eyes settled on her face. His wasn't the stare of a lustful
man. Frank's gaze shattered all of Pam's defenses like he was the headmaster
and she was a student who'd done something wrong. "I won't be long, but I
thought I should take a trip up here. You know Pam, it didn't take a detective
to figure out who'd done what to my partner Phil."

"Sir, let me explain ... " Frank held up his hand.

"No need. He's an ass. Pardon my language, but he's my friend despite his
failings."

"Am I going to get in trouble with the law?"

Frank snickered. "Phil's not going to go to the cops. But you knew that
already. What would he tell them? My receptionist made a fool of me. No, I
don't think the police will be knocking on your door any time soon. Having
said that, I don't think it's a good idea for you to come back to work for
us." He reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope and sat it on the
table. "There's three month's wages in there. That should hold you until you
find employment. I thought you were a very good receptionist. It was only
going to be a matter of time until you got a promotion."

"To Sabrina's job?"

"That's right. Me and Phil aren't getting any younger. We've got an entirely
new position dreamed up for her, but she's got to wait until I find someone to
take over her current duties, but that's no concern of yours now."

"What about Sabrina? She was so shaken yesterday."

"It's my job to deal with situations like that ... it always has been", Frank
added and pulled open the door. "Have a good day", he said then closed the
door behind him.

'Now that's a man', Pam thought as she grabbed up the envelope and sat down to
count it. If all guys were like Frank she'd be a happy woman, but so many were
either like Phil or wished they could be.

Pam had sulked for nearly a month after being fired for the first time in her
life, barely leaving her apartment. She'd talked to her mother on the phone
but hadn't mentioned anything about what had happened. She didn't want her
mother to know that once again she'd used her unnatural strength to humiliate
a man, only this guy hadn't asked for it. Even though Phil had only gotten a
taste of what she could do, her urges had still gotten the best of her again.
Pam was determined to make her big city experiment work, so she left the
skyscrapers of Manhattan behind when she got hired by a kindly old retiring
factory owner named Owen Burnette to be his son's private secretary. Her first
day on the job was going to be their introduction.

"But Father", Roderick Burnette complained with a whine. "You said you were
going to hire a new secretary for me ... a pretty one."

Owen looked down at his son. "Did you see the same woman I saw? She has a
figure that only Titian could paint on his best day."

"She's a cow father! With those ridiculous breasts and those hips and
everything. I bet she's got ten kids." Owen looked confused so his son
continued. "I want a woman who takes her body as seriously as I do. Her face
is pretty enough I suppose, but that doesn't make up for the fact that she's
so big."

Owen shook his head. He couldn't understand what sort of sickness had infected
his son. Owen had been so stricken by Pam during their first meeting that his
old heart had skipped a beat. His cock had stiffened harder than oak while Pam
had stood on the other side of his desk, and before that morning he hadn't had
a decent erection in a decade. Everything about her screamed sex. It was like
she could effortless control his lust, raising it to a boiling point with a
look from her green eyes or a shifting of her bosom. Owen couldn't understand
his son, and decided that he wasn't going to try. "Look son, she's your new
secretary. She has the skills and others will like her even if you don't. And
remember I'm giving you operational control of the business, but I'm still
chairman of the board and majority stock holder. Start undoing my decisions
and your stint as CEO might be a very short one. Now put on a good face, I'm
calling her in."

Pam hadn't heard a word of their conversation and walked in with a smile on
her pretty face. She saw Owen and then his son, who looked so short that
wondered if the office floor was uneven, but when he approached she realized
that no he really was that short. Pam was a little taller than average and she
was only wearing two inch heels, but she towered over her new boss. To make
matters worse, he was so thin that she also dwarfed his size. "Pleasure to
finally meet you", Roderick lied and held out his hand.

"Pleasure's mine", Pam replied and held out her hand. Roderick smirked a
little and gave her hand a very firm shake which caused Pam's smile to falter
a bit. Men usually treated women as if the least little thing would make women
break.

"Terrific", Owen said and started out the door. "I'll leave you two so you can
get to work." The abuse began the second Owen walked out the door.

"Never wear heels again", Roderick fumed right after Pam had sat down at her
new desk. "You look like a huge giant standing over me!"

"Sir, I'm wearing the lowest heels I own", she explained.

Roderick stepped very close to her, looking down since she was sitting in the
chair. "Are you trying to be funny?"

"No sir. Of course not."

"Then buy new shoes! If I see you in heels again I'll move your desk to the
roof next to the smoke stacks!" Pam flinched when he slammed his office door
and then made sure she scheduled herself a cab for after work so she could go
straight to the store to buy some flats.

A few days later Roderick stopped next to Pam's desk and stared for a long
time. "Do you stuff your dress to make other women jealous of your breasts?"

"No ... no sir."

"A girdle then to make your waist look smaller? Usually women with breasts
that big have an even bigger gut."

Pam blushed. She couldn't believe this conversation was taking place. "No sir.
I do not wear a girdle. I don't have to", she boasted lightly.

"So this really is your figure." He tisked and walked into his office with a
shake of his head.

Pam figured that it would be at least a few days until Roderick mentioned her
body again, but later that day he stuck his head out of his office and said,
"Could you strap those massive tits down so they don't stick out so much?"

"What?", Pam asked. "Sir I can't help ... "

"Look, try to see if they have some slimming stuff where you bought those
flats. Maybe they have some bras that'll make you look less like a wet nurse."

The next several weeks were more the same. If he wasn't commenting on her
breasts, or hips, or backside, he was telling her to bend her knees a little
when she stood up to show guests to his office because even in flats she was
too tall. Many nights he made her work late, but Pam didn't mind at all. Her
contract included unlimited overtime.

"Your body is so distracting!", he declared one evening after the factory had
closed. "How's a man supposed to run a company when he's surrounded by
something so hideous?" Despite her thick skin, Pam was insulted this time. She
wanted to throw her desk across the room, grab Roderick by his little neck and
squeeze it flat, but Roderick had other ideas. He stood in front of her,
pulled off his jacket and shirt displaying a chiselled, hairless torso where
every muscle showed prominently. He threw his head back and laughed when he
saw Pam's eyes open wide. He jumped to the top of her desk and flexed up an
apple sized bicep on his formerly skinny looking arm.

"I bet you didn't know all this was under my stylish suits. This is what a
body is supposed to look like. Fat is the enemy and your big mammaries are
just wasted flesh. And womanly curves don't matter against this!" He rotated
his hips and flexed his abs further defining his six pack. "Feel them", he
demanded and stared at Pam until she put a hand against this stomach. Then he
flexed his arm in her face. "Hard aren't they? Your body's all soft and lush",
he teased in a girlish voice. "I just call it fat!", he yelled and backed
away. "It's too bad my father couldn't find a woman who understands what real,
modern beauty is." He stopped suddenly and a smile slowly spread across his
face before he rushed back into his office.

The next day construction began, and unlike Roderick, who wasn't interested in
Pam's body, the construction workers stared at her like they were starving and
she was a steak. She was used to men looking at her, but not quite like this.
At least Roderick was leaving her alone. He was wrapped up in his construction
project that he barely handled company business. The super secret project
lasted for about a month, and after its completion Roderick spent more time in
his newly built room than he did in his office. That's when the girls started
showing up, sometimes in the morning and others well after the sun had gone
done. Most of them were dressed modestly, but Pam knew what they were there
for. All of them were quite thin and Roderick always got excited right before
they showed up. He added to his enjoyment by making Pam escort his escorts in
like they were dignitaries. Often she'd hear laughter behind the door after
Pam showed Roderick's girls in, but she was beyond caring. That was why one
evening Roderick decided to take things to a new level.

Instead of multiple girls showing up, only one came, Candi, his favorite. She
was painfully thin and barely five feet tall, if that at all, with blonde hair
curled into a bob that was all the rage. Her face was all angles and edges. It
softened slightly when she smiled at Pam who had already gotten up from behind
her desk. Pam showed Candi to the simple door that lead to Roderick's hideaway
as if Candi didn't already know the way. With that done though, Pam gathered
her things to leave, but she heard the intercom crackle behind her. "Pamela,
why don't you join us?", she heard Roderick ask. She groaned, but quickly
admitted to herself that she was a little curious about what was hidden behind
that door.

She opened the door and didn't see anything but a wall a few feet away. She
had to make a right turn and then a left turn inside a narrow unadorned
hallway. She saw brighter lights up ahead and heard the humming of motors
before she reached the end of this hall. She heard splashing water and then
laughter. She entered a big open room with polished concrete floors and
mirrors hanging all over the place even on the ceiling. Off to her right she
saw the source of the splashing. Roderick was ten feet above her head inside a
massive hot tub and lap pool. He was shirtless and Candi wore a bikini so
skimpy that Pam's cheeks flushed which caused more laughter.

"You're the one over dressed", Roderick yelled down to her.

"I brought another suit", Candi said then held up a tiny piece of blue fabric.
"I don't think it'll fit though", she reckoned with a chuckle.

"Maybe over her right tit!" They howled with laughter and Roderick pointed to
Candi. "Go ahead and show her. Show her what a woman's supposed to look like!"

Candi got out of the hot tub and stood on the platform all angles and sinew
with water splashing off of the hard edges of her body. She stared at Pam with
pity as she curled her arms up and flexed. Biceps the size of golf balls
formed on her previously bone thin arms. Veins and striations feathered across
the muscle faces. When she was sure Pam was looking at her arms, Candi
smirked, tightened her hands into fists and flexed so hard her entire body
shook. Her little biceps pulsed and the veins thickened along with her muscles
which flexed to the size of lemons and then even bigger to the size of
baseballs. Pam raised an eyebrow. Muscles that size on a tiny little body was
actually impressive, even to Pam. Her breasts weren't much to speak of, but
her pecs tightened into shredded plates of pure muscle. Fat veins spread
across her chest as she held her breath and flexed for all she was worth.
Every inch of her grew more and more shredded. Candi looked back to see the
effect she was having on Roderick. He could barely contain his lust. His eyes
locked on her knotted glutes and at the cratered landscape of her back. This
is why she was his favorite. He looked at Pam, at the wonder on her face and
knew that he shouldn't have done this to her. She was pretty in the
conventional sense. He'd seen men drool over her curves and get aroused just
seeing the outline of her breasts, but for him none of that appealed. He
needed muscle, strength, power, things that Candi had in abundance.

Candi jumped down from the platform, her skinny legs flexing hard showing deep
quad cuts as she landed. She strolled over to Pam with a strutting swagger
that made Roderick wild. Her tiny hips and even smaller waist were chocked
full of undulating muscle. She stood in front of Pam and flexed her arms right
in her face. "They're beautiful aren't they? Women aren't supposed to have
bodies like this, but this is going to be the decade when we show the men the
true power of women. They won't be able to hold us down any more! You're soft
and supple. I'm hard and in charge!", Candi yelled and flexed her arms making
her veins throb.

"You probably weigh as much as a house, but fat doesn't flex. Touch my arm you
pig!", she yelled because she knew that Roderick would love it, and he did. He
was openly pleasuring himself beneath the churning water. Pam put a slightly
shaking hand on Candi's arm and felt the hardest muscle she'd ever felt on
another woman. Despite the situation, a tingle went through her body. "One
day, men are going to worship a woman's strength and not her big fleshy tits.
I have power", Candi declared.

"I already worship it", Roderick yelled down. "Show her your strength!", he
encouraged and Candi released her flex. Pam knew that these two were trying to
humiliate her, but she felt deprived when Candi pulled her arms away. The
bikini clad woman walked over to a state of the art Nautilus machine and set
the weight to half the stack before grabbing the curl bar and hefting it to
her chest. All the muscles in her little body flexed with knobby protrusions.
She grunted as the bar rose again and again. Pam had never seen a woman get so
shredded.

"More weight!", Roderick called out. "You're stronger than that. I've seen you
lift more. Show this useless cow your strength!"

Candi set the pin to the 75% level and curled the bar again. Soft grunts
became a growl as the bar slowly began to rise, higher and higher past her
abs, but she began to labor. Her little chest heaved and her muscles began to
spasm. "You can do it", Pam spoke for the first time and Candi stared with
surprise. "Harder", she urged in a whisper. Candi lips showed a little smile.
She threw her head back and lifted the weight to her chest in one sustained
pull. Pam put her hands on Candi's arms, feeling their hardness and strength.

"Worship them!", Candi ordered through clenched teeth and Pam did. She was
becoming so lost in lust that she was beginning to get wet. She leaned forward
and kissed the peak of Candi's right bicep then licked the sweet sweat before
hanging her purse on the top of the nautilus machine and dropping to her knees
to give that tight little muscle the proper attention it deserved. Her hands
roamed Candi's tight little body feeling all the lumps and bumps and knots of
hard sinew, getting aroused by a muscle woman for the first time in her life.
Pam kissed a track down Candi's left arm across her little breasts and down
her stone hard abs to the tops of her bikini bottoms. She paused for a moment
to grab handfuls of Candi's ass before plunging her face into her crotch.

Candi gasped and pushed for hips forward causing her already shrunken glutes
to flex even harder. Pam moaned and kneaded the muscles beneath her fingers.
She extended her tongue and shoved the soaking wet bikini material into
Candi's parting pussy. The escort's legs began to shake, but not from strain.
The floor shook when Candi dropped the bar and put both her hands to back of
Pam's head and started rotating her hips slowly grinding her puss against
Pam's face. Candi's breathing quickened as Pam fucked her with her tongue,
plunging it and her bikini bottoms deeper and deeper.

Roderick had gone from completely aroused to angry as Pam replaced him as the
object of Candi's desire. His favorite escort was becoming just like all the
other mindless old timers who lusted and fawned after Pam with her hourglass
body. "Hey!", he yelled and stood up so his upper body showed above the rim of
the hot tub. He raised his arms and flexed. Candi looked back over her
shoulder and saw Roderick's biceps. They were as shredded as hers and even
harder. She loved his muscles and pulled away from Pam. "This is what you
want!", Roderick yelled and flexed his abs, producing a tight six pack. "And
don't forget how strong I am", he boasted and Candi was once again in his
clutches. She'd been around men who had bigger muscles, but they felt like
jelly compared to Roderick. He worked for hours and hours to have the hardest
muscles she'd ever felt.

She was halfway to the steps that lead up to the hot tub when she heard Pam
say, "You say you like muscles ... give these a try." Candi slowed and turned
around only to fall to her knees in open lust. Pam had taken off her dress and
neatly folded it. She stood there in a bra and panties flexing her arms to
twice the size of Roderick's. Veins pressed to the surface of her double
peaked biceps. Massive pec muscles tightened making those huge tits stand out
like they were immune to gravity. There was no motherly fat around Pam's
middle. Her midsection was packed with muscle from her obliques and serratus
muscles to her six pack abs which stood out in stark relief even though she
wasn't flexing them. Candi's eyes opened even wider when Pam put out a leg and
flexed her quads. She rose onto her toes to show that her calves were a match
to any of her other muscle groups.

Candi's body shook from instant, overwhelming arousal. Pam extended her arms
and flexed her biceps again, pumping them to levels that shamed her first
flex. Her striations matched Candi's own and the veins on Pam's arms looked
like highways rather the byways of Candi's own arms. She was totally
transfixed by Pam's green eyed gaze as the amazon pumped her arms once again,
holding this flex and gritting her teeth with effort. Completely ripped,
shredded, striated muscles jutted out of Pam's arms eclipsing the hardest flex
of Candi's life. This flex made the escort forget that Roderick even existed.
Candi folded backwards, arching her back and flexing her body as the sight of
Pam's biceps brought the muscle crazed woman to an earth shattering orgasm.
Candi's eyes opened slowly as she sat up to look at Pam again. This time the
red headed amazon smirked as she crossed her arms in front of her humongous
chest and flexed her pecs with all the might she could muster. Bra straps cut
into Pam's shoulders until her traps ballooned with muscle hard enough to
force them back to the surface, but her flex never seemed to stop. Muscle
stacked on striated muscle until the straps broke letting the bra fall down
revealing her thumb sized nipples. She wasn't done. Her lats spread wider and
wider until the entire bra fell to the ground at her feet, torn into pieces by
flexing alone. Candi looked to be on the verge of another orgasm, but Pam
stopped flexing and looked at the escort.

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