MAD MEN, STRONGER WOMAN   Part 2 
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Lester Darby tossed and turned in his bed before awaking ahead of his alarm
clock's ring. He opened his eyes, but the images didn't leave him. He saw
flashes of her massive peaking biceps or memories of her prodigious chest
expanding like it was never going to stop. Pam's naked, straining body seemed
to float above him as he stared upward at the ceiling with unblinking eyes,
flexing like it was never going to stop. It was so big that it filled his
field of view with pulsing, striated muscle. Then he remembered the sounds of
rending steel and it made his cock leap to attention beneath the sheets. Dots
of sweat formed on his forehead as he remembered the most intense moments of
Pam's display of utter dominance. Then he felt her body against his, her
bulging muscles forcing his comparatively soft body to shift and form around
hers. Her abdominal muscles had left corresponding bruises on his body just
from the pressure of their flexing. She crushed him until his bones had been
on the verge of snapping and she twisted him until his muscles became useless
to put up even feeble resistance. Despite all of that, Lester longed to feel
her lips against his again and to feel her unyielding body again, because that
one night had been the most terrifying, best thing that had ever happened to
him.

He got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom working out the hitch in his
gate that he still had from Pam's night of pleasure. Her pussy had nearly
broken his pelvis with its strength alone, like it was trying to suck his
entire body into it. Even though his cock had been as hard as it had ever
been, it hadn't been nearly enough to satisfy Pam. He splashed some water on
his face and looked into the mirror, realizing that his whole life was
different now because he was different. She'd opened his eyes to the error of
his ways, and to muscle too. Pam was the most amazing woman he'd ever met, but
to her he was probably just a silly man who had to be taught a lesson. Now
that the lesson had been received, she probably wouldn't have any more to do
with him.

Lester drove to work in his new sports car, but he hadn't turned the other one
back in to the dealer. For now he kept it in his garage, looking at the
crushed A pillar and the peeled back roof, remembering how the steel roof had
just been an appetizer for Pam's mighty arms. He pushed all admiration for her
way down inside when he opened the door and there she was in the flesh,
sitting behind her desk with a smile on her beautiful face. "Good morning,
sir", she said as if she hadn't provided him with the most intense night of
his life.

"Morning", he replied in kind because that's obviously how she wanted things
to be. Everything was different now though. In one short night Pam had
extinguished that all consuming anger that he'd carried around most of his
adult life. That didn't mean that he'd suddenly become a pushover, far from
it, but he no longer felt the need to tear a person to pieces when they did
something wrong. He still demanded near perfection from his employees, he just
had a new way of trying to get it out of them. His new, better, nature was
about to be put to its first real test though.

Mike had accepted Lester's offer to return to the company and today was his
first day back. The whole fight was foolish looking back on it. Mike had come
in to protect Pam, but she could have easily protected herself. Lester ended
up knocking Mike out and setting in motion the demise of the old Lester Darby.

Mike smiled as Carlton reached out and held the door for him since his hands
were full. "Good to see you again", Carlton said as Mike walked past him
holding a box full of items from his office. "I didn't think I'd ever be back
here", Mike confided. "I wonder what changed Lester's mind."

"Beats me", Carlton said and turned towards his desk. Mike saw Pam's empty
desk and wondered if she might not work there anymore, but then he saw her
name plate. He gave a shrug and turned down the hall.

He'd only made it halfway when a man, who looked a lot like Lester, stepped up
and extended his hand. "Thanks for coming back", Lester said as Mike slowly
put the boxes down and shook his hand.

Mike felt like he was entering some sort of alternate reality, one where
Lester wasn't an overriding bastard. It must be real though because everyone
didn't act like they were walking on land mines when he was around any more.
They were still on eggshells, but that was a clear upgrade.

Late in the afternoon Mike was at his desk, trying to catch up on work that
hadn't been done when there was a soft knock at the door. He looked up to see
Pam standing there in one of her figure caressing dresses. Her flaming locks
were pulled to the side in a style some model was making popular these days.
Mike had always felt an attraction to Pam, but with her standing there the
attraction was like the pull of an electro-magnet. He'd barely talked to her,
and they hardly knew each other, but in that moment, every bit of him existed
only for her. She could have told him to do anything, and he'd have done it.
Instead, she smiled and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Sure", he said with a suddenly raspy voice. He cleared his throat and smiled
back.

"I missed you when you returned", she announced as she approached his desk.
"I'm glad you're back."

"It's nice to be back. Just between you and me, it's not that easy to find a
job on short notice that pays this well."

"That's the reason I wanted to come", Pam began then looked back to the hall
before approaching his desk. Mike couldn't help but inhale the wonderful scent
of her perfume. She put her hands on the top and leaned towards him. Her arms
funnelled her massive breasts forward pressing them hard against the
struggling fabric, outlining the shape clearly. "I never got a chance to thank
you for coming to my rescue when Lester was angry."

"You're welcome", he said, but his eyes never left her chest. "It was
nothing."

"Oh it was something", Pam said in a quieter voice. "You were my knight in
shining armor." Pam paused and looked over her shoulder before looking back to
Mike. "And I'll never forget it." She turned and strutted out of his office.
Mike still didn't think he deserved special attention for what he'd done, but
he'd take it. He looked off into the distance for a while after she'd walked
out, thinking back over his life and realizing with no small amount of wonder
that Pam was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and here she was
working in the same place as him.

Days passed and Mike became convinced that Lester's tirades really were a
thing of the past like he said they were. He didn't bluster any more, or
belittle employees either. All the fire hadn't gone out of him though. The
entire office heard Lester tear into a competitor who was trying to undercut a
deal and steal a client. Usually a paint blistering conversation like that
would get Lester worked up all day long, but after hanging up he'd called
Suzie in and dictated a letter to the client as if the call hadn't happened.
It really was a new Lester. Mike asked around the office for clues as to what
had happened. No one had an answer. He went from person to person trying to
sound off hand about his questions, he saved Pam for last. If she didn't have
the answer then no one would. He kept an eye on her, looking for an
opportunity to talk to her.

Mike wasn't the only one with eyes on Pam. She came to work in those
concealing dresses, but Lester knew what was underneath. Everyone else saw her
amazing curves, but he knew that they were backed by unyielding muscle. He
wished that she would come in his office and make him worship every inch of
her body. Some days it took every bit of Lester's self control to not go out
to her desk and begin worshipping her body even if every employee saw. By this
point he wouldn't have cared. One morning Pam had strolled by his open office
door, turned to look at him and smiled as she'd walked by. That momentary act
and the memory of her wonderful body had conspired to give Lester an erection
so hard that he was sure he could have fucked a hole through plate steel. He
knew his obsession with her was unhealthy, so instead of heading home to
lament his condition, he headed to a trendy night spot not far from home. The
big place was packed. He looked past the tables to the dance floor, but set
his sights on the bar. He found an empty spot and ordered a beer from the tap,
drinking it quickly in an effort to stop the swirling thoughts in his brain.

Pam observed Lester too as time went on, wondering if he was going to revert
to his old ways and become a tyrant again, but it hadn't happened yet. One day
she left work early and took the subway to Queens to look in on her old boss
Roderick. It had been easy to use the old ladders and climb to the roof and
look down on him through the skylight. She saw at once that his playground
area was gone. The workout equipment was there, but the hot tub, mirrors, and
other fun stuff were gone. She could tell from the time that she watched him
interact with his new assistant and talk on the phone that he too was a
changed man. All the little boy silliness was gone. It was right then that an
idea popped into her head. She smiled broadly then climbed down off the roof.
When she got home, she'd barely closed the door when she picked up the phone.
"Hey Mom, could you make me some more outfits? No, the old ones don't fit any
more. Yeah, I've gotten too big. No not fat!", she explained with some
exasperation. "I'll just take some vacation and come down. Yes, it'll be nice
to see y'all too."

The day that Mike was going to talk to Pam, she was gone on vacation. He knew
he'd have to wait a while longer. Lester rarely cared about work schedules,
but he looked this time to see how long Pam was going to be gone. He
immediately felt a little loss when he saw her empty desk. Even though he
firmly stuck to her rules about pretending nothing had happened that night in
his house, he looked for Pam every day. The rest of the employees missed her
sunny disposition, but for Lester it was much more than that.

He ended up at the same nightspot again. This time he decided to try something
stiffer than beer, and when the vodka had kicked in, he even made his way to
the dance floor. It wasn't that Lester could dance well, but it might be fun
to blow off a little steam in a way that didn't evolve punching employees in
the face. He was handsome enough for some girls to notice even if he was a bit
older than most of the other guys on the dance floor. He traded a couple of
dance partners with a couple of other guys and they joined into a loose group.
Lester's jacket came off by the second song and by the fourth his alcohol buzz
was wearing off. He didn't have to make his way to the bar though. This place
had roving waitresses. Lester motioned one over. She was a short little wisp
of a girl, barely 5' 2" tall, and thin like a fence picket. Her face was all
angles but attractive nonetheless. "Six shots of vodka for me and my friends
here", Lester began then thought better of it. "Bring me a bottle instead ...
something good and six glasses."

"Right away, sir", the waitress said then turned towards the bar. She barely
made it ten feet before a group of hotshot Wall Street traders stopped her and
started giving her an order. Lester felt his blood begin to heat up. He'd been
like them once, young, just out of college with more money than their parents.
In fifteen years they'd get to where he was in life. Right then all he wanted
was his vodka, but these idiots were holding up the show. He was about to go
over to them when the waitress smiled, nodded her head at them and continued
on her way. Another song started up and Lester didn't think about the delay in
his vodka. He was totally into the girl dancing in front of him until out of
the corner of his eye he saw a serving tray being held at about his eye level
that was completely covered with bottles and glasses. That tray had to weigh a
more than fifty pounds with all the full bottles sitting on top of it. Lester
expected to see a big masculine hand coming, but instead he saw dainty little
fingers bent a little under the strain of holding up all that weight with just
the tips of those fingers. She was too short to see from behind the crowd on
the dance floor, but then the waitress appeared holding up all of that booze,
wine, and glasses as if it was nothing at all. She breezed between dancers
with well practiced ease as she approached the Wall Street guys. Lester
thought she was going to stop there to unload the bulk of her tray, but she
continued right past them to he and his group.

"Sorry for the delay, sir", she said when she standing right in front of him,
but Lester couldn't reply. His eyes left her face and travelled down to the
arm that was so effortlessly supporting that loaded tray. Her shoulder looked
like it belonged on a person more than twice her size. It bulged beneath the
black material of her uniform blouse. He could even make out the muscular
fingers that made up the block of muscle. Then he saw her bicep practically
leaping through the sleeve. It was so out of place on this rail thin waitress,
bulbous and rock solid at the same time. He might have stood there and stared
at that bicep for an hour if one of his group hadn't shouted, "Oh the vodka's
here!"

Lester snapped back to himself and reached into his pocket and pulled out a
20. "The rest is yours", he told her in an offhand manner and took the bottle
from the tray, lightening her load just slightly.

"Thanks", she said and smiled before turning to the more rowdy Wall Street
crowd. The group downed their bottle of vodka and ordered another. This time
though there was a different waitress. That didn't matter because she'd
already given Lester all he needed for that night. His cock was like a diamond
hard missile. He took that girl he'd been dancing with back to his house on
the Upper East Side and screwed her like she'd never been screwed before. The
entire time he'd imagined the flexing mound under that waitress' sleeve while
trying to channel just a little of the vigor that Pam had displayed.

Lester was too dedicated a businessman to go out every night like some college
kid, but he made it to a club or lounge about two or three times a week
depending on how busy he was. It was like some long dormant part of his mind
had awakened. He wasn't a playboy who took girls home every time he went out,
but he was making some waves on the scene. It wasn't long before he saw other
businessmen his age out enjoying themselves. He got invited to swanky private
parties all over town, and people always remarked that they'd thought that he
was a button down workaholic. They said that if they'd known how fun he was
that they'd have invited him ages ago. Lester never told them that they were
seeing the new him. The old him had been a miserable ass, no fun to be around
at all. He also didn't tell them that this new him was all because one night
he'd been attacked and assaulted by a muscular angel.

After a long time thinking about it Mike went up to Pam. She'd finished typing
something and was grabbing her jacket for a trip out for lunch when he
approached. "Hey", he said and she looked up at him eyes like polished jade.
It made his mind momentarily slip track, but he recovered quickly. "There's
this place down by the Battery that I heard is terrific. Would you like to
join me? My treat."

Pam was caught off guard, and she wondered if it showed on her face. It
didn't. "Sure", she said simply and the two of them walked out together.
Lester saw the short exchange from his office and didn't know how to feel. Pam
was his ultimate woman, and now some other guy was about to find out what he
already knew. Hopefully it would turn out better for Mike than it had for him.

Mike's first lunch date with Pam had been a success. She was way more than a
pretty face, witty, smart, surprisingly combative and insightful too. She was
easy going but the more he talked to her the more he found a hard edge to Pam
that kept him on his toes. She made him forget to ask a single question about
Lester. That lunch became a dinner date the next night. It was wonderful, and
the both decided to try it again. Mike walked Pam to her apartment after a
great night out. She was just standing there and they were talking when he
thought to himself 'what the hell', and he kissed her. She didn't pull away,
instead pressed her lips against his with passionate fervour. She must have
wanted this as much as he did. He pulled away suddenly though, looking down at
Pam's flushed face, puckered lips and half closed eyes knowing that she'd have
kept going if he hadn't stopped. It was perfect. He shoved his hands into his
pockets and started down the hall. "I'll see you", he called as he made it to
the stairs.

Pam's smile kept getting bigger. "That bastard", she chuckled and opened the
door.

Mike wasn't bold enough to call he and Pam an item, but they were spending a
lot of time together. She told him that instead of going out, she was going to
cook him a real Southern meal. Mike was astounded that this wonderful woman
could also cook, but she could. They were sitting across from each other at
Mike's little kitchen table when he finally got around to asking Pam about
Lester.

"It was you wasn't it", Mike asked after finishing off another of Pam's
biscuits.

"What was me?"

"I don't know how you did it, but I just know that you're the one who changed
Lester", Mike said like a detective figuring out a clue.

Pam just chuckled. "I never said I wasn't."

"So you're admitting to it?", he asked smiling.

"Of course I will", Pam said like it was nothing at all. "You're just the
first one to ever ask me. Now we both know what you're next question is going
to be."

"How?", Mike asked, leaning in and getting more intrigued.

Pam's smile was a little different this time, less sweet and more dangerous.
"I showed Lester how horrible he made other people feel, then I took it up
about ten notches, and then I had a little fun for myself", she replied like
she was giving the recipe to those wonderful biscuits.

"I don't understand", Mike began with a frown. "How'd you do all that?"

Pam stood up held her hand out for Mike to join her. She walked with him
towards the living room. She kissed him before the two of them sat down on the
couch. In an instant they were all over each other.

"So", Mike managed between deep kisses. "How did you do all that stuff to
Lester?"

"Because I'm strong Mike, incredibly strong. And I have a body like he'd never
seen." She saw the look on Mike's face and pulled away. He had her hot too so
she took a moment to gather herself before she stood up. "I hope you're not
easily overwhelmed because I can be a lot to handle at first sight", she
warned and began unfastening her dress. She pulled it down off of her broad
shoulders and immediately Mike saw the changing shapes of her working deltoids
and a frown came to his face. She held the dress against her chest with her
right arm while pulling her left arm out. This time Mike gasped. He'd never
seen an arm so defined, and she wasn't flexing it at all. She switched hands
to keep her dress demurely against her chest and freed her right arm from its
prison. It was as awesomely muscled as the other. She rolled her shoulders
forward and backwards causing the trapezius muscles to rise and spread. Her
entire upper body seemed to unfurl like a flag in the breeze after coming out
of the dress.

"Oh, that is so much better. I hate keeping myself all cooped up", Pam said
after a deep breath then looked at Mike who sat stunned. She stepped closer,
leaning down and letting her dress fall a bit so the tops of her breasts
showed. Mike's mouth had suddenly gone dry. He noticed for the first time that
Pam wasn't wearing a bra. How in the world could breasts so large stay so
perfectly shaped on their own? Then he noticed that just like her arms, her
chest was packed with muscle too, so much muscle that they held her breast
with gravity defying perfection. She hadn't shown the goods though. She was
letting Mike stew for a while.

"Nothing to say?", she teased. "Maybe you want to see a little more." Instead
of pulling her arm from across her chest, she pulled up the hem of her dress,
revealing calves the likes of which Mike had never seen. He'd thought that his
heart was racing before, but now it speeding out of control, and all he was
seeing was her shoulders and lower legs. She turned and began pulling down her
dress, swaying her body from side to side as she peeled it off, revealing her
broad back tapering and tapering and tapering down to her small waist before
she had to push a bit causing her triceps to flex, just a little, as the dress
stretched to go over her hips. The smooth skin of her back churned like choppy
seas as the muscles beneath came alive. From the small of her back to the base
of her neck an intricate landscape formed as her hips continued to move side
to side. She let the dress fall around her high heels and stood there for a
moment. She looked back over her shoulder, thick oblique muscles and
abdominals crunching as she did so. She smiled, somewhat coyly at Mike's
astonished face. He looked like he couldn't think, like he couldn't react at
all to what he was seeing. His brain was completely overloaded. Pam's coy
smile turned slightly devilish as she decided to turn up the heat. She opened
her arms and revealed her naked body to Mike then glanced at his crotch,
expecting to see the same tenting that she saw with every other guy. The
curiosity showed on her face then she grabbed her massive tits and smashed
them together making mile deep cleavage. Mike let out a little groan and she
hadn't even touched him. She extended her tongue and wet her hardening
nipples. Mike's eyes darted every which way as he witnessed the best show of
his entire life. Every inch of her was stuffed with big luscious iron hard
muscle, all with that intoxicating shape, and those tits. Mike had never felt
a sensation like he was experiencing.

Pam was still confused though as she squeezed her breast harder, making her
biceps flex just a little bit. Mike still didn't seem to have an erection,
then she looked a little further down and this time her eyes grew large.
Something was trying to leverage itself inside of Mike's right pant leg and
instantly Pam's might pussy began to leak like a broken faucet. She stepped
closer and the leviathan inside Mike's pants stirred. Pam licked her lips and
decided to see if this was real of if her mind was playing tricks. She stepped
up to Mike, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off of her mighty
body, then she leaned closer. Her gravity shaming breasts hung inches from his
face, but he knew better than to touch them. The time for him to be
take-charge was over. Pam was in control now. She tore his eyes away from her
chest without a word as she held her arm in front of his face. It was so big
and perfectly muscled just sitting there. Then she curled her arm and flexed.
Muscles erupted from every corner and crevice building upon one another. Twin
muscle peaks raced each higher as hard knife edged striations appeared from
her elbow to her shoulders. Her arm grew thicker as the peaks grew higher. Her
bicep pulsed as it tightened until settling into a mountain of female beef the
likes of which Mike didn't know could exist. Mike had been overwhelmed before,
now his face looked like he was catatonic. His body could react though. As his
unblinking eyes stared at the mightiest muscle he'd ever see, Pam heard
ripping sounds coming from down below. She looked down and saw Mike's cock as
it ripped through his pants.

Pam had wanted to tease Mike a bit and show him more of her body, but that
cock was a challenge. The steady drip from her cunt became a torrent as she
eyed that cock. She gripped it with two hands and stood over him. The cock
jerked as her juices dropped down to the head. Mike shuddered and his face
when ghostly white as his cock grew impossibly bigger and harder. Pam couldn't
wait any more. Her pussy ached for a cock that might be able to fill it up.
She lowered herself onto the cockhead and took nine inches of cock in
immediately. Mike's groan became a growl, as she lowered herself, sliding more
of his cock into her furnace. Pam's mighty body quaked and her insatiable
pussy actually recoiled at accepting more, but there was more to be had. Mike
had never felt any sensation approaching this. There were no limits when
dealing with Pam. He felt like he wanted to faint, but her body was so
impossible that he couldn't look away, even to pass out.

Pam still had more to go, and it seemed so did Mike. His cock wasn't even
finished. It felt like she was sitting on a thickening flagpole, and she loved
every inch of it. When her pussy finally swallowed all of Mike's cock, his
fingers curled up like claws and he started bucking his hips like a rodeo
bull, but he couldn't begin to move his cock in or out. He tried and tried
though, and she just shook her head. "Just stop", she urged in a breathy voice
then leaned forward, placing her fists against the cushions. Triceps blasted
outward as she raised her body up that cock. "You're way too weak", she said.
"Just sit there and enjoy this. I know I'm about to", she declared and started
fucking that cock like a freight train gaining speed.

"No woman's ever ... ", Mike tried to speak as Pam picked up speed.

"Shhh", she urged and gripped the back of the sofa as she leaned forward. Wood
fibers crackled and split beneath her fingers as she squeezed. Her breathing
quickened and sweat dotted Pam's forehead as every stroke on Mike's cock began
humbling her once invincible puss. "Ohhhh", she moaned and rolled her head
around her shoulders before dropping her chin to her thickly muscled chest.
Her mane of red hair covered Mike's face, but he was too lost in her passion
to even blow the strands out of the way. They enveloped his face the way her
body enveloped his. Then she threw her head back and the first of several back
to back orgasms hit Pam without warning.

Already ripped muscle became shredded to a whole other level and she wasn't
even flexing. Then suddenly, she did flex, and Mike thought he was going to
have a heart attack. She held her arms out as she screamed in pure ecstasy at
the ceiling. She curled her arms and hit the hardest double biceps flex of her
entire life. Her entire upper body expanded like a she was trying to flex out
of her own skin, but her biceps and triceps expansion dwarfed the rest. Big
huge boulder sized biceps flooded the space between her burgeoning delts and
the immoveable wall of her thickening forearms. They had nowhere to go but up,
and up they went, higher, thicker and more shredded than a side of beef forced
through a blender. Mike's trip through ecstasy took a detour through agony as
Pam's cunt squeezed. A normal cock might have been crushed flat, and even
Mike's oversized erection seemed moments from suffering the same fate. Pam's
latest orgasm ebbed and she started riding that big cock again. Her triceps
flared. Her abdominal wall undulated, and her hip flexors looked like jungle
thickets as she slammed that big cock, building herself towards another
orgasm. Mike's time ran out first. His first blast of cum actually lifted her
entire body several inches up that shaft. The third and fourth blast were just
as powerful. Her pussy was so tight that nothing could escape, not yet. Pam
looked down and her narrowed eyes opened wide as she watched her rock hard abs
bulge. Mike's body jittered and he broke out in a cold sweat as he filled Pam
until she looked pregnant. Pam had never seen or felt anything like this at
all. Her hands went to her belly as Mike kept going, like he was manufacturing
the stuff. Then she flexed her abs as hard as she could. The bricks split and
broke up into sliced up vascular chunks. She forced her abs flat and increased
the pressure inside her until it felt like things began to boil. The first
dribbles of cum were forced from Pam's cunt, and then her own juices began to
flow. She fell forward onto a barely conscious Mike, being careful not to
smother him with her heaving breasts.

"Almost", she whispered into his ear then stood up.

For some time after their encounter, Mike had to be the happiest man on the
planet. He tried to hide it, and use other things to explain it, but every
time he looked at Pam it was possible to see his heart beating through his
chest. Lester wondered if Mike had figured out or not that he'd never be the
same after his night with Pam. Other women were pale imitations of her. His
only hope was that she'd decide to keep him around.

After work, Lester went to his favorite spot with Pam and that lucky bastard
Mike still on his mind as he found a spot at the bar. "How ya doin' Mr.
Darby", the bartender said before Lester had even settled. "Want the usual?"

"Not today Mack. Give me a Long Island Iced Tea."

"One of my specialities. Coming right up", Mack said and grabbed a glass.
While waiting for his drink, Lester looked around, surveying the club,
wondering why he'd allowed himself to miss this part of life for so long. He'd
worked and fussed and been alone for so long that it made him sick to think of
how he'd been only a few months earlier. He saw some of the usuals sitting in
booths for high rollers, entertaining some ladies, but he wasn't going to join
them. Lester had never thought of himself as a wealthy man even though he was.
He was thinking about wasted time, and it seemed like she'd appeared out of
nowhere.

The little waitress from a few weeks earlier came out of the crowd walking
right towards him with her empty tray banging against her leg while she shoved
some folded money into her bra. She leaned against the polished black wood bar
and got onto her tip toes to look over. Lester's eyes couldn't help but sweep
down her body to notice her calves flexing big inside the tight trouser legs
of her uniform. Just like her biceps, her calves looked like they belonged on
a much bigger body. His mouth began to water as his mind wondered what those
muscles would feel like. She called for Mack and lifted higher up, adding a
couple of inches to her diminutive height and causing her calves to stress the
stitches of her uniform. Lester's brain and eyes couldn't quite reconcile her
thin little body and the muscles he saw.

"Hey a bunch of guys in the back want beer ... sixteen mugs worth", she said
and Mack gave a nod. She turned around and leaned her elbows against the bar
as she waited. Her eyes crossed Lester, but didn't stop. There was no way a
waitress in a busy place like this would remember him. He could have left it
at that, but he wasn't going to.

"I remember you", he said and motioned towards her.

"Oh yeah?", she asked with a grin that warmed her chiselled features. "Wait
... vodka and six glasses?"

"Wow", Lester exclaimed. "You make an impression, but I didn't think I made
much of one", he said honestly.

She laughed, and tossed her head back, a few strands of her blonde hair coming
loose to brush against the bar. "You have a wonderful head of hair", she
replied. "I always remember a guy with great hair."

This time Lester laughed. "Irish blood comes in handy from time to time", he
quipped and she laughed again.

"Drinks up", Mack broke up the short conversation. Lester smiled as if nothing
special was happening as he watched the little waitress load all those mugs
onto a bigger tray and head towards the booths at the back of the club. A
grown man would have struggled to carry that much with one hand, but to this
waitress it looked like she wasn't carrying anything at all. Lester shook his
head, finished his drink and put the glass on the bar. "Give me another."

She came back to the bar, stuffing more bills into her bra. Lester grinned
when he noticed that one side of her chest was noticeably larger than the
other.

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?", the waitress asked as she
walked past Lester to get a bartender's attention.

"You're right handed", Lester said.

"So are most people", she shot back with a little sass.

"Well, I'm just saying it because you might want to balance out which side of
your shirt you stuff your money into." Her face turned a little red. After a
moment, she laughed too.

"That's probably good advice", she allowed.

"Trust me", Lester began. "Where I grew up, I kept two wallets, one in my
pocket for suckers and the other in my shoe that had my money in it. Sometimes
the streeties would figure it out and I'd have to fight to keep what was mine.
I wouldn't want you to have to fight."

"Oh, I'd have pegged you for one of the trust fund kids who come in here and
pay my rent."

Lester gave a chortle. "My Dad trusted me with his meat clever from time to
time, if that's what you mean."

She nodded and twisted up her mouth a little. "Sometimes I get 'em wrong I
guess", she admitted.

"Lester", he said and extended his hand.

"Candace", she replied with a smile. "But my friends call me Candi."

"Well Candi, don't beat yourself up too much about it. I got something wrong
about you too."

"Oh what's that?"

"I wouldn't think that you couldn't lift an ant, but the way you handle those
trays ... "

"You mean like this?", she asked and hefted a tray full of beer mugs that
looked like it weighed half as much as she did. She held it at her eye level
with just the tips of her fingers. Even though he was trying to be cool, she
saw his eyes follow the lines of her expanding bicep and the shape of
currently massive front deltoid.

He looked like he was seeing an extraterrestrial and it showed on his face.
Candi decided to give him just a bit more so she slowly removed finger after
finger until she held up a tray full of beer with just one, unbending finger.
Lester nearly dropped his glass and his eyes looked ready to leap out of his
head. She gave him a wink before turning towards the booths behind the dance
floor. "Nice to meet you Les", she called back before disappearing into the
crowd.

After a full minute Lester shook his head. "Wow", he uttered then ordered
another drink. He stood there for a moment, watching then got a crooked smile
on his face and pulled out a fifty dollar bill to pay for his drinks and a tip
for Mack before leaving.

Lester went back to the club the next weekend, but not at his usual hour. He
waited until the early morning. He was leaning against a street sign when a
side door opened. The muffled thump of music became loud. Candi stepped out
and looked back over her shoulder waiving goodbye to a couple of waitresses
before stepping out in the alley. "I hope you don't mind if I join you",
Lester called after she'd taken a couple of steps.

Candi didn't turn quickly, or flinch. She just stopped walking. "I didn't see
you in the place tonight. I thought I'd scared you away." Lester heard the
amusement in her tone, but a question too.

He stood up straight, but didn't approach too closely. "I've wanted to ask you
out for a week, but you're always so busy here. So I figured I'd wait until
you got off to try my luck."

"So are we on a date now?", she asked with a little grin.

Lester chuckled. "Of course we are. We're a regular item now don't ya know."

She laughed. "So where are you taking me at 3 o'clock in the morning?"

"Wherever you normally go when your shift ends. I know you've got a spot. No
way you go straight home after work." Candi looked at him for a moment then
shrugged.

After a train ride to New Jersey and some walking, Lester pushed open the door
to a joint near the docks. Cigar and cigarette smoke hit him as soon as he
walked inside. Stale beer and Perry Cuomo on the jukebox finished the mood of
the place. It was pretty big inside with some pool tables off to one side and
some little square tables near the wall opposite the jukebox. A dozen
conversations were going on all at once between people in little groups. None
of them paid attention when the door opened, but the guy behind the counter
looked up when Candi walked in. "Steak and eggs", Joey called to the short
order cook behind the double swinging door. He set a just opened bottle of ice
cold beer on the counter that Candi walked over to retrieve while she waited
on her food. "Hey, let me get a beer for my friend here too", she said.

"Oh. I didn't know you two were together", Joey said as he opened the cooler.

She reached out for the beer, but Lester beat her hand to it. "You serve
people all night long. I think I can get this one myself", he said and watched
her expression change.

"You hungry?", she asked after they'd sat down at one of the little tables.

"Nah", Lester said and took a drink from the bottle.

"So here we are. I'm unwinding. What about you?"

Lester looked down at the table and smiled. "I have been wound tight for a
long time, and I'm still a work in progress."

"Order up!", the cook called. Joey put the plate on the counter and Candi
started to rise. Lester gave her a look and went to get her plate.

"Smells good", he observed as he set it down in front of her. She was a little
embarrassed to be eating while he wasn't, but she was too hungry to worry
about it for long. She grabbed the fork and the knife and dug in. Candi wasn't
very chatty. She seemed to have opened up to Lester a bit though, and before
long he had her laughing. "So my roommate climbs up the ladder to the top of
the boxcar to get his watch", Les continued his story after retrieving his
fourth beer of the evening.

"What happened then?", Candi asked after a long pull her third beer of the
night.

"Well I tried to get him down cause I saw the engineer go in the train. Next
thing I know, the train starts moving. I tried to get to him and he tried to
climb down, but that guy must have put the pedal to the metal cause it pulled
away fast. I saw him sit down and put his head in his hands. The next day he
calls me from Toledo."

Candi nearly spit out her beer, barely swallowing before laughing, and not the
sexy, playful one that she used at her job, but her real, high pitched, girly
laugh. "And you didn't even want to go to college", she said with a big grin
on her face.

"It had its moments", he admitted then looked over at a group of guys getting
ready to leave, opening up one of the pool tables. "You play?", Lester asked
and stood up.

The other people in the place grinned at the new guy. Candi had played every
regular at one time or another. She'd beaten them all, and taken their money.
This new guy was about to get run. "Want to put a little on it?", Candi asked
as innocently as she could.

Lester smiled at her attempt at being coy. "Well, pull some of that cabbage
from your hiding place little mama and lay it down." Candi put a twenty on the
half wall and set her beer on it while Les did the same. From the break Candi
could tell that Lester was a good player, but she didn't look worried. She
waited patiently for him to miss then proceeded to clear the table. She put
the forty dollars under a new bottle of beer and looked over at Lester who
racked the balls. She won the next game and the next one before Lester had a
real chance to beat her.

She had almost two hundred of Lester's dollar sitting under her fifth beer,
and he was making a run to win it back. She stood at the head of the table
watching with her cue stick planted on the floor as two balls dropped in quick
succession as Lester heated up. She gasped in disappointment after Lester made
a two rail shot to down a ball. He stood there lining up for the final shot.
It was tricky, but after his last shot Lester was confident that he could make
it. He gave a glance back to Candi to gloat a little as he pulled his stick
back. He hit the cue ball perfectly. He watched it roll slowly towards its
target. He could almost feel the cash back in his hand until he heard the
creaking of straining wood and the pops of cast metal breaking through layer
upon layer of shellac. The ball began to veer off course. When Lester looked
back over his shoulder, all the blood drained from his head.

Candi's face flushed pink and her smiling lips quivered a little. Veins and
arteries pressed to the surface of her skin, even tiny little capillaries
showed through the material of her black uniform top. Lester's eyes looked
like they would pop out of his suddenly perspiring head. Thick branching veins
ran along her shoulders and down to biceps that defied all Lester's notions of
logic. Her biceps would have looked big on a serious bodybuilding man and they
looked ludicrously sexy and out of place on Candi's thin little body. He could
see the craggy sliced up dual headed bicep peaks threatening to pop through
her sleeves as she lifted the pool table even higher, making all the balls run
towards the bottom rail. That table had to weigh half a ton and when she saw
Lester's face, she curled the weight even higher. Lester was practically
drooling as he watched her sleeves fill up, getting tighter and tighter around
her still expanding biceps. He thought he had seen Candi's strength when she'd
moved drinks around the club, but that hadn't even been a fraction of a
fraction of her real strength. He could tell that this wasn't easy for her,
but she wasn't straining either. To prove that point, she tossed her head back
and laughed.

"Tilt!", the tiny muscle bound waitress yelled as she held the table at chest
level. The other patrons laughed too and pointed at Lester.

"Don't break my tables!", Joey called from behind the counter.

"I'm putting it down", she yelled back and lowered it slowly.

Lester felt like he was floating on a cloud as the pool table legs touched
back to their indentions on the floor. "I can't believe you did that", he
managed to say, his voice quivering as Candi lifted the beer bottle and folded
the money.

"You were actually trying to win", she said with a smirk. "I couldn't have
that." Lester looked around the room at the other patrons to see if any of
them had the same look on their faces that he was sure he had on his, but
while what Candi had just done was the topic of conversation, he realized
quickly that this wasn't the first time they'd seen what she could do. The
image kept rolling over inside Lester's head and it was driving him crazy.

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