ONCE UPON A TIME  Part 3
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Travis Huntington walked out of the shop with the repaired computer in his
arms and a confused expression on his still slightly bruised face. That had
been a terribly awkward meeting just then. His brain kept screaming at him to
keep talking to that hot blonde who'd fixed his computer, but she obviously
didn't want to talk. Travis turned as he walked when he heard the lock click
behind him. Juan smiled and waved before flipping the open sign to off. He was
the last customer of the day. Juan gave Travis a friendly wave before both of
them turned around. Travis carefully put his computer in the back seat, and
was working to situate it when the computer store's employees started spilling
out of the back door heading for their own cars parked in a side lot.

Jessica Stratton would have stayed behind waiting for Travis to leave, but she
knew that would just make her coworkers suspicious so she walked out like
usual. This time though her steps were quicker than normal. She'd taken the
rest of the week off after her battle with the bikers and her crazy half nude
muscle worship session with Travis. Mostly she'd wanted to give the bruises
around her neck a chance to heal and she'd hoped that Travis would pick up his
computer while she was gone. No luck on that one. She still might have been
able to get through this if not for her favorite shoes.

She'd ordered a new pair of black and pink sneakers because the fight had
destroyed her last pair, with all the scuffling around and car lifting and
stuff. She'd just gotten the new pair in the mail the day before and she'd
worn them. Travis was sitting behind the wheel of his Honda when he saw Jessie
and her shoes in his rear view mirror. He didn't remember much about the night
he'd been beaten up then rescued, but he remembered those shoes. He threw his
car into reverse and backed up towards Jessie. She was startled as Travis
pulled up next to her, suddenly perspiring and breathing heavily.

"It was you", he accused more than stated. "You're the woman in my dream
aren't you?"

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about", Jessie said back. "This isn't
a dream. Or at least I don't think it is."

"Then it wasn't a dream. It was real. You took me home, cleaned off the blood,
but who else was with you? I mean you look fit and stuff, but whose muscles
were I touching?"

Jessie blushed as she stood there. A couple of techs were coming back towards
her. "You okay?", Juan asked as he came out of the door.

"Oh I'm fine", Jessie said with a slightly nervous giggle and waved them on.
They were skeptical but figured the conversation was none of their business.
When her coworkers were driving away, Jessie looked down with a frown. "I have
no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm sure it was you. Are you the one who saved me or not?" Jessie jumped back
when Travis suddenly opened the door and stood up with one foot outside the
car. "You beat up those bikers!?!"

Jessie shook her head. "Look, I didn't beat up anybody. And I don't know who
cleaned off your face and I certainly don't know anything about whose muscles
you touched."

"I never said it was my face!", a wide eyed Travis exclaimed. Jessie huffed,
turned, and started marching towards her car.

"Wait! Look! Come on", Travis called after her, then jumped completely out of
his car. "I just want to talk! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
The woman of my dreams! Literally!" Travis felt so foolish begging like this,
but she didn't even turn around. She pushed the button and her lights flashed.
Just then something hard knocked into Travis' back. He had to spin to keep
from the car door dragging him down to the ground. "FUCK!", he exclaimed and
started chasing after his car. He'd forgotten to take it out of reverse. It
was heading right for Jessie.

"Look OUT!!!", Travis screamed when he realized that he wouldn't be able to
catch the car in time. Jessie almost didn't turn, but when she did she saw
Travis' Honda coming right towards her. She could have jumped out of the way,
but her Mini would have been hit hard, so she spun towards the car and put up
her hands. There was a faint sound of tearing stitches when her hands touched
the trunk lid as her triceps swelled to absorb the car's momentum. She leaned
in with her legs spread apart for a good base and brought the car to a stop
without even taking a step back. Travis stopped near the front bumper of his
car and stood in slack jawed amazement. "It is you!"

Jessie looked around, but the parking area beside the building was blocked on
three sides by a wall so people from the main street couldn't see what she was
doing, but anybody who pulled into the rest of the shopping center could. "Mr.
Huntington", she called to Travis who still hadn't moved a muscle since she'd
stopped his car. "Mr. Huntington, I need you to put your car in park. I don't
want to hold it all night."

Travis had a difficult time pushing down his libido. He imagined the strength
that must be coursing through Jessie's muscles. It was indeed like a character
of his come to life. She stopped a rolling car in its tracks without a problem
at all, and she'd been holding it for nearly a minute. Her arms and legs
weren't even shaking. She didn't even look like she was straining in the
least.

Jessica let out a sigh. "Mr. Huntington, I'm not going to let your car slam
into mine so if you don't come get it, I'm going to have to tip it over onto
its side or something." Somewhere in the deep recesses of Travis' mind, he
heard her voice and listened to her words.

"You could do that?!?", Travis shouted. Jessie replied by cocking her head a
bit as if to ask him, 'What do you think?'

He hustled around the open door and stuck his foot in to apply the brakes.
"Wait!", he yelled as Jessie removed her hands from the back of his Honda and
turned towards her own car. "Shit!", he said under his breath as he awkwardly
tried to reach in and put his car in park all while chasing after Jessie.

"Wait!", Travis yelled and stood behind her car waving his arms, as if she
didn't see him standing there.

"What?", she asked, her annoyance growing.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is my breath bad or something?", Travis tried a
little joke he'd used before. It fell flat.

"I'm a private person", Jessie declared as if that would explain everything.

"That's cool", Travis replied quickly. "I mean I understand that. But I'm not
holding a camera or a microphone. It's just the two of us here. Any more
private than this is called alone." His words slapped against Jessie's
emotions enough to make her pause, so he kept going. "You saved me from a
really bad beating. I ... umm ... I just wanted to thank you for that."

"You're welcome", she said flatly. "Now I really have to go."

Travis knew he couldn't let her leave yet. He had to do anything he could to
make a connection before she shut him out for good. He kept standing behind
her car while leaning towards the driver side so he could talk to her through
her rolled down window easier.

"Look, you keep your muscles and your strength a secret. I get it. I've got
secrets. We all do, but if you really wanted to keep your secret, why were you
so extra nice to me when you got me back to my apartment?"

Jessie's face turned a bright shade of red. This guy remembered. She wanted to
crouch down onto the floorboards of her car and disappear. Instead she sat
behind the wheel and stared out of the windshield. "There is nothing at all to
be embarrassed about. You got caught up in the moment and I'm sure I didn't
help. I love, absolutely love, muscled women. That's not something I go around
broadcasting, but that doesn't make it any less true. I just want to know one
thing. How'd you know I'd react that way to your body?"

Jessie's chin sank to her chest as more shame came over her. It was a wonder
that she wasn't in tears. It was time to come clean. "Because I'm a big fan of
your stories, and I'm sorry for invading your privacy but I read some of the
unpublished stuff on your computer. I know I shouldn't have", she spilled
quickly, "but I couldn't help myself."

Travis was stunned again. He'd never actually met any of the readers of his
stories in person, and he wouldn't have guessed that an actual muscle goddess
would be interested in reading about his imaginary ones. "I'm flattered. I
guess."

"You're easily the best writer on the sites I go to anyway", Jessie spilled to
her surprise.

Travis stepped closer. "So you read the one with the guy Brock? The one I
haven't finished."

A still blushing Jessie nodded. "It was very good", she said simply. Favorite
muscle writer or not, she wasn't about to tell him how hot that story had made
her. "It was pretty cruel though", she added, wondering whether she should
have or not.

Travis' eyes narrowed and she saw his brain working. Jessie wondered if she'd
just said the wrong thing, but he asked, "Did you save me because you like my
stories?"

Travis heard Jessie laugh for the first time. "All I saw was a guy in a fetal
position being tormented by some scary looking people. I didn't know who you
were until after I saw your license."

Now it was Travis' turn to blush a little. "I was pretty helpless wasn't I?"

"It wasn't your fault", she said. "They were all really strong. That bigger
guy with the awful fake tan pretty much threw an SUV at me. Then he tried to
crush me between it and a car behind me."

"Wow. You must have gotten out of the way fast!"

Jessie's brow gathered. "No. I stopped that SUV just like I stopped your
rolling Honda. Only the front of the SUV caved in and the airbags deployed,
but that wasn't my fault."

"Holy shit!", Travis exclaimed with spit flinging enthusiasm. "Sorry", he said
quickly. "It's just I didn't know people could do that stuff in real life. I
mean I write about the Mistress being able to do this or that, but ... but ...
you're not the Mistress. You're Jessie and I would really like to continue
this conversation, just not in this parking lot. I'm not a bad guy and I'm not
a creep. Let's just talk about our secrets and insecurities. All I need is
your phone number."

She laughed again, partially at Travis' eagerness and partially at what she
wasn't feeling. This guy really didn't make her feel like she wanted to crawl
into a turtle shell. She was nervous enough that she knees were shaking, but
not so nervous that she wanted to run away. "Tell you what", Jessie said after
a moment's thought. "Give me your phone number instead. Maybe I'll call you."

"Fair enough", Travis instantly replied and gave out his digits.

Hours later Jessie leaned back a little, arching her back while pressing her
hands up. She let a long, extended exhale while she pushed her body to do what
it had done many times in the past. Sweat ran down her face and neck like
snow-melt from mountains in the spring. It all collected at her feet like a
lake. The bar was steady in her hands, barely wiggling as she attempted this
shoulder press. The cables and pulleys sang a high pitched noise under the
strain of the massive weight. Her shoulders and upper back all swelled like
one throbbing pump as Jessie poured on more power. The beads of sweat were as
big as raindrops now, and her entire upper body continued to swell.

Her eyes stared across the room as she ramped up the pressure. "COME ON!", she
screamed after a series of sharp inhales. A split second later, Jessie's
already insane flexed definition went to another level. Her triceps blasted
outward from the backs of their arm while her deltoids went beyond shredded.
They looked like they'd been attacked by wild beasts leaving strips only
hundreds of writhing muscle fibers side by side with dozens of criss-crossing
veins. She grunted as the fresh wave of even harder flexing sent the bar
moving upward. "That's it", she literally spat as she willed her muscles to
flex harder, to eek out more strength from her body. With a bit of a orgasmic
relief she completed the sixth rep of what was supposed to be eight reps. That
orgasmic pride fell away when she realized that she wasn't going to finish
this set. She wanted to lower the bar slowly to get the negative, but just
like reps seven and eight, that wasn't going to happen. It was all she could
do to keep the bar from crashing down onto her shoulders. She set the bar in
the cradle and leaned against it, lamenting the worst workout she'd had in a
long time. It seemed that her body was willing, but her mind wasn't able. She
could feel the strength in her muscles, but she couldn't concentrate. She let
out a sigh and picked up the gallon jug of water. She took a long pull to
replace the water she'd sweated and spit all over the floor. She'd clean up
later. She wiped her face with a towel as she headed out of her home gym,
remembering to turn off the lights before closing the door. The money she'd
built up wouldn't last forever.

She walked across the well manicured yard and up stone steps to her terraced
deck. She didn't often look around, but this time she did, and nearly got a
tear in her eye when she realized that she had enough room to host a garden
party on her big redwood deck. But she only had a single chair, a small table,
and a few potted plants out there. She shook her head and walked into her
house. She let out another sigh before finishing off the water.

Travis had set his computer up as soon as he got back home and typed up some
of the ideas he'd had while without a main computer. He had two ideas for
characters. One based on Tammy and one based on Jessie. He thought about
working them both in, but the more he worked on ideas the more his mind kept
pushing Tammy away. He just fixated on Jessie like he'd never fixated on a
woman in his life. He knew now that his 'dream' hadn't been a dream at all,
but the memory of her muscles were fuzzy like a dream. He just wanted to have
her with him when he wasn't in la la land, but she was a real flesh and blood
woman. Not some character he could manipulate with some keystrokes. He thought
that maybe he'd wait a few days and if she didn't call then he'd go back to
the computer store. "She'd cut me off for sure then", he uttered. "I can't be
a creepy stalker guy."

Eventually he realized that no writing was going to get done tonight so he
headed to his bedroom and flipped on the hockey game even if he was barely
paying attention. He climbed in bed and spent as much time staring at the
ceiling as he did looking at the television screen. He was moments from
picking up the remote and calling it a night when his phone rang.

"Hello", he answered the unfamiliar number with a bit of scepticism, hoping
that it might be Jessie but knowing it was probably a telemarketer.

"Would you like to refinance your home?", the computerized voice asked a
second before Travis pushed END. He was so mad he had to count to three before
setting his phone back on the night stand so he wouldn't slam it. He rolled
over and let out a sigh. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. The literal
woman of his dreams said that she was private. She obviously stepped well
outside of her comfort zone when she'd given him that little sexual tease.
Between that and saving his butt, Jessie didn't owe him a thing. If she never
called, he'd just have to figure out how to ... the phone rang again.

"Hello", he answered another unfamiliar number.

"I hope I didn't call too late", a slightly out of breath Jessie said.

"No. I'm a night owl", Travis replied with a chuckle.

"Good. I guess. I wasn't sure if I should call today or wait or what", she
rambled a bit while pacing around her kitchen, twirling the end of the draw
string around her finger.

"I'm glad you called. So, you realized I'm irresistible?"

Jessie was too nervous to laugh or even to smile. "I thought about what you
said, and I think you and I have more to talk about." She wasn't going to add
that Travis' alone comment had stuck in her mind as well.

"I'll settle for that reason", Travis said then chuckled.

"I have to admit that I'm still embarrassed about what I did back at your
apartment ... "

Travis waved his hand even though she couldn't see it over the phone. "We
don't have to talk about that ... really", he cut her off.

Jessie let out a sigh. "I want to explain myself. Look ... I found out that
you were the author of my favorite stories and I thought ... well ... it's so
stupid, but I thought that I'd show you that a strong woman doesn't have to be
so mean. I wanted to show you that sometimes, if she wants to, that a strong
woman can give you what you want and ask for nothing in return." There was
silence and Jessie's heart started to race. Oh no. She'd done it again. She'd
probably hear the line go dead in a moment. Instead she heard Travis take in a
breath.

"I started writing again today for the first time in a while, but I couldn't
get too far. I kept thinking about you. Not what happened that night, but just
you ... your personality and I just couldn't finish the scene with the
Mistress. I couldn't finish being that mean."

"Oh don't change the character because of me!", Jessie blurted. "So many
people will be pissed off and it'll be all my fault."

"They won't know that", Travis countered.

"But I will, and that's enough for me."

Travis chuckled. "You are passionate aren't you?"

"About some things", Jessie said in a small voice. "I just don't want you to
turn my favorite character into a cream puff."

"Well, you're not a cream puff", Travis replied.

"Oh yes I am", Jessie said. "I'm just a really strong one. That's fine for me,
but not for the great Countess Eleanor!"

Travis laughed but it died away quickly. "You have to work so hard to make
yourself disappear. I mean you're the smartest, strongest, most beautiful
person in every room you enter, and yet you seem like you try to hide it from
everybody", he paused. "I hope I'm not saying something I shouldn't."

"No. You're right. It's just not easy for me. Two people can meet up and just
start talking to each other with no topic in mind, no connection. I have a
hard time doing that. It's so awkward when I try."

"So you've stopped trying?"

"Pretty much."

"A conversation is part fishing expedition", Travis began. "Two people or a
group or whatever toss topics out like innocent bate until someone bites. It
might not be something you're super interested in, but at least it's something
you're willing to talk about long enough to get a read on the other person."

"That simple huh?", she said and didn't add that this was probably the longest
phone conversation she'd ever had that involve her mother or work.

"Pretty much", he used her words and chuckled. "Like now. We're having a
conversation because we're talking about something you're interested in."

"The conversation's about me and my short comings."

"Obviously something you've been thinking about a lot or you wouldn't have
spilled your guts about all of your inner most fears, doubts, and weaknesses
to me."

"Weaknesses?", Jessie asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't think I've talked
about any of those."

Travis grinned. "I'm sure you've got some. We all do."

"My rear delts aren't exactly up to the level I want, but other than that I
don't think so."

He laughed. "See now you're joking! That's great!"

"Who's joking? You asked for a weakness."

"Ohh ... you were serious. Sorry. I thought you were ... ", Travis stumbled.

Jessica laughed loudly. "No. I was joking!"

"You got me", Travis admitted. "You know, this feels like one of those awful
movies that my sister used to make me watch, where the awkward girl changes
her hair, and her clothes then people realize that she's the hottest girl in
the school."

"That's me huh? Well you better hope it's not because then she becomes a bitch
and forgets her friends and starts dating the captain of the football team!"

Travis chuckled. "But she ends up with the nerdy guy who's thought she was hot
all along. So why don't we skip over the teen angst and jump straight to the
end of the movie. I'm your nerdy guy."

"Are you asking me out?", a grinning Jessie asked.

"I'm asking you in. If we went out, you'd be the center of everything because
I'd be walking on sunshine. So, how about you come over to my place tomorrow?
You already know where it is, and I'll whip us up something really good and
the only attention you'll have to worry about is mine."

"OK", Jessie replied without a moment's hesitation. She couldn't believe she'd
answered so quickly. This was completely out of the ordinary for her, but
talking to Travis made her feel less self conscious. Maybe it was because each
of them knew a secret about the other.

Travis hung up the phone a couple minutes later and lay on his bed smiling up
at the ceiling. He'd have to play this right if he wanted to keep his dream
woman around. He had a plan though. He just hoped it wouldn't backfire.

Across town Jessie'd hung up her phone and sat in her living room waiting for
the bad feelings to come, or the fear, or the nerves that would drive her
crazy. Instead she just kept smiling. It was like she'd walked off of a ledge
and realized that there was a bridge there instead of a sheer drop. Perhaps
she was putting too much on this very, very early relationship with Travis.
She went upstairs for a shower realizing that she didn't really have a dress
to wear that she liked, so she'd take a half day off from work to do some
shopping.

Tammy squinted at the sunlight after walking out of jail wearing county issue
pants and a county issue shirt because she'd flexed out of her clothes when
she'd tested her strength against that blonde bitch. After being arrested
Tammy had spent almost half a day mostly naked because the women's jail didn't
have any clothes to fit her. They'd sent to the men's jail to get some
clothes, not that Tammy cared about being naked. She loved the fear and lust
she got from both the guards and the other inmates. She loved making the male
guards' dicks get hard staring at her while she sat in the holding cell. She
saw one guy, a big tough looking guy standing guard trying to pretend that he
wasn't staring. Every time she looked at him though, she caught him turning
away. After about an hour of cat and mouse, Tammy had decided to stop playing
around.

She'd stood up, naked except for her panties and walked up to the bars. The
guard was about to tell her to sit back down with the others, when she spread
her arms out a little, and slowly wrapped her fingers around a couple of bars.
Then she flexed, just a little, but it was enough to make her pectorals
inflate and her abdominals solidify. She rose up onto her toes, making her
calf muscles flare like a cobra extending its hood. Her thighs subdivided into
four big jagged quad heads and then divided again as she flexed harder. She
heard the other inmates gasping behind her as she flexed her back and her ass,
making her glutes ripple with deep concaved striations.

The guard swallowed a lump in his throat and Tammy grinned. She pressed her
body against the bars, thrusting her hips forward just enough the front of her
panties against the bars. She started swaying side to side, pressing her
hardening clit against the bars. The guard's eyes were opened wide now, and
now it was time to make him drop his jaw. She gripped the bars harder and
flexed for real this time. "Fuck!", some of the women in the cell behind her
exclaimed under their breath as Tammy started getting bigger, denser, and more
ripped. Every muscle showed throughout her back from the feathered definition
of her lower back to the deep hills, valleys, and ravines of her upper back,
to her enormous trapezius muscles that looked like boulders beside her bull
neck. She put a little extra into the flex, sending wave after wave of fresh
definition across her pecs and abs until each brick of her abdominal wall
looked like shredded beef and her chest looked like a tangle of bridge cables.

The guard's cock was pressed hard against his uniform pants, plain for
everybody to see. "Come a little closer", she whispered to him in that coarse
voice of hers. "I want you to hear this."

The man moved closer, like a robot obeying a command. When he was just a few
feet from the cell door he heard the unmistakable sounds of bending metal.
They weren't loud, but he wasn't imagining them. Her grin grew and then he saw
Tammy really flex. A few beads of sweat showed on her forehead and her pecs
doubled in size. She let out a little growl as she pulled her arms in a few
inches. Some of the women behind her were openly masturbating now as Tammy's
elbows bent, along with the bars.

The guard's jaw did indeed fall open and he came all over himself. His whole
body shuttered with the power of his orgasm as cum soaked the front of his
pants until the material could hold no more, sending spurt after spurt of cum
onto the jail floor. Tammy threw her head back and laughed.

That whole episode had been pretty funny, but damaging city property while in
lock up was the reason Tammy was the last of her crew to be released. Mickey,
KC, and of course her boyfriend Brassy were waiting for her when she walked
out holding her paperwork. She smiled and walked right up to her boyfriend,
who still sported the lingering bruises of the black eyes he'd gotten fighting
that blonde bitch.

"Good to see ya, babe", Brassy said as Tammy strutted over to him with that
muscle beast walk of hers. She planted a kiss before climbing onto his
gleaming motorcycle. His engine roared to life and he gave it a rev just
before KC and Mickey both started their super loud bikes and revved the
engines too. Tammy flipped off the guards looking on as she and her gang sped
off.

Travis didn't have words for what he thought when he opened his door and saw
Jessie standing there. She had on a sleeveless, formfitting merlot colored
dress that showed off her amazing, impossible curves. Her breasts, backed by
her nearly inhuman muscles looked unreal while her stomach was so flat that it
looked photo-shopped. Her waist was even smaller than he thought it would be
while her hips flared out to create the perfect hourglass shape. The dress
wasn't too short, but it was short enough for him to see the heads of her
quads peaking out beneath the hem. And she had on about four inch heels, which
made the two of them almost the same height, plus it made her calves look more
than spectacular. When she said she had no weaknesses, she really was telling
the truth, at least physically. The apprehension though was written all over
her beautiful face.

She'd put her contacts on, so she didn't have on her glasses, although Travis
thought the glasses were sexy too. She thought about putting her hair up, but
instead she'd curled it a bit and wore her blonde tresses down. She'd agonized
over how much make up to put on. She went back and forth so many times that
she ended up breaking down and calling her mom, who told her that less is
more. To Travis' eyes it was perfect.

"Come in", he said and ushered her towards his dining room, which usually
doubled as his junk overflow room, but he'd spent as much time cleaning it out
as he'd spent on the beef wellington. He wasn't a gourmet chef or anything,
but he could cook when he put his mind to it. "This is really good", Jessie
said after her second forkful of the dish.

"I'm glad you like it", Travis said after pouring both of them a bit more
wine. "I should have asked if you were a vegetarian or something."

Jessie laughed. "I'd have told you. I went through a non-meat phase. It didn't
stick." She smiled and drank some wine then dug into her third slice of
wellington. The meal and conversation lasted for more than three hours, well
after the food was gone and the wine bottle was empty. Travis kept waiting for
Jessie to grow distance or to freeze up completely, but it didn't happen.

"So, I'm not changing the Mistress", he declared after they'd moved from the
dining room to the living room. He'd thought about putting on a movie or
something, but now that he'd brought up the Mistress, Jessie forgot all about
the movie.

"Well that's great. So did you finish the chapter that I umm ... snuck and
read?"

"Not yet. I'm adding a couple of new characters. Tell me what you think."

"Oh, so you want my opinion. I'm weird so that might be dangerous."

"I'll chance it", a smirking Travis said. "So after the Mistress dispatches
Brock she goes to manor house and finds that not only are Lord Howell and his
wife there, but her sister made a surprise visit."

"The Mistress has a sister!?!", Jessie exclaimed and Travis nodded.

"She does now. Her sister is younger, and instead of having long dark hair,
she has long blonde hair, and the Mistress describes her sister as pretty much
the happiest most positive person she knows."

Jessie twisted up her face and Travis' grin broadened into a smile. "Yes, you
inspired her. I'm still fleshing some things out, but she does rib her sister
about how she treats her captives. Although occasionally she goes down into
her sister's lair and has some fun with the captives. She just doesn't beat
them or whip them or anything like that."

"So the Mistress let's her sister go have fun with her pets?"

"It's not so much a let thing", Travis said. "Her sister, Samantha, is pretty
much as strong as the Mistress, and her body is every bit Eleanor's equal.
They even workout together occasionally. When they test their strength,
sometimes one wins and sometimes the other wins."

Jessie rubbed her chin and nodded. "So why doesn't she live in the family's
big manor house?"

"She lives in London, handling the family's business empire."

"Okay", a skeptical Jessie said. "And what about their relationship?"

"They're very close even though they're opposites. The Mistress is going to be
really happy to see her. As a matter of fact, Sam's pretty much the only
person the Mistress ever hugs."

Jessie grinned. "OK. That's not bad. So have you actually written her into the
story yet?"

Travis shook his head. "No, not yet. I'm still trying to nail down her look
and stuff."

Jessie was silent for a moment. She knew what she wanted to say, but her mind
put up a wall. She'd been treading water with Travis for the last few hours,
and she was tired of staying the same place. It was time to swim upstream if
she had to. "So you need a bit more inspiration?", she asked.

Travis shrugged. "It's like that sometimes. I just want to get a clear picture
of the character in my head. That way I'm always describing the same person
every time I write about them."

"Oh, okay. Well I've got a good idea."

"What's that?", Travis asked and then wondered how in the world he'd been so
dense.

Jessie stood up from the sofa, spread her arms out then flexed her biceps.
Watching her arms thicken and swell and firm up was like watching the juiciest
most choice fruits ripen in time lapse. The striations started showing as her
biceps reached about half height. They kept getting thicker and higher as her
forearm came up. When her arm was about halfway up it looked like her biceps
would eat up all the room, but her arms kept rising. Her triceps expanded as
well, even more than her biceps, he noticed with no small amount of wonder.
Her lats flared a bit too and so did her traps as she reached the extent of
her flex. She looked at her arms like a mother proud of her children.

"You're the writer here, but why can't you just describe these?"

Travis stood up from the seat slowly, his head spinning a little and his mouth
suddenly dry. "I'm good", he said. "But even I can't describe these", he said
as he admired the shape and the strength coming off of her. His hands came up
like he wanted to touch them, but he didn't. Instead his fingers just
twitched. "They are perfect."

Jessie's flex faltered and she let her arms drop to her sides. "Nothing's
perfect", she declared which made Travis smile.

"So, why don't you flex again and I'll see if I can find some flaws."

Jessie started to raise her arm, but Travis stopped her. "All joking aside,
why don't you just flex one arm? Two arms make me feel ready to pass out."

Jessie laughed. "Maybe I like you better when you're barely conscious."

"Okay then. Flex away!"

"It had to be some fuckin trick!", Mickey told KC for the hundredth time.
"There is no way that bitch was that strong. No fucking way!"

KC shook his head. "I had my arms around her. You didn't. Her body was harder
than concrete."

"Look man. She kicked our asses, however she did it. I'm just saying that she
must have had something to weaken us. A chemical or something."

KC shook his head harder as he leaned down to pick up his beer. "You're
crazy."

Mickey jumped up from the stool he was sitting on walked over to the massive
stone ball sitting near a concrete wall. He bent down and carefully wrapped
his long arms around the biggest stone and lifted it. He didn't grunt or
strain like a guy in one of those strongman contests would. Instead Mickey
hefted the sphere to his chest where he changed grips, working his right hand
to the bottom before pressing the ball straight up over his head. "You see
this? I'm not weaker than normal now", Mickey exclaimed.

"You weren't weaker then", KC tried to reason with him. "None of us were."

"We had to be!" Mickey's ego just wouldn't allow him to believe it. "Nobody's
that fucking strong!"

"She is", Tammy put in as she walked out wearing only an oversized white
nighty. "I felt her strength first hand." Tammy's voice didn't have its usual
authority as she spoke. The two guys almost sensed admiration mixed in with
the anger. "She's the strongest person I've ever come across."

"Bullshit!", Mickey said. "There's no way she's stronger than you ... THAN
BRASSY!!"

Tammy grinned. "I just fucked Brassy unconscious because I hadn't had any in
nearly a month. He was game, but he ain't me. I could fuck the both of you
into comas too if I wanted, and she'd still be stronger."

Mickey huffed and put the stone back down. KC chuckled. "Mickey thinks she had
something ... a chemical ... that made us weaker when we fought."

Tammy laughed. "Whatever you're smoking Mickey, you need to stop", she said
and walked over to the massive stone he'd just picked up. She bent down a
little and pressed her chest against the stone before spreading her arms
around the stone as far as they'd go. They barely made it to the sides, but
she stood up with the stone anyway. She shifted it once or twice before
spreading her legs. The two guys heard Tammy take in two quick sharp breaths
before her muscles flexed like fucking bunker busting bombs.

The once loose nighty was sucked tightly to her expanding muscles. Her body
shook and so did the concrete they were standing on as Tammy's muscles started
to vibrate. Loud cracks echoed before the first chunk of stone fell to the
ground between her feet. She bore down, her cheeks trembling a bit and her
skin flushing red. More veins appeared on her exposed arms and along her back
and shoulders. The nighty ripped as her lats got so damned wide that the once
loose garment couldn't hold her any more. Just then the stone in her arms
shattered into a thousand pieces.

"I was strong enough to do that the night we fought that bitch, and she still
bested me", Tammy said, not even winded in the least. "You're a fucking idiot
Mickey. That bitch picked up a fucking car and smashed it into Brassy's head.
More than once! How do you think she could knock out that blockhead. No, we'd
need a plan to deal with her."

"So that's it. She's just too strong!" Mickey threw his hands up and walked
away.

"I said we'd need a plan. If we saw her again we couldn't just come at her
piecemeal. But, I've got a better idea."

"What's that?", KC asked then let out a loud burp.

"We might not ever see that bitch again, but I bet we can find that dipshit
that started the whole thing and get a little payback against him."

"Now that's a fuckin good idea", KC agreed and so did Mickey. "We'll put the
word out and have all the bikers in town looking for his ass."

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