Window of Opportunity
by GJ



Dear readers, This story is purely fictional and any names, locales or
resemblances to people living or dead, is strictly coincidental. Enjoy! GJ

Ok, so u know by now, I am turned on so much by women who can kick my ass.
They have to have huge, hard, well-defined, sexy, take- one- look- and- cum-
in- your- pants muscles, as well. One day, I was having lunch with a colleague
and he mentioned this new place called "The Window Of Opportunity". He went on
to explain, for an exorbitant fee, I could worship the woman of my dreams, and
for an extra hefty tab, she could work me over with her big fists and muscles.
Well, that got me hard as a rock, just thinking about it. You see, I am a dog.
I have this girlfriend named Jacqueline. She is 5'7, 175lbs of solid muscle
and a martial arts expert as well. Facially she reminds me of the sexy
Canadian bodybuilder with the initials KB. So, you might inquire, why do I
need to go elsewhere? It's simple. Horny guys are just like that, right
fellas? So far Jackie( as I call her), has roughed me up a little. She broke
my nose by accident once, by playfully hitting me with a jab to my face. I
bled like a pig, but came in my pants, nonetheless. I was so turned on, but
she was upset, because she said, "I can't beat to a pulp, the man I love." I
would gladly pay her to do so, if I thought it would help.

So here I am, thinking about nothing else, but opening up MY Window of
Opportunity. I got the address from my friend, and decided to visit this
intriguing place, the very next day. Dressing comfortably, I drove to an
upscale neighborhood and parked my car right across from the high rise
building. As I entered, the doorman did his usual thing and for a $20 tip he
buzzed me in. I ascended to the 18th floor and soon found myself in front of a
red door( symbolic, isn't it dear readers?). Ringing the bell, waiting for a
response, I was getting hard just thinking about the whole concept. Just then,
the door opened and I was looking up at one very beautiful, tall, muscular
woman. She told me her name was Gretchen and she was the intake person. As she
spoke she curled a 50lb db in each hand effortlessly. I could see the thin
sheen of sweat dripping down her 18"arms. Ok ok, so I came....shooting goo all
over my Armani trousers. Looking down she smiled and told me about this
service. The initial cost was $1500 and anything special was an added $5000. I
took out my credit card and handed it over easily. She went to a machine, her
powerful v tapered back turned towards me. I could see the sweat on her ass
cheeks, right through her tight white shorts. Oh my God, I was coming again.

After the transaction was finished, Gretchen took me into a locker room. It
was well appointed, decorated minimally in grey and black. In one corner, I
could see a table, with hoses attached. I wondered what this might be used
for, as I changed into a pair of shorts and a white t shirt, provided for me,
as part of the service. I was then escorted to another room. It had bottled
water and a chair that swivelled. What made it so unique was that there was a
huge window, into the other room. I could see weights, and all sorts of
paraphernalia there( black leather gloves, one with small weights sown into
the fabric( like a sap), assorted barbells, dbs- the lightest was 60lbs., a
speed bag, etc.) I was so turned on, well...this was going to be worth every
dollar I spent.

Shortly thereafter, the door in the next room opened. I held my breath for in
walked this walking wet dream. She had on a mask, covering her face. Her
muscles glowed with some sort of oil. She was 5'7, about 180 lbs, with huge
arms( both tattooed with barbed wire). Her thighs were so big, they were
bigger than mine put together. They reminded me of Jackie's legs. Walking up
to the window, my temptress slowly looked at me and studied me carefully. Then
she came closer and pressed a button on her side( only she could control the
window) that separated us. Then she came up so close that I could actually
touch her, and I tried, but she bent my hand back, as if to say, "Don't touch
unless I command you too."Luckily she used minimal force but I was on my knees
anyway. It was strange because she never said a word, yet we communicated
perfectly.

Soon she began to put on a muscle show for me. She began with her biceps. To
pump them up, she began to do curls with the bar, and one 45lbs and 25lbs on
each side(185lbs in total). Her muscles dripped with sweat...oh I wanted to
taste it, lick it up, so badly. Reading my mind she extended her right bicep
thru the window and pointed to it with her other hand. I began to thirstily
lick up all that sweat under her arms, her insanely huge peak, and even the
salty liquid that dripped down to her huge fists. I came again, actually
shuttered as I did, and my Mystery Flexer smiled. Then she switched arms and I
repeated the process just as vigorously. I was so turned on by her muskiness,
it's raw power.

Next she turned and showed me her ass. She bent over and I knew what was
expected of me. I hungrily cleaned her up....licking the crack and then
delving deep inside tasting, enjoying, in ecstacy over her perfectly formed
glutes. I spent several minutes cleaning her up, until she seemed quite
satisfied. I could taste her in my mouth and I savored that richness. Imagine,
eating the asshole of a beautiful muscular woman. (Are you hard yet, dear
readers?).

I continued, when she proffered me one huge quad, thru the window. I held it,
caressed it, and then licked its steeliness, its hardness, its
perfection....her huge, calf too. Soon, her other quad was offered to me. I
began at her toes, sucking each one lovingly...and then licking up the sweat
as it ran down her beefy, hard- as- nails, leg and calf She even had me come
closer, and pointing to the floor, I realized what she was commanding me to
do....Get down on my knees and come closer. I do that, and fast. Soon her
pussy was in my face. Looking up, she nodded once and I began to slowly lick
her, clean her, and drive her wild with my broad, flicking tongue. At one
point she centered her quads around my head as I was bringing her to orgasm.
As I worked I could feel her body sweat dripping down, along with her vaginal
secretions. I lapped it up more and more...shit give me more. Then she came in
a thunderous blast of dripping, scalding, pussy juice. Unfortunately, for me,
she squeezed so hard that I lay unconscious, between her pulsating quads. She
let me drop like a wet sack of potatoes, to the floor.

She seemed concerned that she had killed me. I did wake up about ten minutes
later, finding myself in that chair. As I looked inside the other room, my
Muscle Beauty was now punching the speedbag. Now, this always turned me on. I
got so hard, imagining I was her punching bag, feeling her mallet-like fists
tearing me up inside, rearranging my face into dog meat. Finally she stopped,
when one fast left right combo, exploded that bag into a million pieces.
Turning to me, she seemed happy that I was now awake.

So, now what would be next. I had received the basic show, but what about the
extras I had paid for? I waited, wondering, as My Muscle Goddess looked me in
the eyes, standing there. Then she turned and left the room. I sat there,
feeling somewhat cheated. After all $6,500 is nothing to sneeze at, is it dear
readers? Soon, Gretchen came in to tell me my time was up. I explained
patiently that I had paid for more, I demanded more. Gretchen turned, smiled
and shook her head. Her beautiful blond hair shook with that movement. Then
her fist shot out and it landed on my jaw. I saw stars and spit out three
teeth as the blood dripped down my chin, staining the t shirt and even
further, joining my cum- stained shorts. "You do not demand anything, wimp. We
control you, do you understand. The Muscle Goddess does not wish to beat you
to a pulp, she wants me to. When I finish, you will be unrecognizable. Got
it." I spurted out, But...but...I will pay another $10,000 if SHE does it, go
speak to your boss." Thinking it over, Gretchen measured me for a punch. It
landed in my nose, not breaking it, but causing more blood to spurt out. "You
stay here and bleed, little man, I will see what I can do." Then she was gone.

I waited and waited ,as the blood soaked thru everything. I was getting weaker
by the minute and eventually I passed out. Coming to fifteen minutes later, I
happily noted that MY MUSCLE GODDESS had reentered her room. I spoke, taking a
big chance. "Oh thank you, my Muscle Queen, please beat me to a pulp, show me
your power, destroy me." Looking pitifully at me, (I imagined, she shook her
had in resignation) and making a gesture with her hand to come closer, as if
to beckon me, I staggered over to her. It was then that she punched me
straight on in the face breaking my nose and knocking out all my front teeth.
I flew backwards landing in that chair. I was out cold, and the room was
getting redder by the minute, the floor, the walls and even my Destructoress .

Well I finally got my money's worth. She hung me from her speed bag and broke
my face. She propped me up and broke my jaw on each side by flexing each huge
arm. She blackened my eyes, closing them.... and gut punched me until she
broke me inside. I woke up on that table in the locker room. The tubes were
sucking out all my drippy fluids. Then I passed out again. This time, I found
myself in a hospital bed, my jaws wired shut, all my broken ribs taped, and my
nose and cheek bones reconstructed.

The strangest thing of all, was Jackie sitting by my bed, waiting for me to
awaken. When I did, she rushed over to me and kissed me on the one part of my
body that was not covered in bandages....the top of my head. You might ask,
dear readers...What's so strange about that? Well, I forgot to tell you that
as she turned, she fixed her hair and I could see telltale ,fake, barb- wire
tattoos on her huge, pumped up bis. Perhaps My Window of Opportunity has not
closed after all. One can only hope!