The Bartender



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under 18.


Today was the day of the big contest.  Competitive bodybuilders from all 
over the world were going to be invading this hotel.  I had booked a room a 
year ago for a chance to meet my dream girl.  Since I was young, I had 
always dreamed of meeting a woman who was bigger and stronger than me.  I 
had been an athlete in high school and college.  I had met some woman 
bodybuilders before but had never been on a date with one of them.  So here 
I was, hoping to catch a glimpse of some beautiful, muscular woman.  I had 
sat in the lobby for 3 hours hoping to see my dream girl check in to the 
hotel.  I had seen a beautiful woman check in, but she had on baggy clothes 
so it was hard to tell if she was one of the competitors.

I was getting very thirsty.  I decided to go to the hotel bar for a coke.  I 
walked in and it was fairly dark and mostly empty.  I sat up at the bar and 
I saw the bartender at the other end of the bar with his back to me.  He 
came over and got me a coke.  We began chatting.  He asked me what brought 
me to this hotel.  I don't know why, but I opened up competely to him.  I 
told him that I was single. . .a successful business man.  I was 36 years 
old and never had been married.  I told him that I had always fantasized 
about meeting a tall, muscular woman and falling head over heels in love 
with her and living happily ever after.  We talked almost an hour.  I had 
described to him my ultimate fantasy woman.  Then he said something strange. 
  He told me that he usually wouldn't do this but he told me that he had a 
friend that might be interested in me.  I asked him to describe her but he 
wouldn't.  He told me to come back around 7:00 that night and he would 
introduce me to her.  That might be a conflict though.  The pre-judging was 
starting at 7:00 and I wanted to be there.  What was I going to do.  I told 
the bartender that I really enjoyed talking to him.  He told me to be there 
at 7:00.  He said that I wouldn't be disappointed.

I left and sat in the lobby for a few minutes but didn't see any woman that 
met my fancy.  I went up to my room and ordered room service and took a cold 
shower.  It was no 6:45.  What should I do?  Should I go to the bar or go to 
the contest.  After all, I had waited a year to be here.  I had booked a 
great suite and looked forward to at least watching this contest if nothing 
else.  On the other hand, what did I have to lose?  I could go into the bar 
and meet this woman and be at the contest by 7:05.

I entered the bar right on time.  But what a change.  The place was packed.  
It was happy hour and there were alot of woman in here.  I found a place at 
the bar and took a seat.  My bartender friend saw me and waved.  He was kind 
of busy so I just sat there for a while watching the crowd of people.  I 
felt a tap on my shoulder from behind the bar.  I turned expecting it to be 
my bartender friend.

"Hello,"  the voice said.

I thought to myself, that's not his voice.  It was much deeper.

"Hell. . . .. ooooo." (gulp)  I said.  Standing in front of me was a very 
beautiful woman.  But not only was she beautiful, she was very tall.  She 
was wearing a very baggy white blouse with a bowtie.  It was the same outfit 
my guy bartender friend had on.  But it really looked alot different on her. 
  The fabric seem to stretch at her chest.  Man was she stacked.  I could 
also tell she had very broad shoulders and a much smaller waist.

She smiled and said, "You must be Mike.  Jack has told me about you.  So. . 
.is it true what he tells me about your fantasies?"

I blushed.  I was so embarrassed.  Why had I told this guy I hardly knew all 
this intimate stuff about my fantasies?  I must be crazy I thought.

"Depends on what he told you," I said with a half smile.

"Well. . .he said you seem like a really nice, single guy that could 
probably fall for a girl like me.  He also said you were single, had never 
been married, had a great job and a fun personality," she said.

"That's me. Do you mind if I aske you a question?"  I laughed.

"I am 6'4" and I weigh 345lbs," she said.  "Isn't that what you were going 
to ask?"  she said with a smile.

"Did you say 345lbs?" (gulp) I asked.

"Yes. . .I am kind of a freak of nature.  There are alot of men who are 
attracted to me.  But most of them want to be dominated.  Very few of them 
are cute, honest and looking for a long-term relationship." she said.

My heart was pounding.  She was very large.  I could tell.  But she didn't 
look like she could possibly weigh 345lbs.  But why would she want to lie to 
me?  How much did the bartender tell her?  I didn't even know her name?  
Could she possibly ever be interested in me?  My mind was racing with lots 
of thoughts.

"My name is Sarah, by the way.  It it very nice to meet you Mike," she 
smile.

She stretched out her hand to shake mine.  I placed my hand in hers and 
immediately felt small.  My hand looked like a child's hand in hers.  She 
had beautifully manicure nails painted bright red.  I could tell when she 
squeezed my hand that she was holding back a tremendous amount of power.

"Its. . .its. . .nice. . .nice. . to. . .meet . . .you," I stammered.

"You are cute.  Don't worry.  I won't hurt you silly,"  she said.

"So. . .do you really like strong woman?"  she asked.

I blushed again.  "Yes.  I have really never met my fantasy woman before 
though. . .at least not until now,"  I said.

"You really are cute.  I like the way you blush so easily.  Is it true you 
came here to watch the bodybuilding contest hoping you might meet this 
fantasy woman of yours?"  she asked.

"Yes.  You think I am crazy don't you,"  I said.

"No silly.  If I thought you were crazy I wouldn't have talk to you this 
long.  I also wouldn't ask you out tonight.  That is if you want to go. . 
.you would miss your contest," she said.

"But. . .what about your work?"  I asked.

She blushed, "I wore this just in case I didn't like you, I could tell you I 
had to work tonight.  I don't really work here," she said.

"You really want to go out with me tonight?"  I asked.

"Of course.  I could go change and pick you up in the lobby in an hour.   
How does that sound?" she said.

"How do you want me to dress?  Casual or dressy?"  I asked.

"I would like to take you out to this really nice restaurant and then go 
dancing. . .so you need to wear something dressy," she said.

"OK.  Sounds great." I said.

"Let me ask you a question," she said.  "Do you want me to cover my body 
like I am now or would you like me to show it off for you?"  she asked.

"Are you kidding?  Do you really have to ask that?"  I laughed.

"I have to tell you Mike, I am very, very muscular.," she said.

"I would love for you to show your beautiful body off," I said.

"Alrighty then.  I will see you in about an hour Mike," she said.

I went back to my room and changed quickly and went back down to the lobby 
to see if there might be some woman bodybuilder's getting in late.  I didn't 
see anyone who fit that bill.  Sarah was going to be picking me in a minute. 
  I looked outside where there was a T.V. camera.  All of a sudden there was 
this huge crowd outside.  It looked like they were interviewing someone.  I 
got up to get a closer look and I stopped dead in my tracks.  They were 
interviewing Sarah.  I could tell only because she was a good head taller 
than everyone else.  I couldn't see anything else.

I went outside and she saw me immediately.  She waved me over and told me to 
get into her Mercedes SUV.  I got into her car and I saw the crowd move and 
her door open and in she sat.  The car definitely shifted to the left 
because of her immense weight.  I am a big guy at 6'0 and 225lb but she 
outweighed me by 120lbs.  Sitting next to me was my fantasy woman in the 
flesh.  She had thick, white blond hair.  She had on just the right amount 
of make-up with bright red lipstick.  Her neck looked as big as my thigh.  
She had on a red sleeveless blouse.  My goodness. . .her breasts were 
enormous.  They stuck straight out about a foot in front of her chest.  Then 
I noticed the biggest arms I had ever seen on anyone ever.  They must have 
had 32" biceps.  She had on a short skirt and her thighs were like gigantic 
tree trunks.  Her calves were also very large and ripped.  She also had on 
4" spiked heels making her about 6'8" tall.

"I told you I was very very muscular," she said.

"Sarah.  You are incredibly beautiful," I said.

"You don't find me too muscular?"  she asked.

"NO WAY!  I said enthusiastically.

She laughed.  "Good.  I liked chatting with you in the bar and when Jack 
told me about you I was very excited about meeting you.  I am sorry I led 
you on about being a bartender," she said.

"That's ok. What do you do anyway?" I asked.

"I own an international executive protection business.  I protect people for 
a living," she said.

"So you know how to defend yourself?"  I asked.

"Of course I do cutie.  I am a black belt in 7 different forms of martial 
arts.  Although, I rarely have to use them. I am incredibly strong. I could 
kill or disable most people with just my strength alone. Does that bother 
you?"  she asked.

"Are you kidding?  That excites me. . .would you protect me?"  I asked.

"I would love to protect you.  But who is going to protect you from me?" she 
asked.

I laughed thinking I don't want to be proteced from her.

"What were the reporters asking you?"  I asked.

"They wanted to know who the mystery heavyweight bodybuilder was and I told 
them that I had withdrawn from the contest.  A little white lie but in my 
business I have to be somewhat secretive.  When I am with a client, I never 
dress like this.  But tonight I wanted to sweep YOU off your feet," she 
said.

I blushed again, "You wanted to sweep me off my feet?  I was thinking I 
wanted to sweep you off your feet,"  I said with a laugh.

"I figured it be easier for me to sweep you off your feet than the other way 
around," she said.

So off we drove.  It was to be the most exciting night of my life. . .