The Bartender (part 2)



Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material that is not suitable for 
children under 18.

My heart was pounding in my chest.  I didn't want to stare at her as she was 
driving but SHE was driving me wild.  The blond amazon of my dreams was 
driving on our first date.  Everything about her was big and powerful 
looking.  Her arms were so gigantic. . .was she as strong as she looked.

"What are you thinking?"  she asked.

"Do you really want to know?"  I responded.

"Only if it is positive.  I have known many men who thought they liked 
really strong women but actually became too intimidated around me.  Tell me 
you are not too intimidated by me."  she said.

"Actually Sarah, I am totally turned on by you.  Everything about you turns 
me on.  You height, your beautiful face, and your incredibly huge, muscular 
body.  But are you really strong?"  I asked.

"Awe yes. . .Jack told me how you fantasized about a really strong woman.  
He said that you wanted a woman who could protect you.  Mike, honey, I am 
strong beyond your wildest imagination.  And yes, sweetie, I could protect 
you. . .believe me.  When we arrive at the restaurant, I will give you 
alittle demonstration."  she said.

Alright!  That's what I wanted.  I wanted to see how strong she really was.  
She placed her huge, strong hand on my leg and began rubbing it.  I had an 
incredible hard on caused by her.

She noticed and said, "I see I turn you on.  I am very glad I do.  But if 
you are this turned on by just being beside me, I hope you will be able to 
handle my demonstration."

We arrived at the restaurant but we parked way out in the parking lot. I 
wondered why she was parking so far away.  Then I realized she wanted to 
show me how strong she was.  She got out of the car and came around and 
opened my door.  That really surprised me.  I wasn't used to being treated 
like the woman in the relationship.

"You wanted to know if I could protect you?  I want you to pretend that you 
are a mugger.  I want you to jump out from behind this car and try and mug 
me.  Try and get me on the ground and take my purse away.  You won't be able 
to, of course, but that is something you will have to experience." she said.

"Sarah, I know you are very big and very strong.  But I am afraid I might 
hurt you just the same."  I said.

"Try this then.  I want you to try and hit me as hard as you can in the 
face."  she said.

"Hit you in the face?  Sarah, I couldn't.  I might hurt you," I said.

"Humor me, sweetheart,"  she said.

I didn't really want to hit her but she kept insisting.  So I took a half 
swing at her.  She easily blocked my punch.  So I took another swing at her 
face.  Again she easily blocked my punch.  I finally took the hardest swing 
I possibly could at her beautiful face.  On anyone else this punch would 
have knocked them out.  But Sarah did the most incredible thing.  She caught 
my fist in her left hand like a baseball just inches from her nose. Then she 
squeezed my hand and the next thing I knew I was on the ground in extreme 
pain.  She immediately let go of my hand and picked me up and began to kiss 
my hand.

"Now do you want to try and see if you could mug me?"  she asked.

"Ok.  I will give it a try,"  I said.

I crouched behind her car and waited for her to come by.  When she was right 
beside me I lept at her and tried to tackle her above the waist. It was like 
I hit a brick wall.  She started laughing so hard.  So I grab her in a bear 
hug.  My arms didn't even make it half way around her and I tried to lift 
her off the ground.  It was like I was trying to lift an oak tree.  She 
didn't even budge an inch.  In fact, she was still laughing.  She shrugged 
her arms and I found myself on my rear. She had thrown me about 10 feet with 
the slightest effort.

"You are so cute.  But this is kind of ridiculous, honey.  I have taken on 
20 men at once at least your size many times in my job and easily defeated 
all of them.  Are you beginning to see my abilities or would you like a 
demonstration of my strength,"  she asked.

"I would love a demonstration of your strength,"  I said.

"Let's go over to that phone booth," she said.

We walked over to the phone booth and I thought she must be going to rip the 
phone book in half.

"See if you could lift this booth," she said.

I grabbed the phone both in a bear hug and tryed to lift it.  I could only 
move it a few inches.

"Watch this lover-boy," she said.

She placed one hand on the phone booth and tilted it slightly.  She placed 
her other hand underneath the phone booth and the next thing I knew she was 
doing one arm presses with the both in her left hand.

"Did you ever think you would go out with a woman who could do this, sweety? 
she asked.

"Wow!  Is that hard for you?  You don't even look like you are struggling," 
I said.

"Are you kidding?  This is like you lifting a quarter.  Would you like for 
me to lift you over my head?"  she asked.

"I would love that!"  I said.

Next thing I knew she was pressing me one handed over her head.

"Don't you think someone as strong as me could do some interesting things to 
pleasure you?"  she asked.

To be continued. . .