The Encounter
By Intenseman



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


I work in an adult night club.  In fact I am the most popular dancer in the 
most exclusive club in the city.  And most could understand why.  I am a 
natural blond.  I am 5'9" and I weigh a lean 125lbs.  My measurements are 
38DDD-22-36.  I have incredibly long legs and blue eyes.  I drive most of 
the men wild.  I guess that's why I am pulling in an average of $2,000 a 
night.

Every Tuesday we have an amateur contest for girls who want to be dancers.  
Most of the time, its a real joke.  The girls that come in are sleezy 
looking.  But for some reason it really packs in the men.

Last Tuesday night was a night I will not soon forget.  The way it usually 
works is the regular girls dance until around 10:00pm.  Then they will have 
the girls who are here for the amateur contest start dancing.  I arrived 
late that night.  It was a little past 10:00pm and the amateur contest had 
already started.  Its a big club and I noticed there was a crowd at the main 
dance floor.  Evidently there was a woman that was getting alot of attention 
from the men who were packed in many to see me.  I decided I would take a 
look for myself.

Let me say this right up front.  I am a straight female.  I know a lot of the 
dancers in here are bisexual.  I, until last Tuesday night had never had a 
bisexual encounter.

I got to the front of the club and got a look at what all the interest was 
about.  On stage was the most muscular woman I had ever seen.  She was all 
muscle.  Except for her breasts which were huge.  They looked twice as big 
as mine.  As I watched her dance I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  She 
had bright red hair.  She had exotic looking eyes.  Her shoulders were 
incredibly muscular.  Her arms were the biggest I had ever seen.  They were 
much bigger than the biggest bouncer here, as were her thighs and calves.  
Her abs were so cut I didn't think anyone could be so muscular.  She was 
also very vascular. And her breasts. . .they must have been 60FFF's.  They 
stuck straight out.  I felt a tingle in my pussy area.  I also noticed I was 
extremely slick.  I walked over to her and took a dollar out of my wad to 
hand it to her.  She jumped up to the pullup bar and began doing one armed 
pull-ups.  The men in the place went wild.  Each pull-up her body would 
flex.  She was incredible.  I counted 25 one arm pull-ups and then she 
switched arms and did another 25 with the other arm.  She jumped down from 
the bar and she started collecting the money the men had thrown on the dance 
floor.  Then she noticed me. . .standing there staring at her.  She strolled 
over to me and I could feel my nipples harden.  She must of noticed because 
she gave me a sexy wink.

"Hello there!  That for me?"  she asked.

"I don't know what is happening to me. . .you really have me turned on," I 
said.

"No silly. . . not your excited nipples. . .the dollar," she smiled.

"Oh yes. . .I am so embarrassed.  Yes . . .it is for you.  I am acting like 
most men act to me.  It is so embarrassing,"  I said.

"Don't be embarrassed.  I have this affect on most people.  My boyfriend can 
hardly speak when I start flexing and dancing for him," she said.

"So you have a boyfriend?"  I asked.

"Yes. . .he is a cute, precious guy.  He gets really turned on when I 
demostrate my strength for him," she said.

"You mean like you did with the one armed pull-ups?"  I asked.

"Yes. . .and when I use his body as my sex toy. . .that drives him wild.  
Let me ask you something. . .you seemed disappointed that I had a boyfriend. 
. .is that true?" she asked.

"Well. . .I don't know. . .I have always considered myself straight?  But 
you really turn me on," I said.

"My name is Bonnie.  I will come see you when my dance is over honey," she 
said.

She danced another 2 songs and she must have collected over $500.  I knew if 
she were to start dancing here she would soon be the biggest earner.  But it 
didn't bother me.  She turned me on so much.  She walked down the steps and 
started walking over to my table.  She didn't get very far.  Men kept 
talking to her.  She made all of the men look so small.  She was so muscular 
but she was also so tall.  She finally got to my table and I stood up to 
shake her hand.  She was huge.  I stood up and realized that even in my 5" 
heels, my eyes were level with her breasts.  She took my hand and kissed it 
gently.  Her hand was beautifully manicured but it was huge.  I could feel 
the strength coming from it.

"I am 6'8" in my barefeet.  Makes me about 7'2" in these heels. . .I know 
what you are thinking. . .I weigh 275lbs.  And I know I don't look like it.  
But my muscles are so dense and thick.  And I am extremely strong.  I have 
seen that look before," she said.

And she was right. . .she had read my mind.  She went on to tell me that she 
was in to bodybuilding and powerlifting but not competitively.  She said 
that most judges would score her poorly because she was so large.  As well 
chatted I realized that I was getting the seat so wet as I sat there in my 
thong.  She was driving me wild.  Then she floored me.

"My boyfriend is out of town tonight.  Would you like to come over and have 
a drink with me?"  she asked.

"YES! I would love to!!"  I said embarrassed at how eager I sounded.

We went into the dressing room and we both put on our street clothes. I 
tried not to stare at her but she looked so unreal.  She came over and took 
my hand and led me out to her car.  It was a Jag.  She could hardly fit in 
it.  She looked so funny at the wheel.  We got to her place and she opened 
the door.  As soon as we were inside I felt myself leave the ground.  She 
had picked me up and I was staring into her eyes.  She held me a good foot 
off the ground and then she kissed me passionately.  My pussy was throbbing. 
  She tore my blouse off and began sucking on my breasts.  She carried me 
into the bedroom and laid me on the bed.  She began removing her clothes.  I 
couldn't believe this was happening to me.  She stood in front of the bed 
with her hands on her hips.

"Remember that one night stand you had about two weeks ago?" she asked.

"What?  What are you talking about?" I said.  I was so horny.  I just wanted 
to kiss her so badly.  I began to think back.  I had met this really cute 
guy at the club about 2 weeks prior to this.  He had been there for a 
bachelor party.  He was so good looking.  I decided that I could easily 
seduce him.  He told me that he had a girlfriend that he really loved and 
that he thought was the most incredible woman.  I decided that I would get 
him drunk and then I would get him in bed.

"That was my boyfriend. . .you got him drunk and then you made love to him.  
I just wanted you to see how it feels.  Its funny.  I didn't have to do 
anything to get you in bed.  I am so hot.  You want me so badly.  The funny 
thing is you are so scared right now too. . .aren't you?"  she asked.

"You mean you are his girlfriend?  He was crazy about you.  Oh my gosh.  
What are you going to do to me?  Yes. . .I. . .am . . .scared," I said.

She bent down and did things to me that I never knew were humanly possible.  
Sexual things. . .not brutal things.  She would kiss me here and touch me 
there. . .nibble here and nibble there.  She would lift me up over her head 
and kiss me. . .she literally drove me wild.  I must have climaxed over 30 
times. . .then she told me to get dress. . .

I got into her car without saying a word to her. . .finally when we were 
back at the club I asked,  "Why did you do that?  I thought for sure you 
were going to beat me up."

"That would have been the easy thing to do.  Don't you see what I have done 
to you?  You want me like you have never wanted anyone.  But you can never 
have me again.  I won the contest tonight.  I am coming to work here 
tomorrow.  Not because I need the money.  Because I am going to put you out 
of business.  All of the men who wanted you to dance for them will want me 
to dance for them instead.  And the few who may choose you over me. . .I 
will intimidate them. . .scare them away from you," she said.

Here I sit.  Its been a week.  I can't stop thinking about her.  The word is 
she made $5,000 last night.  I made $50.  And that's only because she didn't 
see me dance for him. . .what am I going to do now?

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