The Escort By Intenseman Disclaimer: This story contains adult material not suitable for children under 18. I am in sales for a major chemical company. Every 3 months we have to attend a sales meeting. Because our company in so large, all the sales reps have to share a room. This particular time I was sharing a room with a new guy named Ted. I had just gotten in from dinner on the first night of the meeting. Ted was not in. I figured he was out partying which is what most of the guys were into. I was scheduled to do a big presentation the next morning so I decided I would watch a little T.V. and then go to bed. I was just about to get ready for bed, when the phone rang. "Hello there cutie, can I come up?" said the voice on the phone. It was a very deep sexy voice. Deep like a man. Sexy like a woman who could work for a 900 phone service. "Who is this?" I asked. "I am the special woman from the service you ordered for some company tonight," she said. "Oh. . .there must be a mistake. I didn't order any company for tonight," I said. Must be my room-mate I thought. I had heard he was a wild guy. But ordering a prostitute. My gosh. That was so sleazy. "Is your name Ted?" she asked. "No. I am sorry. My name is Jason. My roommates name is Ted. But he is not in. I am so sorry for the inconveniance," I said. "You are very sweet. I do have a problem though. I took a cab over and was expecting to get paid. Now since your roommate stood me up, I have no cab money," she said. "I am so sorry. Why don't you come up to the room and I will give you some money for a cab," I said. I felt like it was the least I could do. But I have to admit I was somewhat curious. I had always imagined prostitutes as being very cheap looking. But she didn't sound cheap looking. In fact she sounded very classy looking. Her voice was so sexy. I gave her my room number and she said she would be up in a few minutes. Then she said something that floored me. She said, "Your roommate has different tastes in women. He likes his women big and strong. I didn't want to scare you." Then she hung up. Big and strong? Yikes. I have always fantasized about meeting a big, strong, muscular woman. What did she mean big and strong? I was soon to find out! A knock came on the door. I looked out the peep whole and I was staring chest level at what appeared to be a woman in an overcoat. I had a quick thought that this was odd, that the peep whole must make her appear larger than she really was. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. In front of me stood this incredibley tall woman. I am 6'2" and she had aleast 6" on me. I looked down at her feet expecting her to have on 6" heels. She was in flats. She had a duffle bag over her shoulder. I noticed also that she had incredibly large shoulders. That was all I could really tell about her body. Everything was covered by the extremely large overcoat. "Come in. . .I am sorry. . .I just didn't realize you would be this tall," I said. "That's why I warned you sweetheart. I get this reaction everywhere I go. Especially when I am showing off my body like I was going to do tonight," she said. She came into the room. I noticed she had to duck to get under the door frame. She put her duffle bag down and offered me her hand. She had beautifully manicure nails painted bright red. I placed my hand in hers and immediately felt embarrassed. I had never held a woman's hand that was so large. She had veins popping out all over it. Then she squeezed my hand and wow did it hurt. "Ouch!" I said. "Oh dear. . .I am sorry. I just forget my own strength sometimes," she said. She gently began rubbing my hand and then kissed it. Again I was embarrassed and I felt my loins stur just abit. "I am sorry about my roommate. That was a rotten thing to do. How much money do you need for a cab ride?" I asked. "You are really very nice. Not many people would be so nice. I have an idea. Would you like to go out? I will show you the city. And then you could drop me off at my place when we are through. How does that sound?" she asked. "I had never been with a pros. . .escort before. I don't know." I said. "This would be a date. Not an official job for me. Just treat me like you would any woman that you would go out with on a first date. Sound fair? My name is Janice by the way." she asked. "Alright. Sounds great Janice!" I said. She smiled and said, "Your roommate wanted me to show off my body. I have on a mini and a tank top under here. I also have some 6" heels in my bag. But again I have to warn you, I am not your normal woman. I am extremely large and muscular. I could change if you would like and put on something alittle more modest." She took off her over coat and placed in on the bed. Again I was shocked. I had never seem anyone as muscular as she was,male or female. Her body pulsated with power. "My gosh. You look incredible," I said. "Hmmm. . .so you like big strong women also. . .like you roommate I see?" she said. I blushed and said, "Actually I have always dreamed about meeting and marrying a woman like yourself. I work out at the gym and most of the fitness types go for really big bodybuilder types." "I take that to mean you always wanted to go out with a woman bodybuilder? Well. . .I am alot bigger than most male bodybuilders. And alot stronger than all of them," she said. I took this moment to look Janice over. She was ripped all over. Her biceps were huge. I could see her abdominals through her tank top. Her quads were unbelievably huge as were her calves. And her breasts, they sat up on what appeared to be an incredibly muscular chest. But she appeared to not be wearing a bra. And they stood straight out. She made Dolly Parton look flat chested. "Janice. I have never seen a woman like you. Do you mind if I ask how big you are?" I asked. "Not at all sweetie. I have a tape in my bag. Why don't I let you measure for yourself?" she asked. "Really?" I asked. "Yes. . .really, cutie," she said. She handed me the tape and my hands were shaking. She flexed her bicep and it exploded into the largest bicep I had ever seen. I struggled to get the tape around it. Wow! It measured 27"! Next I measured her forearms. . .19". Her quads were 38" and her calves were 20". Her chest was an unbelievable 70". By this time I was extremely hard. She noticed and seem to like my reaction to her body. "Let me see your muscles," she said. She began to measure me and I immediately felt very inadequate. My biceps were 15". . .my forearms 12", my chest 46" and my quads 25" and my calves were 15". "How much do you weigh, Jason dear?" she asked. "I weigh 185lbs. I am 6'2" tall," I said. "You are very cute! I like my men just like you. I love showing off my body to men who appreciate it. And I have to admit I have never met a sweeter man than you. But you might want to sit down darling. For I am 6'8" barefoot and I weigh 325lbs. All of it is muscle as you can see. . .well except for my breasts. My last boyfriend was about your size. So don't feel bad honey. I don't date a man for his muscles. I date him for his personality and heart. I can see you have a wonderful personality and heart. And I am going to show you the time of your life tonight, my dear," she said. "You mentioned you were strong? Are you really strong?" I asked. "I am stronger than you thought a woman could ever be. Let's just leave it there. Men like you can handle my muscles but when they find out about my strength, they seem to get very intimidated," she said. "Are you as strong as you looked?" I asked. "Oh dear. . .I am much stronger than I look," she said. She excused herself to the restroom and I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. I was going out on a date with my fantasy woman. She opened the door and out came this sex goddess. She had put on the 6" heels. She stood there standing 7'2" tall. She took me by the hand and she lifted me up and kissed me on the lips. She held me on her hip like I was a child. She picked up her purse and carried me to the door and opened it. There stood Ted with his mouth agast. She was still holding me on her hip. I was somewhat embarrassed to be held this way. She put me down and looked at Ted. "You must be Ted. I am Janice. You were not here so your roommate was nice enough to have me up," she said. "Hi Janice. . .I am sorry to stand you up. But the night is still young. You are better looking that I ever imagined!" Ted said. "Sorry pal. I am off for the evening. I have a real date with your sweet roommate. I have the feeling this is the beginning of a very serious relationship," she said. She placed her hand on my butt and lifted me up to her lips again, one handed this time. I couldn't believe her strength! "You are mine cutie! Get ready for the night of your life!" she said. To be continued. . .