THE PROMOTION By Kandor This story is one I'd done years ago for Cavalier under the name Phil Winston. Some may remember it, others may be reading it for the first time. Either way, enjoy... It's tough to work with a hard-on all the time and in the world of stiff dicks, Cathy is what you'd call a carrier. Her desk is across from mine in our office and every time the powerful little 20-year-old redhead gets up to go to the copy machine, she crosses my line of vision, drawing my eyes away from my work and my mind to anything but. Cathy's no raving beauty but she is mighty damn cute. She stands a little over five-feet tall and must weigh no more than 110, I guess, all of it packed just right and so deliciously tight on short, sturdy limbs. With her stylishly cropped, dark red hair, pale skin and pretty, freckled face, shit, she looks like somebody's little tomboy sister. Somebody's little sexy-as-hell little tomboy sister. But it's those damn legs that get to me every time she moves. Cathy dresses to kill, particularly when it comes to highlighting her short, power-packed legs. She's got calves like a sprinter and when she moves across the room, they bubble and boil under her white, freckled skin like smooth-pumping muscular pistons. The other day she wore a short black dress and matching high heels and by the time she hit the copy machine for the 10th time that morning, she was giving me a boner that just wouldn't quit. Then it hit me why: The night before, I'd caught one of those silly, glitzy all-girl TV wrestling shows where you see a lot of tit and butt but little true wrestling. And if it wasn't for this one gal, I'd have hit the sack as soon as I started. Now I'm a leg man from way back, and this gal, billed as "Legs Diamond," had all the right stuff and did all the right things with them to live up to her name. Every time she got near her opponent, she went after her with those short, thick legs, capturing the over-matched girl in all kinds of sexy head- and body-scissors, each one a grinding and painful affair, bringing the girl to the verge of a teary submission before letting her go to do it all over again. She was a short girl, thick in the legs, pretty in the face and with a pale body covered by a sexy blanket of freckles. Just like Cathy. The resemblance was striking. So when I saw Cathy at work the next day, visions of Legs Diamond danced in my head. An, I dreamed, on it. There was something about being on the receiving end of all that sexy leg action that looked like it must might be fun. Or so I thought. I'm not a guy with a lot of balls, but a fair amount of imagination and decent looks. I wanted to put it to Cathy, or rather, have her put it to me, but I knew if I actually brought up the subject of her drumming me into sexy submission with those fantastic legs of hers, I'd end up looking like an asshole and have no more chance of fucking her than would the fat mailroom clerk who worked downstairs. So I pussied out. With me dirty little mind racing and a dick getting harder with every word, I composed the following letter to Cathy - anonymously: "I'm not saying who this is because of the rather unusual request I'm about to make. I want you to play lady wrestler and kick my ass, in a sexy and unique way I think you'll find most pleasurable. Cathy, I want you to squeeze me into submission again and again with your powerful legs. I know you're small, but Christ, you're solid as a rock and have the nicest pair of legs I've ever seen, particularly your meaty, muscular calves. I know you could do it. "You could wear something sexy, like a black, one-piece body suit, which would show off your fine white skin and those incredibly sexy freckles to perfection. Topped off with short black socks, those black leather lace-up shoes you have and maybe a black headband, shit, you'd be hotter than a city sidewalk at high noon in the dead of summer. "Then maybe we could find a private wrestling ring and go at it. I'm telling you, Cathy, I wouldn't even put up a fight, I'd be all yours. First you could level me with a flying drop-kick, then wrap me up in a crushing bodyscissors. I'd give up quick and then you could pull me into a straight headscissors, stuffing my head into your hot crotch and just lathering it with your thick thighs. "I swear, Cathy, with legs like yours all you'd have to do is squeeze me silly for about 30 seconds and I'd be begging for mercy. You could ask me to give up, but I wouldn't even be able to hear you, my ears would be packed so full of your thick thighs. Then you could put me in other scissors, too, like with your fantastic calves on my neck. "After than, you could use me as your own personal sex slave, to have and to hold, any way you want. I'd do anything for and to you, Cathy. Anything!! Think about it. Your very own scissored sex slave. I'll be in touch." By the time I finished writing, I was sweating and it took 10 minutes to think down my hardon so I could get up and drop the letter through the in-house mail slot. She got it later that day and I watched her read it. At first her face grew red, either from anger or embarrassment, but then it gave way to curiosity. Smiling slightly, the look switched to downright pleasure as her eyes glazed over and her hand snuck under her desk. I was nearly home. I figured I'd drop a few hints, maybe lay claim to the letter and soon, those legs would be mine. Or better yet, I would be theirs. Ten minutes later, my phone rang. "Hi," I answered. "Can I help you?" "You sure can," a sexy female voice cooed. "Wanna be my scissored sex slave?" My eyes shot to Cathy. She was on the phone, smiling. Right at me. "What's wrong?" she asked. "dontcha hear so good? you'll hear even less with your ears packed full of my thick thighs!!" My mouth fell open. I stared at her, unable to speak. "I recognized your handwriting, asshole," she growled. "No wonder you're going nowhere in this company, you're as subtle as a train wreck." That hurt. I WAS going places. Or at least so I thought. "I got a deal for you," she said evenly. "I want that promotion we're both up for and I'm gonna get it. If you don't back out, I'll show this letter to the boss. You think they're gonna give a high-level promotion like that to a pervert?" I couldn't answer. I was stunned. "Be at my place tonight at 10," she hissed before hanging up. "You'll get what you want if I get what I want!" I couldn't believe this. I knew my plan wasn't much of one, but now Cathy threw a major monkey wrench into it. I'd had visions of becoming her boss and doing what male bosses do with pretty young underlings. So did she, apparently. But I wanted that damn promotion. And I also wanted the little redhead to wrestle me senseless. Now I didn't know what the fuck I wanted. She treated me coolly the rest of the day, shunning my attempts to talk things over. When she stood at the copy machine now, she slowly raised up and down on her toes, flexing those bulbous calves right at me, shooting me evil looks over her shoulder. Already, my head began to ache. I stood at her apartment determined to work things out, but I soon learned, not nearly as determined as Cathy. She answered the door in a long black robe and black headband. "My color, right?" she laughed. "Or is that your color?" "Cathy, let's talk this over," I said. "Maybe I got a little carried away in my letter, but fun and games are over." She bristled. "Fun and games have yet to start, asshole!" I was having a tough time with this. She was so quiet and unassuming at the office and now she was taking over. She shut her door and led me down the hall toward the apartment house gym. When we got there, she unlocked the door. "The gym manager gave me the key so I could use this place for, uh, late night workouts," she sad, adding with a wink. "We got sort of an agreement." She flipped on the lights. Smack dab in the center of the gym was a regulation-sized ring - ropes, turnbuckles, mats and all. I was shocked. "They use I mostly for boxing," she said. "But I also use it for my classes." "Classes?" I asked. "in what?" She jumped over the top rope, stood in the center of the ring, tossed off her robe and said, with an evil smile, "Wrestling!!" My eyes bulged. She had exactly what I described in my letter. Except she looked better than I could have ever imagined. "Oh, yeah," she said, slowly stretching her tight muscles as I waked around the ring, starting at her. "There are quite a few women in this place interested in what I call 'self-defense wrestling'. But once they get into it, it gets, well, more offensive, particularly if they're tangling with gutter slime like you." She was starting to get on my nerves, even as I gawked at those powerful little legs so magnificently framed by her suit, socks and shoes. They looked silky smooth, white as snow, and downright dangerous. Her tightly muscled thighs stretched the leg holes of her suit to the limit and her calves exploded out of her socks. I stepped on the ring apron and leaned on the top rope. "Cathy, give me a break," I said, laughing somewhat nervously. "Sure you got great legs and balls like a bull, but Christ, wrestling? I went along for the gag, but let's get serious now and talk about my promotion." Her dark eyes glowed. "No," she growled, stepping toward me. "Let's talk about MY promotion!!!" Quickly, she grabbed the back of my head and flipped me over the rope and into the ring. I slammed to the mat flat on my back. Picking me up by the hair, she worked a tight side headlock on me, her thick arm digging into my ear, jamming my face into the nylon bodysuit that covered the muscle-laced side of her ribcage. Joining her hands under my neck, she worked the hold like a pro wrestler. To counter it, I stood up straight, figuring since I'm a good foot taller than her, she'd be off the ground and would have to let go. Wrong. As I stood. she jumped into my arms, still grinding the hold. My face was inches from hers as she laughed into it and crunched me again. As I bent my head trying to slide free of that gripping arm, she threw her short legs up and scissored my neck in her capable thighs. We stood still for a second, her iron upper legs glued to my throat. Snapping the hold down, she flipped me over and I crashed to my back, skidding across the mat. She stood in the far corner, laughing. "Let's see, first you said a flying drop kick, right?" she yelled before charging me, full tilt, powered by those thick, pistoning legs. She left the ground running from three feet out and landed the soles of her shoes squarely in my chest. The blow knocked me off my feet and I bounced hard off the turnbuckle. Before I could recover, she did it again, but this time I bounced off and crashed to my chest to avoid a replay. It didn't matter. She was all over me like white on rice. Her hard ass was grinding my spine, she put her feet aside me, cupped my chin in her hands as and rocked me in a brutal camel clutch. "This wasn't in the script, but please allow me to improvise!" she growled as she punished me. I must have submitted a dozen times but she just kept the torture up until she nearly snapped me in two. When she finally let go, she rolled me over between her legs and locked them tightly around my waist. "Then you said something about a crushing bodyscissors, I believe," she hissed, painfully following the description in my letter that I was now very sorry I'd written. I'd been between a woman's legs countless times but never like this. For one thing, I was facing the wrong way. For another, it hurt like a bastard. Cathy's compact thighs were grinding my sides, pinching my guts, bending my ribs. My hands pawed vainly at the locked wedge of her socked ankles. I couldn't eve get a hand between her muscled calves. "Cathy...please...you're cutting me...in half.." I gasped, unable to breathe from lack of air and the outright pain. "That's the idea!" she growled, reaching forward to twist my arms high up my back for a double hammerlock. "Now, you gonna back off that promotion?" "Please, Cathy," I begged. "Let's...just talk...about...it..." "My legs do my talking for me, asshole, and I guess you just don't hear so good!" she roared. "And remember what you said about hearing worse with your ears packed full of my thick thighs!!" She unlocked her ankles and her legs popped open. I snatched a quick breath before going under the knife of her legs again, this time with my head being taken prisoner by the full angry force of her silky, bursting thighs. She yanked me back into her crotch, just like my stupid letter suggested, and she lathered my head with her unbelievably potent upper legs. "Oh, you just don't know what it does for me to be able to whip a man this way!!" she roared, leaning up on her hands to power down the brutal leg lock. "You know goddam well I deserve that promotion more than you and that I probably wouldn't get it because you're a man and that's the way those assholes at the company think! Well I got my own ways of getting equal treatment," she hissed, thundering those throbbing thighs hard on my crushed skull. "And tonight, you're fucking IT!!!" At least that's what It sounded like she said. But she was right, I could barely hear a fucking thing with my ears of full of her incredibly powerful and undeniably persuasive thighs. I couldn't think straight, which was understandable given the circumstances. But I knew I wanted that promotion. I also knew I didn't want my head cracked open like an egg in the thighs of a lady wrestling teacher. Stars flashed before my eyes as she mounted a steady squeeze. But so did dollar signs that would come with the promotion. I tried the reasonable approach one more time. Big mistake. "Please, Cathy...we...can work...this out...other ways..." I croaked, my trembling hands pawing the thick, meaty, freckled thighs that held me captive. "Oh, you mean the scissored sex slave routine?" she cooed. "Yeah, sure, sounds good to me," I babbled. "Me, too," she growled. "But later. After I kick your fucking ass!!!" I screamed in pain as her thighs swelled with renewed power and completely surrounded my skull. "No," she roared, "we're gonna go this MY WAY! I wanna earn that promotion!!" There was no stopping this girl, but I'd be damned if I'd give up without a fight. Trouble was, I wasn't giving her one. It was too one-sided, all in her favor. Her thighs were her weapons and now she put so much strength into her gruesome headscissors that I was on the verge of passing out. Suddenly, I could breathe again. She'd freed me from her powerful legs and I wasn't about to ask why. Groggy, I got to my feet, my head throbbing, my vision cloudy. She stood in a corner of the ring, smiling and spreading her legs. "Come and get it," she hissed, fingering her pussy through her suit. That's more like it, I thought, tearing my clothes off and staggering toward her, my shameless hardon leading the way. She looked too receptive for me to think it was a trap. But when I got there, she let out a yell, leaned up on the ropes and swung her legs up to meet me. Those thick calves found their target and latched onto the sides of my neck. Crossing her feet behind me, she arched her back and let me have it, full bore. I'd never felt pain like that in my life. The rock-hard muscles in her calves came to life, dancing and rippling and absolutely tearing into my neck. My hands clawed at them and felt iron. The jagged, bursting muscles swelled incredibly and after a few seconds of steady, painful squeezing, they were so pumped with angry power that I could barely fit my hands around each one. "Lights out, asshole," she growled, turning me to the side so those twin tubes of leggy power gripped me around the throat. "When you wake up, you're mine! And so's that fucking promotion!!" IT took 10, maybe 15 seconds for it to happen. She grunted and tightened her choking scissors until I felt my windpipe collapse, all hope of breathing stopped by her crushing calves. As I went under, I dreamed of my neck being caught in an elevator door. The analogy felt all too real. When I awoke, my nostrils were filled with a lightly musky, sweaty odor. Looking up, I saw Cathy's smiling face through the thick frame of her round, rugged thighs. She was sitting naked on my chest, pinning me flat. Slowly, she slide up. "Eat me," she ordered, settling her bright red bush on my face. "Or it's the scissored sex slave thing all over again." This was the part I liked - or thought I would. She stared to grind her hot pussy on my lips and my tongue penetrated deep inside her in eager response. I opened my mouth wide and let her have my best effort, my tongue skewering her fiery love hole, pulling out on occasion to flick around the oily folds of her juicy cuntlips and massager her round clit. She soon came with a vengeance, slamming her squatting thighs brutally hard against my still-sore head, gripping it hard and pulling my squashed face deeper into her hungry snatch. Then she turned around to scissor my face deep into the smooth football-hard orbs of her succulent ass. My nose was buried in the crack of her magnificent butt, my mouth again at the steamy entrance of her pussy. On her end, she took every inch of my engorged cock into her mouth and throat, pounding it with a hand, jacking it into her mouth on the uptake, gobbling it again on the downstroke. Not only did she scissor head like an expert, she gave it as well. I did my best for her in return, stretching my tongue out as far as I could, burying it up her hot hole where she slowly milked it with her cunt muscles. Her thighs continued their angry mission on my punished skull as she slowly, rhythmically pulsated them on me in tune with the hand-blowjob she was performing on my grateful dick. My nuts twitched and were about to give up their load when she released me at both ends. "Not yet, lover boy," she growled, swinging her beefy legs over my waist to settle her scorching snatch on my quivering dick. "I ain't done using you yet!!" I just lay back and let her do it. Actually, I didn't have much choice because if I chose to interrupt her at this point, I feared she'd literally kill me in her powerful legs. She rode me like a bucking bronco. I buried my face in the warm valley of her freckled tits, sucking madly as I reached down to knead the thick white swell of her ass. When she came, she sat up straight, back arched, eyes closed, humping her hips so hard on my dick I thought she'd tear it off at the base. When she was finished, she rolled me to the side and latched her tireless thighs around my waist. Locking her socked calves behind me, she bent and straightened her legs, pounding me with them, urging me on, slapping my ass with her feet. "C'mon," she growled, eyes glazed with pleasure. "Give it up! Give it up NOW!!" I helplessly obeyed as my balls emptied their scorching load. I screamed out loud and came like a fucking stallion, my wad exploding out of my dick deep into her gripping snatch. I've never come so hard in my life and it felt like some vital organ inside me might get sucked along with the blow. When I finished, I lay back, panting. Cathy left her iron legs glued to my sides, slowly pumping a warning scissors on my aching ribs, before releasing me and quietly sliding up to sit near my head, She methodically lifted it and fit her lethal thighs around my neck, gradually tightening them until felt the steely pincers of their inner muscles close my windpipe. "Now," she growled. "Back to my promotion..." The following week at work, Cathy came up to my desk, smiling. Slipping me a note, she walked away toward her new office, her thick calves dancing up and down in bulging balls of rockhard muscle. My neck ached as I watched. The note read: "Be at my house tonight at 10. We'll have to put in a little overtime if we want to land that new contract." What the fuck, I sighed, as my cock started to harden. After all, she is the boss...