The Bodyguard
By M.C.
A large, tough, muscular woman interviews for the job as a bodyguard for the daughter of a very wealthy businesswoman.


Chapter One: The Interview

Crystal Isis gave a good, long look-over at the six foot-two inch, 220 pound
(100 kilogram) muscular woman that was standing in front of her. And only
after admiring her impressive physique for a few moments did the rich C.E.O.
glanced down at her resum�. "I see that in addition to your well-developed
sixteen-inch biceps and being a university champion in both the shot put and
discuss throw, you also hold black belts in several forms of martial arts. Can
you tell me a little bit about that Greta? And I'm also interested hearing
about your obvious passion for bodybuilding. Can you elaborate on that too?
That's quite a well sculpted body you have there."

"Yes, Ms. Isis, and thank you. This body is the result of the countless hours
that I spent weightlifting over many years. I hold black belts in Tai Kwon Do,
Shotokan Karate and judo. My mother wanted me to grow up to be a strong and
self-confident woman; just like she is. So she began to train me in martial
arts at her dojo shortly after I turned four; and I took to it like a duck
takes to water. The body building was my idea however. At first my mother
wasn't too keen on the idea of me being a bodybuilder - you know, muscular and
all that. But eventually she came around to accepting my muscles. And now she
even encourages the females in her self-defense classes to take up
weightlifting as a part of their training."

"Well then Greta, since you appear to be well qualified for the job of being
my daughter Amy's bodyguard, I think it's time that we conducted a little test
of your fighting abilities. Are you ready?" When the muscular woman nodded,
Crystal led her to an adjacent room where three large and tough-looking men
were waiting. "These are my personal bodyguards Greta, and they will be the
ones who will test your fighting abilities." Crystal then pointed over to the
rather small twelve year-old girl that was standing off to the side. "And
that's my lovely daughter Amy, the one whom you'll be protecting if you pass
this test. So, are you ready to begin?" Once again the muscular woman nodded.
"Very well then," Crystal said, "let's begin the test, shall we?"

As they were standing in the middle of a large room, Crystal moved off to the
side to stand next to her daughter while Greta tied her long, pretty blond
hair back into a ponytail. After Greta nodded to Crystal that she was ready,
Crystal signaled for the three big, strong, tough bodyguards to begin to move
towards her - from three different directions at once! But surprisingly, as
they closed in on her Greta made no attempt to defend herself. The muscular
woman simply stood there in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips.
And even more surprising still, Greta actually had a smile on her beautiful
face! Did she know something that the encroaching bodyguards didn't?

WHAM! POW! SMACK! SOCK! When the three large and tough bodyguards came within
her reach, the beautiful blond musclewoman suddenly lashed out them with a
combination of powerful punches that sent them all reeling backwards. Greta
then quickly changed from defense mode to attack mode. CRACK! WHACK! PUNCH!
POW! SLAM! And with a devastating series of punches from her mighty fists, the
powerful woman proceeded to batter the totally outclassed men all around the
room. (Greta can also kick like a mule but she prefers to use her fists during
fights - "A punch in the face is much more personal than a kick," she likes to
say). Greta was so strong that even when one of the bodyguards did manage to
hit her with a solid punch, she just laughed and continued hammering away as
if she didn't feel a thing. (In fact the largest and strongest of the
bodyguards appeared to sprain his hand after he punched Greta in the
shoulder).

"Oh mommy, Greta's wonderful!" Amy said to her mother, who appeared to be
equally impressed by what she and her daughter were witnessing. "She'll make a
great bodyguard for me." Greta even managed to pause briefly during the fight
to smile over at Amy and blow her a kiss while she was battering the
bodyguards all around the room. After only a couple of minutes the fight was
over. Crystal's three tough bodyguards were lying - battered and unconscious

on the floor. Greta on the other hand didn't have so much as a single mark or
scratch on her! The strong woman untied her ponytail and fluffed up her long,
pretty blond hair; then smiled at Amy again and blew her another kiss.

"Oh Greta, you were so wonderful!" Amy exclaimed as she ran from the side of
the room to embrace her new bodyguard (and soon to be her best friend). "You
beat up those three rough, tough men without even getting your pretty hair
mussed. It's just as soft and fluffy now as it was before the fight began!
Tee, hee, hee. Mommy, I really, really want Greta to be my bodyguard. She's
awesome! Totally awesome!"

"And so she will be honey. After what we just saw her do, how could I ever
think otherwise? Greta, you've passed your test with flying colors and I'd be
honored if you took my daughter's safety into your very strong and capable
hands." The two women - each one powerful in their own way - shook hands
sealing the deal. Crystal looked up at the clock on the wall. "Amy, I have a
very important meeting on Zoom in a few minutes which, since I am the owner
and CEO of this company, I can't miss. Why don't you take Greta into your room
for a chit-chat so that the two of you can get to know one another better." As
Amy took her strong, new friend by the hand and led her into her bedroom,
Crystal glanced down at the battered bodyguards who were lying, unconscious,
on the floor. She sighed and shook her head from side-to-side; and then she
walked out of the room.

Chapter Two: Girl Talk

While Crystal was conducting her Zoom meeting on matters dealing with the
large corporation of which she is both the owner and the C.E.O. of, Amy and
Greta sat down next to each other on Amy's bed and engaged in some
lighthearted 'girl talk' in order to get better acquainted. "I so loved the
way you beat up my mom's strong, tough bodyguards Greta; and you even managed
to smile and blow me a kiss during the fight. You're wonderful! Were you
always this strong and tough?"

"Well as I explained to your mother earlier in her interview with me Amy, my
mother wanted me to grow up to be a strong, confident, self-assured female -
someone who can 'take the bull by the horns' so to speak; just like she does.
So she began to train me in the various forms of martial arts that she teaches
at her dojo, starting when I was four years old. I liked it so much and became
so good at it that by the time I was twelve I had already earned my first
black belt - in Tai Kwon Do. And since then I've added two more to my
collection; in Shotokan Karate and judo.

"Now as far as the bodybuilding goes: when I was around ten I saw the Ms.
Olympia bodybuilding contest on television and was so taken with it that, even
though most experts will tell you that girls shouldn't start lifting weights
at that age, I began to do it anyway. And as you can see (Greta flexed her
awesome biceps for Amy to feel), the early start didn't seem to have hurt me
too much, did it? (wink). And like it was with martial arts, I fell in love
with bodybuilding and would often train several hours a day in addition to my
martial arts training. By the time I was thirteen years old my arms measured
twelve inches around; and now they're slightly more than sixteen!

"That's amazing Greta! I'll bet that you were one tough girl growing up. Did
you have to use your strength and fighting abilities a lot when you were
younger; like you did just now when you beat up mommy's bodyguards?"

"Well let me put it to you this way Amy, until all of the bullies at the
schools that I attended over the years - from grade school right up through
college - learned not to mess with me, I did have to punch out quite a few in
order to show them their proper place; which was beneath me (grin). And in
case you were wondering, I've never lost a fight in my entire life. And a few
of them, like the one that I just had, were against several guys at once. And
it wasn't always just about me either Amy. Whenever a guy mistreated one of my
girlfriends I would beat him up and force him to apologize to her. Guys soon
learned, and often the hard way, not to abuse my friends."

Chapter Three: Greta Biggest Fight

Thoroughly intrigued now, Amy asked her strong bodyguard, "What was the
biggest fight that you ever had Greta? The largest number of guys that you
beat up at any one time?" The muscular woman smiled when Amy asked her this
question. Then, after a pause, said, "I once beat up almost my entire high
school football team as well as their coaches one afternoon because they
wouldn't stop bullying the other students after I had politely asked them to
stop. The only players that I didn't beat up that day were the ones lucky
enough not to be in the weight room at the time; I dealt with them later on."

"WOW! You beat up almost your entire high school football team all by yourself
Greta? And the coaches too? That's incredible! I want to hear all about it."

"Well Amy, they were all a bunch of pompous, arrogant and conceited jocks who
thought the world of themselves because they had recently won our city's high
school football championship game. And I guess that after that they felt that
they had the right to bully all of the other students at school. All of the
complaints that I made to the teachers and school staff about their behavior
seemed to fall on deaf ears. Even their coaches didn't seem to want to do
anything about it. And when I met with the head coach of the football team to
complain about the behavior of his players, he dismissed my complaints with a
simple arrogant and chauvinistic, 'Boys will be boys'. Well for me that was
the final straw. That's when I decided to take matters into my own hands; or
in this case my fists (smirk)."

"The next afternoon after classes had finished for the day, and when I knew
that most of the football players would be in the men's weightroom working
out, I walked over there, opened the door and went inside. So that none of the
guys would be able to run away during the fight, I locked the door behind me
after I entered. Walking straight to the center of the weightroom, I put my
hands on my hips and said in a loud and firm tone of voice, 'Your bullying of
the other students in school has got to stop. It's time that somebody taught
you all good lesson in manners; and I'm just the girl to do it'." Greta smiled
at Amy when she recalled what happened next. "And then I proceeded to beat
them all up."

"That's amazing Greta! How many guys were there?"

"I don't know exactly Amy; I didn't count how many there were when I entered
the weightroom. But I'm guessing that, with the coaches and players that were
there, there must have been at least twenty; maybe even a few more."

"WOW! And you beat up every single one of them? Even their coaches?"

"That's right Amy, I beat up every single one of them. I punched out their
coaches because I felt that they were every bit as responsible for their
player's behavior as the players themselves were. As adults, they should have
set an example on how to behave properly; but instead they did the opposite.
So why should I beat up all of their football players but let the coaches off
easy? That didn't make any sense to me. And besides, as that old saying goes,
'the more the merrier'." Greta and Amy shared a girlish giggle after the
strong woman said this; then she continued.

"Shortly before my fight with the football team ended, a funny thing happened.
By then the floor of the weightroom was literally covered with the bodies of
battered football players and their coaches. Only three remained standing and
I had them all backed into one of the corners. Realizing that they were no
match for me, they began to beg and plead for me to show them mercy. Now
remember Amy, these were not your typical high school boys. To the contrary,
they were all large, strong and tough macho athletes who had recently won the
city's football championship. And yet they were almost crying like little
babies, begging me not to hurt them. It was the cutest thing to see; tee, hee,
hee."

"So I said, 'I'd like to take it easy on you boys, honestly, I really would.
But look all around you at your battered friends and coaches lying on the
floor. Do you really think it would be fair to them if I let you guys off
easy? I don't think so. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to punch you boys
out too'. And that's what I did." This was followed by more giggling between
Amy and her powerful bodyguard.

By now Crystal had finished her Zoom meeting and decided to check up and see
how Amy and Greta were getting along. When she approached Amy's bedroom door
(which was closed), the wealthy CEO heard sounds of laughter coming from the
inside. Crystal listened for a few minutes before she decided not to enter.
"Let the 'girls' have their fun," she said to herself. "It's been a hell of a
long time since I've heard Amy laughing like this. In fact she hasn't laughed
like this since Richard's death (Crystal's husband and Amy's father) in that
tragic plane crash six years ago." And as she walked away from Amy's bedroom
door, Crystal thought,

"Maybe this awesome musclewoman is exactly what Amy needed." Meanwhile, back
in Amy's bedroom ...

"After I finished beating up the football team and their coaches Amy, I let
them recover for a few minutes while I untied my ponytail and brushed my hair
(Greta always ties her long, pretty, blond hair into a ponytail when she
fights so her hair won't get into her eyes and distract her). Then I ordered
them all to get up and stand against one of the weightroom walls. Although I
did have to slap a few of the more stubborn ones back and forth across their
faces, I eventually got them to do what I wanted and lined them all up against
the wall."

"Then I grabbed the head coach - the arrogant man who said that 'Boys will be
boys' - firmly by the sweatshirt he was wearing and dragged him over to a
chair that I had placed in the middle of the weightroom. I sat down on it and
yanked the large, tough, macho, chauvinistic man across my knees and pulled
his pants and undies down below his thighs. Then I said in a stern tone of
voice, 'Now as spank your coach, I want to see each and every one of you
looking at me. And if I should catch any of you looking away, I'm going to
spank you too. Is that clear?' Needless to say it was. So with all of his
players and other coaches watching, I spanked the proud, macho head football
coach to tears. And as I did so, I just couldn't resist the urge to say,
'Girls will be girls coachie'." Amy and her huge bodyguard engaged in some
more girlish giggling after Greta said this.

"After I finished spanking the head coach to tears, I gave everyone there a
stern lecture on how I expected them to behave from then on which ended like
this,

'And if I ever hear that you boys are returning to you bullying ways and I
have to come back to teach you all another lesson, I won't be as gentle with
you as I was this time. Is that clear? I hope that it is, for your sakes.'
Well it must have been clear to them Amy, because I never heard of a single
complaint from any of the other students about the football players again."

Greta thought for a moment, then she smiled and added, "Oh, and one more thing
about my little 'encounter' with the football team that afternoon. Before I
left the weight room I walked over to the big, hunky quarterback, who I
thought was a real cutie pie, bent down, lifted him up and placed him over my
shoulder." Greta now began to giggle, "Then I carried him to my home and
forced him to break up with his pompous, cheerleader girlfriend and made him
my boyfriend; tee, hee, hee. And that's just one of the many perks that I
enjoyed by being a strong, tough girl Amy."

"Oh Greta, you're so wonderful! But how can you be so strong and tough with
those football players and their coaches, not to mention my mom's bodyguards,
and yet laugh and giggle like a little girl when you're here with me?"

"I'm as strong and tough as I need to be Amy; no more and no less. It really
all depends on the situation that I find myself in. Why should I act the same
way when I'm here with you now as I did a little while ago when I was mopping
the floor with your mother's rough, tough bodyguards?" Then Greta added with a
grin, "Do you want me to beat you up too? Well then in that case, I guess that
I'll have to be strong and tough again." More giggling between Amy and Greta
followed after the powerful blond bodyguard said this.

"I'm so happy that you're going to be my bodyguard Greta. My mom said that
your room will be right down the hall from mine and you're going to move all
of your stuff here tomorrow." Then Amy got serious. "Will you be my friend too
Greta? In addition to being my bodyguard? I don't really have a lot of
friends; in fact I don't have any friends at all." As Amy seemed to be on the
verge of crying after she said this, Greta wrapped her massive, sixteen inch
arms around the twelve year-old girl (completely engulfing Amy's small frame
as she did so) and gave her a gentle hug. "Of course I'll be your friend Amy.
In fact, I'll be the best friend that you've ever had." Amy smiled and put her
small arms around the massive woman (they didn't reach all the way around her)
and they engaged in a long hug.

Chapter Four: Greta settles into her new home

It had been a week since Greta beat up Crystal's three, tough bodyguards and
was hired to be Amy's protector. The next day Crystal had Greta's stuff moved
over to her large mansion where she'll be living for as long as she remains
her daughter's bodyguard (Greta's room, located next to Amy's, was larger than
her entire previous apartment). Then a day later Crystal fired her three male
bodyguards. "It's not just because you easily battered them all over the place
that I decided to get rid of them," Crystal explained to Greta when she
inquired about why she hadn't seen them around. "They were conceited, macho
men that neither Amy nor I were satisfied with. And besides (Crystal added
with a grin), you're more than capable of replacing all three of them anyway
Greta."

Crystal then paused for a few moments as if she was thinking about what she
wanted to say next - or how she wanted to say it. "Greta," she finally began,
"I have a confession to make; I lied to you last week. I had decided to hire
you as Amy's bodyguard the moment I first laid eyes on you. Your size, your
strength, your awesome arms, your beauty; and even the way you walk and talk
exudes female power and strength. I knew before your fight with my bodyguards
began that you'd have no trouble punching them all out; but I wanted to watch
you do it anyway. I found it kind of erotic, if you catch my drift (wink). I
also wanted my daughter to see what a strong, tough and self-confident woman
can do."

"You see Greta, ever since that tragic plane crash that took my husband and
Amy's father away from us six years ago, she's been depressed - so much so
that I was very worried about her. I may be a billionaire and the C.E.O. of a
large corporation, but I couldn't bare to lose Amy after losing Richard. I'd
be just a rich empty shell of a person. And then one week ago you came into
her life - and what a dramatic change I've seen in Amy's behavior since. Now
she smiles and laughs again; something I haven't seen her do in six years! And
it's all because of you Greta." Then Crystal smiled and added, "I guess that
by allowing Amy to watch how easily you beat up my bodyguards made a very
favorable impression on her."

Crystal looked the large and powerfully built woman that was standing in front
of her directly in the eyes and said, "My daughter Amy was right Greta, you
are indeed wonderful!" And then, without saying another word to each other,
the strong woman and the billionaire C.E.O. embraced in a long and passionate
kiss. As they kissed, Crystal felt herself being lifted off the floor and
gently cradled in Greta's muscular arms. The mighty female bodyguard then
carried her new boss into her bedroom for a long and wonderful night of erotic
lovemaking.