The Athletic Director
by M.C.
A day in the life of a woman university athletic director


" Dr. Watson, can I speak with you for a moment ? "

The head of the university's athletic department - who also holds a PHD in
psychology - lifted her eyes up from the financial reports she was studying
and smiled at the large female shot put thrower standing before her. " Why
sure June, what's on your mind ? "

" Well, it's about the use of the weight room I'm afraid; the rest of the
girls asked me to talk to you about it. The agreement you worked out with the
football coach - that the football players can use ours until the renovations
to theirs are completed - seems to be falling apart."

" Is that so. In what way ? "

" Well, we are supposed to have it until 4 p.m. and the boys after that. But
they keep coming in whenever they like and bother us during our workouts. I
know you have many other problems to deal with and we didn't want to bother
you about this. But, with the conference track and field finals coming up next
week, the situation has become untenable."

" No problem June," came the response," that's what I'm here for. Let's go see
if we can work something out, shall we ? "

Dr. Susan Watson rose from her desk and accompanied the track star back to the
women's weight room. When they entered, Susan walked over to the center of the
room where several of the large boys were doing bench presses. " Something
wrong with your watches boys ? " she asked them," it's only 2:30 in the
afternoon. According to our agreement, the girls still have the room for
another 90 minutes."

" We're not bothering them Ms. Watson," Ed Bradley said as he prepared to
begin his set of bench presses, " we're here and they're there."

" But your mere presence in the room is breaking their concentration.
Furthermore, we had an agreement of which you are in clear violation."

Ed, generally considered to be the strongest boy on the football team, began
to lower and raise the bar. " That so," he said, without any further
comment.The other players that were gathered around all smiled.

Susan watched him doing his bench presses and pondered how to deal with this
problem. After he had lowered and raised the bar ten times ( he really
struggled with the ninth and tenth ) Ed returned the weights to it's stand.
Susan looked over at Roy - probably the second strongest on the team - and
asked," and how many can you do ? "

" Not as many as Ed; probably about seven or eight."

Susan smiled at him," let's see then."

Roy lay back on the bench and began to lift. With great effort he got to
seven. His spotters had to help him return the bar.

" How much weight is on that bar ? " Susan asked.

" 300 pounds," Ed replied.

" O.K. boys, tell you what. If I can out lift the both of you - the two
strongest players on the football team - will you then honor your agreement
and only come in here after 4 p.m. from now on ? "

All the football players present began to laugh. How could this five
foot-seven inch woman who weighed, at the most, 150 pounds, possibly hope to
out lift Ed; who stood six-feet four inches tall and weighed probably twice as
much as she did." You have a deal Ms. Watson," Ed smirked.

Susan removed her sweatshirt. There was a murmur among some of the football
players as they noticed, for the first time, just how muscular their 32
year-old athletic director was. She lay down on the bench - her long,
beautiful brown hair reaching to the floor - and grasped the bar above her. As
a crowd of athletes, both male and female, looked on in amazement, Dr. Susan
Watson began to lower and raise the bar with surprising ease. When she reached
seven, Susan paused briefly," that's your amount, Roy...now let's do
Ed's." Gasps were now heard throughout the weight room as Susan continued to
do bench presses without a break. When she got to seventeen she said ," and
that's yours, Ed." For good measure, she added another three to make an it an
even twenty.

" There," she smiled as she returned the bar to it's stand," I hope that
settles the issue of the weight room... again." As the stunned football
players slowly exited, the women athletes cheered. " Way to go Dr. Watson, you
were awesome; totally awesome ! "

" Why thank you June. I was a pretty fair athlete in my day too you know. Now,
you take advantage of this. I expect to see great things from all you girls in
the upcoming conference track and field finals next week."

"Oh don't worry Dr. Watson," June said," you will."

Susan smiled as she walked back to her office; another crisis resolved...and
another one on the way

When she entered her office again Susan was surprised to see Robert Jones
- head coach of the university's men's basketball team - with a worried look
on his face.

" What's up coach ? " she asked pleasantly...intuitively knowing his response
would not be so pleasant.

" It's Jamaal Warren; he wants to enter the N.B.A. draft."

" Hmmm...he's the best player you've got, isn't he ? "

" Yes he is. We've built a team around him for the upcoming season. We now
have a chance to go to the NCAA, but only if he's on the team."

Susan thought it over for a few moments. On the one hand, she knew how
important Jamaal was to the university's basketball team but, on the other,
who was she to stand in the way of his dream..to play in the N.B.A.? " Coach,
level with me...is he good enough to play professional basketball ? "

" He's definitely good, but not *that* good...at least not yet. He needs
another year of college ball to hone his skills; to reach that level. If
Jamaal goes into the N.B.A. now, he'll be mediocre at best - he needs another
year. I'm not saying this because I want him around here for one more college
season; I do. But I've been a college coach for 20 years and my experience has
taught me that he's just not ready yet. I've tried talking to him but he won't
listen to me...perhaps you can get through to him."

Susan pondered this for a minute. " O.K. coach. I won't promise you anything
but I'll try. Where is Jamaal now ? "

" He's probably on the basketball court, shooting around."

" O.K. thanks; I'll see what I can do."

Susan sighed as left her office. As she walked over to the basketball court,
she considered the options available to her - how could she convince a 20
year-old kid who sees millions of dollars flashed before him to play another
year in college ? Both for his benefit and for the university's.

" SWISH ," the ball hit nothing but net as it fell threw the basket. " Nice
shot Jamaal," a voice from behind him said.

" Hey," Doc Watson," what's goin down ? "

" Not much at the moment. Mind if we have a little chat ? "

" If it's about the N.B.A. draft, don't bother...my mind is made up; I'm in."
He swished another shot through the basket; the ball bounced to Susan. She
picked up the basketball in her left hand and began to spin it around on her
index finger. " Are you absolutely sure you're good enough to compete in the
N.B.A. now ? " she asked him," wouldn't another year of college ball enhance
your skills, and therefore increase your value ? "

" I averaged over 22 points a game last season Doc; what's left for me to
learn here ? "

The ball on Susan's finger tip still spun and she considered her reply. " Tell
you what, Jamaal. Let's play a little game of one-on-one; me against you. If
you win, I won't say another word on this subject; do whatever you think is in
your best interest. But if I win, you'll agree to play here for another
year...deal ? "

The six-foot six inch, 220 pound basketball star stared down at the woman
standing before him. He stood nearly a foot taller than she did and outweighed
her by some 70 pounds, what chance did she possibly have against him in a game
of basketball ? " Deal," he said," let's get this over with."

"Good idea," Susan smiled as she tossed the spinning ball to Jamaal. " First
one to ten baskets wins, you take can it out first."

Jamaal Warren, caught the ball and began dribbling towards the basket with a
confident look on his face. " This is a joke," he thought to himself. But as
he neared the basket an unexpected thing happened; a fast hand reached around
and stripped the ball away from him. To his surprise, the smaller woman easily
made the lay-up. " One to nothing," Susan smiled as she threw the ball back to
Jamaal. This time the all-league forward tried an outside shot; he missed.
Susan was able to keep him away from the basket and get the rebound. She
quickly dribbled past him and made another lay-up; " two-zip." Jamaal made his
next shot from about twenty feet away. " Nice one," Susan said. Ten seconds
later she countered with a twenty footer of her own," three - one Jamaal;
better get a move on."

Realizing now that he had a battle on his hands, Jamaal turned up the heat;
but so did Susan. Jamaal tried to drive around her but she managed to box him
out. Again he tried. This time she stole the ball, faked him out with a
behind-the-back dribble and sank another lay-up; "Four - one." They then
traded long range shots - three apiece - and the score was seven to four. By
now a crowd had gathered around them, amazed that Susan Watson, their athletic
director, was actually outplaying the great Jamaal Warren in a one-on-one
basketball game. After the quick woman again stole the ball from him and made
her shot, Jamaal began to get desperate. Taking the ball inbounds, he charged
directly at her and, catching the smaller woman off guard, knocked her to the
floor. He then slam dunked the ball. The crowd began to boo. Susan got up by
herself, gave Jamaal a strange smile, and inbounded the ball. Dribbling to the
side, with the large N.B.A. hopeful guarding her closely, she suddenly surged
forward." SMASH ! " Jamaal found himself on his back; flattened by the pretty
woman who then made the uncontested lay-up. " Nine to five," Susan said as she
held out her hand to help the stunned boy back on his feet.

So as not to make the score too one-sided, Susan intentionally went for his
head fake; letting Jamaal get an easy dunk. However, needing only one more
basket to win, she decided to put on a little showboating herself. Susan began
to dribble the ball fast, very fast - like the famous Mellowlark Lemon of the
Harlem Globetrotters used to do; baffling opponents in the process. Through
her legs, behind her back; Jamaal was powerless to stop her. Back and forth
she went, literally running circles around her opponent. Several times Susan
could have easily put in the winning shot but chose to continue her masterful
display of dribbling instead. Her point was not to humiliate Jamaal but to
teach him a lesson - he simply wasn't ready for the N.B.A. After several
minutes of this, Jamaal was totally exhausted; he could barely move. " Ten,"
Susan said softly as she sank her final shot to the cheers of the onlookers.

" Well, it looks like we'll be seeing you here next season after all, Jamaal,"
Susan smiled as she came over to him and patted his back," nice game." He had
his hands on his knees and was breathing very hard. "Oh, and may I suggest
that you work on your conditioning, Mr. Warren; next year I'll give you a
rematch." She began walking to her office, still holding the ball with her
back to the basket. When she reached the top of the key, Susan tossed the ball
up in the air behind her. She didn't even have to look...she knew," SWISH " -
nothing but net." Boy, being the athletic director here certainly keeps a girl
in shape," she giggled to herself.

Susan wasn't in her office for five minutes when the wrestling coach entered
with two large boys behind him. " Dr. Watson, Bill and Roger were caught
fighting on campus this afternoon. Now I know your rules call for immediate
suspension in cases like this but we have the most important match of the year
coming up and we'll lose for sure without Roger and Bill on the team." Susan
sighed, this just wasn't her day was it. " O.K. coach; thank you for being
honest with me and not trying to hide it - I would have found out sooner or
later anyway. You can leave them here with me and we'll discuss this matter
privately."

After the coach left, Susan turned to the wrestlers and said in a stern
voice," all right boys, what was the fight about ?  You first Roger."

" This ass hole wants to date Jenny ( the champion woman's gymnast and one of
the most beautiful girls at the university ) only because I said I was going
to."

" Bull shit," Bill retorted," I planned on dating her long before you ever set
your horny eyes on her."

" The fuck you did you bastard. Let's settle this here and now ! "

The two powerful boys, each around six feet tall and over 200 pounds, lunged
at each other. But before they could make contact," WHAM !, THUD ! " each
received a powerful punch in the stomach, forcing them to keel over. Then, a
firm hand grabbed each by the hair and " WHACK " banged their heads together.
" Had enough boys ? " Susan comely asked," or would you like some more ? "
When they didn't answer her immediately, the small - but powerful - woman
banged their heads together again. Stunned, both now agreed to stop. " A wise
decision. Now, let me tell you boys something about Jenny. As athletic
director here, I can assure you that she has absolutely no interest whatsoever
in either one of you...neither of you are her *type*. You'll just have to take
my word on that. As for your fighting, consider this a warning - your first
and last. If I ever even hear of you boys fighting on this campus again, then
I'm going to kick your ass but good and expel you from this university. Is
this clear ? " Needless to say, it was." Very well then. You can leave my
office now but you'd better behave yourselves from here on...and I expect you
guys to give it everything you've got in the upcoming match." Susan shook her
head from side to side as she watched them stagger out of her office. " I'd
better get back to these reports," she said to herself," who knows what's
going to happen next."

Susan finally finished going over the financial reports. Even though it
was nearly five in the evening she was elated. It seems like the university's
athletic program would be in the black again this year...for the third year in
a row. She felt a sense of pride as she drove home. Although it took a
tremendous amount of work and dedication, Susan had managed to turn what had
been a disastrous program completely around; it was now among the most
successful university athletic programs in the country. She had a great deal
to be proud of.

On her way home Susan decided to stop over at the gym she trained at for a
brief workout. Entering, she found the free weights were available and walked
over to them. She removed her sweatshirt, once again revealing the muscular
arms that had so impressed the football players earlier; they didn't go
unnoticed here either. As she began her workout several of the men in the gym
came over to watch. Most simply looked on in quiet awe - very few men could
match the weights this five-foot seven inch, 150 pound woman was lifting. One
however - the largest and strongest man in the weight room - could not resist
making obnoxious comments as he watched.

" I think what this lady really needs is a good lay. That's the best way to
get out all the nervous energy she has inside of her. Why waste it on dumb
bells ? "

" My thoughts exactly, Eric...why waste it on you ? "

" Are you calling me a dumb bell, you androgynous bitch."

Susan stopped lifting weights and began to walk over to him. " I guess an
apology is in order. I apologize to any dumb bell for the comparison with
Eric, I was trying to flatter him. But seriously Eric, *you* owe me an apology
now for what you just called me; and you will apologize...one way or another."

" And just what the hell is that suppose to mean ? "

Susan sighed, do they get any dumber ? " Let me spell it out for you Eric, and
I'll try to use little words. I've had quite enough of that macho ego of
yours; and so has everyone else around here. They don't say anything because
they're all too intimidated by you; but I'm not. You'll either say you're
sorry to me now and stop bothering the other women that work out in this gym
or I'll kick your ass until you do. The choice is yours, tough guy." Susan
knew she was baiting him. By challenging him in front of everybody, she left
him no choice but to fight; he certainly wasn't going to back down. But she
felt the six feet-three inch, 240 pound weight lifter had gone way too far
this time; and had to be taught a lesson. They both knew it would come to this
sooner or later; it was inevitable. There would come a time when Eric's
obnoxious behavior would cross her 'red line', and now was that time. " Very
well then bitch; let's get it on."

Without warning Eric threw a powerful right hook which might have flattened
her had it made contact. But Susan had anticipated this and ducked under it. A
solid right punch to the pit of his stomach quickly followed by a left
uppercut to his jaw drove the large man back. " Come on big boy," Susan said
as she danced in front of him," let's see what you've got." Recovering from
these blows Eric charged his smaller opponent, fully expecting to make short
work of her. It wasn't the first time that someone had underestimated the
abilities of this remarkable woman - not even the first time that day - and it
doubtless wouldn't be the last. After throwing several wild punches that the
nimble woman easily avoided, Susan then counterattacked with a flurry of
extremely fast, and well placed blows of her own; driving Eric back again. She
let him recover again, content to simply dance on the balls of her feet and
prepare for his next attack. She didn't have long to wait.

He came at her again but his slow, wild punches never even came close
to hitting her. Susan, on the other hand, fired off short, sharp blows which
never seemed to miss their mark. Her naked fists were already doing
considerable damage. After only about two minutes, Eric was bleeding from the
nose and mouth. As the fight wore on, and her opponent began to tire, Susan
became more and more aggressive. She began to put more power into her punches.
The effect on Eric was devastating for, despite his size and strength, he was
very slow and soon became nothing more than a large target for her to
strike...and strike...and strike. Five minutes into their fight, it wasn't
even a fight anymore; just Susan giving a boxing clinic while most of the
onlookers cheered her on. As she mentioned before, nobody really liked Eric
and they were all glad to see him get his ass whipped.

" You know Eric," Susan said as she landed four left-right combinations to his
face and mid-section," I'm really glad we decided to settle this thing between
us today." She had him backed into a corner now and was taking him apart
- piece by piece. " You see, I deal with people's problems all day long but
because they're university students - she sinks her powerful right fist deep
into his stomach - I can't really *unload* on them; it's against the rules," (
although she did cross the line with the two wrestlers, Susan felt it was the
best way of handling that particular situation ). " Whereas with you - another
hard left crashes into his already swollen jaw - I don't have to restrain
myself. I can go all out. I guess I need this from time to time; thanks." She
was using Eric for a punching bag and there was absolutely nothing be could do
about it.

Battered and beaten by a much smaller woman in front of everybody finally
proved too much for Eric. He swallowed his pride and pleaded with Susan to
stop her relentless pounding." Please stop this," Eric called out
pathetically," you're hurting me. I'm sorry. I won't say that again; I
promise." Despite his pleas, Susan continued to hammer away at him for a
little while longer. She wasn't being sadistic, Susan just wanted to make
absolutely sure that Eric understood just how tough she was; otherwise she
might have to do this again to him in a few months, not that she would have
minded. His face covered in blood, his muscular body of which he was so proud,
battered and bruised the once feared bully broke down and began to cry. " Stop
this, please. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Finally Susan relented and stopped punishing him. She took a few steps back
and put her hands on her hips. " Well Eric," she began calmly," I hope we
learned our lesson here today...DON'T FUCK WITH ME ! " To the applause of the
entire weight room, Susan then waved and walked out of the gym. " Let's see
now," she thought to herself as she drove home," today I took on several
football players in the weight room, a basketball star, two wrestlers and a
pompous bully; not bad for a day's work." Eric was never seen in that gym
again.

Susan smiled as she pulled her car up into the driveway and saw the lights on
inside; her friend was there already. She showered quickly and went straight
to the bedroom. " Tough day Susan ? " her friend asked. Susan got into bed and
put her muscular arms around her lover." Oh, just the usual problems sweetie, 
nothing I couldn't handle." She then laughed and added," I had to break up a
fight between two wrestlers who both wanted to date the same girl."

" Ummm...it feels sooooo nice when you hold me like this Susan." Her bedmate
turned around and began to tenderly suck on Susan's ample breasts. Susan felt
shivers go down her spine when this happened and squeezed her lover even
tighter. Her lover responded by reaching down and putting a finger deep into
Susan's vagina and gently moving it around. Susan began to moan in quiet
ecstasy - nobody makes her feel this way; nobody. Just before they began a
long night of erotic passion, Susan's lover asked," I'm just curious honey,
who were they fighting over ? "

Susan put her mouth next to her lover's ear and whispered," that's what's so
funny about the whole thing Jenny; they were fighting over you."