Heather and Pam by M.C. Heather shows Pam what a REAL woman can do Author's note: This is a story of fiction. Any resemblence of the characters to real life personalities is purely coincidental. Heather walked into the bar, " nothing better than a cold beer after a good workout at the gym ", she said to herself. As the powerfully built woman ordered her glass of beer she ignored the snickers she heard from behind her. Heather was used to it by now, people who just couldn't come to terms with a strong, muscular woman. She actually felt sorry for them; it was after all their problem, not hers. Heather paid for her beer and sat down on a stool. " Why do men feel so intimidated around a strong woman ?", she wondered; " must be due to a latent inferiority complex ". Heather began to sip her beer, supremely confident in who she was and what she was capable of. Not too long afterwards, a group of students from the nearby college entered, two guys and their girlfriends. They sat down at a table near Heather and began to chat. One of the guys turned to his girlfriend and demanded," Pam, get us some beers, now ! ". The smallish girl smiled and said, "sure George, right away ". She got up immediately and approached the bar. Heather, sitting only a few feet away, sighed but said nothing; afterall, it really wasn't any of her business was it. While Pam waited for the bartender to fill up the pitcher of beer she glanced over at Heather - she couldn't help but notice her powerful forearms. Heather smiled politely at Pam, but said nothing. Pam, pitcher of beer in her hand, returned to her table. After the guys polished off the second one, George turned to Pam and barked, " can't you see that the pitcher is empty, I'm waiting ". Obediantly, Pam said, " I'm so sorry honey... I'll get another one right away ". Again she stood near Heather as the bartender refilled the pitcher. Again, they exchanged glances...but no words passed between them. As George and his friend, Rod, continued to guzzle their beer, George pointed over at Heather and said in a voice loud enough to be heard throughout the bar," have you ever seen anything more discusting than a woman with muscles?" Rod and his girlfriend, Jill, nodded in agreement. " Yes, that must be the most repulsive thing I've ever seen in my life; a real freak ", Jill blurted out. Pam, however, was silent. While she had never seen such massive arms on a woman before, Pam wasn't the least bit repulsed by them. To the contrary, in a strange way - which she couldn't quite understand - Pam actually found herself attracted to the large and powerfully built woman at the bar; a feeling which both puzzled and excited her at the same time." Pam, the pitcher is empty again ", George bellowed, " somebody's not doing their job ". Heather had finished her beer and should have left the bar but, for some reason, decided to remain for awhile. Pam looked at Heather while she waited for the pitcher to be refilled. " He's really is not like this all the time ", she said rather apologetically. Heather laughed, " I'm sure he isn't, sometimes he may even treat you like a human being ". For the first time Pam gazed directly at Heather, and Heather at her. Without a word being spoken, both women understood. " Pam, hurry up with that beer will you, we're thirsty ", George barked. Pam smiled at Heather, grabbed the refilled pitcher of beer and started to return to her table, unsure about the thoughts and feelings she was having. She was so distracted that she didn't even see the beer bottle on the floor...until it was too late. " DAMN, YOU CLUMSY BITCH !!! ", George screamed after Pam stumbled forward and spilled the beer all over George and Rod, " this was one of my favorite shirts ". " I - I'm so sorry George ", Pam said; there was trepidation in her voice. Furious, George jumped up and rapidly approached her. " Please don't hit me George, it was an accident, I didn't mean it ", Pam pleaded. George Wilson - all six feet four inches and 220 pounds of him - didn't seem to hear her. He was the captain of the college wrestling team and was well known to have a very bad temper, almost anything could set him off. He cornered his petrified girlfriend and prepared to strike her. As George pulled his arm back, he suddenly felt a strong hand grip his wrist and a female voice say, " I wouldn't do that if I were you "....it was Heather. George turned around and stared down at the five foot - ten inch 190 pound woman. " And just who is going to stop me ....a freak like you ?" Pam, watching in horror, tried to intervene. " Please, whoever you are, please don't fight over this. You don't know George, he's very strong and has a very mean temper ". Heather smiled at Pam and said in a calm and relaxed voice, "I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that, honey; this is between George and me now ". Then, turning towards the angry George, Heather said," I think it's about time somebody taught you some manners on how to treat a woman, welcome to my classroom ". Heather looked at Pam again and said, " why don't you have a seat and watch how a 'real' woman handles this." Without any further discussion, Heather slapped George hard across the face with her open hand. The force sent the surprised man staggering backwards. " Why you bitch, I'll teach you musclebound freak not to interfere in other people's business ". Furious, he charged at Heather who, despite his size advantage, remained surprisingly calm. " My, my, such language. You really do need to be taught some manners, don't you tough guy ". George threw a wild punch which Heather easily ducked. He threw another that she blocked. Heather then slapped him again and laughed, " I think I'm going to enjoy this ". She followed up her slap with a solid right cross to George's nose and then a left uppercut to his jaw. He fell backward and landed on his rear end. Heather stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. " It's a little bit harder when the woman fights back, isn't it ? " George looked around. All around the bar there were people watching, people he knew. If he allowed this woman to publically kick his ass in, he'd never be able to live it down. He was the college wrestling champion, he had to show this woman who was the boss. Then he saw something that really made his blood boil. Pam - his Pam - was looking at Heather with admiration. Enraged, he got to his feet. Heather winked at Pam, as George approached. " Tell you what tough guy, let's see just rough and tough you really are. Give me your best shot in the abs, I won't even try to block it ". George tightened his fist and hit her with a powerful blow right into the pit of her stomach... THUD!!! the sound reverberated throughout the bar. Heather backed up about an inch or two. " Nice punch ", she teased, " care to try again ? ". Stunned, George threw another and then another. Heather took them all and just stood there smiling. " Now let's see how strong your abs are ". She sent her powerful fist straight into his midsection and he buckled over. " Aw, poor Georgie, did the ' freak ' hit you too hard, tee, hee, hee ". Pam, totally awed by what she had just witnessed began to giggle also. "Fuck you bitch ", George screamed and charged her with his arms wide open. Heather didn't at all, she simply waited for his attack. George wrapped his powerful arms around her and began to squeeze with all of his might. Heather didn't make any attempt to resist, she just stood there, smiling .After about a minute Heather sighed and said," you know you really disappoint me there Georgie, I thought a big, strong guy like you ought to be able to hug harder than this ". She winked at Pam and then wrapped her massive arms around him and said," here, let me show you how it's done, sweetie pie ". Heather began to squeeze him tighter and tighter. George struggled for a little while but was soon overwhelmed by Heather's superior strength. His arms dropped limply down at his sides as he gasped for air. Looking over at Pam, Heather asked her," doesn't he look good in purple ? " Pam laughed and said, " yes, but he'd look better in black and blue ". Heather released her vicelike grip on George and then let him slowly sink to the floor. As he lay there trying to breathe, Heather bent over and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She then did something that nobody in the bar would ever forget. Heather lifted the 220 pound college wrestler off of the ground with one hand. With the other, she grabbed him by the belt buckle. Pam, along with everyone else there, stared in rapt silence as Heather raised George above her head and began to do presses with him. " Y - you....you're so amazing ", Pam said. Heather smiled at her, " thanks, but I'm used to lifting dumbbells ". The two women shared a laugh. When she had raised and lowered the helpless bully ten times, Heather winked at Pam and said, " and now for the grand finale ". Still holding George high above her head, she began to whorl him around and around, faster and faster. He could be heard sobbing as he begged her to stop. " Oh you poor baby, do you want the big, bad girl to put you down now?" Heather asked. George, totally humiliated, screamed, " Yes, yes, please put me down. Please put me down ". " Very well then, happy landings " , Heather laughed as she threw him clear across the bar and smack into Rob and Jill, flattening them all. The three of them lay on the floor - George battered and humiliated, Rod and Jill stunned. Heather comely walked over to them. " For future reference, women like myself do not like to be called ' freaks '. You'd do well to remember that from now on ". Pam approached Heather with awe. " Heather you are the most incredible woman I have ever seen in my life; I'd really like to get to know you better ". Heather smiled down at Pam, " very well then, why don't you and I get better acquainted ". Looking down contemptiously at Pam's ex - boyfriend, Heather gave George a stern warning. " George, Pam is coming home with me now. If you so much as ever lay a finger on her again, then it'll be the last time you use that finger. I hope, for your sake, that I made myself perfectly clear ". She smiled at Pam and said, " there, I don't think he'll be bothering you anymore ". Then, stepping over her battered ex - friends, Pam and Heather walked out of the bar...hand - in - hand.