Arm wrestling


Bob called me up one night and asked if I wanted to go to a new bar.  
Little did I realize at the time that this would be the beginning of an 
incredible encounter that would change my life. 

Bob told me that our friend Chuck had been to this new bar in town where 
some women weightlifters would drop by after their workouts.  They 
belonged to some club called "Macho Girls" and some of them were 
seriously into powerlifting and/or bodybuilding.  I chuckled, thinking 
the name sounded silly.  I sure don't think it's silly now. 

"Come on, Man." Bob had said.  "It'll be a gas.  Chuck said some of the 
chicks will arm wrestle you for a drink.  He said that this cute blond 
beat him a couple of times.  Hah, I'm up for that action.  Free drinks.  
Cute chicks.  Let's go, Guy." 

I had some other things to do and I didn't enjoy Bob's company none too 
much, but I had to admit it sounded exciting.  I had seen a few female 
bodybuilders on television and was surprised how attractive they looked.  
I told Bob to pick me up, and agreed with him that we'd probably get 
some free drinks.  Bob is just over 6 foot tall and a pretty good 
athlete where as Chuck isn't much over 5 feet and rarely leaves his 
desk.  I'm somewhere in-between. 

We drove into town and found the bar, noticing Chuck's car in the 
parking lot as we entered.  The place was dark and quiet, not very 
crowded.  As I went to the counter to order some drinks, Bob saw Chuck 
and quickly walked over to his table.  When I got there, Chuck was just 
finishing the story of how a young girl named Tina had beat him easily 
in arm wrestling twice, once right and once left handed, each time for a 
pitcher of beer.  He nodded toward three women in a corner table.  

"Well, come on, introduce us.  Let's go." Bob said, grabbing Chuck's 
arm.  "I'm thirsty."  What the hell, Chuck had said, why not I had 
thought, and we approached their table. 

A small, petite, pretty blond sat with two slightly larger brunettes.  
The blond wore a sleeveless turtleneck and had sinewy arms.  The other 
two wore sweat shirts and looked quite husky. 

The two brunettes looked at us coolly, but Tina recognized Chuck and 
said hello.  She had beautiful smooth skin, a lovely smile and an evil 
glint in her eyes.  After introductions all around, Bob got straight to 
the point.  "I hear you're pretty good at arm wrestling.  How about a 
match?  Loser buys all around for the rest of the night."  Bob sat down 
at their table and leaned forward toward Tina, leering at her. 

Tina gave Bob a cool look while her friends stared at him like he was 
from outer space. "No, I don't think so, not tonight anyway." Tina 
replied.  "We're about to go.  Besides, I usually don't wrestle guys 
over 6 feet tall.  Just can't get the leverage, you know." 

"Hah", laughed Bob.  "What a chicken response.  I should of known you 
wouldn't take on a real man."  Bob chuckled and punched Chuck's 
shoulder.  Chuck winced and slumped down in a chair next to Bob.  I sat 
down uneasily, smiling nervously at the three ladies. 

Tina narrowed her eyes and gave Bob an evil grin.  "Oh, not that I think 
I'd lose."  she said flippantly.  She gave her arm a quick flex and a 
large round bicep popped up for all to see.  "I've got the strength to 
handle you, but we just couldn't get a good grip, you being so tall.  
Just when I'm about to beat you, you'll slip out of my grasp.  You need 
somebody taller and I know just the woman.  My friend Jill is going to 
be stopping by here anytime now, and I'm sure she'd be glad to have a 
little match with you.  She's usually thirsty after her workout."  
Tina's friends were chuckling to themselves.  "In fact, I'll wait and 
introduce you to her, personally." 

This sounded good to Bob so we all sat talking and drinking for awhile.  
Bob did most of the talking and got pretty obnoxious.  He quickly drove 
Tina's two friends away from the table to the bar.  Chuck tried to join 
them for a little while, then he left. 

Tina and I tried to get a word in now and then as Bob went on and on 
about how all men were physically superior to women.  Tina mentioned a 
few of Jill's accomplishments in the weight room, but Bob was barely 
listening.  I sat quietly astounded by Tina's statements, finding them 
hard to believe.  Did Jill really work out four hours a day?  Could she 
really bench press almost 350 pounds?  No lady could be that powerful, I 
thought. 

When Jill walked in, there was no mistaking her.  She was an enormous 
woman, probably just under 6 foot tall but looked shorter because she 
was so wide.  The sweat shirt she wore couldn't hide her broad shoulders 
and large proud bust.  Her tight sweat pants clearly revealed powerful 
thighs and bulging calves and her thick arms stretched the material in 
her sleeves.  I took in these impressions quickly as she walked over to 
Tina.  Bob had his back to her, continuing to talk. 

Jill stood behind Tina and Bob listening to the conversation.  Then she 
waived an order to the bartender and said hello to Tina.  Bob turned and 
looked at her for the first time.  Jill glanced quickly at me and Bob 
and sat down. 

This time Tina got right to the point.  "Say Jill, Bob here is looking 
for some lady to arm wrestle with, loser buys for the night. I told him 
you might be interested." 

"Sure, I'm interested," Jill chuckled.  She had a deep, sexy voice.  
"Which one is Bob, the cute little runt or the tall ugly clown?"  She 
grinned at me and then at Bob. 

"I'm Bob, Lady.  And I was hoping to arm wrestle this cute little gal 
but I'm so thirsty I'll wrestle a big tub of lard like you."  Bob 
grinned at her and adjusted his chair so that he was facing Jill across 
the corner of the table 

"Oooh, I don't think you should of said that, Bob."  laughed Tina.  She 
stood up quickly.  "I wish I could stay for the slaughter but I really 
must go.  It's been nice knowing you, Bob." she said sarcastically and 
then she and her two friend left.  Bob, Jill and I had the place to 
ourselves. 

Jill slowly and silently turned her chair to face Bob.  I sat there 
wide-eyed looking at Jill, not at all feeling Bob's confidence.  Perhaps 
at a quick glance, Jill could appear to someone as fat; she had a large 
bust and was a bit chunky around the waist.  But couldn't Bob notice 
those broad shoulders of hers, that thick sturdy neck, and those massive 
arms and legs.  Her body had astounding bulk and seemed to radiate 
power.  As she adjusted her chair, the muscles in her legs swelled and 
rippled beneath her tight sweat pants. 

Bob was to drunk or full of himself to notice any of these obvious hints 
of Jill's superiority.  He still spoke in his loud obnoxious voice.  
"Your friend seems to have deserted you.  Or maybe she just is doing you 
a favor so you'll have one less drink to buy."  Bob rolled up his sleeve 
and set his elbow on the table, flexing his fingers.  "Shall we begin?"  
Bob was in pretty good shape, his arm fairly well muscled. 

"I think I'm really going to enjoy this, Bob." cooed Jill as she slowly 
set her elbow on the table with a loud thud that rattled the glasses, 
reached out and grasped his hand in hers.  She had large smooth hands, 
then the tendons stood out as she tightened her grip.  Bob's face 
reflected rapid feelings of pain, surprise, and anger. "Anytime you're 
ready, Bigboy." she said melodically. 

"Count it off."  Bob barked at me.  Drawn up into the excitement of the 
moment, I was happy to play the referee.  I cleared the table, checked 
their grip and counted to three. 

The table jumped as their two right arms tensed.  Even through long 
sleeves, you could see the arms grow as power was pumped into them.  The 
muscles in Bob's arm stood out as far as they would go.  Jill's arm 
looked massive beneath her sweat shirt.  She looked calmly at Bob will a 
sly smile.   Bob's face looked strained, and then slightly worried.  
"Have you started pushing yet, Bigboy?" Jill taunted him.  Bob sneered 
at her and then his eyes became glazed.  Soon he looked like he was 
trying to hold up the rock of Gibraltar.  His lips peeled back around 
clenched teeth.  Sweat began to bead on his face. 

They held this pose in silence for about 30 seconds.  I stared on 
intently, awed by this mighty female's power.  Then the energy drained 
from Bob's face.  He looked up at Jill and said, "Whew.  You're a pretty 
tough cookie, girl.  Maybe we should call it a draw, unless you want to 
give up. Heh, Heh." he grinned foolishly. 

Jill snarled at him, "You punk." Then more calmly she said, "I've just 
been letting you wear yourself down.  You better prepare cause I'm 
taking the offensive in about five seconds."  Jill tightened her grip 
once more, and once more Bob's face reflected pain, surprise, then 
anger.  Drawing on his last reserves of energy, he pushed on Jill's arm 
for all he was worth.  His face turned red and shook.  He emitted a low 
grunt. 

Jill's arm didn't budge one inch.  She gave Bob a grin, then narrowed 
her eyes and brought Bob's arm crashing to the table in less than a 
second.  Bob cried out in agony, his body tilted at a strange angle.  He 
gasped for breath as he glared at Jill. 

Jill stared intently back. "Now I think you owe me an apology, Bob" Jill 
softly spoke.  She still held Bob's hand firmly on the table. 

"I don't owe you anything.  I'll pay the God Damn check.  Just let me go 
and leave me alone."  Bob looked very rattled. 

"Oh, but you do, Bob.  I'll let you get away with some of the crap you 
were telling Tina.  I'm use to hearing that shit from jerks like you.  
But I didn't appreciate that tub of lard remark in the slightest.  Don't 
you think you better take it back before I make you eat your words?"  
Jill began to slowly squeeze Bob's hand.  Even under the sweat shirt I 
could see her forearm ripple.  Bob's face quickly changed from a 
startled look, to extreme anger, then to pain, and finally to horror and 
fear. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  Please stop."  he screamed out.  It was the 
first time he had shown fear and this seemed to please Jill.   "That's 
better, Bob.  Now let me hear it again once more with feeling."   The 
tendons on Jill's wrist popped out like steel cords as she delivered one 
last crushing squeeze.  Bob began screaming hysterical, and then sobbed 
and babbled apologies. 

Jill released his hand and slowly stood up smiling.  "OK, Bob.  I accept 
your apology.  For the time being."  Jill glanced at me, grinned and 
pulled her sweat shirt off over her head.  "And as you can see, I'm not 
exactly a tub of lard." 

Jill's sudden removal of her sweat shirt had startled me, but her 
appearance completely stunned me.  She wore a sleeveless leotard with a 
low neckline that she exploded out of.  Her muscles were enormous.  As 
she slowly expanded her chest, power seemed to ooze out of her, filling 
the air with electricity. 

She rolled her mammoth shoulders and rested her hands on her hips, 
staring down at Bob like some invincible statue.  Then inhaling, she 
puffed out her pectorals, swelling to such a size they mirrored her 
large round breasts that peeked from the leotard.  Her lats rolled down 
from her back combining with her shoulder muscles creating a vast canyon 
of her armpit.  Her wide legs supported her like mighty oaks, her thick 
arms looked menacing as she rested her hands on her hips.  Then she 
raised her left arm and slowly flexed it.  A gigantic bicep rolled 
upwards,  swelling like a balloon and then finally stopping at a 
mountainous peak.  "Don't feel too bad, Bob.  You wouldn't have a chance 
even against my left arm." 

I was fascinated by the sight of this powerful female arm.  When I 
finally took my eyes off it and glanced at Jill's face, she was studying 
me, looking at me mischievously.  I tried to remove the gaping 
expression from my face, then I suddenly realized that I had quite a 
hard on.  I blushed but could not look away from her intent gaze or that 
mighty arm.  Jill glanced at my groin and laughed softly, then looked 
down at her flexed upper arm.  Slowly she rotated her wrist inward and 
back.  The bicep relaxed as a long powerful tricep rippled, then the 
bicep jumped again.  "Come on, Bob, you runt.  Get your wallet out and 
pay up.  You were just totally outgunned.  Just feel those arm muscles." 

Bob sat staring at his hand.  It was red and starting to swell.  He 
looked very pained and disoriented.  Then the anger swelled up in his 
face again.  "God Damn it, Bitch, what have you done to my hand?"  Then 
his anger left him as quick as it had come as he stared down at the 
table.  "I'll buy your drinks, just leave me alone." he mumbled. 

Jill sat back down and looked angrily at Bob.  She spoke harshly, 
"Listen, Asshole.  When your superior asks you to do something, you 
better jump.  And I am clearly your superior.  I'm one mighty Macho 
Woman and you're nothing but a big flabby useless male.  Now I told you 
to feel my bicep, punk, and you better feel it."  She stared sternly at 
Bob.  Bob looked up from the table.  He looked at her defiantly as his 
lower lip stuck out in a childish pout. 

"OK, Bob.  You asked for it."  Jill quickly reached out with her left 
hand grabbing Bob by the hair and pulling him toward her.  She squatted 
on her left knee and quickly tucked Bob's head just under the corner of 
the table, face down.  Then she placed her upper right arm across the 
center of his face, supporting the elbow with her right knee.  Then she 
bent the elbow and flexed her arm muscles.  Bob let out a muffled scream 
as the table top rose several inches with his head pinned underneath.  
"Pretty hard, huh, Bob?  Kind of like sleeping on ball bearings, huh, 
Baby?"  Jill relaxed and flexed her arm several times more, her gigantic 
bicep mashing Bob's face. 

When she finally released him, Bob darted out from under the table and 
staggered to his feet.  His face was bright red and his eyes were 
watering.  A tiny trickle of blood came from one nostril.  Jill stood 
up, looking calm but watching him closely.  I hadn't moved since the 
match had begin, but now slowly slid my chair backward several feet.  

Bob gave his intentions away by staring at the empty bottle at the next 
table several seconds before lunging toward it.  He made the mistake of 
trying to use his right hand which was almost useless from the earlier 
crushing.  As he turned toward her, Jill caught his wrist easily in her 
left hand, and gave one quick twist.  Bob dropped the bottle and gasped. 

Jill then brought back her right fist and drove it forward into Bob's 
stomach .  Bob let out a whoosh and collapsed on the fist like a wet 
rag.  He would of fallen but Jill's left hand released his right arm and 
grabbed his hair.  His legs wobbled like a puppet's as she held him at 
shoulders height.  She made a fist with her powerful right arm and drew 
it back like an archer.  She held it there for a moment, her fist poised 
like a battering ram on the end of a powerful piston, ready to pulverize 
Bob's face like a basket of strawberries. 

Then she relaxed her arm and pushed Bob away with her left hand.  Bob 
fell to the floor, barely conscience, moving only slightly to retch. 

Jill then walked over to where he lay.  Stooping down, she yanked both 
his shoes off.  Then grabbing his ankles, she lifted him so he looked 
like he was doing a headstand.  Then she raised and lowered him quickly, 
his head banging on the floor, slightly protected by his flailing arms.  
A few coins fell out.  "Where's that wallet?"  Jill asked, laughing.  
Then she grabbed Bob's cuffs and neatly yanked his pants off.  He slid 
out of his trousers and lay in a heap in his jockey shorts, shirt and 
one sock.  Jill removed his wallet from the pants.  She rifled through 
it and laid down a few bills.  "Here's for the drinks and the 
inconvenience." she said to the bartender who had been staring at the 
slaughter with no expression.  "And I'll take this for next weeks 
drinks."  She stuffed a few bills in her pants pocket.  "The rest I'll 
let you keep."  She flung the wallet down on Bob's face.  Then she 
turned to me.  "You got any thing to say about it?" she challenged. 

I quickly glanced at Bob and then back at Jill.  I was frightened but 
mesmerized by her powerful body.  "No ma'am."  I stammered.  "I guess he 
got what was coming to him.  I thought you handled it... very well.  
Most impressive and most convincing."  I grinned and then looked down at 
my feet in embarrassment. 

Jill moved closer to me.  "Did this clown happen to give you a ride 
here?"  I looked up and nodded.  Jill grabbed her sweat shirt and put it 
on.  I got one quick last look of those tree branch arms with muscles 
bulging before her sweat shirt covered them from view.  She spoke firmly 
and quietly close to my face so I could feel her hot breath.  "I think I 
should take you home, then.  My car is just outside." 

Jill gave me an sinister grin, glanced down at my crotch which clearly 
showed my bulging member, giggled and then grabbed by arm just above the 
elbow.  It felt like a vice mashing my flesh.  I gasped but somehow was 
able not to cry out. 

Then she firmly guided me out the door.