Model by day
Retold by Achilles
She was about 6' 2" in heels
Update: 10/10/1997 to misc3

The following is based on a letter to the editor of a now defunct men's 
magazine. It was claimed to be a true story. I'm just retelling it from memory 
so it might not be completely accurate

Model by day

        I must have the best job in the world. My name is Jack Jacobs. I am in 
charge of personnel at the largest modeling agency in this part of the 
country. Whenever a big name client needs a model, they call me and then I 
pick someone that can fit the bill. Needless to say the girls are very 
friendly to me as I literally hold their careers in my hands. Do I take 
advantage of my power and position? Oh yea. Every chance I get.
        I am having a bit of a problem on this latest assignment though. It 
seems that a large sports gear manufacturer, 'Sentinel Sports', needs an 
athletic looking woman for their latest ad blitz. Big money is involved so 
they are very particular. None of my regular girls seem to be what they are 
looking for so I have my scouts out trying to find somebody who is.
        "Mr. Jacobs there is a young woman in the office inquiring about the 
Sentinel Sports account," my secretary announced over the intercom.
        "Well, hows' she look Ms. Potter?"
        "Fit," she said in a somewhat haughty manner.
        "Send her in," I said.
        A moment later a vision enter my office and almost took my breath 
away. She was about 6' 2" in heels. She was wearing a tight but flimsy light 
blue dress with light, tan, 4" pumps. But the most alluring thing about her 
was the evil little grin she was wearing. She knew the effect she was having 
on me and she was relishing in it.
        'Uh oh, better put on my game face or she's going to jack the price 
up,' I thought to myself.
        "Hello, I'm Mr. Jacobs. Please come in," I said in the most 
businesslike tone I could muster.
        "Hello, Mr. Jacobs. I'm Lisa Belle. I'm here about the modeling job 
for Sentinel," she replied extending her hand, palm down, for me to shake.
        I took her hand and she gave me a firm, no, I should say very firm 
shake. In fact, it was almost painful. She continued to squeeze while looking 
down into my eyes. I could see the muscles in her forearm bulge under the 
fabric of her dress.
        "I think I was made for this job and I am very eager to get it," she 
said smiling down at me.
        "Well, we'll see," I said, "Please have a seat."
        She released her iron grip and turned around to take the chair in the 
front of the desk. I couldn't take my eyes off of her diamond shaped calves as 
I rubbed my sore hand. 'Man what a grip,' I thought. She looked fit, but not 
strong enough to crack my hand without even half trying. Her physique seemed 
more like one of those fitness competitor. Well, maybe a little bigger. But I 
never thought of them as particularly strong, Maybe I was wrong?
        After she sat down I explained to her exactly what the client was 
looking for. She handed me her portfolio and told me I should find it 
interesting. I found it hard concentrating on her pictures as she sat there 
and crossed her legs exposing a very toned and tan thigh. The pictures were 
good however. Very good. There were the typical studio shots. But the ones 
taken on the beach were really something. She had on a bikini made out of 
dental floss. And she was striking some very erotic poses. I looked up and she 
was wearing that same self assured grin on her face while she lifted her leg 
up to supposedly straighten her stocking. She had my number and she knew it. 
But I wasn't going to let her know I knew she knew it. No, I would have a 
little fun with her first.
        I tried to regain my composure once again and said, "Ah yes, Ms. 
Belle, these are nice but to tell you the truth this is a very important 
account and I have to be sure you're still in the kind of shape as when these 
pictures were taken. You do understand?"
        She stood up and came to the back of the desk. "Oh I quite understand 
Mr. Jacobs. Here, have a look at this." She lifted up her skirt till it was 
well above the knees and proceeded to put on a muscle display with her legs. 
First she wiggled her whole leg then suddenly flexed it right in front of me. 
Bam, the front of it exploded into a giant mass of muscle. Then she turned 
around and curled her leg up making the hamstring bunch into a large ball. It 
look as big as a basketball that close up. Wow! I just couldn't believe it. 
She was astounding. Then I realized I had a boner that was almost poking 
through my pants. I just wondered if she noticed.
        Lisa was finishing up her routine when she said, "Oh, mustn't forget 
the calves. Here take a good look at this." She placed her foot on my chair 
seat right between my legs and lifted her heel up and down flexing her calf 
muscle. Her foot pressed against my manhood every time she lifted her foot up. 
I guess she did notice after all.
        "Well, what do you think," she said?
        "What I've seen so far looks pretty good," I said grasping the arms of 
the chair desperately trying not to cum right in my pants. "But I'm really 
going to have to see the whole package if you want the job."
        Lisa pressed her foot against me extra hard as she lifted it back to 
the ground.
        "Oh I see," she said disappointedly. "Well I'm afraid I didn't wear 
the right under garments to give you a show right here. But I'll tell you 
what. You have my address. Why don't you drop by my place at 8:00 sharp and 
I'll give you just what you need."
        That sounded kinda ominous but still, my plan was falling into place 
nicely.
        I got up to show her out. "Sure that sounds good. I'll see you around 
8:00."
        "8:00 sharp," she reminded me as she smiled and walked out of the 
office.
        Thank God she didn't wand to shake hands again.
        
        I showed up at Lisa's place at 8:00 on the dot. She greeted me at the 
door wearing a terrycloth robe that came down to the floor. I was a little 
surprised that she was living in the penthouse, just starting her modeling 
career and all. I just hoped we would be alone tonight.
        "Right on time, I see," she said inviting me in.
        "Good evening, Lisa," I said, "How are you this evening?"
        "I've been looking forward to our little encounter all day Mr. 
Jacobs," she said gesturing me to a seat, "I enjoy showing off my muscles."
        After taking my seat Lisa closed the door and locked it. She then came 
over and stood right in front of me.
        "I think this will prove to you once and for all that I'm the right 
person for this job," she said dropping her robe.
        I tried not to let my jaw drop completely to the floor. She was truly 
amazing. Her entire body looked like it was 
chiseled out of stone. I have seen some of these fitness girls on T.V. but up 
close like this was like a religious experience. You could feel the power 
radiating off her body. She went into a posing routine starting with her legs 
and working her way up, flexing every muscle in a most sensual and seductive 
way. I was amazed at how much her muscles grew as she flexed them. Much more 
than you would think. When she spread her lats they popped out so far I didn't 
think I could get my arms around them. And her biceps, they looked well toned 
when she relaxed them. But, when flexed they just exploded. It looked like one 
ball of muscle on top of another. And almost a third on top of that. She 
pumped it up and brought it to my face. I couldn't resist, I planted a kiss 
right on it.
        She grabbed me by the necktie and lifted me about six inches off the 
chair just holding me there.
        "Well, I see I've convinced you," she said looking down into my eyes, 
"but remember look don't touch."
        "I'm sorry Lisa, I got carried away," I said as she lowered me back to 
the seat. For the first time in my life I was physically intimidated by a 
woman. She was strong, but stronger than me? The thought never occurred to me 
until now. I thought these muscles were just show. I looked around thinking of 
a way to change the subject while I collected myself.
        "You know Lisa," I said looking around her apartment once again, "I'm 
sort of surprised that you can afford such an expensive place on the salary of 
a working model."
        She walked into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. "Oh, I make 
most of my money from video's right now.
        "Video's?" I said thanking her for the water. "What kind of video's?"
        She pointed to a large row of video's on the entertainment center. 
"Wrestling video's. Would you like to see one?"
        I drank the water grateful for the time to calm down. "Sure, I'd love 
to see one," I said as she popped one into the VCR.
        She sat on the couch and motioned for me to join her as the match on 
the T.V. started. At last, I thought, now we're getting somewhere. The video 
was pretty funny. She was wrestling some dork maybe a bit bigger than her. But 
it didn't look like he was trying at all. She did anything she wanted with 
him. Picked him up and threw him around. Jumped on him and twisted him up like 
a pretzel. But he just laid there not trying to fight back at all. It was sexy 
though, seeing this young fit woman physically domininating a bigger man on 
the wrestling mats even if it was fake. When it was over I turned to Lisa who 
I hadn't realized had moved very close. Even sitting she was taller than me. 
Looking down into my eyes she said, "So tell me, what did you think?" 
        I didn't want to hurt her feelings but I told her the truth. "It was 
very sexy, but it looked uh, you know, fake. 
        She just calmly stared at me. 
        "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings Lisa. I'm just saying it looked, 
you know, staged. Sort of like those professional matches on T.V.. Only your 
opponent wasn't allowed to fight back at all."
        "Listen," she rebutted sternly, "the reason it looked staged was 
because I wasn't going all out. If I did I would have put the guy in the 
hospital. He was trying to win. But I only used enough strength to keep him 
under control."
        I just had to laugh at that one. But I had to admit her tough-girl act 
was really turning me on.
        "Oh, another doubter I see," she said the smile returning to her 
lovely face.
        Lisa popped out the tape and returned it to the shelf apparently not 
caring if I believed her or not.
        "Alright then, why don't you wrestle me so that I can see for myself," 
I chided.
        "I only wrestle for money," she said.
        "O.K.," I said getting desperate now, "If you wrestle me I'll give you 
the job and pay you double scale." She didn't know it but the client had 
already authorized double pay.
        "That sounds fair," she responded, "But if I win I get triple!"
        "Triple!" I shouted, "Why so much?"
        She flexed her right bicep and cupped my groin with her left hand 
saying, "Because I'm the sexiest and the best that's why."
        Oh baby! I almost came right in her hand. "Agreed then. IF you can 
beat me you get triple."
        She released her grip and I helped her set all the furniture out of 
the way. After we had cleared a spot in the center of the room Lisa went into 
a stretching routine and told me to strip down to my briefs.
        As I was undressing I asked, "How do we know when the match is over?" 
        "Simple," she replied, "When you beg for mercy or when I get tired of 
beating you, just like in my video's.
        Man, this girl was just too much. 
        "Alright then, hot shot," I kidded her, "come to daddy."
        Lisa stepped up to me then suddenly grabbed each side of my underwear 
lifting me completely off the ground. I gasped as the move squashed my balls. 
She stood there jerking me up and down, the pain making me feel like vomiting.
        'Geez,' I thought, 'ten seconds into the match and already I feel 
sapped. I just might be in trouble.' 
        While still off the ground Lisa grabbed my balls with one hand and my 
neck with the other. She pressed me up over her head as if I were a pillow and 
started an airplane spin.
        "How do you like it so far?" she asked.
        I was too sick to answer so I just grunted.
        After a while of that she slammed me onto the floor knocking the wind 
out of me. I laid there desperately trying to suck some air back into my lungs 
as Lisa casually stepped over to me and planted her foot right on my stomach.
        "You know I had hoped you would be more of a match, seeing as how you 
think this is all fake and everything." Lisa said grounding her foot deeper 
into my stomach.
        I tried to apologize for doubting her but I just couldn't get enough 
air to speak.
        "Oh, I see you need more convincing. Goody!" she added.
        She then sat down heavily on my midsection knocking the wind out of me 
once again. I instinctively tried to sit up only to have her wrap her thighs 
tightly around my waist.
        "Okay," she said, "this is the part where I make you cry like a little 
girlie."
        I got just enough air to start begging for my life. "Please Lisa! 
Please stop!"
        She just laughed. "Oh no Jackie boy. The begging part doesn't come 
until later. I'm having too much fun now. And please, call me Ms. Belle!" she 
said as she powered on the scissor hold.
        She was right my eyes did well up with tears, the pain was so intense. 
She proceded to take me on a scissors trip, spinning and twisting, lifting and 
slamming, never once letting go of her iron grip around my waist.
        At one point she held me up in the air as she balanced herself on her 
shoulder blades. "Now don't you go passing out on me," she said, "I'm just 
starting to get a pump."
        Finally after what seemed like hours she released me. I thought we 
were done but Lisa had other plans.
        "Time to earn my money I think," Lisa said as she crawled on top of 
me. I was surprised at how heavy she felt. She removed her bikini top as she 
gauged the look on my face. "This is called a 'grapevine'. I hope you like it 
as much as I will."
        She expertly snaked her legs through mine and began stretching my 
crotch open. At the same time she grabbed my head and pulled me tightly into 
her breasts. I was nearly in shock from the lightning bolt searing through my 
groin and mumbled what I hoped sounded like my submission.
        "Sorry, couldn't quite make that out." she said as she let my face 
escape it's beautiful prison. A serious expression covered her face, "Do I get 
paid triple or would you rather be a cripple for the rest of you life?"
        Mercifully, she released the pressure on my crotch long enough that I 
could agree to her terms. Anything to stop the torture. She smiled when I gave 
in. 
        Lisa climbed off of me and started to remove her panties. I stared in 
disbelief as she stood before me stark naked. Reading my mind she explained, 
"They don't allow nudity in my video's but I think this will be the best way 
to sit on your face and make you my slave."
        "Slave!" I shouted. "Now just a minute. I'm the boss! I pay the 
salary! You do as I say!"
        "Make me," She said matter of factly turning her back towards me.
        She stood examining her fingernails, her back towards me as if I 
weren't the slightest bit of a threat. Maybe she was stronger, I thought, but 
if I can get the jump on her I might have a chance. Anyway I wasn't going to 
be any woman's slave so I had to do something. I waited 'till I got my second 
wind then I pounced. I got within a few feet when suddenly her foot flashed 
back catching me in the breadbasket and hurling me back farther than when I 
started. I landed with a thud. Getting up I spun to face her but she wasn't 
there. Suddenly I felt her arms grabbing me from behind and putting me in a 
sleeper hold. Her breath was ragged in my ear. It wasn't from exhaustion as 
mine was however. I could feel by her wetness on my thigh, she was getting 
turned on. As I neared unconsciousness, she slammed me onto my back and 
jumbled onto my face. She was like a wild animal now viciously grinding her 
sex on my nose and chin. She rode me until I was drenched in her juices then 
had one final orgasm and gently lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I didn't want 
to disappoint her so I began gently lapping at her tempting fruit.
        Enraged, she pulled herself violently from my mouth. She spun around 
and slapped me so hard that I saw stars.
        "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" she demanded. "You do as I 
say and I say do nothing."
        She reached into my shorts and twisted my dick around her fist as if 
to emphasize her point. Stunned, I tried to explain myself but she would have 
none of it. Lisa spun around again and hovered her gorgeous ass right over my 
face. Spreading her cheeks apart she said, "You want something to lick? Lick 
this!"
        I couldn't believe it when she lowered her asshole onto my mouth. I 
could't breath but I would die before I'd stick my tongue in her ass. She must 
of known what she was doing though because, every time I was about to pass out 
she would get up long enough for me to grab a quick breath. On and on it went. 
Up and down, up and down. I was completely spent when she finally rolled onto 
her side and wrapped her legs around my neck.
        "You're still pretty stubborn, aren't you?" she asked. "Never mind my 
neck scissor will break once and for all."
        She only had to squeeze for a second before I was tapping her leg 
begging her to let me be her slave. I think I actually felt my skull crack.
        Lisa released my neck and then took a seat upon my chest. "Too bad you 
gave up. This was the best pump my muscles have had in a long time. Anyway, 
now that you are my slave you exist only for my pleasure. Every inch of you." 
Reaching into my shorts again she continued, "We'll find out how many inches 
some other time, but for now........"
        Lisa climbed back onto my face and rocked herself to several more 
orgasms. I was careful to keep my mouth closed this time though. After she was 
done, I explained the details of the modeling job while kissing her feet and 
thanking her for taking away my freedom and my manhood.
        As I was leaving she grabbed my ear and twisted it until I was forced 
to kneel at her feet. "You know," she said, "if you try to weasel out of our 
arrangement I will come to your office and humiliate you in front of you're 
entire staff."
        I promised her that I would live up to the bargain. She then order me 
to return to her apartment in one week's time for the enslavement ceremony but 
that's another story.

The end