Amanda - Getting a Lei in Hawaii
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Author's Note: Please let me know if you like 'Amanda' (email address above),
and whether I should incorporate more muscle worship, more violence or more
domination in future episodes. Readers comments are always appreciated ~
Thanks, Muscle Fan.

This is the sixteenth installment in the 'Amanda' series.

The death of a tourist from Nevada made all the headlines in the local Maui
paper and on all the Hawaiian news channels. The brutality of the event is
what attracted everyone's attention.

Two days after Amanda had ripped the man's penis and scrotum from his body; it
came to light that he was a registered sex offender in his home state. This
seemed to quell fears and ease the thought that there was a maniacal killer
stalking the island of Maui.

Malia, who had been staying with us since meeting us on Makena Beach, reported
that one policeman frequenting the bar where she worked said that they had no
leads in the murder and were not going out of their way to look for suspects.
Besides, he had said, 'There was a report in southern California of a similar
brutal homicide,' so it was thought the killer or killers had left the state
of Hawaii and headed back to the mainland.

Since the local news didn't carry the story from southern California, I went
to the office and looked online. The short news bulletin said that there had
been a 'savage' attack of a young man, where the victim was crushed to death.
How he was crushed and motive was still under investigation. The victim had no
known gang ties and it didn't appear that drugs or alcohol played a part in
his murder.

"Interesting," Amanda said when I returned to the condo and reported what I
had read online. We were packing up for another outing at Makena Beach. Maria
and Howard were joining us and had prepared a lunch.

As the five of us arrived and walked to the beach through the banyan grove,
remnants of crime scene tape fluttered in the breeze where just days earlier,
Amanda had ripped the penis and scrotum from a pervert. We all glanced at the
spot but continued onto the beach, finding a secluded place away from what few
people were there.

We quickly stripped off our clothes and applied our lotion. The sun felt warm
against my skin. "So, mistress," I asked Amanda, "what do you make of the
killing in southern California?" "Tragic," she said, "suspicious, but without
knowing more, I can't draw any conclusions." 'She's right', I thought, 'we
can't assume it's anything at this point.'

The day passed quickly; no perverts lurking in the trees, no clouds in the sky
and no intrusions from other sunbathers. It was the perfect day. We were all
very tan as well as very relaxed. Island life seemed to agree with us.

We were leaving the next day, so rather than have Maria cook, we all went in
to town to the bar that Malia worked at. She said they had excellent
hamburgers and we wanted to celebrate the end of our vacation.

The bar was busy, but we managed to find a table in the back that could
accommodate the five of us. Malia saw us come in and hurried over to take our
drink order even though we were not sitting in her section.

We ordered drinks and began looking at the menu's that were on a caddy on the
table. Howard and Maria were sitting with their backs to the room while Rhonda
and I sat across from them facing the main part of the bar. Amanda was seated
in a chair at the head of the table.

Malia brought our drink order, weaving her way through the throng of people
and tables. I admired her figure and grace. After dropping off the drinks at
our table and taking our food order, she headed back to the bar to get someone
else's order. As she was walking by a nearby table, the man patted her on the
butt. She turned and gave him a frown, then looked up to see if I had noticed.

Fifteen minutes passed and it seemed like the bar was getting busier or at
least the noise level was increasing. Malia carrying a tray of food high above
her head made her way toward our table. We chatted briefly as she put our
order on the table. "So, Malia, is it common for the customers to pat your
ass," I asked. "You saw that, did you," she said, and then added, "no, for the
most part, the customer's here are well behaved, but occasionally a tourist
forgets his manners and gets out of hand." "You shouldn't have to put up with
that crap," Amanda said. "I know," Malia said, "but the owner is too cheap to
pay for bouncers, so we just fend them off as best we can."

She didn't want to linger too long, so she went back towards the bar, but as
she passed the table where she had been patted on the butt before, this time
the man caught her by the wrist. He tried to pull her to his lap, but Malia
managed to pull free. The man laughed loudly and made a crude remark to one of
his table mates.

I began to scoot my chair back in order to stand up, but Amanda said, "Don't
bother, John, I got this one," and headed in the direction of the man's table.

Amanda stood looking down at the man and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Listen, bitch," she said, "keep your bloody hands off of the waitress or I'll
take you out back and break your arm." She straightened up and turned to walk
away, but the man got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily and said, "Listen,
sister, if I wanted your advice I would have asked for it. Keep your big mouth
shut and let me and the guys have some fun."

This got the attention of a few patrons nearby. Amanda stopped, turned and
walked back to the man. She was his height and looked him in the eye and said
softly, "Oh, I'm sorry I interrupted your fun, were you boys getting ready to
jack off or what?" "Listen, lady," he said, pointing a finger at Amanda's
chest, "go back and sit down."

As soon as I saw him put his index finger on Amanda's chest, I knew this would
not end well for the drunk. In the blink of an eye, Amanda grabbed the man by
the wrist and spun him around bringing his arm up behind his back. Not high
enough to break it or dislocate his shoulder, but certainly with enough force
to let him know who was in control. "Sit down, ass wipe, or I'll break your
arm," Amanda hissed in his ear, "Finish your drink, pay your tab and tip the
waitress, then you and your buddies can clear out." For emphasis, she pulled
up higher on his arm.

Beads of sweat were becoming visible on the man's brow. Malia threaded her way
through the onlookers and from behind Amanda said, "The cops are on their way,
mistress."

Amanda released her grip on the man's arm and pushed him into his chair. He
nearly toppled over, but caught himself on the edge of the table. Amanda
walked back to our table and sat down.

I watched as the man downed his beer in one gulp and spoke to his friends at
the table. The other patrons sensing that things had cooled down returned to
their seats and conversations. Several minutes passed and it looked like the
foursome was getting ready to leave. All four men stood up, but instead of
turning toward the door, the man walked to our table. He placed his hands on
the back of the chair that Howard was sitting in.

"You have a smart mouth, cunt," the man growled, then knocked Howard's chair
over sending Howard to the floor. One of the man's friends grabbed Maria by
the shoulders and began to lift her out of her chair when a loud voice said,
"Stop right there, police!"

The man froze and his friend turned loose of Maria who was shaking. The unruly
man turned and a male and female officer stood behind him. "Let's go outside,
Frank," the male officer said. "Ahh, Don," he said, "I was just having some
fun." "Sure, Frank," the officer said, "Did you pay your bill?" One of the
man's friends reached in his pocket and brought out a handful of bills and
through them on their table. "OK, let's go," the cop said.

Rhonda stood up and went around the table and helped Howard to his feet and
stood his chair right side up. The older man sat down, visibly shaken.

"Are you alright," the female officer asked. "Yes, thank you," Howard said.
"Is everyone else OK?" she inquired of the table. Everyone nodded. "OK, we'll
be back to take a statement, don't go anywhere," she said and turned for the
door, following the last of the drunk foursome.

Malia straightened the table the drunks had just vacated and collected the
cash, then came to our table. "Frank is a regular here," Malia said, "Usually
a nice guy, but when he gets drunk, he gets mean." "He needs to learn some
manners," Rhonda said. "Let me get you another round of drinks, on the house,"
Malia said, and went back to the bar.

Other customers sat themselves at the now vacated table and drinking and
conversations returned to normal.

The female officer returned with a clipboard and pulled over a vacant chair
and sat at our table. "Mind if I ask you a few questions," she said, directing
her question to Amanda. "Not at all, Officer Martinez," Amanda said. "Thanks,
but please, it's Veronica or Roni, and you are?" she asked. "I'm Amanda
Bennett," Amanda said and we went around the table giving our names. Roni
wrote them down on the form on her clipboard as well as where we were staying
and our home address.

Amanda described what lead up to the man tipping Howard to the floor and his
friend grabbing Maria by the shoulders. "I could have broken his arm or
dislocated his shoulder, but I took it easy on him," Amanda said. "And why was
that, Ms Bennett?" Roni asked. "For two reasons," Amanda replied, "First, he
was drunk. That's no excuse for poor manners, but I thought I'd give him a
break, but secondly, I didn't want to freak everyone out by beating him to a
pulp. That's what I really wanted to do." "Do you consider yourself a violent
person," Roni asked. Amanda smiled and said, "Only when I need to be. I'm very
strong and I could have snapped him in half, but I showed restraint." "I see,"
Roni said, "you look like a professional bodybuilder, are you?" Amanda
chuckled and said, "No, I'm so much stronger. Professional bodybuilders work
out for show, but I work out to control, to dominate and for pure pleasure."

Officer Martinez sat there processing what Amanda had just said. Amanda leaned
in towards the officer and in a low voice said, "Look at my muscles, Roni, I
know they turn you on. Put a hand on my thigh and feel my power, Roni, do it."
Slowly, the officer reached below the table and placed her hand on Amanda's
thigh. Amanda leaned a little closer and continued, "Run your hand under my
skirt, feel my massive clit." As if in a trance, Roni did, and as she did, she
bit her lip.

Amanda leaned toward Roni a little more so that now their lips were but an
inch apart. Softly Amanda said, "Imagine what it would be like to make love to
my 'she-cock', Roni, to pleasure your mistress; does that excite you?" "Yes,"
Roni whispered, and Amanda touched Roni's lips with the tip of her tongue, and
then pulled back.

Veronica Martinez blinked rapidly, and then looked down at her hand resting
below Amanda's skirt. She quickly pulled her hand free, at the same time
blushing. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Roni," Amanda said, "Come
by the condo when you get off work." Roni smiled, and then cleared her throat
and said, "Thank you for your time, Ms Bennett, I'll see you later." She got
up and went out of the bar.

That night, everyone turned in early with the exception of Amanda and I. There
was a light rap on the door a little after eleven o'clock and Amanda answered
it. Roni came in, still dressed in her uniform. "You're a bit overdressed,
officer," Amanda said, "You remember John, don't you?" "Yes, yes, of course I
do," Roni said, and shook my hand, and then to Amanda, "I brought this for
you." She put an orchid lei around Amanda's neck. The flowers hung to her
breasts. "Thank you, Roni, I never get flowers, do I John?" "No, mistress," I
said, blushing. Amanda gripped my neck and said, "Thant's OK, you give me
other things," and chuckled. Roni smiled. Amanda and I were both naked and
Roni's eyes went back and forth between Amanda and I.

"Please, come in, take off your gun, I assure you, you won't need it here,"
Amanda said, "Take off your uniform too." Roni removed her belt with her gun,
baton and cuffs, and then slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She had a bulletproof
vest on under the shirt. She unzipped her boots and 10-minutes later she was
down to bra and panties. "Now I know why I never wanted to be a cop," Amanda
said, "too many clothes". That got a chuckle from Roni. "If you don't mind me
saying," I said to Roni, "you look twenty pounds lighter without your uniform
and all that paraphernalia." Now it was her turn to chuckle and she said, "It
is a lot of equipment to carry around."

"Take off the bra and panties, Roni," Amanda said, and the cop quickly looked
at me. "Don't worry about John, I won't let him attack you," Amanda said
smiling, "at least not before I have my way with you." Slowly she unfastened
her bra, and then slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
Amanda wrinkled her nose and said, "We need to take care of that pubic hair,
honey, John, take her into my bathroom and shave her," Amanda said. Roni's
eyes went wide and she started to say something, but I cut her off, "Come on,
I'll be gentle," and I took her hand and walked her to the bathroom in the
master suite.

"Stand in the tub," I told her, and she got in. I turned on the hot water and
then got a pair of scissors from the drawer by the sink. I knelt before her
and began to clip the hair from her. When I felt I had cut the most, I got the
can of shave cream and lathered her pubis. Taking Amanda's razor, I inserted a
new blade and shaved her. "Do you do this a lot?" she asked. "I serve at the
pleasure of Mistress Amanda and Mistress Rhonda," I said, "If they want me to
shave them, wax them or one of their subjects, I do." "Is that what I am, one
of her subjects," Veronica asked. "Yes," I said, "I saw the look on your face
when you were fondling my mistress' clit." "That seemed like a dream," she
said. "It seems like a dream for me too," I told her, "when I bring her to
orgasm, you'll see."

I was done and rinsed her, washing away excess shave cream. I toweled her off
and inspected my handiwork. "The mistress will be pleased," I said, and stood
up. I helped her out of the tub and we went to the bedroom where Amanda sat in
a chaise. As we entered, Amanda stood up.

"Have a seat, John, I want to show Roni what a muscle goddess looks like and
can do," Amanda said. She stood facing the mirrored wardrobe doors. "Come and
stand behind me, Roni," she said. Amanda struck a double bicep pose and her
arms exploded. "Look at these babies, Roni, see how they peak, now watch," and
she slowly hit the pose four times. With each pose, her biceps and triceps got
bigger. "Feel them, little one, kiss them," Amanda said. Roni ran a hand over
the muscles then kissed them.

Amanda expanded her chest putting her hands on her narrow waist. "Look at this
chest, Roni, see the striated muscles, come here and tongue my tits," Amanda
told her. She stepped in front of the Amazon and took her breast between her
lips. Roni flicked each nipple with her tongue. "Hit me, Roni, hit my chest,"
Amanda said. The woman hesitated and Amanda said, "Come on, hit me, hit me as
hard as you can." Roni balled her fists and pounded on Amanda's chest, once,
twice, three times.

Tightening her abs, Amanda said, "Now hit me in the stomach, Roni," and
without hesitation the woman pounded on Amanda's abs. Amanda chuckled, "I
barely feel that, little one, now get on your knees and look at my massive
quads." Roni sank to her knees in front of my muscle goddess.

Amanda snapped her quads and they responded. Snake like veins coursed through
the muscles. "Look, my pet," Amanda said, "feel them, caress them, worship my
legs." Roni, wrapped her arms around Amanda's thigh and laid her cheek against
the granite like leg, then kissed the muscles and ran a tongue along a thick
vein. My cock was beginning to stir.

"Hand me your baton, Roni," Amanda said and Roni looked up questioningly.
"There, by the chaise," Amanda said. The woman looked and saw her baton from
her belt on the floor next to the chaise that Amanda had been sitting in. She
picked it up and handed it to Amanda. Amanda held the two-foot long wooden
baton between both hands, and then inserted the tip into her vagina. "Ahh,"
Amanda said as she pushed the phallic deeper. She released her grip and said,
"Now watch what my vaginal muscles can do, Roni." Roni was no more than a foot
from Amanda's clit and as she watched the Amazon moved the baton deeper into
her vagina. Once the shaft was more than half way in, Amanda said, "Listen."
There was a faint cracking sound and Amanda let out a sigh as part of the
baton fell to the floor. Roni stared down at the shaft and mumbled, "But how?"
Amanda said, "Superior muscle control and strength, my pet," and she expelled
the portion that was inside her. "Oh, mistress," Roni said, "That was
amazing."

"I need to climax now," Amanda said, "Take my clit in your mouth and pleasure
me. Drink all of my juices when I explode, do you understand?" "Yes,
mistress," she said.

As Roni licked and teased Amanda's clit, I began to stroke myself. I caught
Amanda's eyes watching me in the mirror. "Not yet, John, soon, but not yet,"
she said disapprovingly.

Amanda's clit grew and as it did Roni's eyes widened. Soon it was an amazing
8-inch long and as thick as my penis. Amanda climaxed and as she did, she held
Roni's face tight against her pussy, her stream of cum filling the woman's
mouth. Satiated she released her grip on the woman's head.

"That was marvelous, Roni," Amanda said, stretching, "I'd love to play longer,
but we have a flight to catch tomorrow and I need to pack. Perhaps you'd like
to service John, he's ready to explode, aren't you, John?" Veronica glanced at
my erect cock. "I'll be gentle, Roni," I said.

We left Amanda and went to the living room. Veronica lay on the couch and I
lay on top of her and slowly entered her. I was gentle and gave her two
orgasms before I finally came. We fell asleep in each other's arms totally
exhausted.

"Well, you two better wake up," Rhonda said, looking down at us the next
morning, "John, you still have to pack." "What time is it," I asked. "Nearly
eight o'clock," Rhonda said. "I better get a move on," Veronica said, "Thank
you for a wonderful evening, John," and she gave me a kiss and grabbed her
clothes and headed for the bathroom.

"Well," Rhonda said, "you made her a happy girl," and chuckled as she walked
toward the kitchen.

Veronica left and the five of us headed for the airport a short time later.
The week had gone quickly but we were returning rested and relaxed.

We checked in, checked our luggage and boarded our flight. Howard and Maria
were soon fast asleep. Amanda lost herself in a book and I watched the movie
that was being played.

Rhonda went to the restroom, which was in use. As she stood waiting an
attractive blonde flight attendant asked, "Pardon me for asking, but, are you
a bodybuilder?" Rhonda chuckled and said, "No, but I'm flattered you asked. Do
you like women with muscles?" "I love women with muscles," the flight
attendant said, "my last girlfriend worked out and I liked the way she looked,
but she wasn't half as ripped as you are."

"I work out daily and take pride in my body," Rhonda said, then flexed her
biceps for the girl, "I've grown these babies to sixteen inches of solid
muscle." "Wow," the girl said, "I could tell, that's why I asked if you were a
bodybuilder. I'm Heather." "Hi, Heather, I'm Rhonda," and she shook hands with
the girl.

The restroom door opened and a middle age man came out, looked at Rhonda and
smiled and made his way back down the aisle to his seat.

"I hate airplane bathrooms," Rhonda said, "they're just not big enough and
they always seem to smell." Heather laughed, "I know what you mean, especially
when you're big. I had a passenger who used the lavatory and got stuck between
the cabinet and the bulkhead. He weighed over four hundred pounds and it took
two of us to pull him free. I thought he was going to have to stay in there
till we deplaned." Now it was Rhonda's turn to laugh. "That's funny, Heather,
maybe you should write a book," Rhonda said. "Yeah, I could include a chapter
on the 'mile high club' too," Heather said.

"Mile high club, what's that?" Rhonda asked. "That's what we call it when you
have sex aboard a plane while it's in flight," Heather said. "Oh, and does
that happen often," Rhonda asked. "Not often," Heather said, "but every once
in a while we find passenger's screwing in the seats or in the lavatories."
"What about here in the galley?" Rhonda asked. "Well, I've never caught anyone
having sex here," Heather said looking around, "not private enough I suppose."

Rhonda pulled the curtain between the galley and the main cabin. "Then I'll be
your first," Rhonda said, "Get on your knees, Heather and tongue my pussy."
Heather hesitated. "Do it or I'll show you how strong I am, Heather," Rhonda
warned. Fear crept into the flight attendants eyes and Rhonda recognized it
instantly. Rhonda hiked her mid-thigh skirt up to her waist as Heather
serviced her.

A man entered the galley from the other aisle destined for the restroom there.
Caught off guard by the sight of the flight attendant on her knees in front of
Rhonda, the passenger froze.

"Pull the curtain," Rhonda said sternly to the man. Heather stole a glance at
the intruder from the corner of her eye, but didn't stop, as the man drew the
curtain on his side of the galley.

Rhonda with one hand on the back of Heather's head began to moan softly, and
then she came, soaking the flight attendants face. Rhonda looked over to see
the man stroking the bulge in his pants. Rhonda gently pushed Heather out of
the way and unbuckled the man's trousers. They fell to the floor as she ripped
the front of his underwear. The man's cock sprang free.

Rhonda grasped his penis and gently stroked the shaft. "Ahh," the man said,
"That hurts." Rhonda bent and whispered in his ear, "That's too bad, sugar,
because it feels good to me," as she chuckled and quickened her pace. "Please,
that hurts," he repeated and Rhonda again increased the rhythm.

Looking down at Heather who was now trying to wipe Rhonda's cum from her face,
Rhonda said softly, "Take him, Heather." She didn't hesitate and as she took
the man's cock in her mouth, Rhonda let go of the shaft. She watched as the
man exploded, then disappeared into the restroom.

When she emerged, the man was gone and Heather was in the far aisle taking
drink orders. Rhonda went back to her seat. "You were gone a while," I said to
her, "everything OK?" "Sure, John," she replied, "just taking care of some
business and joining the 'mile high' club."

Before landing, the flight attendant stopped by Rhonda's seat. "I just want to
thank you, Rhonda," Heather said, "Now I'll have more for my book," and
smiled, then moved down the aisle.

Shortly after the flight attendant came by, a man also approached Rhonda and
squatted in the aisle next to her. "Thanks for making my flight a memorable
one. If I can ever be of service, please give me a call," he said and handed
her a business card. Rhonda glanced at it and then smiled and said, "I may
take you up on that. I'm glad I made your trip special."

The man returned to his seat and a flight attendant came on the PA system and
said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching LAX, where the local time is
... "