Genie Part 14
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


That night in the shower, my thoughts turning to my performance with Diego,
the naked football players and the thought of having sex with Mr. Wilson, I
masturbated.

The next day at school, during lunch, one of the 'rich bitches' came up to me
as I was eating an apple. I was sitting alone on a bench at one of the tables.
Her friends were at a table near by, watching. 'Welcome to Pierce High
School,' she said. 'Thanks', I said. 'I'm Olivia, what's your name?' she
asked. 'I'm Genie,' I said. She looked back at her friends, then turned back
to me, 'Listen, my friends and I were wondering if you're straight or gay,'
she said, ' and one of them thinks you use to be a guy. Were you?'

Keeping my emotions in check, I said, 'Which one thinks I use to be a guy?'
She looked a bit flustered and hadn't anticipated the question. She looked
back at her group of friends, turned back to me and said, 'The girl with the
blue blazer, Rebecca.' I looked over and Rebecca who looked like a clone of
Olivia. I made eye contact with her, but said to Olivia, 'well, you tell
Rebecca and the rest of your friends that if they want to know about my sex or
my sexual preference, they need to come to me themselves. Got that?' I turned
back to Olivia, 'And as for once being a guy, I'm all woman and always have
been.' The others couldn't see my hand that held the apple because Olivia was
blocking sight of it, but I squeezed it, crushing it in my hand. Olivia
watched, open mouthed, 'what about you, Olivia, what team do you play for,' I
asked and wiped my hand on her skirt, leaving it resting on her thigh.

'You bitch,' she said, 'look at my skirt, it's ruined!' She jumped up and
hurried back to her table of girlfriends. I looked their way and smiled and
waved. 'Mean,' I thought, 'maybe, but what did they mean, did I use to be a
guy?'

That afternoon, after school, Alicia picked me up. On the way home, we talked
about a car for me. To me it made more sense to get a pick-up. Alicia liked
the idea and agreed. So I looked in the local paper for used trucks. I found
one that sounded pretty good and the price was within reason, so I called and
made an appointment to see it on Saturday.

Saturday came and I rode a bike to the address the guy had given me. It was
only a couple miles from the house and, with the hills, it afforded me a good
workout. I looked the truck over as I approached the house. It was a small
tract home that looked like it could use some repair. The man came out the
front door. 'It's a great truck,' he said, 'you must be Genie.' 'Yes, that's
me,' I said, 'can I look under the hood?' 'Sure,' he said and got in and
released the hood latch. I looked at the engine and under the truck for oil
drops. Finding none I said, 'Can I take it for a ride?' 'Sure,' he said,
'here,' and tossed me the keys.

He got in the passenger side and I drove. I took it on the highway and on
hills and it performed well. I drove back to his house. 'OK, I'll take it.
Your ad said $2,400, is that right?' I asked. 'Sure,' he said, 'I got the pink
slip if you have the cash'. I brought the money out of my pocket and he
grabbed it. As quick as he could he opened the truck door and was half-way to
the house when I caught up with him.

I wrapped my arm around his throat from behind and applied a little pressure,
trapping him between the crook of my arm and my ever expanding bicep. 'Now,' I
said, 'about that pink slip, let's go inside and get it,' and started walking
him to the house.

Once inside, I said, 'OK, mister, let's have my cash back,' and took it from
him, 'now where's the bill of sale?' He pointed to a drawer in a side table in
the dining room. I walked him over and opened it. Sure enough the paperwork
was there but so was a revolver. With my free hand, I picked up the gun and
let him go from the choke hold.

'Well, what were you going to do with this?' I asked. 'It's just for
protection,' he said, 'you can never be too careful.' 'Uh-huh,' I said, 'here,
sign the paperwork,' and handed him the papers. He sat at the dining room
table and filled it out. 'What about my money?' he asked. 'I should just take
the truck, but here, here's $2,000 for it,' I said, 'I'll keep the other $400
since you tried to rip me off.'

I took the paperwork, keys and as I was walking to the truck, I emptied the
revolver, then taking it by the barrel and the handle, bent it in half. As I
was bending it, I watched the man's face. It went from disbelief to shock. I
liked the power I had. I tossed the gun to the man. 'Here you go,' I said,
'sorry about your pistol, but you can never be too careful, ya' know.' I left.

When I got home, there was a new BMW parked in the drive. As I entered, Alicia
was in the great room with Olivia. 'Genie, you have a guest,' Alicia said,
'she got here about 5-minutes ago. I'll leave you two to talk,' and turning to
Olivia, she said, 'It was good to meet you, Olivia.'

'Look,' she said as she stood up, 'I'm sorry about today. I think I got off on
the wrong foot. My friends talked me in to saying those terrible things, I'm
sorry.' 'OK, no problem, Olivia,' I said, not knowing whether to believe her
or not, 'I'm sorry I ruined your skirt.' 'I had it coming,' she said, 'but
that's OK, I have others. So tell me though, do you work out or something, you
look strong.' I smiled, 'Yea, I work out and I am strong. I'm going to help
the football team with their weight training,' I told her. 'My boyfriend is on
the football team,' she said, 'his name is Ryan'.

'Sorry,' I said, 'I haven't met any of the players yet, I'm just setting up
the weight room.' 'You'll recognize him when you meet him, he's handsome,' she
said, 'Well, I should be going, I just came by to appologize. See ya' at
school tomorrow.' 'OK, but tell your friends to be nice,' I said, 'I don't
need any trouble.'

The following day, Mr. Wilson told me that the weights he had ordered came in,
but that we'd have to pick them up. He asked if I minded going with him
tonight to get them at the warehouse. I told him I didn't mind and that I'd
meet him here at school at 6:30.

I was back at the school at 6:30 and Mr. Wilson was there. We drove in his
truck to the warehouse. He showed the invoice to the warehouse manager and the
man showed us where the pallet of weights and dumbbells were. We began taking
them to Mr. Wilson's truck. In no time, we had worked up a sweat. Mr. Wilson
took off his T-shirt and I couldn't help but marvel at his chest. Nice,
defined muscles. He had very nice abs and certainly big arms.

We returned to school, making small talk as we drove. We parked outside the
weight room. By now it was nearly 8:00 and the campus was deserted, not even
janitors roaming around. We set about unloading the weights and since the room
had been closed up, it was warm. Again, Mr. Wilson removed his shirt as he
worked.

He sat a barbell down and was turning when I came up next to him and ran my
hand across his chest. He gave me a strange look and said, 'You know we
shouldn't, Genie.' 'I know,' I said, 'but muscles turn me on. I know they turn
you on too.' Now a smile lit up his face, 'Am I that obvious?' 'I could lie,'
I said, 'and say your not, but the bulge in your pants will give you away
every time.'

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and then unsnapped my pants letting them fall
to the floor. 'What do you think, Mr. Wilson of your new assistant,' I said as
I pivoted in front of him. 'You're amazing, Genie,' he said, 'truly amazing.'
'Why thank you, Mr. Wilson,' I said, and I reached forward and unsnapped his
jeans. As they fell to the floor nest to mine, his cock sprang forward. I was
not disappointed.

I gently stroked his shaft and he let out a low moan. 'Don't come yet', I
said, 'Genie wants to play.'

To be continued ...