Genie - Part 21
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


Note: If any fan has a suggestion for a story line or special request, please
let me know by writing to Muscle Fan at covert.1@hotmail.com

'Come on, guys,' I said, 'Let's get out of here; I think we've had our
pre-prom fun!' We joined Olivia and Ryan out front and climbed in the limo for
a prom we'd never forget.

We arrived at the prom and took a table away from the dance floor. While I was
athletic, a dancer I wasn't. Most of the tables nearest the dance floor were
taken up by seniors anyway, and as the junior class, we were relegated to the
furter tables. That didn't matter to me.

Olivia and Ryan, Becky and Allen and Bill and I headed for the dance floor. We
were lost in the crowd, although with my heels on, I was visible above most of
the partiers.

After a few dances, we had our pictures taken as a group, then as couples.
Just for fun, I had Bill sit on my lap for one of the shots.

Back in the main ballroom, we sat at the table and talked; commented on who
was with whom, who was wearing what, and even what teachers we found 'hot'.
When I mentioned that I thought Mr. Wilson was hot, I got a nod from both
Olivia and Becky, although I'm sure they would have been surprised to learn
that Mr. Wilson was one of my slaves. Surprising to me was that Bill thought
Ms Adams, my counselor, was hot. If only he knew what Ms Adams and I had done
one night, he may have changed his idea about her. He might also have been
interested to know that she was one of my slaves as well.

As we sat there, who should come by the table than one of the chaperones, Mr.
Wilson. 'Good evening, ladies, gentlemen,' he said. 'Good evening, Mr.
Wilson,' we replied. 'Is everyone having a good time,' he asked. All three of
the boys nodded, but Becky said, 'Oh, yes Mr. Wilson, it got off to an
exciting start, but we're having a good time now.' I could have kicked her for
elluding to what had happened at the restaurant, but thought I'd let it die.

He looked around the table, his eyes resting on me for a few seconds, then
turned and asked Becky, 'What do you mean it got off to an exciting start?' 'A
drunk spilled his beer on me as we were leaving and Genie knocked him down,'
she said. Again, he looked back at me, 'Genie is that true?' 'Yes, Mr.
Wilson,' I said, 'but he was drunk and I didn't hurt him.' He then glanced at
his football players, 'And what were you three doing while Genie was defending
Becky?' The boys were somewhat caught off guard and blushing. Ryan spoke
first, 'Olivia and I were already outside and didn't know what was going on.'
'And you two,' Mr. Wilson asked, indicating Bill and Allen. 'Well, Mr.
Wilson,' Allen said, 'the drunken guy pushed me, then backhanded Bill, like
Genie said, and then she knocked him down.'

'Genie,' Mr. Wilson said, 'may I speak with you alone for a minute,' and
walked toward one of the exits. I got up and followed. Once out of the
ballroom, he asked, 'Are you all right?' 'Yes, Mr. Wilson, I'm fine,' I said.
'OK, but are you sure you didn't hurt the guy,' he asked, 'you know you let
your muscles get the better of you sometimes.' 'Mr. Wilson, do I have to
remind you who you're talking to,' I asked. 'No, mistress, it's just that I'm
concerned,' he said. I smiled. How cute.

I slipped into the girl's restroom, pulling Mr. Wilson by his tie. Fortunately
it wasn't occupied. I held him close and grabbed his butt, kissed him on the
lips and jammed my tongue down his throat. I could feel his cock stiffen. I
broke the kiss and told him, 'thanks for caring about your mistress, that's
sweet, but you know I could have killed that guy with one hand if I wanted
to.' 'Yes, I know, mistress, but I do care,' he said. 'Thanks again,' I told
him, 'but you better go in one of those stalls and get that cock under control
or you're going to "stick out" in the ballroom'. I smiled at him and left.

Back in the ballroom, a slow song was just starting. I grabbed Bill, 'come
on,' I said, 'let's dance,' and led him to the dance floor. I held him close,
even though he was a couple of inches shorter than me, he didn't have to look
up much to look me in the eyes. 'So,' I said, 'you really think Ms. Adams is
hot?' 'Well,' he said, 'not as hot as you, but cute, you know what I mean?'
'Yeah,' I said, 'I guess, but I thought you liked muscle girls like me.' 'Oh,
I do,' he said, and I could feel the bulge in his pants through my dress that
gave testament to his statement, 'it's just that I'm shy and was reluctant to
ask you to prom.'

I grabbed one of his butt cheeks and gave him a playful squeeze and said, 'you
don't have to be shy around me, Bill, I know what men and women want and I
know how to make them happy. I also know how to punish them if they get out of
hand, like that drunk tonight.' 'You certainly took care of him,' Bill said,
'but if he wouldn't have hit me, I could have handled the situation.' 'I'm
sure you could have,' I said, 'but he was no match for me,' and gave Bill a
wicked little smile.

'Come on,' I said, and pulled Bill by the arm. We left the ballroom and went
into the women's restroom and into one of the stalls. I whispered in his ear,
'Let me show you what your date has,' and flexed my bicep in front of him. 'Do
you like that, Bill,' I asked as his eyes got big. He only nodded. 'Kiss it,
Bill, kiss my muscle,' I said and he complied. 'Now the other one,' and flexed
it while he kissed my arm. I watched as he kissed my biceps and marveled at
the veins running through my arms. They looked like tenticles.

Reaching round behind me, I unzipped my dress and let it fall below my big
breasts. I inhaled and my chest pinned him to the wall of the toilet stall.
'What do you think of my tits, Bill,' I asked. 'They... they're, fantastic,
Genie, they're huge,' he said stammered. 'Yes, Bill, these girls are big and
they're hard. Feel them, feel my nipples, they're like steel,' I said and
stepped back so that he could touch them. He probed my nipples with his
fingertip, then the palm of his hand.

'Do you want to suck them, Bill,' I said. He nodded, not taking his eyes from
my muscled breasts. 'Go ahead, Bill, suck my nipples,' I said, and as he went
to work tonguing my nipples, I clenched his head between my tits, holding it
firm. 'Hey,' he said, 'what ... ' Just then the door to the restroom opened.
'Shh,' I whispered to him, 'be quiet.' I could hear footsteps walk past the
stall we were in and go into one two down from us.

I still had Bill pinned between my breasts and I constricted my chest muscles.
'Ow, that hurts,' he said. 'Who's there,' came the voice from two stalls away.
It was Ms Adams. I looked down at Bill and relaxed my hold on his head.

'Who's there, I said,' she repeated. I just stared at Bill and nodded for him
to speak. 'It's me, Bill Robins, Ms Adams,' he said. There was the sound of
flushing then a couple of footsteps and knocking on the door to our stall,
'What's going on in there, Mr Robins,' she asked. Bill opened the door and
looked down at Ms Adams, the teacher who he thought was 'hot'. She had on a
form fitting black dress that clung to her small frame, her small breasts
barely visible.

She was focused on Bill, but then she saw me behind him and gasped, 'Genie,
oh, I didn't know,' she said. Bill turned to look at me. 'Didn't know what,' I
asked Ms Adams. 'I didn't know Bill here was in there with you,' she said,
then she saw that the top of my dress was still down, my breasts exposed. She
unconciously licked her lips.

'Yes, Bill was just sucking my tits, weren't you, Bill,' I said. 'I, er, that
is, I, ah, yeah, I was, Ms Adams,' he stammered, and turned back to face Ms
Adams, embarrased. Poor Bill, little did he know.

'Maybe you'd like to show Bill how it's done, Ms Adams,' I said. Now it was Ms
Adams who was embarrased.

To be continued ...