Genie - Part 25
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of Genie, a young muscle maiden, and her life as she comes of age.


Little did Olivia know how true that was, my legs and arms were killers,
litterally. Alicia knew, of course. But I suppose that would be a family
secret.

An odd thing happened that summer though. Bill was working as a pizza delivery
guy and was robbed one night in early August. He made a delivery to a home in
a rather run down portion of town, however, when he got to the door, the
homeowner, an old lady knew nothing about a pizza order. Bill turned and left,
but as he was getting into his car, he was spun around and held at knife
point. The robber not only took his money, $35, but also the pizza.
Fortunately for Bill the man didn't take his car.

Bill did what all good citizens do and filed a police report, but chances were
slim that the cops would catch the robber.

Then as luck would have it, Bill spotted the man only a mile or so from where
he had been robbed. The man was mowing the lawn so Bill was fairly sure that
it was the man's house. He told me just as he was going to call the police. I
told him that I'd like to take care of it, but that he was welcome to tag
along if he liked.

That evening, we drove to the house that Bill saw the man at. I knocked on the
door with Bill somewhat out of sight behind me. When a man answered the door,
I noted the look of surprise on his face. I could almost read his mind as he
was thinking, 'This is my lucky day.' How wrong he was.

'Excuse me,' I said, 'my car ran out of gas. Can I use your phone to call my
dad to come pick me up?' 'Sure, honey,' he said, 'come on in,' and held the
door open for me. As soon as I was inside, I held the door for Bill and the
look on the man's face said it all as he recognized the pizza delivery man.

'Hey,' he said, 'what is this? Who's he?' 'I think you know who he is,' I
said, and to Bill, 'is this the guy?' 'That's him alright,' Bill said, 'he's
the one that took my money and the pizza.' 'OK, thanks, Bill, you can go if
you want,' I said, 'this guy and I are going to get a little better acquainted
and it might get ugly.' 'That's OK, Genie, he robbed me, I may as well stay,'
Bill said.

'Now, where do we begin,' I said, 'I suppose first you need to pay my friend
here back the money you stole, then you'll appologize, do you understand?'
'You can kiss my ass, bitch,' he said and turned to leave, that is until I
spun him around and slapped him on the side of his mouth. Not hard but hard
enough to draw a little blood. 'Owe,' he said, 'what did you do that for?'

'For one, it's not polite to call people 'bitch',' I said, 'and number two,
you were going to turn your back on me and walk away. You aren't in control
here, I am.' 'Yea, says who, bitch,' he said, and I slapped him on the other
side of the mouth. Now he had two trickles of blood on his lip. The guy was
pissed off now and drew his arm back to take a swing, but I caught his fist in
my hand and it was like he had hit a wall. I squeezed his fist and felt bones
break. He cried out in pain, and I realized I was beginning to enjoy this.

'You know, I really am enjoying myself,' I told him, 'aren't you Bill?' 'Ahh,
I don't know, Genie, he doesn't look so tough now,' Bill said, 'maybe we
should just go.' 'Oh, Bill,' I said, still holding the man's broken hand, 'we
haven't gotten your money back or your apology.'

'Is there anyone else here,' I asked the man. 'Screw you, tough girl,' he
said, he really was asking for it. I gave him a right jab to the ribs. I knew
it hurt by the expression on his face and also because he doubled over
clutching where I had hit him. 'Come on,' I said, 'where's the money you took
from Bill?' 'What money,' he asked and then chuckled. Yes, I was definitely
enjoying this. I pushed him down to the ground and with my stilletto heel,
pinned his broken hand to the floor. I put my weight on the one foot and drove
my heel through his hand. He yelled and began to sob. For good measure, I did
a small pirouette on my heel. Blood flowed from his wound onto the carpet. I
stood looking down at the man.

'You know,' I said as I stood there, 'we don't even know your name.' 'It's
Sam,' he moaned. 'Well, Sam, how about it, are you going to get Bill here the
money you stole from him?' 'Yeah, yeah, OK, just let me up,' he pleaded. I
stepped off his hand. He got to his feet, but was rather unsteady and headed
toward the back of the house. 'I've got it in a safe in one of the bedrooms,'
he said over his shoulder. 'Alright,' I said, following him, 'but don't try
any tricks.' Bill was right behind me, but he looked rather pale. I think the
blood dripping from Sam's hand was making him queasy.

Sam went into the bedroom, I was right behind him, and I could see the safe
against the far wall. What I didn't see though was the baseball bat lying
against the wall and the safe. Sam quickly grabbed it, turned, hitting me in
the abs. 'Whack!' It sounded like a heavy thud. Had I not had rock hard abs, I
would have doubled over, but as it was I probably would just have a bruise. I
grabbed the bat as he was ready to rewind and give me another shot. 'You son
of a bitch,' I yelled, and holding the bat at each end, snapped it over my
knee, throwing it against the wall.

Sam stood there open mouthed. 'That wasn't nice, Sam,' I said, 'Open the safe
before I hurt you more than I have to.' I think Sam realized he was out-manned
or maybe I should say 'out-womaned', any way, he dropped to his knees and
openned the safe.

As soon as the door was ajar I hauled Sam to his feet and threw him on the
bed. 'Get your money, Bill' I said, 'tell me there isn't a gun in there.' Bill
knelt by the safe and grabbed some cash, then, standing up, held out a short
barreled pistol. I openned the cylinder and let the bullets scatter across the
floor. 'You probably expected to get the drop on me with this pistol like you
did with the bat, didn't you, Sam' I asked. 'I, err, well,' he sputtered, but
didn't say anything else. He knew he was on the losing end of this fight.

'Bill, why don't you take the money and the gun and wait for me in the truck,
Sam and I have some business we have to attend to,' I said. Bill left and I
looked down at Sam lying on the bed, his hand still bleeding. I picked up the
barrel end of the broken bat from where it lay. I tapped it against my abs,
'you know it would take more than a baseball bat to hurt me, Sam, but it will
do major damage to you,' I said, and brought it down on his ribs as he rolled
to his right. He screamed in pain. I swung again and again, cracking more and
more ribs and doing some internal damage as well.

I think he was near to passing out, so I rolled him on his back and positioned
his head at the end of the bed. 'I'm going to make this quick, Sam,' I said
and lifting my short skirt, straddled his face. His nose fit nicely in my
crack. 'Do you like that, Sam? Do you like the smell of a real woman?' I
asked. He mumbled something, but I couldn't hear him. I was lost in the fact
that his shallow breathing felt good on my clit. 'That's it, Sam, lick me,' I
said and found myself absently squeezing his head between my thighs.

Soon, there was no more breathing. No more tongue. I stood up and looked down
at the crushed skull of Sam. 'What a waste,' I said to the corpse, 'you were
doomed from the start, you just didn't know it.' I straightened my skirt,
checked the safe for additional cash and finding none, left the bedroom.

I made sure the house was wipped down. I went to my truck and Bill was there,
the empty gun still in his lap. I picked it up letting my fingers linger on
his crotch. 'Poor baby, I'm sorry you had to see that,' and bent down and
kissed him on the cheek.

'How much money was in the safe?' I asked. 'Over eight hundred dollars, do you
think I should put the rest back?' he asked. I looked at him for a few seconds
then said, 'Why? He doesn't need it any longer, so just consider the extra
money a tip, a rather large tip,' I told him.

'I'm sorry you had to see that, Bill,' I repeated, then said, 'but you have to
promise not to tell anyone about what happened, OK?' 'Oh, Genie,' Bill said,
'I promise, you're my muscle goddess.'

To be continued ...