Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 7


I loved working at 'HB Gym.' Howard Barber, the owner, left me to deal with
the clients and answer their questions while he busied himself with the books,
paying bills, ordering supplies, etc.

Johnny Johnson, the peeping tom, was a regular at the gym, although he spent
most of his time watching me or the female clients. His wife, Mary Johnson,
was the female version of her husband; slight of built and mousey. The pair
never came in together, so one afternoon while there weren't many people
there, I approached her.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Tammy, I've met your husband, John," and I held out my hand
to shake. She shook my hand and it was as if I had just taken hold of a dead
fish, but keeping hold of her hand, I looked her in the eyes and said, "Come
back about ten tonight." Before she could question me I walked away.

That evening, there was a soft tap at the door and I let Mary in, relocking
the door behind her. "Wh-what did you, ahh, want to see me about?" she asked,
stammering as her husband had a few nights before. I smiled at the woman, but
I'm sure it was my appearance that through her off. I was wearing a Spandex
bikini bottom and was bare-chested.

"Look, Mary, your husband has a thing for dominant women, muscular women, did
you know that?" I asked. "No, but, ahh, he's mentioned you," she said. "I'm
sure he has," I said, not bothering to ask what he said, "he was watching me
work out one night." "Oh, I see," Mary said, "and were you dressed like this?"
I laughed and said, "Yes, of course, I like to look at my body in the mirrors
when I work out, it's a turn on for me."

Mary didn't know what to say so I said, "I asked you here tonight not to
complain about your husband, but to give you some advice." "Advice," she said,
"about my husband." "Yes, if you don't 'grow a pair', you're going to lose him
to a woman such as me, and do you want that?" I asked. "No, no, of course
not," she said. "Then you better become more assertive, more dominant," I told
her. "Dominant?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "just like I can dominate you. You were intimidated when you
stepped through the front door; therefore I know I can dominate you." She
looked at me, not knowing what to say.

"Take off your clothes," I said. "No, I'm going to ... ," she started to say
when I slapped her open handed across her right cheek. "Don't ever talk back
to me, Mary, do I make myself clear?" I asked. "Look, I'm going to ... " she
started to say again when I slapped her a second time, perhaps a little
harder. Her cheek now rosy in color, I said, "Get undressed or I'll take your
clothes off of you and I won't be delicate about it either." I held her stare
and this time rather than argue, she began to unbutton her blouse.

"Now the jeans," I said once she had removed her blouse and laid it aside.
Again she hesitated and I raised my hand, but she began to unbutton her jeans.
She kicked off her sandals and removed the jeans laying them with her blouse.

I turned her to face the mirror, standing behind her. I unfastened her bra and
she tensed as I worked the clasp. I tossed it on the bench with her other
clothes. "You've got the makings of a good, dominant wife," I said, "but
you'll need some instructions and will have to work very hard."

I reached around her and cupped her breasts that were larger than mine. I
stepped closer so that my chest was pressed against her back. "Feel my body,
Mary," I said, "it feels as though your back is against a warm stone
sculpture, doesn't it?" "Hmm," she said softly as she closed her eyes. I
played with her nipples' rolling them between my fingers and pulling at them.

"Hmm," she said again as I now ran a hand down her belly, beneath her panties,
then toyed with her pubis. Whispering in her ear, I said, "Lesson number one
is to always shave. Keep your pussy free of hair so Johnny or whoever can go
down on you." "Uh-huh" she said in agreement.

I inserted my middle finger in her vagina and she bucked against my chest.
"You like that," I said softly in her ear. "Uh-huh," she said in agreement
again. I moved my index finger inside and began to slowly piston my fingers in
and out. Her body responded and soon she was panting heavily. She came quickly
with a shudder. "Ahh," she sighed as she was spent. But I wasn't done yet.

"Good girl, now it's my turn," I whispered not more than an inch from her ear,
"I want you to fuck me with that tongue of yours." "Hmm," she said, not
realizing what I had just said. "I said," I told her, "eat my pussy, Mary, I'm
going to cum and I want you to lap every drop." Her body tensed as what I said
sank in. I removed my fingers and turning her around, licked the tips of them.

I looked down at her pale body next to my bronze color and held her close to
me. "Do you ever go down on John," I asked. "No," she said softly. "Lesson
number two, pleasure your mate and he or she will pleasure you," I said, "now
service my clit." And with that, I put my hands on her shoulders and gently
pushed down guiding her to her knees.

"Pull my shorts down and suck me," I said. She hesitated and I took her hair
in both hands and guided her face to my waiting crotch. "Suck me," I said more
sternly and pulled her hair. She reached up and pulled my shorts down, then
looked at my pussy and pearl of a clit.

I took a half step forward and planted my clit on her lips, gyrating my hips
slightly. She commenced to nuzzle me, and then flicked my clit with her
tongue. She became more enthusiastic with each passing minute.

"Lesson number three," I said, breathing heavily, "always pleasure your
mistress," and exploded with a stream of cum. Having her hair still
intertwined in my fingers, I held her face in place while I 'shot my load', as
my brother's would have said.

I loosened my grip and she tossed her head from side to side sending droplets
of cum flying. "You did well, my pet," I said, "for your first time. You make
a good slave." She looked up at me questioningly. I said, "Yes, Mary, you're
my bitch now. You and John, but you can take control of John, so you will be
rewarded, now stand up."

"Follow me," I said and she reached to retrieve her clothing. "You won't need
those," I said and lead her into the ladies locker room. "Lay down," I said
and indicated the bench. She did and I brought a small pot of hot wax from a
counter that I had put on to heat earlier. I waxed her pubis and applying the
gauze, pulled the hair off. "Ow!" she yelled. "Be quiet, bitch," I said,
"you'll learn to love a little pain," and proceeded to remove all of the
unwanted hair.

Standing back, I said, "That's better, go look in the mirror." She slowly got
up and stood in front of the mirror. "How does that feel?" I asked. Slowly she
ran her fingertips over her now naked mons. I saw a slight smile on her face
and said, "See, Mistress Tammy took care of you. Now clean up that mess,"
indicating the used material strips, "and come out to the gym floor."

Mary came out a few minutes later, her mons still red from the wax
application. "OK, I want to show you some exercises. These will help some
muscle on that body of yours."

I ran through a series of exercises and she watched and listened intently. She
asked questions and it seemed like she became genuinely interested. After an
hour, she was thoroughly drenched with sweat. "Go shower, Mary," I said, "I'm
going to get some things that you're going to buy. Consider it my payment for
your personal training." By the time she was done showering and dressed, I had
selected and rung up over three hundred dollars' worth of workout gear and
protein supplements. One of the bottles of capsules was Biomax supplement.

I rang up her purchases and holding the door open for her, let her out. As she
was part way through the door, she turned to me and said, "Thank you,
mistress," and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Good night, Mary," I said,
shutting and locking the door behind her.

I padded to the shower and let the hot water soak my muscles. 'John will
appreciate a strong, assertive wife,' I thought, 'and Mary will appreciate the
control that comes with her new position. Besides, perhaps John will stop
moping around here with his tongue hanging out once Mary takes control.'

A week or two passed and I was pleased to see Mary increase her stamina as
well as the weight she was lifting. Her technique and form improved and she
seemed to have a more confident stride in her step. John, too, seemed less
attentive to me and wasn't lusting after the female clients as he had in the
past.

I went to see Zoe at her boutique. She looked very trendy in a straight
mini-skirt and off the shoulder blouse. Her make-up and hair looked as if they
were professionally done. I couldn't help but comment as I walked through the
door of the shop, "Wow, Zoe, look at you. You look fantastic," and I gave her
a hug and kissed her on the lips. When we separated, she ran a thumb over my
lips wiping her lipstick from my lip.

"And you look fantastic too, Tam," she said. I had on my Spandex workout
shorts, a T-shirt that hung off one shoulder and my cross trainers. I felt
anything but 'fantastic looking.' She could read my face. "No, I'm serious,
Tam," she said, "You look like a female bodybuilder." "Yea," I said, "maybe a
female bodybuilder whose hair hasn't seen a brush in days."

A woman came in and began browsing the racks. She was smartly dressed and
looked at some items, and then dismissed them. Zoe said to me, "Excuse me,
Tam, let me help this customer." She went to the woman and spoke to her. I
couldn't hear what was said, but the woman took a blouse off the rack and
waved it at Zoe. Zoe's hands began to become animated. The woman's face
reddened. I moved a little closer to see if I could hear what was being said.

"So," the woman said, "you can't help me. I want to see your boss or the store
manager and I want to see her now!" Zoe, keeping her voice low and controlled
said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but the owner/manager isn't here today." "Fine!" the
woman said, "Then I'll just take this blouse." "That's fine, ma'am, will that
be cash or charge," Zoe asked reaching for the blouse.

"Humph!" the woman said, "You misunderstood, I said I'm taking the blouse, I
said nothing about paying for it," and she turned to leave. Zoe glanced over
her shoulder at me and I looked from her to the woman who was nearly at the
front door.

I quickly went after her and as she reached for the door handle, I grabbed her
shoulder and spun her around to face me. "Wh-what?" she said, "take your hands
off of me you deadbeat." 'Deadbeat' I thought, 'who's she talking about?'
"Look, lady," I said, "you can't just walk out without paying for that
blouse." She stood there looking at me for a moment then her face reddened
again and she said, "Not that it's any concern of yours, but I'm owed this
blouse. The one I bought the other day was defective, now I really have to
go."

"Why didn't you bring the other blouse back with your receipt?" I asked. She
straightened her back and said, "You don't work here, so I don't need to
answer to some child, now let me have my blouse." "Child," I asked, "listen,
you're not leaving here with the blouse, now get out." "You insolent little
bitch, do you know who you're talking to?" she said. "Only that you're a rude
bitch who seems pretty full of herself," I said in return.

She slapped me, but not hard. I blinked but stood my ground. "Is that the best
you got, bitch?" I asked. She took her arm back to deliver another slap and I
grabbed her forearm. "I could snap your arm like a twig, bitch," I said, "but
I'm not going to, instead, I'm going to humiliate you," and I turned still
holding on to the woman's arm and walked toward the dressing room and
storeroom beyond.

"Let go of me!" she screamed, but I didn't loosen my grip, not until we got to
the storage room. I looked at Zoe who had followed us in and said, "Zoe, go
out and watch the floor, OK? You don't need to be part of this." She left and
I locked the door behind her. Only then did I let go of the woman's arm.

"So, what are you going to do, fatso, call me names?" she taunted. "Fatso?" I
asked, "you're mistaking muscles for fat, wimp, and no, I'm not just going to
call you names although I can think of many that fit. You need to be taught a
lesson." "Yeah, and who's going ... " That's when I slapped her. Not hard, but
it snapped her head to one side.

"Shut up," I said, "Get undressed." "Wh-what, you can't make me, I'm not going
to get undressed for you or anyone else," she said. I smiled and grabbed her
silk blouse, tearing it down the front sending small pearl shaped buttons
scattering. "You bitch!" she roared, "That blouse was nearly one hundred
dollars." "The skirt is next," I said, "unless you take it off yourself." She
looked at me for a few moments then unzipped her skirt.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, now standing in front of me clad only
in a bra and panty set that probably cost what I made at the gym in a month,
as well as a pair of black pumps. "Take off the bra and panties, lady," I said
as I pulled my T-shirt over my head. She was reaching in back for her bra
clasp when she saw my chest. Her mouth opened slightly. I smiled at her.

I peeled my Spandex shorts down my thick thighs and kicked them away. Now
standing before her naked she looked in my eyes and I smiled. "Yes, baby,
Mistress Tammy is going to have some fun with you." "No, wait," she pleaded,
"Please don't hurt me. I'll make it worth your while, just don't hurt me."

"Oh, baby," I said and wrapped my arms around her torso, "Mistress Tammy is
just going to play with you for a while." I unfastened her bra and stepped
away, letting it fall to the ground. She instinctively covered her tits with
her hands and I took them away.

"Look at you," I said, "You have a great set of tits, are they natural?" She
shook her head. "I didn't think so," I said, and reached out and squeezed her
left breast. "Ow, please, don't hurt me", and again tried to cover her
breasts. I laughed. "I'm sorry, sweetie, sometimes I just don't know my own
strength."

I drew her into me and felt her breasts against my chest. I wrapped my arms
around her and held her tight. "Please, your crushing me," she said and began
to hit my back with her fists. I laughed in her ear, "Stop being such a wimp,"
I said, then reached down and ran a hand inside her panties.

"Please, no, stop," she pleaded. I quickly found the clit and with my index
finger, began to message it. "Please, no," she said, but this time a little
softer. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed. I continued to message
her and she began to make a soft cooing sound. I smiled to myself.

I stepped back and stopped rubbing, withdrawing my hand. Her eyes blinked open
and she looked at me and I said, "Did you think you were going to be rewarded
for your bad behavior? Get down on your knees and tongue my pussy, bitch!" She
blinked a few more times and I wrapped a hand around her throat. "I said get
on your knees and lick my clit, your mistress needs to come and you're going
to swallow every last drop, do you understand?" She nodded and sank to her
knees.

I rode her face and when I came, I pressed myself to her lips. She gagged, but
I didn't care. She deserved to be abused. When I had finished, I pushed her
away and she fell to the floor. I looked down at her and put a booted foot on
her ribcage.

"Kiss my foot, slut," I said. She looked up at me terrified, but turned and
kissed the toe of my boot. "Now lick it," I said, and she did. I laughed again
and said, "OK, that's enough bitch, I hope you've learned a lesson. You may
think you're hot shit, but you're nothing." I picked up my Spandex shorts and
stepped into them, then put my T-shirt back on. "You're one of my bitches now.
You may call me Mistress Tammy."

She looked up at me from the floor. Her lipstick was smeared as well as her
eyeliner. A tear ran down her cheek, and she had the back of her hand to her
mouth which looked swollen and bruised.

"What's your name, bitch?" I asked. "Cin-Cindy," she said meekly. "OK, Cindy,
remember what I told you. Now get dressed and get out of here. When and if you
come back, treat the salesgirl with respect."

I walked out of the storage room, found Zoe and said, "She won't be bothering
you any longer. If she does, tell me and I'll have another talk with her. I
have to get to work now." Zoe put her hand on one of my breasts and felt my
nipple beneath the fabric of my T-shirt. "Are you sure you can't stay?" she
asked me. I smiled at her, "No, but you and I will have some alone time soon,"
and gave her a kiss before leaving.

I walked to the gym. "Hi, Howard," I said as I entered. "Hi, Tammy," he said
in reply, "Can you handle things while I have lunch with my wife?" "Don't I
always handle things," I said and chuckled. I had never met Ms Barber, but
Howard had said nothing but positive things about her.

The gym was sparsely occupied. Howard went to his office and I busied myself
straightening the display case behind the counter.

"Excuse me, I'm here to see Howard," a voice said behind me. I turned and
stood up quickly. I don't know who was more surprised, Cindy or me. "What?" I
asked. She only stood open mouthed.

Howard approached, "Hi, honey, I see you've met Tammy. Tammy, this is my wife,
Cindy," and then looking at his wife said, "Is that a new blouse, honey?"