The Alternative Life
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a muscle goddess.


She was a professional woman. Well respected by her peers. An engineer in a
male dominated corporate world. Yet she survived, she flourished, infact, she
climbed the corporate ladder and she did it with a few secrets locked away.

Her name was Amanda. She worked for a large engineering firm in the Los
Angeles area, an area that had about 8-million souls. Her position
occasionally involved travel outside of the LA area, and that was fine with
her.

She was striking, with blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes. When at the
corporate office she normally wore tailored business suits and 3-inch heels
that hid her statuesque physique. She didn't want her striking beauty to get
in the way of business, however, at 6'-3" in heels she commanded more than one
co-workers attention. Oh, Amanda loved attention, but on her terms. She loved
to dictate when, where, how and who could lavish attention on her. Control
freak? Perhaps, but she was a master of control as some found out the hard
way.

Today she was meeting with Mr. Yamamoto representing a rail firm in Japan. She
would need to go to Japan to follow up, but today, he was here in LA on other
business and had dropped in before his flight back to Japan tomorrow.

Mr. Yamamoto stood a ramrod straight 5'-4" tall and Amanda knew that her
height often intimidated shorter males. That didn't mean that she minded, in
fact, she relished the idea of intimidating her male counterparts. So, with a
smile on her face, when Mr. Yamamoto was shown into her office, she stood to
her full height and looked down on him whenever possible. They discussed
business and Mr. Yamamoto, or 'Hero' as he preferred, suggested having a drink
at his hotel that night.

Normally Amanda refused such 'extra curricular' activities, however, she had
work to catch up on and Hero's hotel wasn't far from the office. Besides, it
was good PR and she wanted to 'grease the wheels' for her pending trip to
Japan. She agreed and said she would meet him in the bar at 7 o'clock that
night.

At the appointed hour, Amanda strode into the bar at the Hotel Ruskin. Hero
was at a back booth and had a drink in front of him, scotch if she judged
right. He stood as she approached the table. He was dressed as this afternoon
in a well cut business suit. They exchange pleasantries and a waitress
appeared to take her drink order. Amanda, not much of a drinker, ordered a
bloody mary. They spoke of business, pitfalls of the job, attaining skilled
labor, problems encountered on past jobs, etc. Hero's English was impecable,
but Amanda expected none the less from a Japanese business man.

Some time in the conversation, perhaps after the second drink for her and who
know's how many for him, the talked turned personal. Hero was married with a
daughter in the university back home. He asked if she had ever been to a
Geisha house and she said she had not. He promised to take her when she
visited next. Soon, Amanda found Hero working his way around to asking her up
to his room.

She knew this was coming and she knew she would go. She knew all there was
about men and women and what they wanted. This was one reason that she did so
well for herself. She prided herself on being in control and controlling those
around her and situations. Amanda feigned embarassment, but of course she
accepted his offer of a night cap in his room. She would see what little Hero
had to offer.

They took the elevator to his suite. As offered in the lounge downstairs, Hero
poured himself another Scotch and Amanda a vodka on the rocks. She accepted
the drink and sipped it once, then stood holding it admiring the view from the
23rd floor overlooking LA and the view to Santa Monica.

Hero made a remark about her height and how women in Japan were never her
height. She asked if he liked tall women, baiting him and setting the trap. He
of course was powerless to turn back since he had invited her to his room.
Amanda slipped off her heels. Still she was 6-inches taller than him. He asked
if she'd like to take her jacket off and she hesitated at first, which was all
for show, then slipped out of it hanging it neatly in a closet.

As she turned she could see the look of amazement on his face. She knew her
appearance illiceted awe and excitement. Her shoulders were broad and the
jacket had hidden the taper to the narrow waist. But what really openned
Hero's jaw was her chest. Her perfectly formed double D breasts stood proud
and he could see the nipples beneath the silk of her blouse. As if reading his
mind, she said, "No, Hero, I don't wear a bra. Do you think I need one?" He
stammered something in Japanese and shoke his head, 'no'. She smiled, he
really was easy. This would be fun.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Hero, I'm going to use the little
girls room. I'll be right back," and she headed for the bathroom. Amanda
removed her blouse and skirt, she never wore pantyhose or nylons as she felt
they were too confining, besides, she had a natural aura to her skin that she
didn't want to hide. She removed her panties. Amanda put on one of the
bathrobes that the hotel supplied to its guests, putting the panties in the
pocket, and went back to the living area. Hero was in boxers with a 'wife
beater' style undershirt and socks. She almost laughed, but that would be
cruel. There would be time for laughing later. She smiled at Hero.

She went to the little man and, opening her robe, drew him to her breasts. At
first he had a smile on his face. She knew this, not because she could see
him, for he was engulfed in her cleavage, but she knew because right now it
was pleasure. Her tits constricted, almost on their own, she thought, and
slowly but with purpose shutting off the air to Hero.

He started to squirm. Squirming ever so slighly at first, but more frantic as
the air supply was cut off. Amanda thought she really didn't need to hold him
to her body; her tits could do it on their own. Hero slumped in her arms. She
picked him up, not letting him to fall to the floor and placed him on the bed.
Retrieving ties from one of the drawers of the dresser, she quickly tied his
wrists to the footboard and his ankles to the headboard of the bed. She placed
her panties in Hero's mouth as a gag. 'Couldn't have him waking the whole
floor now could we?' she thought.

He was coming round now and she stood out of sight at the foot of the bed. She
loved to watch to see how men reacted to being incapacitated. He tried to
loosen his bindings and tentatively moved his feet and ankles trying to get
them lose. The silk ties made perfect bindings as they held fast and didn't
cut or chaffe the skin.

When he settled down, she approached the bed, coming into his line of sight at
the top of his vision. From his vantage point, she was upside down. "Relax,
Hero," she told him in a soothing voice, "you're going to have a good time, at
least for a while and I'm really going to enjoy myself." He stopped thrashing.
"Now let's get this ridiculous shirt and these shorts off of you. I want to
see your excitement and the best way to gauge a man's excitement is by
watching his cock, did you know that, Hero?"

She grasped the bottom of his undershirt with both hands and ripped it in half
as if she were tearing a piece of paper in two. She then grabbed the fly of
his boxers, briefly touching his semi-erect penis and did the same to them.
"There we go, that's better" she said, "Why, Hero, look at you, 'little Hero'
seems to be trying to stand up at attention. I just bet Amanda can make him
stand up as well as dance."

Amanda now walked around to the side of the bed where he had a little better
view of her. She retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it
under his head at the foot of the bed. "Don't want you to miss the show now do
we?" she said.

Amanda knew she had a body that would beat out most bodybuilders in a
competition. She had honed and worked it every day, working each muscle group.
Lifting massive amounts of weight and keeping her bodyfat ratio at a minimum.
She flexed her bicpes and Hero's eyes widened. She flexed her trapezius
muscles and she thought she saw a little fear in his eyes. The pec bounce was
always a favorite of the men. She didn't understand why necessarily, but the
men seemed very appreciative of her huge tits bouncing by themselve's. Her
favorite was her abs; they were rock hard and a perfect 8-pack. She ran a hand
over them and moved the skin back and forth admiring the striated muscle
below. 'God,' she thought, 'I'm a goddess'.

She untied his right wrist. "I'm going to let you feel these abs, feel them,
feel the power, Hero" she said. The man reached out and touched her rock hard
8-pack. He ran his fingers over the deep indentations and let his hand drop to
her pubic area. "Now, now, Hero, let's not get over anxious. Mistress Amanda
will take care of you in due time," she said and retied his wrist to the
footboard.

"You like what you see, don't you, Hero?" The bound man on the bed nodded his
head in agreement. "Good, because I'll continue," she said and got up on the
bed, straddling the man on either side of his chest. "I don't want you to miss
these legs. I think they're pretty spectacular." She flexed calves, and quads.
"What do you think spectacular, right?" Again, he gave an affirmative nod.
Amanda smiled and lowered herself to her knees so that her clit was over his
face. She looked down and said, "I'm a little turned on, Hero, and I'm getting
wetter by the minute. I need you to suck my clit and clean me up. Can you do
that for me?" Another affirmative nod from Hero. "Good, now I'm going to
remove my panties from your mouth. I hope you enjoyed them, because now you
get to service the real thing. No screaming, we don't want to wake the other
guests, OK?"

She removed her panties and sliding forward slightly, lowered herself to his
waiting mouth. "Ah, that's a good boy. Tongue me little man. Make Amanda
happy," she said, and he began to kiss her and flick her labia with his
tongue.

"Oh, one thing I want to show you," she said raising up, allowing him to catch
his breath, "is this," and Amanda fingered her clit which had been folded back
inside her vagina. She watched his face as she fingered her clit out from its
hiding place. It was about 3-inches in length, but getting bigger and longer.
Hero's eyes widened.

"I get turned on by my own body. I know I shouldn't, but I do," she said. Her
womanhood now was 5-inches and perhaps 2-inches in diameter. "Have you ever
seen anything as magnificent?" Amanda asked. His "no" came out almost as a
moan. "You know, Hero," she said turning around looking at his cock and then
back around to face him, "this woman's dick of mine is bigger than yours. Now
I want you to get me off, and when I come I want you to take it all in, you
don't want to make a mess for housekeeping do you?"

She leaned out over the end of the bed and put her female cock in his mouth.
"Come on Hero, suck!" And he did. She pumped his face for 15 minutes. He took
all 5-inches. She exploded and as she requested, he took her cum and
swallowed. "Ahhh, that's good," Amanda said, "you give great head, Hero."

"All right, Hero, because you performed so well, I'll let you have a little
fun." Amanda turned around on the bed and faced his feet. She bent and took
his manhood in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the shaft, then when he
was as erect as he could be, let it drop from her mouth and jerked him off by
hand.

"Now I'll be right back, I need to use the little girl's room again," she said
and climbed off the bed. She went into the bathroom and, watching herself in
the mirror, peed in the toilet. She loved being able to pee standing up. 'Men
had it so easy and didn't have to touch nasty toilet seats', she thought. As
she watched herself, she bounced her pecs. They were mezmerizing, she thought,
maybe men saw them the same way.

Amanda had always been different, but had excelled in school and was a good
athlete. She ran on the girls track and cross country team and was active in
the pep squad. In college she continued her athletic pursuit going out for
lacrosse and swimming. She did weight training, mainly to strengthen her
shoulders for swimming and had fallen in love with the gym. Her GPA in college
was 4.0. She was an outstanding student. She passed the state licensing test
on her first try to become a professional engineer. But that was history. She
had Mr. Yamamoto to consider now.

She dressed, putting her panties in her purse, and went back to the bedroom.
She untied Hero, sat him up and looked him square in the eyes, "You will tell
no one about this meeting, Hero-san, do you understand? If you do, your wife
and daughter may find out and you will be disgraced. I will be in Japan next
month and if you choose, we may have a replay of this party, but if you do not
want to be dominated by a muscle goddess, I will understand your fear, do you
understand?" Hero could only nod. He was still trying to sort through his mind
what had just happened.

"Good, I will see you next month then," Amanda said and she kissed him full on
the mouth, inserting her long tongue and teasing his, tasting the remnants of
her cum and smiling when she pulled away. "I enjoyed myself; I hope you did as
well."

She put her heels on and left the hotel room, giving herself one last look in
the mirror beside the elevator before decending to the lobby and going out to
the parking garage.

Near her car, a homeless man had made a bed near the dumpster. As she walked
by he said, "Hey, lady, can you spare some money?" and reached out to touch
her arm. Amanda looked around and pulled away. The place was deserted. She
said, "Let me see," and pretended to rummage in her handbag. She still had her
hand in her bag as she approached the vagrant who was now leaning on the trash
bin. "No, I don't seem to have any change, but I do have this," and she pulled
her fist from her purse, she gave the homeless man a right upper cut. His head
snapped back and hit the dumpster knocking him out.

Amanda looked around again. No one would come for their cars at this time of
night, but she wanted to make sure no security guard came by. She moved the
dumpster away from the wall and with one hand, dragged the homeless man behind
the trash bin out of sight.

'You weak, pathetic excuse for a man,' Amanda thought. 'You're life is worth
nothing. I'm going to teach you not to fuck with a muscle goddess.' She lifted
her skirt and knelt over the man's face. She lowered herself, grinding her
pussy into his nose and mouth. His head was pinned between the concrete floor
of the parking garage and her crushing pussy. His cheek bones snapped, nose
broke and teeth were knocked out. Amanda had crushed the man in a matter of
minutes.

'That felt wonderful,' she thought as she stood over the man. She pulled her
skirt down, smoothed the fabric and looked at the bloody corpse. She opened
the lid of the trash bin and picking the man up, tossed him inside. She closed
the lid and retrieving her purse, went to her car. As she drove home she
thought, 'He never should have put his hands on me.'

She drove home to her place in the hills overlooking LA. Perched on stilts it
was a multi-level affair with a sweeping deck that looked out at the city
lights. But right now, she needed to shower and get some rest. She peeled off
her jacket, blouse and skirt. Turned on the shower and hesitated admiring her
reflection in the mirror while the water heated in the shower.

This was the first time she had 'seduced' Mr. Yamamoto, but she knew that he
wanted her. Other men and women had wanted her as well, but most were afraid
to approach her. She preferred it that way. As for the homeless man, perhaps
she had overreacted, but it certainly felt good to crush the guy beneath her.
'Beneath her', that was certainly an appropriate term. There were so many that
were 'beneath her.'

She stepped from the shower, toweled off and blow dried her hair. She did a
little touch up with the razor on her pubic area. She preferred keeping
herself free of hair. Admired her reflection once more in the mirror and
headed into the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of wine and went into the bedroom. The 10 o'clock
news was just coming on. She craweled under the covers, propped the pillows
behind her, sipped her wine and watched the news. Amanda loved the way the
satin sheets felt against her skin. So smooth.

Soon her eyelids grew heavy. Tomorrow would be another day with other
adventures. Perhaps affording her new people to meet and conquer. She smiled
to herself, 'Mistress Amanda,' she liked the sound of that. She drifted off to
sleep.