The Alternative Life  Part 3
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a muscle goddess.


Amanda sat in her office in downtown Los Angeles. The 'City of the Angel's,'
she thought, but she knew there were some devils out there. One such devil was
Kevin Thompson, a co-worker. He was a womanizing bastard that continually hit
on Amanda or at least tried to. He just couldn't seem to take 'no' for an
answer.

Kevin was in the firms water group, so Amanda had little contact with him,
however, he seemed to go out of his way to be in the copy room when she was
there or in the kitchen area when she got a yogurt from the fridge.

Kevin was not a bad looking guy. In fact, truth be told, he was handsome. It
was his arrogant, smart ass attitude that put Amanda off. Ever since he
started with the firm a little over a year ago, he had been trying to put the
moves on Amanda. She had rejected him then and she rejected him now, although
she found her patience wearing thin.

"So, babe, when's the big event?" Kevin asked. It was just like him to begin a
converstation with a question like they had been talking for hours. "What big
event?" Amanda asked thinking she may have missed something in a company
email. "When we have our date, that 'big event'," Kevin replied. She wanted to
punch him. He really was obnoxious.

'Obnoxious,' thought Amanda and 'over confident.' "I don't know, Kev," she
loved to call him Kev, hoping that it would bug him, "I'll have to check my
blackberry and see when I'm free." "Just how I like my women" Kevin shot back,
"free." Amanda rolled her eyes at him and walked back to her office. This day,
he actually followed her instead of heading back in the direction of his
department.

"Come on, babe, I'm good looking, you're good looking, neither of us are
seeing anyone right now. What's the hold up on going out?" Kevin said. She
hated being called 'babe'. She found it demeaning. She needed to figure some
way to get Kevin off her ass for once and for all. She'd have to buys some
time and come up with a plan. "Let me think about it, Kev, I'll get back to
you, I promise," she said and this time she meant it.

The balance of the day she imersed herself in her work; reading reports,
checking data and reviewing a few plans. By 6 o'clock that evening she had
max'ed her brain out and left for the day. On the way to her car, she passed
the trash bin in which a homeless man had been found brutally beaten.
According to the Los Angeles Times, the LAPD suspected some sort of 'street
justice' since the man was a knowd drug addict. They listed the case as 'on
going' but had no witnesses or suspects at this time.

There was a note stuck under the windshield wiper of her car. "Thinking of
you!" and it was signed by none other than Kevin and giving his phone number
under the signature. She needed to figure something out. 'This guy is harder
to get rid of than the homeless creep' she thought.

At home, she poured a glass of Shiraz and sat on her expansive deck looking at
the night lights. She had shed her business skirt, blouse and jacket and sat
there enjoying the wine and the warm evening breeze. She would shower in a
minute she thought. A plan was hatching and she wanted to mull it over. She
found herself absently fingering her clit as she sat there. She released her
'womanhood' and gently stroked herself. Amanda was pleased to see that her
cock responded to her touch and soon was erect.

'It might be the wine or it might be the night lights, but I think my cock is
growing,' she thought. She went in the house and found a tape in the kitchen
drawer. Setting her wine down, she gave her member a couple of strokes then
measured it. From the base of its shaft to the tip of its head, her cock
measured 6-inches. 'That's an improvement,' she thought.

She finished her wine in one swallow and padded into the bedroom and then the
master bath. She peed in the toilet as she stood there, admiring her female
cock. She flushed and turned on the shower. She lathered her member and gently
stroked it. She grasped it in her right hand, finally and masturbated. 'Oh,
man, that felt wonderful,' she thought.

Amanda toweled off and put her now flacid penis inside her vagina. She crawled
between her sheets and was asleep in minutes.

The next day, she ran into Kevin in the parking structure. "Hi, Kevin!" Amanda
said taking the man by surprise. "Oh, hi, Amanda," Kevin said, "what's up?"
"Hey, about going out," Amanda said, and Kevin was ready for yet another
rejection, "how about this Friday night?" "What?" Kevin asked. "I said what
about going out this Friday night?" Amanda said. "Well sure, what time shall I
pick you up?" Kevin asked. "How about 7 o'clock?" "It's a date then," Kevin
said, and got in the elevator after Amanda, a smug smile on his face, one that
Amanda hoped to erase forever.

Friday came and Amanda had given Kevin her address. Her house sat isolated at
the end of a winding one-lane road. The house had been designed by her father,
a noted structural engineer. It was deceptively large, cantileevering over the
hillside. Shortly before 7 o'clock, Amanda heard Kevin's car coming up the
hill. He drove a Ford Focus, being 'Mr. Conservative' when it came to gas. She
was nearly ready. She had on a knee length black dress that had spaghetti
straps. She wore a short waisted red jacket that matched her red 3-inch
stilettos.

Kevin rang the bell and Amanda answered. He really hadn't seen her in many
dresses at the office, usually skirt, blouse and jacket or business suits. She
tried not to call attention to herself at work except for her engineering
achievements. Kevin had on a sports jacket, loafers, Docker's and a white
dress shirt. 'Compared to me, this guy will blend into the wallpaper,' Amanda
thought.

"We should be going, we have 7:30 reservations," Kevin said. It wasn't as if
Amanda was going to ask him in now, anyway, at least not now. They drove to
the restaurant. They were seated at a window seat almost immediately. Amanda
ordered a bottle of merlot thinking Kevin would have some, but he opted for a
beer. 'Oh, well, thought Amanda, it's your dime' and smiled to herself. The
two ordered their meal and once their salads came, Amanda stood up to remove
her jacket. As she stood, at 6'-3", dinners nearby turned to look, but as she
removed her jacket, placing it on the back of her chair, everyone stopped
eating and stared, Kevin included. She imagined him getting a hard-on under
the table.

Before she could sit down again, Kevin said, "My God, Amanda, I didn't realize
how stunning you are and how muscular." "Oh, Kevin, I hope my muscles don't
put you off" Amanda said, secretly wishing they would, but it was too late for
that. "No, not at all," he said, "I like women who are toned and fit." 'Toned
and fit' my ass, Amanda thought, I'm a goddess and you like 'toned and fit.'
She steered the conversation back to Kevin. What he liked to do, where he grew
up, what his parents are like, and he warmed to the task of talking about
himself.

After dinner, they waited for the valet to bring Kevin's car around. A man
staggered out of the restaurant, obviously inebriated, and bumped into Amanda.
She wouldn't have fallen, but she pretended to almost go down. "Hey, watch it,
mister," Kevin told the guy. The man, having been ejected from the bar, was in
no mood for being provoked. He walked up to Kevin and shoved him off the curb.
"You watch it you preppy bastard," the drunk said. Amanda, while wanting to
see the drunk beat the crap out of Kevin, put a hand on Kevin's chest and told
him, "Just let it go, Kevin."

"Yeah, Kevin, just let it go," the drunk mocked. Amanda turned and glared at
the man who only said, "Whooo look out the big girl is getting mad." 'Big
girl', shit, this guy is clueless. Kevin walked over to the drunk and pushed
him. The push wasn't hard, but because the man was so drunk, he fell into a
planter area. When he got up, he came up swinging, catching Kevin on the chin
with a half-hearted roundhouse. Kevin staggered seeing stars and that's when
Amanda gave the drunk a solid right jab to the jaw. The drunk hit the sidewalk
like a piano fell on him.

At that time, the valet wheeled Kevin's car to the curb. Amanda told the
valet, "You better call this drunk a cab or better yet, the police, he just
through a punch at my boyfriend (she hated to have to say that) and he
cold-cocked the guy." "I'll take care of it, miss," the valet said as he
pocketed the $20 that Amands slipped him.

"Come on Kevin, get in the car, I'll drive," Amanda said and made a show of
helping her disoriented 'boyfriend' into the passenger seat. Other restaurant
patrons were now filing out of the place, crowding around to see what was
going on.

She drove back to her place and told Kevin to come inside. His head had
cleared on the ride up canyon, especially with the windows open, but Amanda
still had a plan that was in motion. Some lousy drunk wasn't going to derail
her plan.

Amanda unlocked the door and went in, Kevin right on her heels. She kicked off
her shoes but was still 3-inches taller than Kevin. "Let me have a look at
that jaw," Amanda said, "I'll get some ice. Fix yourself a drink, you could
probably use one." She went to the kitchen and put some ice in a hand towel.
She returned and gave the ice pack to Kevin who put it to his jaw. He had a
whiskey in the other hand.

"Wait here, Kevin, I want to get out of this dress," Amanda said and started
for the bedroom. "Do you need some help," Kevin asked. 'Now he's back to his
same old obnoxious self,' Amanda thought, but said, "No, I can manage." She
changed into Spandex shorts and a sports bra. She looked at herself in the
mirror and her nipples were standing straight out. They usually did and she
was proud of them rather than embarrased. She went back into the living room
and Kevin was staring out the glass wall at the city below. He didn't turn but
said, "You have quite the view here," and then turned and added, "And I have
quite the view here!" He was smiling from ear to ear. 'Down boy!' Amanda
thought.

"Holy cow, Amanda, where did you get those muscles, you don't look like that
at the office" Kevin said. "There are some things I like to keep under wraps,
so to speak," Amanda replied, "So, tell me Kevin, how are you feeling?" "I'm
OK, especially with you around to nurse me back to health," Kevin said,
leering at her breasts. Amanda chuckled at that one. "Would you like to see
the rest of the house," Amanda asked. "You bet, I just live in an apartment,
so from the couch, you can see the whole thing," Kevin said and followed her
to the stair well.

The stairs went up to a patio on top of the house, but Amanda started
decending. She went down two flights and openned a door. "You asked where I
got these," she said and shot him bicep shot whose 18-inch muscle jumped to
life. "Well, this is the place, I call it Amanda's 'House of Pain'," and
smiled at Kevin for the first time tonight.

Amanda reached around the door frame and switched on the lights. The
flourescents came on overhead. She held the door wide for Kevin to enter. He
did and let out a whistle. There in the basement of the house was a fully
equipted gym. The walls were lined with mirrors so it was hard to judge just
how big the room was, but it must have been as big as the whole house. "This
is where I spend a lot of time, Kevin, do you work out?" She knew he didn't,
that was obvious, but asked anyway. "Errr ... no, not like you," Kevin said,
somewhat caught off guard. "Oh, Kevin, I bet you're stronger than you think.
Let's see what you can do with some dumbell presses," she said, "But take your
shirt off." Kevin was reluctant to remove his shirt. He wasn't fat, but he had
'love handles' and wasn't defined at all. Amanda on the otherhand looked like
a picture of a female bodybuilder he had once seen, in fact, from what he
remembered, she looked better.

He unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on the squat rack. He then sat where
Amanda indicated. She selected some light weight dumbells and handed them to
him. "OK, now raise them up at the same time. Here, I'll spot you from
behind," she said. She helped him get the dumbells up, once, twice, but on the
third time he caught on. He managed 10 reps, the first two with her help she
noted. "Very good," she said and squeezed his bicep almost crushing his arm.
"Ouch!" he cried out, "that hurt!" "Sorry, sometimes I don't even know my own
strength" she said. She selected 80-pound weights from the rack and did 10
perfect dumbell presses. Kevin, realizing that she had used 80-pound dumbells
and he struggled with 15-pound weights was more than intimidated.

"Did I intimidate you," Amanda asked as if reading his mind. "No, hell no,
you're a girl, I'm a guy," Kevin said. "And that statement is going where,"
Amanda asked. "Look, Kevin, I'm bigger and stronger than you. In case you
haven't figured it out yet, I don't like you and never have. You're obnoxious
and annoying. I've asked you on numerous occasions to stopping harassing me
but you wouldn't, so now you're going to pay the price," Amanda said. Kevin
was still trying to process everything she had said, but maybe it was the
whiskey, maybe the punch to the jaw, but he knew he should be offended. "Look,
Amanda, I'll take off now" he said and turned to head for the door.

Amanda grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and through him to the floor.
While he was on the floor, she bent and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his
pants and she pulled thme off his legs. Not without protest, but he was
powerless to stop her. She merely batted away his arms. He stopped struggling
once he was naked.

She looked down at the naked man and began to smile. Then she hooked her
thumbs in the waistband of her Spandex shorts and pulled them down and off,
and set them aside. She then took her sports bra off, holding it in her hands
she made her pecs jump. First one, then the other and finally both together.
"Have you ever seen anything like that, little man?" she asked him. His 'no'
came out almost as a whisper. Again she bent down and this time she tied his
hands behind his back with her sports bra. "There, just so you don't flail
your arms and hurt yourself," she said.

She lifted him and sat him on the bench again. "Now you sit there and enjoy
the show little man, Amanda has somethings she wants to show you." She walked
to a switch on the wall and adjusted some music. She came back and with her
back to Kevin, watched herself in the mirror. She swayed to the music as her
muscles seemed to constrict and contract to the rythem. She ran her hands over
her body and finally straddled Kevin's lap. "Kiss my tits, wimp-boy", she
said. He did. She grabbed the back of his head and drew it into her chest,
then held his head firm using her tits and their muscle control.

Amanda raised an arm in a bicep pose. "Take a close look at that bicep,
ass-wipe, kiss it, lick it. It's 18-inches and solid muscle." Kevin kissed and
licked her bicep. "I'm working up a sweat, Kevin, use that tongue and clean my
arm pit" Amanda said. Kevin hesitated with a look of fear on his face. Amanda
looked down at his erection and not saying a word, grabbed his dick. "If you
don't do as I say, don't lick my arm pit, I will rip your poor excuse for a
dick right off, now what's it going to be?" Amanda asked. "I'll lick your arm
pit" Kevin said. "I'll lick your arm pit Mistress Amanda, got that slut?"
Amada said. "I'll lick your arm pit, Mistress Amanda," Kevin said, now more
humiliated than ever.

"That's a good boy," Amanda said as she gave him first her right pit, then the
left. She then laid Kevin on a flat bench. She straddled the bench and lowered
herself to his face. "This has been your dream for a long time, hasn't it
Kevin," Amanda asked, "to eat my pussy. You've dreamed and fanticized about
it. There it is, take it, and lick. Make me come." Kevin, helpless to resist,
licked and kissed her labia. She ground her pussy into his face, but not so
hard as to do any damage. "I'm turned on now, Kevin. You've finally gotten
your wish, to make Amanda come. I just have to show you one other thing, and
then I'll let you have your way with me, would you like that?" Amanda said.
Kevin nodded. "That's a good boy," Amand a said and smiled as she pulled her
cock from her vagina. It grew instantly. Kevin looked like he'd faint. "Hang
in there Kevin, all you have to do is suck my clit and get me off. Oh, yea, I
come a lot and you have to swallow it all. Isn't that what you have your
little girlfriends do?" Amanda knew she was working herself up menatally and
she began to stroke her cock. When it was sufficiently hard, she put it in
Kevin's mouth. She humped his mouth. "Take it slut, take Amanda's cock. Make
me come," she said.

And come she did. So much so that Kevin almost choked. But much to this
sissy-boys credit, Amanda thought, he got it all down. "Was it as good for you
as it was for me?" she asked him. "Yes," he lied, and she grabbed his cock and
squeezed. "Yes, what, you piss-ant," she roared. "Yes, Mistress Amanda," he
said. She relaxed her grip on his manhood and said, "Much better," now, she
stood him up. "Get dressed, worm, and be quick about it" she said. Kevin,
muched relieved to be untied and free of Amanda, hurried to get dressed.

Amanda too put her shorts and sports bra back on. Kevin finished dressing.
They left the gym and climbed the stairs. Once they were upstairs, Kevin
looked at Amanda and noticed the bulge in her Spandex shorts. He thought he
might have dreamt the part about her having a dick, but now he was sure. They
would not believe this at work on Monday. Amanda walked Kevin into her bedroom
and into the walk in closet. She slipped into a skirt and put a polo shirt on.
Her huge tits straining the material.

OK, come on, we're going for a drive. It was nearly midnight, where could they
go now he wondered? They got in Kevin's car, he on the passenger seat and she
behind the wheel. "I just wanted to make sure you got down the hill safe," she
said. She pulled over near the gated entrance to her driveway. She got out and
he did too ready to get in the drivers seat. "How about a kiss goodnight,
lover boy?" Amanda asked. He stepped up to kiss her and she gave him a right
to his abdominals. Kevin doubled over fighting to take in some air. She bodily
picked the man up and sat him in the driver's seat, fastening the seat belt.
Then with another right, this one to the jaw, she knocked him out. She looked
pleased that a couple of teeth flew out of his mouth when she hit him.

She shifted the car into drive and released the brake, slamming the door as
the car rolled down the street. This particular section of road ran straight
for about 100 yards, and then took a sharp right. The car travelled true for
those 100 yards, picking up speed. It left the roadway at about 40 miles per
hour and disappeared over the edge of a ravine. There wasn't a sound for about
30 seconds and then there was an explosion.

She fished the cell phone out of her skirt pocket and dialed 9-1-1. She
reported hearing an explosion and gave her address. No sense in letting the
hilside burn, she thought.

That Monday at work, it was all the talk. Kevin and Amanda, who no one knew to
be an 'item' had lost control and driven over a cliff and killed himself.
Everyone was qute sympathetic to Amanda. Very consoling. She smiled, pleased
with herself.

That got rid of two problems as Amanda saw it, an obnoxious co-worker and
another person out of the office that may pose a stumbling block on her rise
to the top. She was sure the firm would survive without the likes of Kevin.

That night, once she got home, she poured herself another glass of that fine
merlot and again, sitting on her deck, contimplated life; her 'alternative
life' as she liked to call it.

She rubbed her arms. Maybe it was getting a little cool. She took her wine and
padded back into the house. She fingered her clit releasing it. Amanda stroked
herself and when erect, measured its length. She was now 6 1/2-inches. 'Damn,
girl, you are a growing girl,' Amanda thought, and toasted herself with the
remaining wine, 'Here's to my alternative life!'