The Alternative Life Part 8
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a muscle goddess.


Amanda and Ruth Shapiro, MD, had now been together for approximately six
months. Amanda had mentored Ruth on working out with free weights and they had
logged a lot of miles jogging in either Amanda's or Ruth's neighborhood.

Evenings were generally spent at Amanda's but since starting on her excercize
regimine, Ruth had purchased a weight set and some exercize equipment as well
for her house. The investment seemed to be paying off as the diminutive OB/GYN
doctor now had the flat washboard stomach of a fitness model and muscular
toned arms as well. Even her thighs showed the effects of squats and leg
presses.

One Saturday, the pair went to the beach at Malibu. Amanda with her olive
complection looked fantastic in a velour leopard thong. She preferred tanning
without the suit, but this was a public beach, so she had to follow the rules.
Ruth, who had been working on her tan, but still was no where near as dark as
Amanda wore a faux leather thong. Ruth felt a little 'exposed' but had bought
and worn the suit at Amanda's urging.

The women had been at the beach a couple of hours when Ruth said she would get
some drinks at the local snack bar. Ruth walked to the snack bar, purse in
hand; placed her order and waited for her drinks. As she was heading back to
the towels that she and Amanda shared, a scruffy looking guy with shoulder
length hair wearing cutoff jeans ran past Ruth and took off with her purse.

Ruth yelled, "Hey, my purse! Stop that man!" and dropped the soft drinks and
ran after the guy. Amanda heard Ruth yell and turned in time to see the man
running along the boardwalk with Ruth's purse in hand. She stood frozen for
only a second, and then also took off at a full run on an intersecting pattern
to reach the pursesnatcher.

Both women caught up with the man after about 200 yards. He was more winded
than the two women who had been exercizing and running religiously for the
last six months. Ruth grabbed her bag away from the man. He looked from one to
the other and said to Ruth, "Hey, look, I'm sorry I'm out of work and homeless
and really need the money." "Yeah," Ruth said, "But that's not how you should
be getting money. If you would have asked, I probably would have given you a
few bucks." The man, glancing every now and then at Amanda, continued to
address Ruth, "Well, could you spare a few bucks now?" "Hell no," Amanda said,
"You tried to steal my friends purse and now you have the balls to ask for a
hand out. You've got some 'cajones' my friend. I should just kick the shit out
of you." Ruth stood there staring, first at the scruffy looking man, then at
Amanda.

"Look, Amanda, we got my purse back. Let's just let this guy go and get some
drinks," Ruth said. Amanda looked at Ruth now and said, "If we let this creep
go, he's going to snatch someone elses purse, maybe some old lady. He needs to
be taught a lesson." "Hey, I promise, I won't ... ." the guy started to say,
but was cut short with a right hook to his jaw. He went down like a piano fell
on him. Amanda never telegraphed the punch and Ruth never suspected her friend
was going to throw it, but now she looked around nervously to see who
witnessed the blow. Fortunately they were on a fairly isolated stretch of
beach with only one or two surfers waiting for the next set out beyond the
breakers.

"Come on," Amanda said, "Let's get this guy in the car." Ruth just stood
there. Amanda had her arm around the guy's waist. "OK, Ruth, you just go and
grab our towels, and meet me at the car. I'll take care of this guy. Go!" Ruth
trotted off in the direction of the towels. Amanda practically carried the man
to her car, laying him in the backseat. When Ruth came with the towels and
their suntan lotion, she said, "Now what do you plan on doing, kidnapping this
guy?" "I plan on doing what I wanted to do, teach this guy not to steal,"
Amanda said, and got behind the wheel of her car. "This is crazy, you know it,
Amanda, crazy," Ruth said and slid in next to Amanda.

Amanda could hardly contain the 'rush' she felt. She was 'amped'. Once at her
house, she openned the garage door, but rather than pulling the car in, she
only got her passenger out of the back seat and carried him inside. She then
closed the garage door and unrolled a few old wrestling mats she had had
stored there. 'That should do it,' she thought. "Just what are you planning on
doing to this guy, Amanda," Ruth asked. "Just going to teach him some manners
and to never steal," Amanda said.

The man was just starting to come around. He shook his head to clear it and
when his vision cleared he saw the two women from the beach, only the taller
one had removed her top. 'Wow, he thought, she really has some big tits!' he
thought. The smaller woman had a look of concern on her face. Both women were
great looking but that tall one was an Amazon.

Amanda advanced on the man and he cowered back. She reached down with her left
hand and grabbing a handful of his collar and front of his shirt, lifted him
in the air. She held him there for quite some time, staring at him as if he
were a bug being held by a youngster. "Look, Paul, I got your wallet from your
pocket, so I know who you are and where you live. If I ever hear of you
snatching purses or disrespecting anyone again, I'm going to come to your
house and really going to hurt you, do you understand," Amanda said. The man
nodded and Amanda gave him a short jab with her right to the ribs. She knew
she fractured at least a couple, but it was so easy. Paul cried out.

Ruth saw the short quick punch and knew instantly that the man suffered a
couple of broken ribs. Amanda litteraly dropped the man on the wrestling mat.
"Stand up, asshole," Amanda snarled, "I want you to hit me as hard as you can
in the gut, do you understand?" "No, look," Paul said, "I don't want any
trouble." "No trouble, scumbag," Amanda said, "Hit me!" she roared. He
straightened up and hit her with everything he had. He hit her square in the
abs. It was like hitting a slab of beef. She didn't even flinch, but she did
laugh. "You're pathetic," she said, "I didn't even feel that." She grabbed his
right hand and taking it in her right hands, sqeezed his until she heard some
bones break.

Amanda smiled. She looked at Ruth who was still standing there trying to
process it all. "OK, honey, I'm done with this piece of shit unless you want
me to work him over some more, I'd love to you know," Amanda said. "No,
please, I know you want to but I think you've hurt him enough. I don't think
he'll steal purses any more, Amanda. Please, let me take him home, OK?" Ruth
said. "Go ahead, you can drive him home. His wallet is on the workbench. Just
drive him to the house, you don't need to go inside, do you understand?"
Amanda said, "Then come right back." Ruth could tell by the look on her face
that Amanda was going to have sex with her tonight.

Ruth drove Paul home. "Look, Paul, I'm sorry about my friend, but you really
pissed her off. Please, never steal again. You might want to see your doctor
as soon as possible. Have those ribs and that hand looked at." Ruth said. Paul
said nothing but got out of the car in front of the address from his driver's
license. It was a small bungalow in a residential area of Los Angeles.

Ruth drove back to Amanda's. She opened the garage door and noted that Amanda
had folded the mats and stacked them back where they were. She pulled in and
killed the engine and shut the door. She found Amanda in the living room with
only the leopard print thong on. 'God,' Ruth thought, 'she looks hot'. Ruth
still had on her faux leather thong and Amanda motioned her forward with her
index finger.

"I can't tell you how much that turned me on working that guy over" Amanda
said, "am I messed up in the head, Ruth" "No, honey" Ruth said, "I just think
your adreniline was flowing and your testosterone spiked." "Well, whatever,
once you left, I had to go down to the gym and pump some iron. Get the muscles
relaxed," Amanda said. "I hope the muscles aren't too relaxed," Ruth said,
placing her right palm on Amanda's swimsuit where her labia waited beneath.
Amanda smiled down at Ruth, "You don't have to worry about that, little one,
my 'she cock' wants to come out and play with you."

Ruth stroked Amanda's muscles and tongued her biceps. They still tasted like
coconut from the suntan oil. They lay on the floor there in the living room, a
view of Los Angeles through the sliding door. As Ruth stroked the muscle
goddess' breasts and abs, she said, "You have such control when it comes to
lifting weights and control over your huge muscles that I was worried when I
saw you lose control and attack that guy. Promise me that you'll work on that,
Amanda." Amanda smiled, "I will, I promise, he'll be OK, won't he?" Ruth said,
"He should be OK, the ribs will heal but you really crushed his hand. Those
bones are delicate, you have to be careful." Once again Amanda smiled and held
Ruth's hand in her's and kissed it, and said, "I'll be careful. You know I was
only coming to your rescue there at the beach." "My rescue," Ruth said, "I
didn't need any help, I ran the guy down, I would have taken my own purse away
from him without any help." "Whoa, tigress," Amanda said, "slow down, all that
working out has given you some new found energy. Let me see these muscles
you're so proud of."

Ruth stood for a minute and removed the top and bottom of her swimsuit.
Tossing it aside, she struck a double bicep pose. Her small, but well defined
muscles jumped to attention. Amanda, still on the floor, clapped. "Bravo,
looking good," she said. Ruth smiled then straddled Amanda's torso and lowered
herself to the Amazon's ribcage, just below her breasts. "Not bad, huh?," Ruth
asked. "Not bad at all," Amanda said.

Amanda grasped Ruth's pelvis and lifted her straight up, bringing her forward
so that she was now directly over Amanda's face. She then lowered her so that
she could reach Ruth's clit with her tongue. Ruth was turned on instantly,
"Oh, yes, yes," she moaned. Amanda kept her tongue darting in and out of
Ruth's clit till she finally came.

"OK, sweet cheeks, time to service me," Amanda said. "Get this thong off me
and release my 'she-monster' so I can screw you." Ruth loved it when Amanda
talked like this. She bent and removed the muscle goddess' thong and cast it
aside. She then knelt between the massive legs and fingered Amanda's cock from
her vagina. As soon as it was lose she got an erection.

"I need to measure this monster," Ruth said and darted for the kitchen drawer
and the tape measure. She returned and measured the shaft. "Hmmm, nearly
8-inches, that's incredible," Ruth said. "And it's all for you, Ruth," Amanda
said. Ruth straddled her lovers cock and lowered herself. She was so moist
that she slipped right on the shaft.

Soon, the two were pumping away and twenty minutes later, Amanda came in a
rush.

"Let's go shower, lover," Ruth said. Amanda was tired. The two padded to the
master bath and showered, washing the suntan lotion from their bodies. After
toweling off they applied moisturizing cream to each other. The soft cool
lotion seemed to rejuvenate them. They made love at a more leisurely pace this
time with Ruth on top, controlling the thrusts. Amanda loved her initiative.
Amanda merely lay back allowed her lover to do all the work. This gave her
time to examine Ruth's body. She noted the now defined abs and the thickening
of the trapezius muscle at the neck. Ruth's shoulders looked a little broader
and her arms were definitely defined and firm.

After they both climaxed, Amanda lay there holding Ruth on top of her. It
wasn't long before Amanda recognized the soft snoring of her lover. Ruth,
Amanda thought, was fast becoming a small yet dynamic muscle goddess in her
own right. She loved her 'alternate life' and it was even more special to have
Ruth to share it with.