The Alternative Life Part 9
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a muscle goddess.


Amanda was at Ruth's house. Ruth lived in the posh neighborhood of Brentwood.
The home was more secluded than some of her neighbors but like Amanda's,
afforded a nice view of city below. The home was large, nearly 4,000 square
feet and had been bought by Ruth as an investment. Since Ruth had met Amanda,
she had converted a large bonus room into a state of the art gym. She had
enough free weights, barbells, dumbbells, as well as machines to make a
commercial gym proud. Ruth had a pool and Amanda was enjoying the seclusion
and warm Southern California sun as she relaxed on a chaise on the back deck.

A water feature of the pool gave a pleasant sound as water dropped into the
pool. Birds were chirpping and Amanda could hear the distant sound of
gardeners running their equipment at the neighbors. 'Life couldn't get much
better than this', she thought.

She sensed more than noticed movement near the corner of the house. She was
wearing only a pair of sunglasses and her first instinct was to cover herself
with her towel. She didn't see anything suspicious then thought it was
probably a bird or squirrel, but the longer she laid there, she became more
aware that she was not alone.

Finally she caught a glimpse of a man. He was standing deep in the shadows and
wearing dark clothes that helped to conceal him even more. Now that Amanda had
located the intruder, she considered what her options were. She could call the
police and possibly have the peeping tom arrested, but he may run away before
they got here. She could confront the man and beat the shit out of him, she
liked this idea, but she was at Ruth's and Ruth was due home at any time. Ruth
had been upset about her hitting the purse snatcher, how would she feel if she
walked in on her working over some peeping tom? No, for right now, she thought
she'd just play it 'cool' and let the guy get his 'kicks' watching her.

No more than a couple of minutes passed and Amanda heard the garage door go up
and come down. Several minutes later, the French door opened and a naked Ruth
came bounding out onto the patio.

"God, it's good to be away from that hospital," Ruth said, "Mrs. Watson took
for ever to deliver and this was her third child. Some women drop kids like I
drop my panties, but others seem to take forever. I'm sorry I took so long,
honey, did you miss me?" and she bent and gave Amanda a kiss on the lips,
slipping her tongue in Amanda's mouth.

Ruth was starting to get a nice tan considering she was a natural redhead. Not
as dark as Amanda, but what Amanda thought of as a 'golden bronze'. "In answer
to your question," Amanda said, "Yes, I missed you a lot." And she grabbed
Ruth's left butt cheek and gave it a playful squeeze. "Ouch," Ruth said, "if
that leaves a mark I'm going to be upset." "Oooh, you'd get upset, huh?"
Amanda said, "And just what would you do, my little mouse, beat up on me?"
"Maybe," said Ruth and drove her fist into Amanda's abs. "Ow, watch it,"
Amanda said, "All that working out had made you stronger. I'm going to have to
be careful otherwise you'll be the muscle goddess of the house" and she
laughed.

Ruth went to the neighboring chaise lounge and pulled it closer to Amanda. She
then went to the hamper by the door and brought a towel back and spread it on
the chaise. "Here," Ruth said, handing Amanda a bottle of suntan lotion that
was on the ground, "rub some of this on me. Make sure you get my pubic area, I
can't stand to burn there."

Amanda sat on the edge of her chasie and bent over Ruth, rubbing the lotion
deep into the skin. Every so often she would glance toward the corner of the
house to check on the intruder. He was still there, probably enjoying the
show. Amanda rubbed lotion between her two hands and then applied it to each
of Ruth's feet. She then did the same and worked her way up her shins to the
knees and then squirted some lotion directly onto Ruth's quads. Her quads were
showing marked improvement from when they started months ago. Amanda rubbed,
but not too hard, lightly touching Ruth's mons and abs. She worked her way up
the sternum to the chest and tits. Ruth had filled out nicely in the tit
department. Must be all the cable and dumbbell flys she was doing.

Amanda finished by lightly touching Ruth's fine facial features and kissing
her on the lips.

Amanda repositioned herself on her chaise and both women lay there, wordlessly
enjoying each other's company, listening to the birds and listening to traffic
noise off in the distance.

Ruth sat bolt upright. She heard the foot fall of shoe on gravel. She was
staring at the corner of the house where Amanda knew the intruder was, but
Amanda was more interested in what Ruth would do. Ruth got to her feet in a
heartbeat and ran the short distant to the corner of the house. "Hey, what the
hell are you doing here, you pervert!" Ruth yelled. The birds stopped chirping
and Amanda got slowly to her feet.

Ruth reappeared in the back yard holding a man's wrist. She was litterally
dragging a small Hispanic man by the wrist. "This pervert was on the side of
the house jerking off and watching us!" Ruth said to Amanda, ""We need to call
the cops." And turning to the man said, "You won't get away with this."

The man got to his feet and was't much taller than Ruth. He looked from one
woman to another then he looked down and bent to retrieve his pants which were
down around his ankles. "Leave them," Amanda told him, "in fact, take off your
boots, socks and shirt too. If we're naked you need to be too, 'comprend''?"

'S#, pero ... ' and the Hispanic man was cut short when Amanda held up her
hand for him to stop. "Habla ingl's, se#or?" Amanda asked. "Yes, a little,"
the man said cautiously. "Qu' es su nombre, se#or?" Amanda inquired. "My name
is Diego," he said sheepishly.

"Ask him what he was doing here," Ruth told Amanda. "Qu' hac#a usted all#? Es
un pervertido?" Amanda asked. "Nada, y no, no es un pervertido" Diego said.
"He said he wasn't doing anything here and he's not a pervert" Amanda told
Ruth. "Yeah, well I got him with his penis in his hand in mid-stroke, how does
he explain that?" Ruth asked. "Usted dos se#oritas son diosas," Diego said.
"What was that," Ruth asked Amanda, "What did he say?" "He said," Amanda said
smiling, "that we two ladies are goddesses' if I have the translation right."
"Well, he's got that right," Ruth said, "And how do you know Spanish?" "I've
had a couple of jobs in Mexico, so I've picked up some to get by" Amanda said.
"Yeah, like the word for 'pervert', huh?" Ruth said and smiled. Amanda just
shrugged.

"Do you work, Diego? What do you do?" Amanda asked. "No, miss, I do some
gardening, fix things and trim trees, but I don't work steady," Diego replied.
"What were you doing there on the side of the house then?" Amanda asked. "I
was going door to door to pass out cards, then I need to, how you say, pee?"
Diego explained. Ruth bent down and picked up Diego's dirty Chino's and
produced a stack of tree service cards from his pocket. "So you saw us and
started to 'juegue con usted mismo?' Amanda asked Diego, and to Ruth she said,
"I asked if he was watching us and playing with himself". "Yes," Diego said,
"you are both very beautiful and have so many muscle I couldn't help myself."

Amanda and Ruth looked at each other and smiled. "Well, Ruth, what do you want
to do with this guy?" Amanda asked, "It's your call. I could snap him in two
like a twig or break a few ribs, but it's your call" Amanda repeated. "Diego,
do you have a wife or a girlfriend," Ruth asked. "No, no girlfriend, no wife,"
Diego said. "Are you gay?" Ruth asked. "No, se#orita, no es homosexual," Diego
replied. "Would you like to work here, Diego, be my houseboy?" Ruth asked.
Diego looked from Ruth to Amanda and back again, finally he smiled, "Yes,
se#orita, I be your houseboy," Diego said. "Good, Diego, that saves my friend
Amanda here from having to beat you to a pulp," Ruth said. Diego looked
puzzled and turned to Amanda, "Qu'?" "Yo no b#tale a una pulpa, comprende?"
Amanda asked. Diego took a small step backward away from Amanda. Amanda smiled
and grabbed Diego's wrist. She drew him to her and hugged him, his face mashed
against one enormous breast, "You sure you don't want me to just snap a couple
or ribs, honey," Amanda asked Ruth. "Put him down, Amanda before you do hurt
him. He'll do OK here at my house." Ruth said.

"Here's the house rules Diego," Ruth said, "You are to go where you live and
bring back whatever you need, Amanda will drive you," she glared at Amanda.
"You will do whatever Amanda and I want you to do without any questions. You
will call us 'Mistress Ruth' and 'Mistress Amanda'. You will only speak
English so you will learn it. You will do the domestic chores. I have a
gardener and a pool man, but no other hired help. You will be given a room,
food and a generous salary. Do you understand? The job is yours if you can
live up to what I just told you" Ruth concluded. "OK, Mistress Ruth, I
understand," Diego said, "But I can bring back my own things, Mistress Amanda
does not need to drive me." "I insist," Amanda said, looking Diego in the eye,
"We wouldn't want you to get lost coming back now, would we?" It was obvious
Diego was more than a little intimidated by Amanda and Amanda knew it and
wanted to keep it that way.

Amanda got dressed. She put on some shorts and a tank top with her 3"-high
ankle boots. She drove Diego to a barrio section of East Los Angeles. He ran
in a small wood frame house and Amanda waited in the car. She didn't have long
to wait, Diego came out carrying a large paper grocery bag with clothes in it
and two smaller plastic bags. Diego had no more gotten in the car when a young
Hispanic appeared at Amanda's open car window. "Hey, chica," the young man
said, "this is a fine ride. You giving rides to Mexican studs?" "Back off
kid," Amanda said and began to put the key in the ignition. The Mexican kid
grabbed Amanda's left forearm in an effort to get her attention. Amanda
grabbed his wrist with her right hand and was out of the car in a heart beat.
"Don't you ever touch me, fuck face," she whispered in his ear, bringing the
kids arm up behind his back, dislocating his shoulder. The boy screamed and
Amanda let go of the boys arm and got back in the car and drove off leaving
him on the pavement in the street.

Diego looked over at Amanda who had a smile on her face. Inwardly he
shuddered. This muscle woman scared the shit out of him, but he'd try and hide
it.

They arrived back at Ruth's and Ruth showed Diego where his room was. The
bedroom had its own bathroom and a nice walk in closet, not that he had
anything to put in it. When Diego and Ruth came back out to the kitchen,
Amanda had taken off her shorts and tank top, she was smiling. "What?" Ruth
asked Amanda. "A kid got smart with me when I was waiting for Diego. I had to
dislocate his shoulder." Amanda said. "Is this true, Diego, did you know this
boy?" Ruth asked. "Yes it is true. Mistress Amanda hurt him because he grabbed
her arm. He is just a, how you say it, 'punk' from the neighborhod." Diego
said. "Still," Ruth said, going to Amanda and rubbing her arms and chest, "I
wish you wouldn't do that sort of thing. You're going to get into trouble."
"For what," Amanda asked, "protecting myself?" "Honey, you're not the one that
needs protection, that kid needed protection from you. You could have just as
easily have killed him" Ruth said. "Yes, I could have," Amanda said, "but I
didn't. How about some dinner Diego, what can you make?"

Diego fixed Spanish omlettes, which got great reviews from both Ruth and
Amanda. He cleared the plates and did the dishes while Ruth and Amanda were
watching TV in the family room. He went in and found the two kissing on the
couch. Each was naked. Amanda looked up and said, "Diego, you should get naked
too, don't be rude. We've already seen your 'cajones', so don't be shy." Diego
stripped off his Chino's and T-shirt. "We'll have to get you some clothes
tomorrow, Diego," Ruth said, "those pants are disgusting."

That night, as Diego lay there in his bed, his thoughts raced. What had he
gotten himself into? He needed to watch out for the big woman. The little one
whose house this was seemed nice enough. He'd just have to see on a day to day
basis and make an escape if he had to.

Amanda and Ruth lay in each others arms. "Please, Amanda," Ruth was saying,
"Be careful. Don't get caught beating someone up, OK? I don't know what I'd do
if you got locked up and taken away from me." "I'll be carefule my little
mouse," Amanda said, "I just didn't like the way that kid put his hands on me.
Now you, I love the way you put your hands on me. Come on Ruth make love to
these muscles again. Take me in your mouth."

Ruth played with each of Amanda's breasts. She licked and nibbled the nipples
and watched as they grew. She playfully bit each one and traced the outline of
the areola with her tongue. She moved down the breast bone and kissed and
flicked her tongue over each of the abdominal muscles. She parted Amanda's
labia with her tongue and inserting it in her vagina, managed to pry out her
'she-cock'. The member began to swell and become erect. Soon it was a hard
8-inches. Ruth took the head in her mouth and was moving her head in rythem
with Amanda's thrusting. Amanda exploded and Ruth backed off so that she could
take all of her Amazon's cum. She drank thirstily as Amanda seemed to maintain
her ejaculate for two or three minutes.

"You give great head," Amanda told Ruth. "And you are a gusher when you come,"
Ruth said. Both women were spent. Ruth was curled in a fetal position with
Amanda against her back, one arm over Ruth's side, toying with her breast.

Ruth dozed contentedly. Amanda listened to the stillness, her mind adrift. She
had been spending more and more time with Ruth and at Ruth's house. Maybe she
should resign to be a roommate and sell her place, maybe she should not spend
as much time with Ruth, maybe, maybe, maybe ... life was full of choices.