The Alternative Life - Part 12
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a muscle goddess.


Amanda had been back from Sweden for a week or so. As it turned out, the
project manager was quite please with their meeting and said that he'd call
upon her if he had any questions or concerns.

She had spent this past week mainly at her house, but did visit Ruth and Diego
on occasion. Amanda noticed that Ruth and Diego seemed to have more 'inside'
jokes between them and were never far from each other. She suspected that
since her trip to Sweden, they had become closer and more than likely shared
the same bed. Oddly this didn't make her jealous but curious. Curious about
how she stacked up against Diego as a lover.

Amanda stopped by Jane's house. To her surprise, Jane was away, but Brian was
there. He had on a pair of shorts and that was it. He seemed to be tanner than
when she had last been here. "Is Jane here, Brian?" Amanda asked. "No, she's
off at work. She asked me to take a look at the clothes dryer. It seems to
have broken a belt, but I need to get something to lift it with and move it
away from the wall. Come on in," Brian said. "Here, I can get it," Amanda said
and walked to the laundry room and lifted it from against the wall. "Looks
like that's got it," she said. "Thanks, Amanda, that thing must weigh two
hundred pounds or so," Brian said. "Well if that's all, you should have been
able to get it. You're still in as good of shape as the last time I saw you,"
Amanda said.

"Oh, I'm OK, have a seat, can I get you something to drink?" Brian said.
"Thanks, I will have an ice tea if you have it," Amanda said. "Sure, there's
some in the fridge, I'll get it," Brian said and went to the kitchen. "So, how
are you and Jane getting along?" Amanda asked. "We're doing OK. I'm living
here once again and we seem to be getting along. Maybe we make better friends
than husband and wife," Brian said from the kitchen. He walked back into the
living room with two ice teas. "I've known some relationships like that,"
Amanda said.

Amanda was sitting across from Brian. She wore a jean mini skirt and plaid
blouse that was tied across her amazing abs. She wore open toed sandles with
3-inch heels that accentuated her calf muscles. Amanda had her legs crossed
and then slid the one on top up and to the side so that she was sitting more
like a man than a woman. This of course spread her jeans skirt and afforded
Brian a view beneath her skirt. She wanted to see if she could get a 'rise'
out of little Brian.

It took him a couple of minutes, but Amanda noticed him dropping his gaze as
they talked. Finally she said, "Brian, I know you want to screw me. Let's cut
to the chase, shall we? Get undressed." Brian stood without hesitation or
question and stripped off his shorts. He had no underware on beneath them.
'Still a little short in the cock department' thought Amanda. Amanda stood and
said, "Brian, come here and undress me. Fold my clothes and be quick," Amanda
said. "Yes, Mistress" Brian said. He stood before her and unzipped her skirt
and slid it down her massive thighs and over the calves. She stepped out of
it. He then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. He folded
both articles of clothing and layed them on a chair.

"Very good, Brian, now you may make love to my muscles," Amanda said. Brian
kissed the side of her kneck and the trapezius muscles, then down the
shoulders and finally on to her chest. He dwelled a long time at each of her
double 'D' breasts. Teasing each nipple with his tongue and drawing circles
around the areolas. He worked his way down her front, nibbling at each
abdominal muscle. Brian flicked each one with his tongue. Amanda didn't
remember him being such an attentive lover in the past. He kissed and stroked
her massive thighs and kissed and licked her shins. He then went around and
worked his way up the calves to the back of the legs and then the gleutes. He
squeezed and kissed each cheek, darting his tongue between the globes. He
kissed along her spine while lightly touching her lats and triceps. Finally,
after about 15-minutes of caressing and kissing, he stroked her trapezius
muscles once again.

"Very nice, Brian, I can tell Jane has taught you a few things. As a reward,
I'll let you pleasure me but I must warn you I'm going to come in your ass, do
you understand?" Amanda said. "Yes, Mistress," Brian said. He knelt before her
once more and this time took Amanda's 'she-cock' in his mouth and began to
stroke it. Amanda's cock was now better than 8-inches when erect. She found
she had great muscle control of her clit and cock. She could stay erect as
long as she chose to, and now she let Brian make love to her for 20-minutes.
She finally said, "OK, Brian, I want to come now, so bend over that chair and
let me put my cock up that ass of yours" He did as instructed and she grabed
his stiff cock from behind. She wanted to bring him to orgasm at the same time
she climaxed.

She stroked his 7-inch dick in unison with her thrusting. It was funny that
her clit was longer and thicker than his dick, but he had other assets
considering that tongue. He had definitely learned a few things since her last
visit.

Amanda whispered in his ear, "Brian, I'm going to come now and I want you to
do the same, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Brian said somewhat out of
breath. 'Why should he be out of breath', Amanda thought, 'I'm doing all the
work here.'

Amanda shot her load and was pleased to see that Brian did as well. She did
note that the amount of semen from Brian was about a fifth of what she did.
"Lick me clean, Brian," she said and Brian, breathing hard, knelt once more
and licked her. "You need to work out more, Brian," Amanda said, "You're out
of breath from havig sex once. Brian, I've had sex four and five times in a
row, and have never been as out of breath as you." "No, Mistress, you're in
better shape than I am," Brian said, still breathing heavily.

"Thanks for the work out," Amanda laughed, "and the ice tea, Brian. Tell Jane
I stopped by to see her" "I will, Mistress, and thank you," Brian said and
smiled.

She drove to Ruth's house and on the way stopped at a liquor store to pick up
a bottle of wine to have with dinner that night. As she was leaving, she
noticed a free newspaper in a rack by the door. She picked one up and went to
Ruth's.

As luck would have it, Ruth wasn't there, but Diego was. She gave him the
bottle of wine to chill for tonight and sat down to glance at the newpaper. As
she looked at the ads and classifieds, an ad caught her eye. 'Female Wrestlers
Wanted' it read. It sounded similar to the fight club in Sweden. 'Hmm,' she
thought, 'I wonder how tough these guys would be.'

Ruth got home and over dinner, Amanda said, "What do you think about me
wrestling or fighting?" "You mean like for real," Ruth said, "or do you mean
fake like on TV?" "I mean for real," Amanda said, "I fought a guy when I was
in Sweden. I beat him too and it was a 'rush'". "You did not," Ruth said,
"You're making a joke." "No joke," Amanada said, "Don't you think I could beat
a guy?" "Oh, I have no doubt you could beat some guys, but that sport can get
ugly real fast," Ruth said.

That night, Amanda called the number in the ad. She made a date to go Saturday
night. She mentioned this to Ruth and asked if she'd go with her. Ruth said
almost instantly, "Of course, if you're going to get yourself beat up you
might as well have a doctor standing by," and smiled at the muscle goddess.

Saturday night came and Amanda and Ruth went into the city to the address from
the ad. The building was rather large and sat at the far end of a parking lot.
They parked as close as possible, but it looked like business was good. They
entered and asked directions from the bouncer to the manager's office.

Mr. Smith was a mousy man standing about 5'-3". He had a timid demeanor which
Amanda didn't expect for someone running a business that supported violence
and drinking. "So, have you ever fought in a ring before," Smith asked Amanda.
"Yes, once in Sweden," she said. "And did you win?" he asked. "Yes, I beat the
guy and left him with a few broken bones," Amanda said. "Good, well, you can
have two matches tonight if you like, that's providing anyone wants to get in
the ring with you. The way we operate here is, the men or women drink, then
think they're Superman or Superwoman as the case may be, and get in the ring.
Can you handle that?" Smith said. "Sounds OK with me, what do we wear?" Amanda
asked. "What ever you want or nothing at all, it's up to you. I will tell you
this though, the more you wear, the more your opponent has to grab hold of,"
he said.

"Fine, when do I start?" Amanda asked. "How about in a half-hour? There's a
dressing room in back and some workout equipment so you can warm up. You and
your friend can wait there," Smith said indicating Ruth, "I'll call you when
it's time." "All right, see ya' later," Amanda said and her and Ruth went to
check out the dressing room.

Surprisingly the dressing room was well lite and clean. There were lockers and
vanities with mirrors along one wall. The other wall held racks of dumbbells
and barbells. There were a couple of exercise machines and a tanning bed.
"Well, what do your think," Amanda asked Ruth. "Not as bad as I thought," Ruth
said, looking around.

The door openned and a black woman entered. She wore jeans and a baggy
sweatshirt. She was about 5'-4" and had short cropped hair and a gorgeous
complexion. "Hi," she said seeing Amanda and Ruth, "my name is Geri. You two
are new?" "I'm new," Amanda said, shaking Geri's hand, "my friend her is just
along for the ride." "Well," Geri said, "Welcome aboard. I've been here almost
a year now and I love it. Where else can you work for 3 or 4 hours a night and
take home a couple grand a week?" She smiled at Amanda and Ruth and pulled the
sweatshirt over her head revealing surprisingly wide shoulders for a woman of
her height. She took off her jeans and hung them in a locker. She withdrew a
pair of lace panties and put those on. "These won't stay on long," Geri said,
"The men and women like to take souvenirs"

"So, tell me Geri, how bad do you hurt the men and women who get in the ring?"
Amanda asked. "Well, it's not uncommon to break a bone, or bruise them up but
there's no gouging of the eye or scratching, so watch your nails," Geri
answered, "And if anyone wants to have sex, that's up to you, but you don't do
it here. Sorry, gotta run, I'm on in a couple minutes." Geri bounced out of
the dressing room.

"Let's go and watch, Ruth," Amanda said. They went to the door and heard Smith
say over the PA system, "And now Club FX is proud to anounce Miss Geri Germain
fighting Rodney Wilson." Rodney was a young African-American with some
muscles. He looked pretty fit and was wearing a Speedo. Geri and Rodney met at
the center of the ring, shook hands and went to their respective corners. The
bell rang and Rodney came out fast and met Geri before she was 3-feet from her
corner. He balled a fist and made contact with Geri's jaw with a short jab.
Geri took the blow and looked the man square in the eye. She said, "So, that's
how it's going to be, chump, OK, then." She worked Rodney against the ropes
and then into a corner, cutting the distance between the two of them ever so
slowly. Finally, she was close enough and Rodney through another couple of
jabs, neither landing when Geri grabbed his arm, turned and executed a perfect
hip throw. Rodney landed on his back and Geri put a foot into his armpit and
pulled back on Rodney's arm. Rodney let out a grunt, but just then the bell
rang and the two contestants went to their corners.

Round two and Geri went after Rodney with a vengence. She dove and pulled his
legs out from under him. He landed flat on his back and Geri sat on his
abdomen. She took each of his nipples between her thumb and forefigers and
twisted. This made him cry out in pain. The crowd was going wild.

Geri rolled off him, carrying the man with her. She crossed her ankles with
the man between them and squeezed. Neither Amanda nor Ruth could hear Rodney's
ribs break. Now he was really in an agonized state.

Geri got to her feet, reached down and lifted Rodney above her head as if he
weighed nothing and threw him to the deck below. Rodney thought he saw stars
he landed with such force. Again the crowd cheered.

Finally, Geri left the guy lying on floor. She went to the ropes and standing
on the secod or middle rope litterally dove onto Rodney's stomach. He never
made a move to get out of the way but took her full weight centered on his
navel. Rodney was now rolling on the mat trying to catch his breath. Geri
reached down and grabbed his arms and with her knees, pinned him. With her
right hand, she drew back and hit him square on the jaw. Rodney went out
instantly.

She got to her feet and strode around the ring. The fans were applauding and
the ones closest to the ring were holding up bills for Geri. She took them as
she made her victory lap. Two bar backs came and hauled Rodney off to the
challenger's dressing room.

On the way back to her dressing room, Geri said to Amanda, "Not bad, I can't
believe I let him tag me that first round., but there must be a thousand
here," holding up the money.

Amanda had on the leopard print panties that she had brought back from Sweden
with her. Her event was called, "And now Club FX is proud to anounce Miss
Amanda of Sweden fighting Joanne Norton." Amanda looked across the ring and
saw a woman perhaps 3 or 4 inches shorter than she and looking pretty fit. She
had on a black satin bikini and her hair auburn was back in a ponytail. While
her body was lean and showed some signs of muscle, her face was pock marked
and she had penciled on eye brows. Both women came to the center of the ring
and Joanne, unsmiling said, "Prepare to eat shit, bitch." Amanda smiled at her
and said, "Hope you brought your 'A' game sister, because you're going to need
it."

Amanda was certainly the more muscular of the two, but once the bell rang,
Joanne came back to the center and stood in a boxer's stance, bouncing lightly
on the balls of each foot. While she didn't have on boxing gloves, it was
clear she had formal training as a boxer. Amanda went in low and got tagged on
her left ear by a sharp right. Next, she tried circling behind Joanne, but
Joanne kept her square in her sights.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Joanne dropped her right hand. With a
lightening right of her own, Amanda shot a right cross through the openning
landing a little off center of Joanne's jaw. This was enough to stun Joanne
and Amanda took advantage landing a left to the body and a right to her left
breast. This seemed to take some of the smoke out of her. With that in mind,
Amanda hit her with two more shots to the same left breast and thought she
heard a rib crack. Joanne sucked in air. Amanda went in and grabbed the woman
in a bear hug and squeezed fracturing a couple more ribs.

Joanne tried to fight back but it was too late. The momentum was in Amanda's
corner. The decisive blow was a left jab to Joanne's mouth that shattered a
couple teeth and bloodied her lip it also sent her mouth piece flying. If the
crowd was yelling before, they were screaming now with the sight of blood on
one of the contestants.

The bell rang and both contestants went to their corner, Amanda with some
spring to her step, Joanne a little flat footed. At the sound of the bell
marking the second round, Amanda came out strong. She put her head down and
buried her right shoulder into Joanne's solar plexus. She lifted up and for a
moment, Joanne was airborne. She landed on her back with a thump. Amanda sat
on her face, knees pinning her arms. Joanne bucked trying to throw Amanda, but
had no luck doing that, and sooned tired, the kicking and bucking weakening
and more infrequent until it stopped all together.

Amanda moved back off Joanne's face and leaned forward and whispered in her
ear, "Now who's the bitch, cunt?" She smiled and gave a double bicep pose. The
crowd roared. She walked around the ring collecting the bills. She handed them
to Ruth on her way to the dressing room. "Here, see if it was a good night,"
Amanda said to Ruth.

Amanda showered and redressed. Geri was gone. "You got $1,840 here," Ruth
said, "and it looked like you didn't have a hard time with that woman" "Oh,
she knew what she was doing," Amanda said, "Fortunately she gave me a brief
openning and I got to her. Well, $1,800 isn't bad for 15-minutes worth of
work. I rather enjoyed that."

They left the club and drove home. Ruth massaged Amanda's shoulders. Amanda
turned and looked at Ruth, "So who's the better lover, me or Diego?" Ruth
looked a little surprised that Amanda knew about Diego and her having had sex.
"Oh, don't look so shocked, Ruth," Amanda said, "It was going to happen. I
just want to know who's best." "Actually, you are, Amanda, but please don't
tell Diego." Ruth said. "I won't, but right now I want to make love to you,"
Amanda said, she was feeling horny after beating that woman.

Ruth made love to Amanda's muscles. They seemed to have gotten harder since
her workout. She loved the rounded shoulder, the striations beneath the skin,
the warm yet hard abs and the sweet taste as she flicked her tongue over the
surface.

After the muscle worship and sex, they slept. Amanda was tired and went right
to sleep, Ruth lay there thinking of Amanda, Diego, her business, patients and
finally, Geri. 'Don't get involved, you've already got one muscle goddess
you're serving, you don't need a second' Ruth thought. She fell asleep
picturing herself in Geri's arms.