Clean and Jerk 
by Musclehead



"Hi. What are you doing?"

"Cleaning?"

"What?"

"Cleaning. We're doing cleans."

"Well it looks like you're lifting weights."

"Wow, Sue. I'm surprised he could figure that out. He doesn't look like he's
ever done it." Kim's voice dripped with sarcasm. But she was right. Ralph was
not what you'd call a physical specimen. Kim and Sue both were, although they
were mostly covered up at this point. But that hadn't dawned on the somewhat
slow Ralph, who was about as dumb as he was weak, that he probably couldn't do
what they were doing.

"Well, it looks like you're dropping them almost as soon as you get them up.
They must be too heavy for you." Sue looked him up and down and then winked at
Kim.

"We're going for endurance here. It's part of our WOD."

"What's that?"

"It's the workout of the day. Have you ever heard of Crossfit?"

"I saw a thing on Sixty Minutes one time. The goofy guy with the backwards
baseball cap said some of the people who do it are almost superhuman."

"Yup. That'd be us."

"Then why are you dropping them?"

"We're taking turns."

Kim chimed in. "If we lifted them over our heads, it would be called a clean
and jerk, Jerk."

"Hey that wasn't very nice."

"Sorry for my friend, Kim. She can be a bit nasty sometimes."

"All the time, if I want," Kim corrected.

"We could do clean and jerks if we wanted. We're both very strong, like the
guy said, superhuman."

"Why are you doing it on the beach?"

"Because we like being out in the sun, ... ."

"And we like showing off our bitchin' bodies." Both girls were wearing loose
fitting shorts and oversized long sleeved cotton shirts so he couldn't tell
how "bitchin'" their bodies actually were. Maybe later.

"So," taunted Kim. "Do you do any kind of exercise at all?"

"Yeah," responded Ralph, defensively crossing his arms over his sallow chest,
becoming dimly aware that the diminutive Korean girl was making fun of him.
"I'm a runner."

"Oh, good, that's the next part of our WOD. Down to the pier and back." She
pointed to the old wooden structure barely visible on the far horizon. "Let's
go."

A short time later, in between sets of the kind of pushups where hands and
feet leave the ground, very hard, requiring explosive strength, Kim and Sue
had a good laugh as Ralph straggled back, clearly exhausted. They had let him
get a lead, and then after they had turned around at the pier, turned on the
afterburners and left him in the dust, getting back to their spot ten minutes
before Ralph.

As Kim giggled at his expense, he just kept going, not want to stop and be
teased anymore.

A couple days later, there they were again, doing the same workout, or so it
seemed. But something seemed different. He just couldn't quite put his finger
on it. "So," started Kim, as soon as she saw him, "How's our elite runner? Are
you still sore as shit from our little jog the other day?" He was, but he
wasn't about to admit it to the diminutive, sassy girl. They were still doing
their alternating cleans. Unbeknownst to Ralph, they had been doing this
already for forty reps, non-stop. As someone who didn't do anything in the way
of exercise, if he had known how long their non-stop workout had been going
on, it probably wouldn't have sunk in how extraordinary this was.

Taking a break, Kim went over to where their cooler was and stripped down to
her bikini while Sue did another twenty cleans without a rest, a pretty
amazing feat. Kim was clearly very fit, a tight, hard body, maybe five-three
and a hundred and ten pounds, somewhat typically oriental in stature. She was
actually about fifteen pounds more than usual, all muscle, something the
untrained eye might not pick up on, but even a dweeb like Ralph could see that
she was pretty ripped, and hot, a body that would make any man think about sex
right away.

After Sue finished doing another twenty cleans, she dropped the weight,
clearly breathing hard, her shirt now soaked in sweat. As Kim walked past her,
wiggling her round hard ass for Ralph's sake, she high-fived her friend. "You
are so awesome, Kim. Even I can't keep up with you. Take a short break before
we move on."

Sue went over and stripped down. She wasn't quite as ripped as Kim, but she
was still very defined. And much bigger. Oh, yes, Sue was a big girl at
five-eight and a hundred and seventy-five pounds. Just two inches shorter than
Ralph, but, unbeknownst to him, fifteen pounds more, a very powerful fifteen.
Her shoulders were very broad and the muscles in her upper back were thick
from lifting some heavy, heavy weights. Those wide shoulders, lats and traps
tapered down to a tight lower back, and a round hard ass, sticking out of her
immodest suit bottoms, not a thong like Kim was wearing, but the half covering
emphasizing how muscular those glutes were.

When she turned around, as previously stated, she wasn't as ripped as Kim, but
her abs were well defined, nonetheless. She had medium sized tits, but thick
pecs, capable of pushing up weights that Ralph would find hard to comprehend
if he knew. Many women will arch their backs to make their tits stick out and
up. Sue's arch was natural, the result of those full abs, deep pecs and that
back, that awesome back. As dim as Ralph was, little Ralphy responded to this
vision right away.

"Ralph, we have a surprise for you," chirped Sue, so much friendlier than the
feisty Kim. She pointed over to the side. It was another barbell with bigger,
plastic looking plates on it. "We want to see how much you can do. Start out
by just lifting it to your knees. Just standing up straight holding it."

Ralph went over and stood by the bar. Sue instructed, "Spread your feet to
shoulder width. Grip forward with one hand and backward with the other also
about shoulder width."

"What do you mean?"

"One wrist facing forward and one wrist facing backwards, idiot," interjected
Kim.

Ralph bent forward to pick up the barbell. "No, you'll hurt your back. Bend
your knees and keep your back straight." After a lot of grunting, he managed
to stand up straight. "Good boy. Now do four more." With much effort he slowly
got it done, then flopped down to a sitting position, panting as if he had
just completed the twelve labors of Hercules.

Kim sauntered around Ralph, taunting him. "God, you're weak."

"Well this bar is a lot heavier than yours. Look at how much bigger the
weights are."

Just then, two girls came jogging by. Both were very fit looking, probably
high school jocks. They looked to be about seventeen or eighteen with toned,
curvy bodies, with very strong looking legs and well muscled arms, nicely
displayed, one girl in a white one-piece bathing suit, and the other, black.
Both girls had running shorts on over their suits. They slowed down to watch
as Sue encouraged Ralph, somewhat recovered from his "deadlifts" to see if he
could get it up to his shoulders. The teenage girls started giggling as Ralph
failed miserably, giving Kim an idea of another way to humiliate the poor guy.

"Hey, girls. Do either of you think you could lift this weight up to your
shoulders?"

"Piece of cake." The slightly smaller girl went over to the bar. She appeared
to be about five four and maybe a hundred and thirty pounds, actually a little
bigger than Kim, though not as ripped. Still, for being so young, relatively
speaking, at eighteen or nineteen, she was pretty impressive. Jackie proceeded
to lift the bar up to her shoulders, a nice clean clean. Then she did it more
several times before signaling to the other girl, Pam, to give it a try.

Pam was a pretty big girl, not as big as Sue, but at five-six, she weighed a
good hundred and fifty pounds, very curvy and pretty muscular. She pushed by
Ralph and proceeded to clean the other bar ten times.

As previously stated, Ralph was not real bright, and at this point, every
female out there having proven themselves to be physically superior to him,
"Big deal, those weights aren't as big."

Before Sue could say anything, Pam strutted right up to Ralph, getting slow
close that her breasts pushed against his sallow chest. "The bar that you were
using is a regular bar weighing twenty-five pounds and those big plates are
filled with sand, weighing only ten each. That's only forty-five pounds. My
kid sister could pick that up to her shoulders, you pathetic weakling. And
she's only nine. The other bar, an Olympic bar, weighs forty-five pounds all
by itself. The collars add another ten, and those weights are metric,
twenty-five kilos on each side. You do the math. Oh, wait, you're too stupid.
I kilo is 2.2 pounds. So that's a hundred and sixty-five pounds. More than
three times what you couldn't get to your shoulders."

As she lectured him, Jackie went over and proved herself to be almost as
strong as her friend.

"How do you know so much about the weights?" inquired Sue.

"My mom does crossfit. She's way stronger than my dad. Do you know her? Paula
Pound?"

"Oh, yes, we work out together sometimes. You're her daughter?

"Yeah."

"But she said you were only fourteen."

"That's right. Did she tell you that we do crossfit too?" She turned back
towards Ralph. "Think about that, pussy boy. A fourteen-year-old girl is more
than twice as strong as you. I could kick your ass with my eyes closed and one
hand tied behind my back. Jackie too. She's strong as shit, but I'm stronger
'cause I'm bigger." She turned to Sue and Kim. "Well, see ya. We'll be back
later if your still here." And the two much younger than they looked girls
took off, running down the beach.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Kim turned back to the totally
dejected Ralph. "It seems they run faster than you too."

"Well, I'm outta here. I thought you guys were gonna help me, but all you want
to do is humiliate me."

"I was going to help, but I can't seem to keep Kim under control." Just as she
said this, Kim ran at Ralph and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his
waist and tackling him to the ground. She then proceeded to wrestle the bigger
but totally overmatch Ralph into exhaustion. He was pretty weak for a five
ten, hundred-sixty-pound guy, and she was very strong, though much smaller.
After throwing him around and twisting him into un-natural positions for half
an hour, grinding her crotch on his face a few times, he lay in a heap as she
stood over him, breathing deeply, partly from exertion and partly from
adrenaline.

Meanwhile, down the beach, "You boys tackle like a bunch of girls." As Jackie
high-fived Pam for her dig at the guys they were playing football with, she
corrected herself. "Actually, we girls tackle pretty fucking hard. I should
say you tackle like a bunch of boys. Pathetic. It takes two of you to bring me
down just about every time I run."

Indeed, Pam would drag a single tackler or rather would be tackler along for
ten feet or more through the sand before a second player would help bring her
down. And if she got up to full speed, she would literally run opponents over.

And Jackie, well, no one could cover her when she went out for a pass. She was
too quick, too fast, she could turn on a dime and she could jump. She never
dropped a pass, and when she played defensive back, no one caught a pass
against her, and she intercepted three.

In the meantime, always mean Kim had an idea. She had been watching Sue out of
the corner of her eye dong repeated clean and jerks with that hundred and
sixty-five-pound bar, going on for almost as long as she had been wrestling
with Ralph, if you want to call it that. It was more like a lynching. Ralph
tried to fight her off, but she was much too strong and she was a great
athlete. The former gymnast had all the skills, and he had none.

She normally wasn't nearly as strong as her larger friend, but between
watching her perform such an exhausting exercise for so long had her pretty
turned on right now, along with the flow of hormones and adrenalin stimulated
her dominating wrestling with Ralph, she was feeling her strength levels
rising.

When Sue ended her self-imposed ordeal, she looked over at her friend and
laughed out loud, watching Kim perform her new form of an old lift. "I'm doing
a clean with a jerk," she laughed as she lifted Ralph to her shoulders,
holding him crossways, one hand under an armpit and one below his crotch.

Pam and Jackie arrived back at the scene just as Kim finished her tenth rip,
dropping the barely conscious Ralph from her outstretched arms after each rep.
"So cool," squealed Jackie as Pam went over and high-fived Kim.

"Let's take turns. Do you ever do that."

"Sure." Kim and Pam faced each other and began cleaning him to their shoulders
before dropping him from strong arms, strong female arms. Luck from him they
were dropping him onto soft sand.

Sue watched with a combination of amusement and amazement. This strong girl
was only fourteen well, almost fifteen. But, still. Sue knew that she was one
in a million. Well, maybe two in a million because now Jackie was taking a
turn and while she didn't do it as easily as Pam had, she was smaller.

Then, to take it to the next level, Pam exclaimed, "Watch this." She lifted
the scrawny, limp body of Ralph to her shoulders, and then with a mighty
heave, this fourteen-year-old phenomenon pressed him over her head. "I just
cleaned and jerked a jerk," she laughed, before dropping him from her fully
extended powerful pumped arms. "Well, see ya," and off they two young girls
went, running at a good clip, evidence of inexhaustible energy.

A little while later, Sue and Kim packed up their stuff and also took off,
leaving poor Ralph lying there in a pathetic heap. People passing by just
assumed he was asleep. An hour later, when it was almost dark, he awoke,
gather his sorry ass and straggled off the beach.

"Hey look, who's coming down the beach, Sue."

"Augh, oh. He's got some big guy with him. Looks somewhat buff, for a guy. I
guess we're supposed to be scared?"

"Even though I'm the smaller of the two of us, lemme take the big one."

"Why don't you take them both? You like a good challenge, and you know that
neither one would be much of one for me."

A moment later, "This is the bitch that beat me up." The big guy, Tom, looked
over at Ralph in disgust.

"Yeah, she's all ripped, but she's a lot smaller than you. The bigger one I
might understand, but even so, the big one is still a girl. Sue looked over at
Kim with a knowing smile on her face as Kim rubber her hands together in
enthusiastic anticipation.

They stood facing each other, the two guys next to each other, their stance
somewhat confrontational as Kim bounced up and down, swinging her arms back
and forth, ready for action. But Sue was more relaxed, standing a little off
to the side. "So, you guys wanna fight. Well, I'm not gonna get involved.
That's not my thing. No, Kim's gonna take you both at the same time."

Before the words were out of her mouth, in the space between the two women,
two bodies came flying through the gap, slamming into the guys, tackling them
to the ground. As they lay there, recouping, Pam kipped to her feet. She
looked over at Sue and Kim. "We got this." Jackie was already doing a number
on the pathetic Ralph and Sue and Kim stepped back to see what these wonder
teens could do. Today, both girls were wearing pretty small bikinis, and with
one look anyone could tell how jacked they were. Pam especially had a full and
powerful looking core, abs, obliques, serratus, the works.

Jackie was already all over Ralph as Pam talked momentarily with Kim and Sue,
but before Tom could recoup, she bent her knees slightly, and then swinging
her arms up, launched off into a pretty high backflip, coming down, leading
with a knee, right onto Tom's midsection, causing him to wheeze and cough in
great pain. Bouncing to her feet, she quickly moved down by his feet, grabbed
his ankles and then dove forward, over his head, an amazingly athletically
move, flipping him end for end as she let go and did a graceful tumble as he
landed face down.

Instantly back up and jumping straight up, very high, she spun like a top, two
complete revolutions. As Tom rolled onto his back, trying to recoup, Pam
descended from on high, landing straddling his torso. She laughed at his
horrified expression, the poor guy so sure that this twirling musclegirl was
going to land right on him. Strutting over to Sue and Kim, she asked, "Can I
have a sip from your water bottle? I left mine way back by our stuff." Sue
handed her the bottle and after a few sips, Pam handed the bottle back, said
thanks, and then turned back towards Tom, who had gotten to his feet.

Jackie had already made short work of Ralph, and wandered over towards Kim and
Sue as Pam sauntered back towards Tom. "Good, I'm glad you're on your feet. We
sort of surprised you guys before. No excuses now. Get ready to get your ass
kicked."

As Jackie got to the two older women, she explained, "Pam just did that last
move to show off her spectacular athletic talents. She's the best," she
paused, "at everything," Jackie emphasized the last word.

Before the action started, Paula, Pam's mom, came jogging up. There aren't too
many fifty-five-year old women or men who looked as fit and strong as Paula.
Not too many twenty-year somethings either. "Hey, Kim, Sue. I see you've met
my daughter. She's the best at everything, EVERYTHING."

"We've heard."

Whether Tom had overheard those comments or because of Pam's supreme
self-confidence, he seemed somewhat un-nerved. This guy outweighed her by at
least twenty-five pounds and was strong and fit looking to boot, but, now in a
much smaller bikini than the one piece suit the previous day, Pam's physique,
absolutely amazing on someone so young, or really of any age, she looked more
formidable than him.

Tom planted his feet a little wider than shoulder width, in kind of a
wrestler's stance, with his arms out, ready to mix it up. As Pam approached,
she suddenly slid forward on the sand, feet first, right between his legs,
grabbing ahold of them from behind with her powerful arms. Pulling forwards,
Tom lost his balance and as he fell backwards, her legs shot up behind his
upper back and wrapped around his head. His arms were free, but as she applied
tremendous inward pressure, squeezing inward on his shoulders and forcing his
arms straight up, where they were rendered useless.

He was on top of her, but she had him pretty well wrapped up. An explosive
torqueing of her torso to the side, and he was now face down in the sand, his
arms under him, his upper body under control with her lower limbs and her arms
that were stronger than his legs, were wrapped around them. She arched her
back, pulling up on him. Yes, she was as arched as he was, but she was more
flexible and was also the one powering down on his overmatched body. After a
few seconds, she released him, and as he collapsed onto the sand, she lay on
his back for a few seconds, chuckling to herself at how easily her power and
speed had subdued him. Rolling her legs back over her head, she suddenly
kipped explosively, not to her feet, but continuing forward, bringing one hard
knee onto the middle of his back. On her feet in an instant, she jumped again,
another spin and she landed at his feet, sat down, facing him, and then
entangled her muscular legs with him. Even if he wasn't recovering from the
knee to his spine, her speed and extreme athleticism would have been too much
for him.

Now he was in a sort of grapevine, but not in the usual way, their legs
opposite of each other. Leaning back, Pam tightened her powerful thighs,
immediately putting Tom into a world of pain. Then, to make things worse, Pam
started to roll around in the sand, very quickly, whipping his pain racked
body back and forth. After a half a minute or so of this torture, she stopped
rolling, but kept the leglock on, and once again in a sitting position at his
feet. Placing her hands on the ground, slightly behind her, she flexed her
entire body, lifting her torso off the ground, her triceps exploding in
definition.

The agonized Tom reached back with his arms to try to relieve the pain. Quick
as a wink, she grabbed them at the wrist, pulled and rolled onto her back. Tom
was suspended above her as she laughed and giggled as he cried out in pain.
Letting go of his arms, Pam whipped her legs back down, slamming the poor guy
back into the sand, face down. What she did next was hard to believe. Pam just
sort of threw her body forwards, her leghold still in place, twisting the hell
out of his as she wrapped her arms under his and up, squeezing them inwards
into the sides of his head. Leaning back again as she pulled his beaten body
up and up, she turned her head towards her appreciative audience, clearly once
again giggling over her dominance and laughing at his inability to stop her.

Releasing this hold, she slid off him, lay on her back next to him and then
rolled him onto her body, perpendicular to him, but now on his back. With
lightening speed, she captured one of his arms and his leg on that side
between her powerful lower limbs, and then did the same with her arms on his
other side. She was too quick and too strong, and now she was pulling him in
both directions at the same time, his crotch feeling like it would be ripped
apart. The women watching this slaughter burst into laughter, his unfortunate
position making it obvious that he had a boner and a stain on his shorts.
Their laughter was soon drowned out as Pam suddenly powered down on her
unbelievable hold causing Tom to scream at the top of his lungs.

It seemed at this point that Pam could do anything she wanted to him. She was
too fast and too strong, and to make things worse, between unsuccessful
efforts to stem her assault coupled with the accumulating pain she was
inflicting, he was becoming exhausted, while she seemed fresh as a daisy,
indeed, seeming to be gaining energy as this slaughter went on, so the gap in
the strength department was widening.

Finally, Pam released him, got up and strutted around his beaten body, and
then over to the watching women, high fives all around.

When Pam's back was still to him, the slightly recuperated Tom ran at her,
knocking her down, with him on top of her back. That was just what she wanted,
all the more humiliating when she reversed control in seconds. With the kind
of flexibility that only a gymnast might have, Pam's legs went out and back,
wrapping around Tom's waist in a backwards scissor. As she poured on the
pressure, she pushed off with powerful arms, straight back. Now she was
sitting on him, facing away. Falling backwards on top of him, she reached back
and grabbed at whatever she could, an elbow on one side, and an armpit on the
other. Once again, she pulled with all her might until he shrieked in pain.

Kim turned to Sue. "She's way better than me," she whispered.

"And it seems like she's as strong as me," marveled Sue

"You got that right," said her proud Mom. "He has no chance against her. She's
so athletic and quick, and her strength is phenomenal when you consider her
age."

Sue pointed out, "We saw her clean and jerk poor Ralph, over there."

"She can lift a lot more than that. I'm telling you, she's one in a million.
Nobody like her."

Looking back at a break in the action, Pam was in a handstand, walking around
Tom's prone body, going onto one hand occasionally and poking him with the
other, taunting him. "Come one, big boy. I'm only fourteen. You're losing to a
fourteen-year-old. Well, not just losing, getting destroyed." Back on her
feet, she started doing aerial cartwheels, back and forth, side to side over
his body. Eventually, he slowly started to rise as she continued, showing off
not only her supreme athletic ability but her stamina as well. When Tom was on
his hands and knees, she went straight from an aerial to a handstand on his
back before flipping forwards and landing straddling his head, facing away
from him.

Pam immediately clamped his head tight, and then went into a forward
somersault. As her hands hit the ground, his head still tightly held between
her knees as her feet contacted his chest. With a mighty push, she flipped him
over top of her, poor Tom crashing onto his back once again as she gracefully
landed on her feet. Paula glanced over at Sue and Kim with the satisfied look
of a proud mother. "The absolute best," she quipped. The astonished girls
nodded their heads in agreement.

What next. Tom lay there in a daze, wondering whether he should get up. He was
a proud guy and he was still sure that she had taken him by surprise. But she
had given him some time to recoup and at least one chance to gain an
advantage, and he could do nothing against her. She was too athletic, so fast,
and no doubt, very very strong. So, he lay there for another minute,
contemplating his options.

Ralph had been sitting there watching the action, since his ass whipping at
the hands of young Jackie, who had stopped beating him up so she could watch
her awesome friend. Pam went over and yanked him to his feet, and in one
smooth motion, whipped him up and caught him across her shoulders facing down,
another hard to believe move from this young dynamo. Walking over towards Tom,
she easily pushed Ralph over her head, lowered him slightly, and then threw
him up, a good four or five feet. He came crashing down onto Tom's prone body
as Pam turned and walked towards the group of women, brushing her hands
together in a gesture suggesting that that had been as easy as washing her
hands. Her extraordinary body, mature way beyond her years, was really pumped
from the exertion, in marked contrast to Tom's, which seemed to have lost
something through this ordeal.

As she glided over towards the women, her mom asked, "Are you done? Is that
it?"

"Mom, you know I like a challenge, and I'm rather disappointed that he wasn't
much of one."

Kim interjected, "Why don't you take them both at once?"

"That skinny guy is such a zero that he wouldn't be a factor at all," opined
Jackie.

"That's true. I had no problem with him yesterday and you had an easy time of
it a little while ago. I was going to take them both on today, but you're way
beyond me."

"Maybe tomorrow, the big guy can bring another big guy. Two like him, though,
better step up their game, or two won't help. I'm too athletic and too quick.
Plus, we know I'm pretty strong."

"Ha, that's an understatement." Paula looked over at Sue. "Pam passed her
father, strength-wise when she was nine. Her little sister, Anna, is coming
right along in that department as well. All the superior genes come from my
side, if I do say so myself." She turned back to Pam. "Come on, Babe, one more
last move. We know how strong you are. Why don't you do something that shows
not only that, but your quickness and extreme athleticism as well?"

"Okay." She turned back towards the two hapless men, not knowing what she was
going to do. Ralph was sitting up now, sort of facing where the women had been
standing. Tom was behind Ralph, still on his back, but for some reason, he had
his legs up, like he was getting ready to stretch or something. Time to show
some improvisational skills that were as amazing as all her other talents. A
few quick steps and she leaped high, doing some kind of twisting, cartwheeling
spinning move, coming down at Ralph, or rather over him, catching his head
between her legs, high up on her muscular thighs.

She landed between the two guys, grabbed Toms' ankles, bringing them together
as she dove forward. In one fast, smooth move, she let go of his ankles and
grabbed his wrists as she brought her feet together under Ralph's lower back.
So, now she was laying on Tom, her hard torso, pinning his legs against his
chest, her arms that everyone could now see were the same size as this bigger
guy's, but clearly more defined, and without a doubt a lot stronger, as she
captured Ralph's body along with his head.

Gymnast's do a move on the balance beam where they're lying on their stomachs
on the beam, and then they arch their supple backs, bring their legs up high
behind them. Pam had stopped doing gymnastics when she got bigger and when she
decided that what she wanted to do was go head to head with guys in their
sports like football and wrestling, but she still had all the skills. And
right now, she was doing that balance beam move, but on top of Tom's legs, and
lifting most of Ralph's scrawny body up in the air as well, his feet still
dragging on the ground, but that's about it. Unbelievable. Then, she captured
both of Tom's arms with just one hand as she pinched his nose with her other.
"I guess I showed you that you're really not all that, now, didn't I?"

Releasing her hold, she bounced to her feet. "Come on, Jackie let's go. We
don't wanna be late." And off they went aa sprint-like clip, down the beach
until they disappeared.

Kim looked over at Paula, "Late for what?"

"Oh, there's some kind of pushup/pullup contest down the beach. A bunch of the
football players and anyone else who wants to enter."

"And, you assume she'll win?" asked Sue.

"Well, YEAH. I expect, except for Jackie, she'll more than double everyone
else's numbers. I told you, she's the best, at EVERYTHING." Paula turned
towards Tom. He was sitting up now, still somewhat dazed. Paula strolled on
over to him. In spite of just having had the crap beaten out of him, he still
had a boner, plainly evident.

"Must be pretty big," she thought. "So, that girl, my daughter turns you on?"
She didn't wait for an answer. "Well, she's underage, but I'm not. Go to 221
Beachfront Rd. if you want to make use of that thing," she cooed as she
stroked it with her foot. A little while later, Tom found out that Paula's
last name was very descriptive. Ralph was unlucky, or rather, very lucky to be
sexually abused for the rest of the day by Sue and Kim, proving to be very
adept at licking pussy, another form of "cleaning".

And yes, Pam won the pullup/pushup contest with ease. Pam was finding out
early one that there just wasn't much competition for girls like her. But a
future encounter with the quiet and reserve, but also monstrously strong Sue
lay somewhere in her future.