Female Employees May Have an Advantage Over You
By MuscleLover
Three female teenagers grow stronger then their boss

	The spring season started early and I needed new part time help to
keep up with demand.  Naturally I looked to the local teen market for jobs
not requiring much technical skills.  Construction and demolition is a rough
business and usually only attracts males.  However, I had three females who
were thoroughly interested.  I decided to take them all on after an informal
interview and test of strength to make sure they would be capable workers.
Shannon came in as an exceptional candidate.  She was about 5'9'' and
physically fit.  In fact she commented that her workouts were getting boring
and an outdoor manual labor job couldn't hurt to strengthen her already tough
body.  "Quite frankly I love to get dirty and sweat without being an outcast.
I will do whatever it takes to support your company," she answered,"And I
can start tomorrow."  To make the final job offer I asked her to lift the
carrying unit (a padded bar with two boxes on each end used to carry
shingles, bricks and construction debris around on the shoulders) filled with
about 100 lbs down and up the staircase used to get to my second floor
office.  It was clear that it was a strain, but her posture and desire to
excel were near perfect.  My reply was quick,"If you really want to add power
to your frame, this position will fit your needs without a doubt.  Report
after school tomorrow."

	Shannon arrived a little early with a tank top and jeans.  Her
physique looked as freshly trained as a fitness competitor and a solid build
yelled density at me.  Watching this girl develop was going to be exciting.
The crew earlier in the day had removed most of the shingles off of a small
office building and piled them by the ladders.  It was Shannon's job to dump
all of the piles into the dumpster located 100 yards across the parking lot.
The first several loads took a while for Shannon to learn what amount was
not going to exhaust her too quickly.  After that her pace increased to
levels of some of my more experienced high school males.  Boy was she a
workhorse.  Two hours passed before it was break time.  At this point sweat
soaked her shirt and plastered the fabric to her skin.  Shannon wasn't only
physically fit but nicely proportioned for a 16 year-old, even for an adult.
I was approached to be asked how she was doing.  It was all compliments from
there.  At the end of the day Shannon was admiring herself in the lobby
mirror.  "Wow I have never felt this pumped after a workout," she though out
loud as I walked down the stairs.  Her biceps and forearms were pumped and
bulging.  My curiosity got the best of me and I asked how strong her
armwrestling stance was.  Her eyes lit up and I was challenged to a match or
two.

	We sat on both sides of a desk and locked hands.  Our even heights
allowed for a perfectly balanced playing field.  Shannon jumped the gun and
exerted a sudden force.  It was firm and strong, but not unavoidable.  Once I
gained the upper hand and returned her to the starting point, her bicep
became tight and popped up in a jagged relief.  Although I won on both arms,
I wondered if the same result would occur in two or three years.  Shannon's
next comment surprised me but wasn't out of line.  "Do you give good back
rubs?  I think I am going to be quite sore tonight."  It was apparent that
she wanted to thank me for hiring her so I invited her over for dinner and
some motivation for her to keep up the high quality work.  She hugged me and
then apologized for her uncontrolled action.  "Don't worry, we are off
company time and it wasn't taken the wrong way.  Deep down I had an odd
feeling that maybe I did want it to be taken the wrong way.  But I fought my
inner urges in a professional manner.  Before I knew it we had completed a
great meal.  Shannon asked for her promised back rub and ran into the bedroom
so she could stretch out on my bed.  By the time I entered she had removed
her top and dropped her pants so I could do a good job on all her muscles.  I
was a little stunned with her developed legs.  They were long and full with
diamond shaped calves.

	As my fingers started to knead her broad shoulders and back, I felt
turned on.  At such a young age Shannon really had a phenomenal body.  The
rubbing became deep and soothing and I slowly worked my way towards her legs.
Shannon was soaking in all the attention like a sponge.  Spending about
fifteen minutes on each leg seemed blissful for both of us.  Then I was
reminded to not forget about her glutes.  My mild embarassment was thrown out
when I noticed the firmness of her cheeks.  Sliding my hands underneath the
fabric received much more gratitude.  "Feel free to pull those down a ways to
allow yourself to really go to town," Shannon giggled.  She was really
enjoying the sensations and suddently flipped over and popped off her bra.
"Now you can start from the top and work your way down on this side.  The
beauty that laid in front of me surpassed any of my previous girlfriends.
Furthermore, Shannon's lack of inhibition turned me on to new highs.  My
employee was figuring out how to take control outside of the business world.

	By the time I finished, Shannon had become sweaty again.  She asked
to shower; but only if I joined her.  My agreement was based on the fact that
no one at work would ever find out.  That didn't seem to bother my sexual
aggressor any.  Soon I was disrobed and headed towards the bathroom to find
Shannon flexing in front of the mirror.  She backed into me and teasingly
pressed me to the wall.  "My, my I am definately setting the stage for my
transformation into a dominant amazon.  Because you are exactly as tall as
me, it looks like your dimensions are going to be my new targets.  And from
the perfect symmetry and solid foundation on my body, I may actually have an
advantage over you, expecially if I do manual labor for hours on end and you
spend too much time running the business.  Putting your muscle mass onto my
body will turn me into a she hulk...I can't wait. Now get into the shower
with me and soap me up."  The fact that her genetics seemed quite advanced to
mine made me worry that her dream might occur much sooner than expected.

	When summer hit, Shannon began working twelve hour days and growing
at a spectacular rate.  She was now able to carry around almost 200 pounds
without much difficulty.  And her adjustment to the rough nature of her job
caused her to wear jean shorts to show off her muscular legs.  This
ironically motivated the rest of the crew to work harder to build faster than
she could supply them.  Some of the younger men and teens complained that
they needed something to give them a fair fighting chance in the strength
department to keep from losing face to a girl.  Therefore, I converted one of
our smaller storage areas into a fully stocked gym with machines and plenty
of free weights.  It didn't cost me too much due to the closing of an older
fitness center around town; however the returns resulted in a much healthier
workforce.  The other two females started a serious lifting program as did
numerous males.  At about the same time Shannon noticed that she was making
sizeable gains towards my abilities.  It didn't take much for her to become
obsessed with size and power either.  After the sun went down each day,
Shannon didn't pack up and go home.  Instead she entered the gym for a
complete workout.

	By the end of summer Shannon had gained fifteen pounds and started
winning several armwrestling matches against me.  She was a beef cake and was
quite notable with her ripped, healthy chest and iron clad abs.  When she
wasn't working or at the gym my house became her favorite place to hang out.
And this usually meant I had to be prepared for her impulses.  Usually this
was her "zone" to walk around nude and constantly compare herself to me.
Sometimes this would annoy me and I would start a mock argument by poking
her in the chest.  Shannon loved it when I stood up to her and never took it
personally.  In fact she found it sexually stimulating and couldn't hold back
one day to escalate her resonses.  Without thinking she pushed my pecs with
both hands and shoved me onto the bed.  Then she sat in my lap and bragged
that a meaner competition than armwrestling was her expectation.  A
preemptive kiss was followed by her burly arm ensnaring my neck and yanking
me onto the floor.  The force rapidly enhanced as her bulging muscle mass
locked onto me.  The speed of her attack caught me by surprise and I ended up
with my face wedged into her deep cleavage.  She was crouched over me and
suddenly remembered that her thighs would be ample weapons.  Two tree trunks
surrounded my ribs and mercilessly squeezed.  My attempts to bridge her
failed and only made her more horny.  Because my arms were attempting to
releave the leg pressure I didn't have the ability to block her hands.  My
worst fear came true when Shannon reached behind her back and into my pants.
Her fingers found her target and clenched hard.  Her forceful sexual
domination made her eyes light up with glee.

	I knew I was in more trouble as her breasts swelled and elongated her
nipples.  Shannon spun around and plopped her ass on my face while she
stroked me harder than ever.  My assailant decided to lock her thighs around
my neck and cross her ankles for more leverage.  Thus I my face was pressed
tightly between her buttocks.  Shannon knew I was about to lose control and
she placed me into her cleavage.  Then to encourage me further she mashed her
meaty pecs against me and allowed me to release.  The hot, lubricated feeling
must have been glorious due to the increased energy level that resulted.  She
applied a grapevine along with a double arm bar to completely immobilize me.
Her physical challenges to me kept up her sex drive as well.  I worried that
I was not going to be able to break free from a teenager.  As much as I
wanted that to energize me, it also made me feel sexually vulnerable and
slighly satisfying.  Never before had a woman outperformed me in a strength
or wrestling contest.

	Shannon finally gained control of her combative frenzy and stretched
out facing me.  "That was a lot of fun.  Beware, this time I was able to come
down without taking you sexually.  Next time I might be curious enough to go
all the way.  Although that thought makes me feel great, it might be just as
rough to keep up as my muscular aggression was.  I have no intentions of
playing the weak female role by rolling over and taking it gently.  My goal
it to completely test my body in all functions," she warned.  To avoid having
Shannon reconsider that night, I offered to give her a satisfying blow job
until she reached orgasm.  This would buy me some time to figure out the
ramifications of being pumped by a young woman.  Granted we were only about
six our seven years apart.  However, legally and socially I might be in hot
water if this information ever leaked out.  In addition I wondered if the
other two female workers were already feeling a little jealous.  They were
quickly muscling up and hadn't been much of my individual focus.  Therefore I
decided to do a six month evaluation to try to pry some of their thoughts and
interests from their minds.  Carol was an attractive blond girl who was
generally shy but loved to spend time in the gym.  This came up a lot in our
talk and ended in an incredible discovery about her physique.  She seemed to
want me to become a pesonal trainer due to her "dilemma."  When I questioned
a little confused, Carol became slightly frustrated and unbuttoned her shirt
to reveal a heavily muscled upper body.  "How do I take this power to the
next level?"  I was stunned at the thickness and profound curves that were
hidden.  She was 5'5'' and looked tougher than Shannon with the exception of
her legs.  In fact she slammed my hand on the desk multiple times in
armwrestling.

	Even though Carol wasn't too comparable to Shannon in the leg
department her development was higher than most high school students.  And
she wanted to prove this.  Carol demanded that we had a "little test of
strength right now."  She pulled me from the seat and applied a crushing bear
hug.  I was tossed around like a sack and pounded on by unstoppable arms and
legs.  To end her demonstration she pushed me onto my stomack and pulled my
head up to her inner thighs.  Then she arched her back and laid on the
pressure in front of the full length mirror.  "Now that is the body of a
physically superior human being.  I advise you start spending time with me in
the gym as my spotter and motivator or this scenario will repeat itself
regularly.  You might also want to install a wrestling/boxing ring so the
employees can compete against each other.  Some of these guys need to be put
in line by the women who do so much physical work.  It will be pure exstacy
for all."  This all occured as soon as possible to keep my "dominitrix
employee" satisfied.  After this encounter I wasn't looking forward to
Jackie's expectations.

	Jackie was a 19 year-old firery red head.  She bonded well with the
male workers and was known for sleeping around with a few of them.  Due to
the fact that she was of legal age I never inquired about her personal life.
It seemed likely that it would come up during her evaluation.  Jackie
controled the discussion and was quick to agree with Carol's suggestion to
set up a wrestling ring.  "I love combative sports and proving that a girl
can be just as deadly if not more than a man.  And as you may have heard that
is the way I like sex, rough and wild.  In fact I have become quite skilled
at pusy whipping some of your finer employees."  Jackie came in with a low
cut blouse that revealed her hard upper body and equally powerful legs.  This
girl looked like she was carved out of stone and then coated with metal.  As
she explained her hobbies she tensed up every muscle and slammed her fists on
the table.  Her next request was for me to track her physical development by
taking skin tight measurements every two weeks and keeping a photo journal
showing her progress.  This sounded kinky yet fun.  Now I had to worry about
appeasing my female staff with high expectations and in exchange I told them
to actively recruit more females to balance out the labor grade staff between
men and women.

	My first visit to Jackie's place was an eye opener.  She was in
exceptional shape for a young woman.  I walked in during her workout and
viewed her awesome body in a form fitting leotard.  Her mature muscles were
rock hard and pumped.  It became obvious why when she started repping her 140
pound body weight on the inclined bench press.  My presence was acknoledged
with a request to get several pictures as she struggled to finish the last
rep of each set.  The strength and pure desire to succeed was crystal clear
in every shot.  A tough triceps and chest workout continued for another 40
minutes.  Jackie stood up and squeezed me tightly to prove her power was no
illusion.  Then she playfully shoved my face into her cleavage to show me her
power and sexuality.  She seemed exceptionally aggressive that afternoon and
started a competitive fight to exert her dominance.  I was impressed at how
rough and sexual all of her moves were.  Jackie manhandled me fairly easily;
however, I did get in my share of punches and holds.  Her rippling body
slammed against me multiple times before she became turned on enough to strip
and model for the camera.  The nude photos were for her "kinky" scrapbook
that truly gave an account of her sexual and muscular growth.  The other book
would be shown to whoever wanted to see it.

	As I zoomed in to get a picture of her deeply cut thighs I realized I
was in a kneeling position too late.  Jackie was standing with her hands on
her hips and displaying a full front lat spread.  Before I could finish my
comment on how dominant she appeared, she gripped my shoulders and pulled me
forcefully.  Her moist mound pressed against my face and her long legs locked
behind my back.  Then I was slowly pumped back and forth.  The motion was
slow and methodical.  Then the pace ramped up as my tongue plunged deeper and
deeper.  Jackie raised onto her toes to stretch me out and prevent me from
pulling away.  She was pretty proud of her position and continued to grind me
to gain satisfaction.  Every once in a while I would be permitted to come up
for air.  Each time I noticed how striated her chest was and the hardness of
her elongated nipples.  I had never turned on a woman to such a degree.  And
yet I was a ways off from making her reach an orgasm.  Obviously the rumors
of her sexual promiscuity weren't far off the mark.  And for a 19 year old I
felt that her muscular make up fit the body of a seriously trained 30 year
old.  Jackie must have been lifting since puberty to gain such an astounding
physique!

	Jackie enjoyed having the boss "between her legs" and desired to
engage me in physical contests of true superiority.  The first step would be
a full contact wrestling match.  She thumped her pecs and drove her fists
into my shoulders to start combat.  I winced in pain and was shoved to the
floor on my back.  Jackie wasted no time and jumped on top and knocked the
wind out of my lungs.  She giggle and slapped me a few times to make sure I
didn't give up.  To reply I pulled her arms toward me and outwards.  This
yanked my opponent but landed her breasts on my face.  "Don't you men ever
learn?  You should place a woman's strongest asset on a vulnerable place on
your body during a grunge match.  Let me show you why I can lift so much
weight for these pecs."  Jackie flexed so hard that I was wedged against the
floor and her aggressive upper body.  It felt like a rocky pillow was
smashing against me.  Jackie knew she was playing a little too rough to keep
me going for a while, so she commenced cat and mouse games.

	I was rolled over and mounted on my lower back.  Jackie leaned
forward and thrust her thick biceps in my view.  They were rounded and
meatier than mine.  As they were placed around my neck, their power became
unavoidable.  This female absolutely loved to outclass her competitors.
Because Jackie hadn't demonstrated her leg power, it was now time to learn
about her crushing scissor holds.  She first caught my sore neck between her
lush thighs in a kneeling position over me.  This was sexually aggressive
when she pulled my head up to her crotch I could see her devious expression
in the mirror as she jerked off on me.  Although my hair was somewhat wet,
Jackie still hadn't reached climax.  But that didn't stop her from becomming
even more physically taunting.  No matter how hard I tried to equalize the
fight, Jackie always managed to stay one step ahead.  She began placing me in
holds longer, tighter, and more sexually fulfilling for herself and often me.
The mirror didn't help my goals either.  Jackie went wild to see her body
pumped and glistening against a weaker male's strained body.  This was a
major reason she spent so much time and energy developing her frame.

	Before ending the match, Jackie had to place me in one more move.
 This time it displayed both her lower body and upper body strengths.  First
she sat me up against my will and wrapped her tree trunk limbs around my hips
and waist.  Her gentle squeezing quickly turned to unrelenting pressure.  She
would spread her legs and collapse them more each time until I was rigid in
her grasp.  My fists merely bounced off as I wailed on her quads.  Jackie
soon noticed how her arms appeared ripped and bulging when placed behind
mine.  Her two inch advantage made her think to apply a full nelson to really
pump the biceps and delts up.  With the slyness of a fox and the strength of
a boa constrictor she made quick work of my remaining defenses.  Jackie
bragged that many of the women in her generation would find it highly
desirable to become stronger than their male suitors.  "Why shouldn't women
be dominant, they already have superior levels of attractiveness to men.
Luckily testosterone is the one major defense of males to the fairer sex.
Let's move into the bedroom for some of those attraction issues."

	Jackie laid flat on her back and told me to take off my boxers.  "Now
I think humping my manager is in poor form.  So I will guarantee that you
will be satisfied by rubbing up against my other fabulous body parts.  Note
my washboard abs.  Why don't you use the ribbed surface to your advantage
then feel free to release between my sensual breasts.  And don't hold back, I
have put you through plenty of pain to deserve some pleasure tonight."
Jackie didn't need to convince me any more.  When I started thrusting
against her I was not "doing her" hard enough.  Therefore, my buttocks were
gripped as Jackie helped me to increase the ramming speed.  She sat half way
up and game me erotic sensations.  Finally I slid up to her chest and was
enveloped by her warm orbs.  Jackie mashed her pecs around me and trapped my
throbbing member inside.  "You have to lubricate me more before I will let
you out.  Maybe if I start doing some situps with you on top, you will drain
all your fluids.  Try to keep up -- excuse the pun."  After I toweled off
Jackie, she looked as fresh as ever.  Then I laid on my stomach so she could
"make me feel like I was getting banged from behind."  This frightened me a
little but was actually quite stimulating.

	Jackie mounted my butt like a saddle and tightened her legs around my
hips.  Then she rocked and jerked me around with fantastic force and
sexuality.  She pumped me until a fresh coat of sweat covered her entire
body. Then her leverage was enhanced by holding onto my shoulders.  This
dominant chick though nothing of grinding me into the sheets.  Slowly her
slipery frame slid up my back until she had my head against her crotch.  This
time the pressure felt like it was going to crush my skull.  Jackie must have
enjoyed it completely since she finally climaxed.  I struggled to keep her
from breaking my neck.  She stood up with me still locked in place and
dragged me onto the floor.  The she held my arms and pressed me up against
the wall.  I was dangling several feet in the air as Jackie proudly tensed
all her muscles for display.  "Now you see why I don't let myself get out of
control often.  The consequences can be painful for the male," she snickered.
 It certainly looked like my life was going to be complicated with the
muscular women at my company.