Karen, part 1
By Rampant Tiger
The story of how an ambitious young woman becomes boss of a trucking firm and years later introduces her great-grandson to the joys of the open road.

 
         KAREN
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CHAPTER 1      The Early Years
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Karen had been a well-built, athletic kid all through her school years,
participating in most sports - and excelling in them - starting in public 
school.  In high, she ran the 100 meters, 200 meters, and 800 meters, and was
tops in her age groups in the long jump, high jump, and javelin throw. She
played volleyball, basketball, and soccer.  She also represented her school, 
her district, and her state in gymnastics.  As a result of all this physical
effort, Karen developed a muscular, flexible physique that was admired by 
the girls in the locker rooms, and secretly envied by most of the boys. 
Some of the stronger, more adventurous boys challenged her to arm-wrestling 
contests, and Karen could take any of the boys in her class, even the strong-
est of them.  They didn't challenge her often, and she didn't show off her 
well-developed muscles in the class-room.  She didn't have to!  

All this physical activity did not interfere with her scholastic standing.  
Karen was always in the top ten in her grade, and seemed to be there without 
any time spent in study.  She was just naturally clever.  In addition, Karen
was a very attractive girl, a very personable girl, and was popular with both
the boys and girls in her peer group.  She loved dancing, and never missed a
school or a community dance, and never sat out a single set, whether it was
a slow, sexy number or hot, fast jive. 

Karen's parents were quite well-off, and they lived in a big house on a quiet 
street in an older, well-kept part of town.  Karen's dad was an ex-quarter-
back who had built a successful auto-parts distributing business that
took him out of town a good deal.  To compensate for his reduced sex life, 
he spent most of his free nights out-of-town in the exercise facility in his 
hotel or in a local gym.  This sort of released his sexual tension and kept
him in reasonably good shape.  He needed to be in good shape, too, since 
Karen's mom was an ex-pro skater, and she had kept up her physical condition
by becoming a top-rated long-distance runner.  10k, 20k, or marathon, she
did them all.  She also worked full-time as a fashion consultant and buyer 
for a large department store, and that took her out of town a fair amount,
as well.  Since they could both set their own schedules, they were able to
arrange things so one would always be home with Karen.  When they were home
together, while Karen was small, she was often shipped off to a friend's
to stay for a day or two.  What her parents did then, Karen never knew, but
as she grew older, she did become aware that after these sleep-overs, both 
her parents seemed to smile a lot and want to rest a great deal.  This 
seemed odd at first, since they were both strong, fit, healthy people, but 
Karen finally figured it out, and from then on, made her own arrangements
to stay with friends for the first two or three days her mom and dad were 
both at home.  

One weekend, when Karen was in her final year at high school, her dad was 
expected home, so Karen made her usual arrangements to stay over with a 
friend for a couple of days.  Just before she left for her friend's house, 
her mom got an urgent call from her office.  The store's rep at an important
fashion showing had taken ill, and her mom would have to fly out to replace 
him, immediately.  A taxi was now on its way to take her to the airport.
PANIC CITY!  Karen's mom packed in a rush to make the plane, then realized 
her husband would come home to an empty house, so Karen's visit was called
off. She would wait for her dad, and tell him what had happened - that her 
mom would not be back for a week.  Karen agreed, and her mom left in the cab.

Alone in the house, waiting for her dad who wasn't due home until late that 
night, Karen began to consider her situation.  She was a virile, healthy,
teen-ager, with a muscular, well-developed physique, and she was sure that 
she was really a lot stronger than her mother, in spite of her mother's
top physical condition.  She was also just about the same size as her mother.
And she was also a virgin!  In none of her school activities had she met a 
man or boy she had wanted to sleep with, and with her muscles, no meant NO!
But she was just as sensual as any other fifteen-year-old, and she'd had her 
share of wet dreams, and right now she was feeling exceptionally horny.  And 
that night, she would be alone in the house with a handsome, strong, muscular 
man that she knew would be as horny as she, and just bursting for the piece of  
ass that he knew was eagerly waiting for him.  What was a girl to do???

That night, Karen's father finally made it home.  He leapt from the taxi,
impatiently telling the cabbie to keep the change, and dashed for the house.
What had his sexy, strong, athletic wife in store for him tonight?  He knew
she would be as turned on as he was, and their love-making, always on their
first night together, would be passionate and violent, and a super-sexual
contest to measure their strength and fitness and to see who was to boss 
who for the rest of the weekend.  Winner take all!  The loser would be a
meek and humble slave, existing only to serve and cater to every whim and
fancy of the one of them that could screw the other into submission, that
could exhaust the other's sexual endurance, that could make the loser cry 
for mercy, and that could carry the loser, in his or her arms, into the 
cleansing shower.  This pact was written in blood-like red ink, signed by 
both of them, and kept in the bedside table drawer, where Karen found it. 

Karen now had a plan!

Karen's father entered the house, and snapped a light switch.  Nothing hap-
pened.  The house was in pitch darkness, and would stay that way.  The main 
switch was opened and, just to make sure, the fuses were removed, and the 
emergency flashlights and matches were hidden, as he quickly found out.
He laughed.  "So that's her game.  Well, two can play at that", and he 
stripped off all his clothes, and balls-naked, he stole up the stairs, and 
silently tip-toed into the bedroom.  "She must be asleep now," he guessed,
and carefully approached the bed.  Running his fingers gently over the 
covers to make sure the bed was occupied, he flung back the covers and
pounced on the squirming form exposed.  He wrapped his arms around the 
warm flesh, and started to squeeze his legs around the thighs that were 
underneath him, when the body twitched and jerked and he flew off the bed 
and landed on his back on a soft rug, now underneath the woman he supposed 
was his wife. His arms, somehow, were held behind his back and his legs 
were bent up and held rigid between two soft breasts and two rock-hard arms 
that went around his back and held his wrists in a grip of steel.  He was 
completely helpless.  "God!" he thought,"I didn't know she was this strong.   
And I know I haven't been missing my workouts."  But he didn't have time to 
consider.  Strong thighs enclosed his head, and squeezed until he opened his 
mouth to scream.  Before a sound could escape his lips, warm, soft lips 
that were covered in a soft down descended on his, and silenced him.  He
felt the softness and knew the smell and couldn't stop his tongue from 
reaching out and licking the inner lips of his captor's vaginal walls.  His
tongue reached out and pulled back and went out and went in as though it 
had a mind of its own until, suddenly, when it was extended to the limit, 
it was seized by a soft, firm clamp that held it, then pulled it, and 
squeezed it and pulled it some more until his mouth gaped wide open and his 
tongue quivered with helpless pleasure.  The pleasure extended to other parts 
of his body, he soon realized, as his cock rose and swelled, and leapt to an 
enormous erection that he had no control over at all.  It ached with strain,
and there was not a thing he could do to make the pain go down!   But the 
woman holding him down knew exactly what to do.  Her tongue licked the 
swollen, sesitive glans, and as it trembled in agony, her tongue slid up and
down the soft underside of his penis.  Pre-cum streamed from the tip of his 
rigid cock and spread over his balls and his stomach.  She licked his balls,
and the agony held him as stiff as a poker from head to toe.  His arms, held 
behind him in her strong hands, were released, but they just flopped at his 
sides.  He no longer had the strength to lift them around the narrow waist 
and muscled hips his 'wife' was tensing over his face.  Released from their
need to hold his arms,  her hands slid gently over the cheeks of his ass, and
separated them softly to reveal the tight sphincter of his anus.  One of her 
hands wiped up the slippery cream from his belly and one of her fingers slid
into the tight, twitching ring of his ass.  It slid in and out till the ring
relaxed and softened, then lost control altogether and collapsed into soft 
hairy lips.  His 'wife' relaxed, too, and returned her attention to his 
turgid, swollen erection, and closed her lips over the sensitive end, then 
slid his penis into her mouth as far as it could go.  It wasn't very far.
Karen was strong, with rock-hard muscles and a wild imagination, but cock-
sucking needs practice to be really effective.  It was, however, far enough
to completely subdue her dad.  He screamed - it was a muffled groan, really,
since his mouth was still enclosed in Karen's cunt - and literally exploded.
His cum overflowed Karen's mouth, and poured over his belly and chest, and
ran down his sides to the rug.  His cock pulsed and throbbed, and rippled 
with the force of his orgasm, then just laid down and died.  It collapsed 
completely, and so did he.  Karen released her hold on him and he lay out
flat on the floor.  "God! What did you do to me?  I'm screwed out and ex-
hausted.  I just can't move a muscle - if I still have a muscle.  You've
never done this to me before.  My sexy, strong, muscular wife!  You're the 
most beautiful woman on earth!  Wow!"

Karen grinned.  He still hadn't realized the 'sexy, strong, muscular wife'
that had just screwed the life out of him was NOT his wife.  It was his
'sexy, strong, muscular' fifteen-year-old daughter. And she was still a 
virgin!  There was no way she was through with him yet.  Without saying a 
word, Karen gently rolled her dad over onto his stomach.  Straddling his  
back, she raised his ass till he was on his knees, then she smothered her 
hands in the cum on his belly, and ran her hands over the smooth cheeks of
his ass.  He groaned, but didn't resist, as Karen once more slid a finger 
gently into his anal ring.  It was easier this time, and Karen slid two 
fingers in, then three.  It was beginning to get tight, and Karen knew her 
dad needed more relaxing.  With her free hand, she softly ran her fingers 
over his still completely relaxed penis, and then tightened them around the 
dormant shaft.  She slid her hand up and down the shaft, and it suddenly  
leaped back into life.  As she stroked it, it began to get big and then it 
began to get hard, and then it began to throb.  At that point, Karen stopped
stroking and just let it lie there in her hand, while she turned once more 
to her dad's rear end.  Karen moved to a position beside him where she
could stroke his cock with one hand and fondle his anus with the other.  
It was very comfortable for her, but her dad was beginning to sweat.  In 
fact sweat was pouring off his back and his arms and his legs, and down   
the crack of his ass where Karen was now sliding four fingers into his 
asshole.  It was easier now, with an erection to distract him, and now 
Karen's thumb followed her other fingers, and Karen had her whole hand up 
her father's ass.  It was tight!  But she pressed even more, and his anal 
ring now closed tightly around her wrist.  She wriggled her fingers and
her dad screamed with pain - and with pleasure!  Sweat poured from his body,
his cock jerked in orgasm, and his fists pounded on the floor in agony.  He
screamed again , then collapsed in a dead faint.  He was out like a light.

Slowly, Karen extricated herself from the total anal immersion she had 
achieved, and rolled her unconscious father onto his back.  He was now 
moaning, and showing signs of returning to life.  His muscular chest and
abs were heaving, and his bulging biceps and quads were flexing and writhing
as he began once more to get sexually aroused.  His penis rose to attention
and stood straight up like a mast on a sunken ship.  Karen didn't know why.
She was standing by his side, wondering how she was going to screw him again,
this time with that massive cock inside her virginal cunt, so that her cherry
would be completely and utterly broken - and by her own handsome, muscular,
beautiful dad!  But she wanted him to know what she was doing, and who it was
that was doing it.  She wanted to take him all the way, and she wanted him to 
know he was being screwed by his own 'sexy, strong, muscular' fifteen-year-
old daughter!  There would be no excuses, no stammering statements of "I 
didn't know".  He was going to know what was being done, who was doing it, 
and that there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it!

To start with, the sky outside was getting light, and the total darkness was 
no more.  Karen quickly knelt beside her dad, ran her hands over his strong
body and stroked his hairy balls.  Her hands ran up his rigid penis, and then
she leaned over him and kissed him full on the lips.  She spread his lips with 
her tongue and teeth and sucked his yielding tongue into her mouth where she 
licked it with her own, and then she slid her hard, muscular body over his,   
and wrapped her strong, gymnast- and track-trained arms around his so that he
was again helpless, but now, in the growing light, he could see the woman he 
thought was his wife - was NOT!  "Christ!  Karen!  Is that you?  Karen!  Let 
me up!  What the hell are you doing?  Don't you know how wrong this is?  What
are you doing to me?  What have you done to me?  I'm sore all over.  My ass
feels like it's ripped apart, and I'm still, for Christ sake, as horny as a
rampant bull!  Please let me go."

Karen laughed.  "No way, Jos#!  You'll go when I say you can go." and Karen
grinned again, "and you'll come when I say 'Come', and that won't be for a 
while."   Karen's naked body wriggled over his, and her breasts rubbed 
against his nipples, and her pubic mound slid over his erect and pulsing 
penis, and she closed her muscular rock-hard thighs around her father's cock
and flexed and squeezed as he moaned.   "Please don't do this, Karen.  Stop!
Stop.  Sto-o-o-p. Ogod, don't. Ohh-h. Kare-e-en. Ogod, Karen, I'm coming! 
O-O-h-h-h." and her father collapsed once more.  "Damn," said Karen,"I didn't  
mean to do that.  I didn't realize how horny you were.  Oh, well, we'll do it 
again, Daddy, and this time I'll be more gentle with you."  Her father just
groaned, and lay limp on his back.  "Enough of this," thought Karen, "He's 
all played out.  We'll get some sleep and then make love later.  But first -
a shower."  Karen, at 5'6", weighed about 120 lbs, but it was solid, rock- 
hard, superbly-conditioned muscle.  Her dad weighed about 160, and was as
limp as a wet dishrag.  So Karen bent over and scooped her dad up like a 
baby in her powerful arms, and carried him into the shower.  She soaped 
him, rinsed him off, and dried him, then carried him back to his bed and 
tucked him in.  He'd be dead to the world for hours.

Karen, too, showered and went to bed, but not in her own bed.  No, she 
surely didn't!  First, she went through her mom's nightwear and selected the
sheerest, sexiest nightgown her mother owned. Then she picked out the most 
alluring scent and applied just a trace on her wrists, ears, toes, and 
just to make sure her dad wouldn't miss it, between her breasts and between
her labial lips.  Finally, she lay down in her mother's place in their big 
bed. She didn't worry at all about her dad not waking her up!

Hours later, her dad stirred.  The sunlight was pouring through the sheer 
curtains on the windows, and Karen wakened and softly ran her hands over 
her dad's naked body.  He moaned and flexed and reached out to the woman 
in bed beside him and ran his hands through the siky fabric that covered 
her hard-muscled abs and rock-hard thighs and over her bulging and rippling 
biceps and the striations running down her forearms.  He rolled over  onto 
his side and sniffed the air.  The old familiar scent aroused the old familiar
feelings all through his body and his penis swelled and lengthened and got as
rigid as a steel bar.  And then he opened his eyes!  "Karen!  It IS you!
I thought last night was a dream."  and he started to move away.    

"No, Dad.  That hard-on isn't going away by itself.  And you wouldn't want it 
to.  And I wouldn't want it to.  I raised it, and I'll put it down, but I 
think you will enjoy it, knowing you're breaking the cherry of the young 
daughter you love so much.  Anyway, I'm not going to give you a choice."   
And Karen gently pushed her now unresisting father onto his back and slid her 
silken-clad body over his.  With the soft silk sliding over his naked body, 
and the erotic scent in his nostrils, his rigid swollen cock started to pulse  
and hurt with a pain that went from his toes to the top of his head.  His arms, 
reluctantly but helplessly, went around his daughter's wide, muscled back and
his hands slid down to enclose her rock-hard glutes.  Karen's hand guided
her dad's penis smoothly past the slippery labial lips into her cream-
soaked vagina until it pressed hard against the yet-unbroken hymenal wall,
held in rigid place by the muscular, tight, hot walls of her cunt, eagerly 
and throbbingly awaiting Karen's next move.  Karen's mouth slid over her 
dad's and her tongue pressed his lips apart and she sucked his unresisting 
tongue into her own mouth and held it, gently but firmly, between her teeth.
He was now completely captured by his daughter, and his helplessness in her
muscular arms aroused him erotically like a nubile slave, and he groaned as
his cock finally yielded to the pressure of his little girl's cherry, and
went sliding on past in an explosion of blood, sweat, and thick slippery cum.

Karen relaxed.  The deed was done!  She was a virgin no longer!  And her 
cherry had been broken by the big, strong cock of the man she loved the most
in the whole world.  He lay there limply, grinning happily in the knowledge 
that his daughter was the wildest lover he had ever had, and that, for a week
he would be her slave, eager and compelled to grant her every wish, and to do
whatever she ordered him to, as stated in the paper she waved in his face.
"Until Mom gets home, Dad, you'll just be my servant and slave and, maybe,
just maybe, my sometime lover.  But you'll have to be very good indeed for 
that to happen!"

And her father was very, very good indeed.
  
Until Karen graduated from her high school, she and her father and her 
mother were a close and loving family, but from that week on, she and 
her dad were never alone together.  Her mom, though, was amazed at just how
sexy and loving her husband had become - and she loved it!


When Karen entered college, she undertook a very demanding schedule, majoring
in Business Admin, with her minor in Health and Nutrition.  As a result she 
was not able to continue with sports or, in fact, any form of exercise, and 
gradually lost a good deal of her superb physical fitness.  Karen did not 
entirely give up her social activities, however and she met and went out with
many of the men in her classes during the five years before she graduated
with honors, and left school to enter the world of business.

It was one of those men who, in her first year at university, fell in love 
with Karen, and made her pregnant.  He was three years ahead of her in
university and was an all-round jock.  While he begged her to marry him so
that they could share the burden of looking after the beautiful little
daughter they had, Karen adamantly refused, insisting she could take care of
the baby and still do well in her studies but that, if they were married, so
many other activities would intervene (she didn't specify which) that both of
them would probably fail in their classwork - and she was right!  However,the 
effort put out by Karen during these five years made it even more difficult 
for her to stay in any kind of physical shape.

After graduation, at twenty-one, Karen went to work for a medium-sized 
transport company owned by Ron, a twenty-nine year old workaholic whose dad 
had left him the company in excellent shape.  However, in spite of Ron's
hard work, the company was just not making the sort of profit he knew it
should.  In view of Karen's excellent scholastic record, he hired her
to handle the office work, the accounting, the transport job assignments,
the personnel management, and all the other chores that had to be done
to keep the company operating effectively, while he rode the trucks to 
ensure the field work was being done properly, a necessary operation that
had not been done since the death of his father a few years before.

It did not take Karen long to identify some of the problem areas, and a
fairly large group of drivers who were taking advantage of the lack of field 
supervision.  She passed this info on to Ron, with enough back-up detail for 
Ron to fire the whole group.  This action, and some changes Karen made to 
the office and accounting procedures, restored the company to its former
profitable condition.  Ron was delighted, especially since having a capable
and trustworthy office manager allowed him to continue his work in the 
field, the part of the job he liked most and was really good at.

While Karen was happy with her new responsibilities, the job soon settled 
into a routine that did not present the kind of challenge that kept her
happy in her work.  As well, Karen had been able to identify and hire 
and train excellent assistants, who carried the office load with almost 
no supervision from her.  In the meantime, Donna, her five year old child, 
was now entering school and, with the coaching Karen had been giving her,  
she was going into first year, instead of kindergarten, and would be at 
school the whole day.  This left Karen just a little bored with her life
in general.  At twenty-one, this was not a good thing!   Ron, when Karen 
told him of her problem, was appalled.  He knew a good thing when he saw 
it and, in no way, did he want to lose what he considered his gold mine.
Apart from that, Karen was an attractive and vivacious girl, and he had 
grown to like her very much.  
   
"Whoa, Karen," he said to her, "Why don't you take a break from the office,
and come out on the trucks with me?"

"Sure. That might be fun. I've never been on an eighteen-wheeler and it
would be good to know what the backbone of this job is all about."

"Good.  But there's a problem.  While I'm not planning on it, accidents
do happen, and it might be necessary for us to be out overnight.  In that 
case, what about Donna?"

"No problem." said Karen, "I'll arrange for her to stay after school with
a friend and, if anything does happen, she'll be able to stay the night 
with her."

So Ron arranged for a day-trip the next day on one of his huge eighteen-
wheel rigs, and Karen went along for the ride.  Karen was amazed at the 
amount of room and the comfort and coziness in the cab, and at the sense 
of power in surveying all of the countryside from so high up.  She was 
really turned on by the power of it all!  
           
"Ron!  I've just got to drive one of these monsters!  To have all this 
power at the flick of your finger is tremendous!  And it doesn't make 
any difference to the machine that the driver is a woman.  It still obeys 
the driver's every command!"

"Remember, Karen," laughed Ron, "this isn't a dinky little sports car you're 
talking about.  It takes practice and skill and judgement and, in spite 
of all the hydraulics, it takes strength - a lot of strength!"

"But, Ron, I've seen women drivers on some of these rigs, and they looked 
just as capable as the men."

"Sure, but they've been driving a long time and they've developed the 
muscles over a long time.  None of them are teen-age kids just out of 
college.  You can learn everything else, and I'm a good teacher, but 
the muscles are something you have to get on your own, and you just don't 
have them."

"Hey!  I used to be pretty strong in high school.  Maybe I still am."

"Karen, high school was six years ago, and you've had a child since then
and I doubt if you've lifted anything heavier than a frying pan since 
you've been out of school.  Muscles don't last forever, and you've got
a beautiful body, but those curves are mostly fat."

"Hmmm."  Karen thought for a while.

"Ron?  Do you really think I have a beautiful body?"

"Boy!  Do I!  When you came into my office for the first time, I nearly 
flipped.  I was going to hire you even if you couldn't spell 'cat'.  When
it turned out you were the smartest woman I've ever met, that was just 
the icing on the cake.  And not just a fantastic body!  You're the most 
beautiful girl I've ever met!  So there!  Now you know!  We'd better be 
getting back now before I try to talk you into that back room."

Karen laughed.  So that was it.  So muscles were the key.  Well, she'd had 
them before and she could get them again.  To-night she'd take stock and
see what she had to do to regain her old form.

That night, after Donna was tucked into bed and sympathized with for not 
being able to spend the night with her friend, Karen stood naked in front
of her full-length mirror.  "Gad!", she thought," Ron was right."  Looking
at her image impartially, she saw a good-looking, tall, curvaceous, broad-
shouldered, small-hipped woman with gorgeous legs, strong-looking feet and,
in spite of what Ron had said, muscular arms and, when she swirled to look 
over her shoulder, a well-developed back.  "So there's a lot of fat there
and I need more than a diet to get rid of it."  Her studies in Nutrition 
told her that.  She would need exercise - and a lot of it!

Taking a couple of days off work, when Donna was at school, Karen visited
several gyms.  One she liked particularly, in a near-by town, was large,
airy, had lots of free weights, an enthusiastic clientele of both sexes, 
and - a big plus in Karen's mind - a female trainer who had won several pro 
body-building contests at a national level - the wall in the women's locker 
room was covered with photographs to prove it.  Karen joined.

Karen took an extended leave of absence from work, telling Ron she had to 
complete a course at university, and would need about a year off.  Ron had  
really meant what he said to Karen in the big rig, and the idea of not seeing
her for a year was pretty disappointing.

At first, Karen spent most of her time at the gym doing aerobics and light
weights just to get into some sort of shape after the years of letting
herself go.  Since she had the whole day while Donna was at school, Karen
was able to spend almost seven hours in the exercise room, even more than
her trainer, and with her athletic background and eagerness to "develop
muscles", she soon began to show the results of her efforts.  It was not 
long before Karen graduated to heavier weights, and her trainer started
looking at her seriously as a competitor in some of the local body-building
contests.  Karen was pleased, both at her trainer, Fran's, comments and
at her very obvious progress.  She realized that not only was she getting 
back into her previous superb shape, but that she was getting much stronger 
as well.  When Fran wanted to enter her into a local contest "just for the
experience", Karen laughed, and said, "That's not what I want to do.  At 
least, not yet.  What I want to do first is to get strong - VERY strong."

When Karen started at the gym, Fran had taped her thoroughly.  Her stats
then read:

 MEASUREMENTS                    LIFTS

 Height  -       5'8"            Curls (1/2 b/w)         5
 Weight  -      130 Lbs.         Chins                   3
 Chest   -       36"             Dips                    4
 Waist   -       28"             Bench Press (b/w)       3                   
 Hips    -       36"             Squats (Dbl b/w)        4
 Thighs  -       20"             Jerks (1/2 b/w)         4
 Calves  -       13"             Toe Raises              20
 Biceps  -       12"             Leg Exts (1/2 b/w)      4
 Forearms-        8"             Push-ups                20
 Neck    -       12"

After about four months, Karen was aware that her stats had changed signifi-
cantly, but it was not her stats that she wanted most to work on.  It was 
her strength - and that had changed considerably too.  In addition, no doubt 
as a result of the aerobics, she felt much more flexible and fit.  In short, 
she was feeling good about herself.

About this time, Karen realized that spending so much time continually in the
gym was not the best idea.  Her muscles needed time to rest and to grow. 
she also needed some day time to herself, to shop and to visit friends.  But
Karen didn't want to slow down the pace of her development.  The answer
seemed to be a gym at home, and it was.  In the high, dry basement of her
house, Karen laid out a weight room, equipping it with free weights, a good
weight machine, exercise benches, mats, wall ladders, hanging rings, parallel
bars, step trainers, etc.  In an adjacent area, she installed a large shower
room, and a cozy locker room - not so much a locker room as a room for drying
off in comfort with coffee, lounges, and soft carpets.  But the most 
important thing was the weights.  Karen was happy.  She now had a responsible
job, a beautiful, clever, five-year-old daughter, and the facilities and the
program to make that supercilious jock at work eat his words about who was 
fat, and who was strong enough to handle one of those magnificent, powerful,
rulers of the road.  She would show him!

Karen could now set a new, more aggressive schedule for herself, extending 
over a much longer day and running through the weekends.  She got out of bed 
at 5:30, worked for 1 hour on the step machine, then trained the bodyparts of
the day for an hour, showered, and got Donna up, breakfasted, and off to 
school.  By 9:00, Karen was in the gym where she trained heavy, under Fran's
aggressive direction, until noon.  Fran didn't know about Karen's home gym,
and since Karen had cut down on her gym time, Fran wanted to make darn sure
she got just as much body training as before.  After lunch, Karen was on her
own till 4:00, then back to the gym for an hour and a half of light work and
aerobics.  She then picked up Donna at Daycare, fed her, played with her and
read to her until bedtime at 8:00. Back to her home gym for heavy work
with the weights until 10:00, then a quick shower (her fourth of the day),
an hour on cosmetics and skin care, then off to bed.  Eight and a half hours 
a day!  Five days a week!  No wonder Fran found it difficult to believe the 
progress, both in strength and in physical appearance, that Karen was making. 

And weekends were no rest cure, but the emphasis then was on Donna.  The 
schedule was the same until Donna's schooltime.  Then Karen worked in the
gym until 11:00, but doing things that Donna could join in with.  For ins-
tance, if Karen was working with heavy weights, Donna would go through the 
same drill with little weights Karen had bought for her. If Karen was doing 
dips or bends or push-ups, Donna would follow through the same routine.  A
shower for both of them, lunch, then whatever Donna wanted to do in the
afternoon until 4:30.  This could be a movie, a visit to a museum, a day at
the beach or amusement park. Another hour in the gym, again with Donna's full
participation, then back to the weekday routine until bedtime.

In addition to the exercise Donna was getting on the weekends at home, she
also enrolled in the school's gymnastic program, which was a very good one
that carried from the earliest grades to graduation, and had produced
state champions at their age level.  Donna was a natural, and got more
interest and coaching than most of the others, even at her tender years.

After about eight months into her leave of absence, Karen had Fran tape 
her again, just as she did at the start.  Fran just couldn't believe the
difference in Karen's physique.  Fran was proud of her own physique - with 
good reason - but Karen, after only eight months of training under Fran's 
guidance, while not yet matching Fran's professional musculature, would be 
a close second in any contest they both entered.  Fran was amazed!  She 
called over the others on the gym staff, and asked Karen to demonstrate
the size, hardness, and definition of her total muscular structure.  The 
gym staff, all of them, were astounded, especially in view of Karen's
relatively short time in training.  The gym manager pleaded with Karen to 
enter some - not just one! - body-building contests, and the gym would pay
all her expenses.  The advertising would be fantastic.

Karen's stats were now:

 MEASUREMENTS                    LIFTS

 Height  -       5'8"            Curls (1/2 b/w)         45
 Weight  -      140 Lbs.         Chins                   20
 Chest   -       40"             Dips                    30
 Waist   -       24"             Bench Press (b/w)       12                  
 Hips    -       32"             Squats (Dbl b/w)        30
 Thighs  -       24"             Jerks (1/2 b/w)         15
 Calves  -       14"             Toe Raises              50
 Biceps  -       14"             Leg Exts (1/2 b/w)      20
 Forearms-        9"             Push-ups                40
 Neck    -       13"


Karen was pleased at the attention, and gratified that her efforts and
her whole-hearted devotion to her goals had paid off so handsomely.  But
she still refused to go up onto a body-building stage, even a local one,
for several reasons.  First, her demonstration of her physique had shown 
her that she needed a great deal more practice and guidance in posing and
presentation. She knew she could, and would, get that from Fran, a master
of the art.  But second, she wanted to surprise Ron, and if she appeared 
on a stage, with the resulting publicity, he would be sure to hear of it 
and the surprise would be ruined.  Furthermore, since her progress had 
surpassed her wildest dreams, she now wanted to develop her strength and 
her physique even further, to the ultimate possible in her year off work,
(off WORK!!!) and to really rub Ron's nose in the dirt when she went back.
Tell her she's fat, would he!  Say she doesn't have any muscles, would he!
Boy, she'd like nothing so much as to be able to defeat him in a contest of 
strength when she returned to her job --- her OFFICE job! --- to prove a 
girl could have the strength and ability to run and drive and manoeuver one 
of those beautiful, powerful monsters of the road.

So Karen declined the offer gracefully, citing, of course, only one of her 
reasons, and extracting from Fran a promise to develop her posing routines
and her showmanship as well and as effectively as she had developed her 
physique. Fran glowed with pleasure at the credit and the opportunity,
especially when Karen promised that she would go into a contest some time 
in the not-too-distant future.

For the last four months of Karen's leave, her schedule changed a bit.  Her 
afternoon session now included a solid hour of posing, developing stage
presence, and instructions on grooming and clothing - if the minuscule
bits of cloth exposing the maximum amount of Karen's muscular body could 
be called clothing!  Fran impressed on Karen the impact that a smile, a
striking hair-do, or a posing suit contrasting effectively with a tanned
creamy skin would have on the judges, as well as on the audience.  And the 
response of the audience would have more effect on subsequent publicity
contracts than the decision of the judges.  While Karen was not, at the 
moment, too interested in a publicity contract, she was well aware that
the effect on a certain audience of one could be equally devastating -
and she intended to be as devastating to that audience as she possibly 
could be.

While Karen's schedule had changed a bit, the intensity of her routine
did not.  And, as a result of the workouts that Donna was getting, she was
turning into a carbon copy of Karen, and Karen, recognizing this, was well 
pleased.

When Karen's leave was just about up, she came into the gym for a final
taping.  This was pretty well for the record only, as Karen's progress
in muscular development, strength, and presentation continued to astound 
the staff and management of the gym.   In addition, Karen's confidence in 
herself and in her abilities had grown along with her muscular growth, and
she looked and felt on top of the world.  She was ready to go back to work!

Karen's stats now were:

 MEASUREMENTS                    LIFTS

 Height  -       5'8"            Curls (1/2 b/w)         80
 Weight  -      150 Lbs.         Chins                   25
 Chest   -       42"             Dips                    40
 Waist   -       24"             Bench Press (1 1/2 b/w) 20                  
 Hips    -       30"             Squats (Dbl b/w)        45
 Thighs  -       26"             Jerks (b/w)             30
 Calves  -       16"           * Toe Raises              50
 Biceps  -       16"             Leg Exts (b/w)          40
 Forearms-       12"           **Push-ups                40
 Neck    -       14"
 Wrists  -        8"
 Ankles  -        8"
     * Plus added full b/w
           **Plus added 1/2 b/w




CHAPTER 2       Back to the Job
-----------

Karen walked into the office on Monday morning and was greeted wildly by
all of her staff.  She had called in the previous week and had learned
that Ron now spent Mondays and Thursdays and Fridays in the office, 
clearing up the paper work, making job assignments for the following
week, and doing follow-ups on his marketing endeavors.  He had found 
this latter job to be most productive and profitable, and he was beginning
to enjoy it very much.  Since the changes Karen had instituted before she 
left, and the staff she had trained, had taken the worry-work out of the
operation, Ron found his field supervision much less necessary, and since
the office almost ran without him, he had become interested in the sales
and marketing aspect of the business, and found he was very good at it. 
As a result, the company was making money hand over fist.  It was expanding
as fast as it could, but Ron, recalling his earlier experience with drivers
that were not reliable and not capable, was having trouble getting the kind 
of drivers he wanted.  Getting equipment was no problem at all.  He could 
overcome his shortage of drivers to some extent by using bigger, more power-
ful rigs, but it still was not enough.  He had the biggest, most powerful
rigs on the road, but he was still not able to keep up with the demand.
He needed more drivers!

When Karen walked into the office, she was wildly greeted.  Everyone on
the staff owed their jobs to her, so they were ecstatic to see her come
back. Ron was out that morning at the garage, interviewing prospective 
drivers, so he was not there to greet Karen personally, but he'd had a 
tremendous bouquet of flowers placed in her office, and had told the staff
that their work could wait until Karen had been properly welcomed and 
settled down. He would be back in the middle of the afternoon.

As the clamor and excitement surrounding Karen's arrival began to die down, 
another tremor began to run through the assembled girls.  

"Karen," one asked, " what have you been doing to yourself?  You look
completely different to when you left here just a year ago.  You carry 
yourself differently.  Your figure is, I don't know, bigger and tighter 
and more solid-looking."

"Yeah," another chimed in, "You look stronger and more confident and
harder."

Karen grinned.  She had purposely worn a loose-fitting, long-sleeved,
high-necked blouse and baggy slacks along with low-heeled shoes over
--- well, that remained to be seen!  She had hoped to remain the fat,
lack-muscled, eager little girl Ron would remember from that long-ago 
drive in that monstrous, powerful rig.  Pretty and intelligent - yes, 
but strong enough to wheel that monster down the road?  Not likely!  
But it hadn't been possible to fool the girls for very long.  However, 
Ron wasn't here now, and maybe he would not be quite as observant as 
the girls were.  Maybe all was not yet lost, with the collusion of the 
girls in the office, all of whom liked Karen.  They liked Ron, too, but 
they also liked a joke, and they would be delighted to see the wool pulled 
over his eyes with a harmless prank, so long as it didn't hurt Ron or 
the company - at least, not seriously.

So Karen replied, "Listen!  Before I left, Ron made a crack about me not 
being strong enough to handle one of the rigs.  It was probably true,
but I resented his implication that only a man could come out of school
and learn to handle one of those beasts.  I had been strong before and I 
felt I could become strong enough again to make him eat his words.  So
I took a leave of absence to join a gym and see if I could develop some
muscle.

"I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.  In the year I was away, I went 
from a fat, curvy sexpot to a magnificently muscled, powerful, prize-winning
body-builder.  If you promise not to give my act away to Ron, I'll show
you what I mean.  I really want to rub Ron's nose in the dirt and make
him eat those words.  Maybe it'll install in him a little more respect
for us women."

The girls cheered!  It sounded like a great joke on Ron, and they really
wanted to see what Karen was boasting so happily about.  Some of them
doubted strongly that a change like Karen described could be made in as
short a time as a year.  Others thought it might be possible, but were 
not at all sure Karen had been able to do it.  After all, a bit of bragging
is a permissible part of body-building.  However, ALL of them wanted to see! 
So they trooped in a body into the employees' lounge/lunchroom.  This was a
well-lighted room with big tables and plenty of chairs.  Karen jumped onto 
one of the tables, and someone turned on a tape-player with some jazzy 
music on it.  When all eight or so of the girls were settled down on the 
surrounding chairs, Karen laughed, and started to move.

Fran was a professional body-builder, and she knew the tricks of stripping
and posing and flexing, and she had passed all of them on to Karen.  

Karen's hands went up behind her head and she wiggled her hips in time with
the music.  She flicked off, one at a time, her low-heeled shoes, revealing
that she wore no stockings.  More wriggling, more swivelling of her slim
flexible hips, and her baggy slacks dropped to the ground.  Karen laughed 
out loud again at the expressions on the faces of all of the girls.  They
sat mesmerized, amazed at the flickering, flexing muscles on Karen's thighs,
revealed by the scanty posing suit bottom she now exposed.  Turning slowly,
Karen's calves came into full view, and the diamond-shaped, fully flexed
muscles grabbed ooh's and ahh's from the pop-eyed crowd.  She bent her knees
and lowered her glutes, the massive rock-hard gluteal muscles on both sides
of the now concealed string on the rear of her almost non-existent suit,
and the striations on her hamstrings had the girls up on their feet, crowding
around the table.

Karen stood up straight again, in the center of the table.  She was now 
almost naked from her hips down, and the muscular development of her 
calves and thighs had the crowd drooling for more.  These were not, mind
you, dirty old men out for a night on the town and a cheap vicarious thrill.
These were bright, capable women, some married and some not, but all familiar
with the joys of sex, and most of them well acquainted with the muscular
legs of their husbands and lovers.  But all of them gaped with amazement at
the power-packed muscles on the legs gyrating in front of them.
Karen glowed.  While she had never before strutted on a stage, she'd had 
plenty of practice under the critical eye of Fran, and it was paying off
in spades. She'd never expected the response she was getting from these 
women, and she had barely begun.  Karen now started on her blouse.  
It had buttons down the front, and Karen started to unbutton them from 
the bottom.  Half-way up she stopped and flipped the tails up out of the 
way.  This exposed the flat muscular mounds on her midriff, and flexing 
these as she tensed her still-covered shoulders drew still more gasps 
from the crowd.

Karen released the rest of the buttons and threw off her blouse.  She threw 
it, unintentionally, into the audience, and now it was her turn to be 
totally amazed at the desperate grabbing for it that aroused the crowd.
Her blouse was ripped to shreds in a matter of seconds.  A momentary
pause, and Karen returned to her routine.  Her blouse gone, Karen was now 
wearing only the skimpiest of posing suits.  She flexed her arms with
fists clenched above her muscular shoulders, her massive biceps rose
and split, and as she turned her ripped back to the audience, the
striations on her triceps and shoulders emphasized the tremendous peak 
of her biceps.  The size of her forearms was overshadowed by the mass
of her shoulders and upper arms, until you became aware of the difference 
between her powerful-looking wrists and the sweep of her muscular forearms.
She twisted and that displayed the "V" from her narrow waist to the massive
contours of her upper back to the tremendous flare of her rippling lats.  Her
pecs, when she faced again to the front, were striated and separated, and
supported her solid breasts with no help from the minuscule cups of her
posing suit.  Without jewelry, with thighs striated and rippling with
rock-hard muscle, with her abs cut to the bone and covered with solid muscle,
with arms raised and biceps flexed, Karen was the embodiment of the Greek
gods of fame and story, as depicted in pictures and statues throughout the
ancient world.  The tape player stopped, its song ended, and Karen turned and
twisted and turned and flexed, and the crowd fell silent.

Karen jumped down from the table and the crowd went wild!  A tremendous roar 
went up from all and Karen was deluged with questions, with comments,
and, most of all, with congratulations on a magnificent job, magnificently
done, and magnificently displayed.

It was accepted that Ron would not only have to eat his words, but that, if 
he hesitated even a second, Karen could and should stuff them down his 
throat herself.

It was, for some reason, a subdued group that went back to work to clean
things up before going to lunch.  Whether they were totally amazed by what 
they had just seen, or whether they realized how difficult it would be for 
Karen to resume her previous duties in that office, (How can you be super-
vised by a Greek goddess?) was not certain.  Someone dug up a shirt belong-
ing to a husband or lover to replace the blouse Karen had lost, and somehow 
no-one was surprised that it fitted her perfectly.

Karen went into her office to wait for Ron.


CHAPTER 3    How to Become a Driver
----------

By the middle of the afternoon, Ron had completed his interviews of pros-
pective drivers and returned to the office.  He was looking forward tre-
mendously to seeing Karen again, but he was just a bit concerned.  His
interviews had not gone well.  The experienced drivers were not at all
the type he wanted, and the others were kids not long out of school, with 
no training at all.  He had hired four of them, but it was not nearly
enough to meet his ever-more-desperate needs.  In addition, the training
would occupy him full-time for a month.  That wasn't a problem.  The office
ran itself without help from him, and the marketing could be dropped for now
since he already had more work than he could handle.  But he was not at all 
certain how Karen would fit into all this.  Unless she was challenged, he 
knew, he would not keep her long - and he wanted to!  He had missed her
much more than he had expected to, and not because of her exceptional cap-
ability in running the office.  He realized he had fallen in love with her
and had just not recognized the symptoms in his admiration of her business 
acumen.  So he went in to greet Karen with mixed feelings.

Karen had no such mixed feelings.  When Ron walked in and came directly to 
her office, Karen leapt to her feet and came around the desk to meet him, 
her hand outstretched in welcome.  There was no way she was going to let
him put his arms around her to hug her and begin to wonder just what it was 
he was holding.  Not yet, anyway.  They both sat down and started to talk.
Ron asked how her course had been, and Karen told him it had been the most
satisfying period of her life.  He asked about Donna, of whom he had grown 
quite fond, and grinned when Karen told him she was a chip off the old block,
smart and strong and independent as Old Harry.  Karen asked Ron about the 
company, and listened sympathetically to his tale of woe about drivers.  
The fact that he was making so much money that investing it was becoming a 
problem did not escape her, but she didn't see it as a problem, either.
When Ron told her of the new, ultra-powerful rigs he had acquired, Karen
got quite excited and said she couldn't wait to see them, and to ride in
them, and to find out if they were as powerful as Ron said they were.  

Ron laughed and told her, "Sure, sometime soon.  Maybe tomorrow. Do you 
still have your fantasies about driving one?"

It was Karen's turn to laugh. "Yeah. I do, Ron.  And maybe we could talk 
about it over dinner to-night.  I haven't got a new place to stay yet, so 
I left Donna with friends for a couple of days while I hunt for a place.
I'm free for dinner, and I didn't have lunch, so I'm hungry."

"Well. 'nuff said. Let's go out for dinner now, and then we can go back to 
my place and discuss our plans for the future of the company."

"Great!  But I'm not dressed for anything fancy, so it'll just have to be
a quiet place.  Maybe a dimly-lit bar would do the trick, providing the 
food is good.  As I said, I'm hungry."

" I know just the place, so let's go.  But first I have to check things in
my office.  I'll be about fifteen minutes.  OK?"

"OK!"

Ron went to his office to clear his desk, and Karen went to the ladies' 
room to freshen up.  As she passed the girls in the office, she grinned
and raised her fist in the air, thumb up.  Ron, in his office, wondered
what the sudden burst of laughter was all about but then he forgot it.
It was a pretty happy staff.

Ron was as good as his word.  He took Karen to a small basement bar in 
a cul-de-sac, not far from the rather old but expensive neighborhood in 
which he had lived with his father for many years.  There was a piano 
being played quietly in the background, the waiters were attentive, the 
drinks - a single, very dry martini for each of them - were excellent, 
and the rib steaks they both ordered were thick and tender and succulent.
A small salad completed their dinner, and then they sat back and just 
smiled at each other as they sipped their steaming black coffee.  No
conversation was necessary - that could come later - and the soft rhythms
of the piano just washed over them gently.

"Well," said Ron at last, "That was good, but we do have a lot to talk 
about, and we'd better get started."

"Ron, that was just what the doctor ordered, satisfying but not filling.
Thanks for a lovely dinner."

The bill was paid, and they climbed into Ron's sports car for the short 
trip to Ron's house.  Karen was amazed at the size of the place, then 
realized Ron's dad had had it for many years, and had done a tremendous 
amount of entertaining in it as a means of building up his business.  Ron
no longer did this, as he lived alone and found it more convenient to en-
tertain elsewhere.  Not that he ever lacked for company in the house.  A 
wealthy, young, good-looking bachelor, there was never a shortage of desirable
female friends willing to spend a night, a week, or a lifetime in his 
comfortable bed.  However, while Ron was a normal, athletic individual with 
normal needs, once these were reasonably satisfied, he did not much care for 
a sex-driven life.

The two business partners (in the sense of being in the same business!) 
entered the house, and Ron escorted Karen to the lounge, a large, con-
temporary room furnished with wide sofas, comfortable armchairs, and lots 
of tables.  After their most satisfying dinner, neither of them wanted
anything to eat or drink, so they settled down on the easiest chairs to 
chat.

"Karen, did you see, in your short stay in the office, how well things were 
going?"

"Yes, Ron, that I did, and that brings up the point I wanted to talk to you 
about.  You carried on at some length about your difficulties in getting good
drivers.  It seems to me that that is the area of your business that needs 
the most attention.  It's the biggest problem you have in meeting your finan-
cial goals and it's not one you can easily overcome.  Every dependable driver
you have is money in your pocket.  It's also money in their pockets, because 
a good driver brings home a bundle - more than any one else in the company
beside yourself - and some weeks they make more than you do.  I know - I've
seen enough of their paychecks!

" You also asked if I still 'fantasize' about becoming one of those drivers.
Yes, Ron, I do that too.  You once told me that I could handle the training
and learn the skills necessary to handle one of those monster rigs - even
your big, new, oversize power-babies, but that a kid like me just didn't have
the muscles that were needed.  Well, maybe I didn't then, but I'm betting 
that I do now!"

"Whoa!  What do you mean?  How could you develop more muscle in a college 
course?  And you were only away a year!  No-one can develop the kind of 
muscles in that time that you have to have to handle those big babies for 
a whole day.  The new drivers I hired today were all big hard jocks at 
school and they've all had jobs in the construction industry that required a 
lot of muscle.  I also know half of them will not be able to stand the pace. 
For a month's training time, I will get maybe two drivers.  At that, it's 
worth it if either of the two has any brains.  Because that's essential, too,
if a driver wants to make money for himself and for the company.

"So dream on, Karen, but the driver's seat is not for you!"

Karen laughed.  "No?  I said I was betting on it.  That means that you put
up something and I put up something and we have a contest and whoever wins
the contest wins the bet.  I know what you have to put up!  A chance for me
to hire on as a driver and take the course you're just starting.  That's all,
just the chance.  If I wash out, that's the end of it.

"I also think I know what I have to put up.  I would be stupid if I were not 
aware that you would like to have my lily-white body in that bed of yours
upstairs.  No way, Buster!  Not unless you win the right to do that in a
fair contest.  You know I'm not a virgin - I have a six-year-old daughter
to prove it, but I have also been completely celibate since I left school,
and I have all the powerful hungers that any healthy girl my age should 
have.  And I'm healthy!  It might be an interesting session."

"So!  Well, the ante seems fair.  And you're quite right about my feelings 
toward you.  I guess I didn't conceal them very well.  But what about the 
contest.  That has to be fair, too.  And I know you have something in mind, 
but I don't know what it is.  So tell me."

"Ron, this whole deal concerns strength.  You don't think I'm strong enough
to drive a rig, and I think that I am.  However, we both know that you are. 
You drive them superbly!  So if I can prove that I am just as strong as you, 
I win the bet.  OK?"  

"Karen, are you out of your cotton-picking skull?  What kind of a trick wager
did you have in mind?  You know there isn't a hope in hell that you can come
up with a straight contest that you have a hope of winning - or even coming 
close.  You just don't stand a chance!"

"No?  Well I didn't figure on anything fancy.  Just a straight arm-wrestling 
contest, playing with normal rules.  To make sure it's not just luck, let's 
make it two out of three.  Or, if you prefer, three out of five.  We can
use that lamp table over there.  It looks sturdy enough."

"Karen, are you sure?  If this is just a ploy to get me into bed, we don't 
need it.  I'm ready now."

"Dream on, Buster!  Clear the table."

So Ron shrugged, "OK.  If that's what you want."  and cleared the table.   
He took off his jacket, and loosened his tie, not because he expected to 
have to exert himself in this contest, but so as not to appear too cavalier
about the whole thing.  The table was just the right size and height, if 
they kneeled down and clasped hands across it.  Karen made little pads out 
of some antimacassars and placed them where their elbows would rest.  They 
assumed the position for arm-wrestling, and Karen said, "Are you ready?" 

Ron said, "Yes." and Karen bunched her muscles and drove his arm right 
down flat onto the table.  "First pin!" she said.

"Wait a minute." gasped Ron,"I wasn't ready!"

"You said you were, and that's good enough for me. Are you ready for the 
second fall?"                                                          

Ron said he was and they assumed the position again, and Karen and Ron 
started to strain.  Ron was not having the easy time he expected.  Back
and forth their hands wavered.  They both started to sweat and Ron began
to look uncomfortable.  A massive effort on his part pushed Karen almost 
onto her back, but she recovered with a tremendous grunt, and began to
wear Ron down.  Bit by bit, she forced his hand lower and lower, until
he could no longer cope with the angle she pushed him into and finally 
his hand was again forced onto the table.  "Hah!" said Karen, "Two out 
of three! Did you say three out of five?"

"Yesss," gritted Ron, through clenched teeth.  The whole deal had taken a 
bad turn and he couldn't for the life of him see how this kid fresh out of
school, this GIRL who was shorter, smaller, and lighter than he was, could
possibly pin him twice in a row. There must have been some hideous mistake
in the grip he was using, or something - he didn't know what  - but it 
wouldn't happen a third time.

They re-assumed the position on the table.  Ron checked every aspect of his 
position, making sure his legs were well braced, putting the elbow pad in the
best location, and ensuring that his shirt could not bind on him anywhere.
Karen smiled.  She knew, from her other victories, that she could take Ron
again, and the confidence welling up in her made her just a bit cocky.  Then
they were ready.

Karen grinned at Ron. "OK, Ron. This time you say go whenever you want to.
Or don't say go. Just surprise me!" 

Ron growled. " OK. GO!", he snarled, wanting to make sure no claim of foul 
could be laid against him to cloud this anticipated win.  He slammed, with 
all his might, against Karen's seemingly relaxed hand.  But nothing happened!
Karen's arm stayed upright in the middle of the table!  He hesitated, then 
strove again and again to move that steel-like post that Karen, apparently 
effortlessly, maintained in front of his face.  "C'mon, Ron." she taunted, 
"you can do better than that.  You said I don't have a hope of winning."
But it was not quite as easy as Karen implied.  Both of them were perspiring
profusely.  The sweat was pouring down their foreheads, their backs, and
their chests, and both of their shirts were sodden.  

Karen waited. She wanted Ron to exhaust every fibre of his muscles before
she administered the coup-de-grace, as she knew she could - anytime.  Then
Karen felt the time was right.  Massing the power in her muscular shoulders,
she slowly and inexorably pressed Ron's quivering hand flat against the table.

"Well, Ron, did you want to make it four out of seven?" Karen gloated. (She 
felt she was at least entitled to that)

"Yes, I do.  I want to see just how in hell you were able to do that - to pin
me three times in a row.  I know it couldn't have happened a year ago.  But 
a deal's a deal, and next Monday morning you report to the garage as a
driver-in-training.

Karen leaped into the air in ecstasy, throwing her arms above her head, then
she wrapped them around Ron and twirled him around the floor, while he 
gasped and tried in vain to get his feet back onto the floor.

"Hey!  At last!  A driver of one of those magnificent monsters!"  (Karen gave
no thought at all to failing in the course.)  "But first, let's have that
last fall."

Ron peeled off his soaking shirt, revealing an athletic, well-muscled torso
that was hard and rippling from years of driving the big rigs, and was now 
glistening with sweat.  Karen watched him, staring at his trim physique, and
wondering how on earth she had been able to defeat that fit hunk.  "Golly,
Ron, you really do have a beautiful body.  I may want to make use of it 
sometime, when I'm feeling playful.  I don't think a woman should mind going 
to bed with an older man.  Do you?"   Ron blushed in embarrassment, recalling 
his comment a year ago.  "I'm not THAT old." He replied.

Then Karen said, "I'm going to have to take my shirt off too.  I can't stand
the wringing wet cloth against my skin or the stink of my perspiration. 
And anyway, you'll be better able to see just how I could beat you so 
easily."  Suiting action to words, Karen peeled off HER shirt, and exposed
the scanty posing suit top she had been wearing when she astounded the girls 
in the office.  That, too, was a sweat-soaked rag, so Karen quickly undid 
the ties that held it in place and tossed that snippet aside as well.  
She too was covered in sweat, and, after the extreme exertion 
of the arm-wrestling contests, her muscles were pumped to the max.  Ron's 
eyes just about popped out of his head!  "Karen!  What in God's Name have 
you done?  My God, You're bloody fantastic!  What a magnificent physique 
you've developed!  How could you possibly do that in just one year?"

Karen grinned again. "I'll tell you all about it later.  Right now, let's 
wrestle."  So they faced each other once more over the familiar table,
but this time, both  stripped to the waist, Ron was able to see, just
inches away from his bulging eyes, the striations and rippling and flexing
of the powerful, massive biceps and of the ripped triceps and delts, and the
swelling and rolling of her rock-hard forearms as they pushed and pulled and
exerted against Ron's almost puny, in comparison, arms and shoulders. Karen
did not long delay things this time, but when she felt Ron had seen enough of
her pumped-up musculature, she simply extended herself a little bit and 
once again Ron's arm was down on the table.

They leapt from the table, and it was obvious Ron was still in a state of 
shock, and Karen was giddy with the euphoria of finally, after a year of 
planning and concentrating and exercising, achieving her most cherished
goal. She was going to be a driver!



CHAPTER 4    Who's the Boss?
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Gleefully, Karen jumped up and down with excitement, she just couldn't con-
tain herself, and she wanted to burst out all over!  She flexed her muscles,
and pounded her chest, and gave out a horrendous yell.  She leaped onto 
a table, and did a backflip onto the floor, and grabbed Ron by the waist 
and hoisted him high above her head as though he were a child.  She tossed 
him into the air and caught him in her arms before he hit the floor, did
a handstand on a table and flipped to the floor and did backflips around 
the room.  She jumped to her feet, swept Ron up in her arms and leapt for 
the stairway.  "OK, You big lug!  You've been asking for it and now you are 
going to get it!  Where's your bedroom?"

Almost cowering in an effort to get away from this gargantuan dynamo, Ron
could only gasp, "The second door on the left."  Karen screamed, and bounded 
up the stairs.  Yes - BOUNDED! - two stairs at a time with her breathless,
helpless passenger draped over her naked shoulder.  She bounded into the room
and over to the bed, and lifted Ron high into the air and dropped him onto
the mattress.  Before he could regain his breath, Karen hoisted his legs,
tugged at his belt, and stripped off his pants.  His boxer shorts were no
obstacle at all.  Karen just grabbed them at the waist, jerked her wrist, and
they went flying across the room.  Ron was now completely naked except for
his socks, and Karen laughed out loud and said, "Keep THEM on.  I've always
wanted to screw a man with his socks on, and now's my chance.  Because you're
going to be really and truly screwed tonight."

Ron couldn't speak - he was breathless - but he didn't have to.  Karen 
kneeled over his head, and ripped a pillow case into strips.  She flung his
arms above his head and tied his wrists to the corner bed-posts.  She then
swung around and jumped on his stomach.  He gasped, and in a trice, his
ankles were bound to the bottom rails.  Ron was helpless!  Then Karen
stripped off her slacks, and the rest of her posing suit, and stood naked,
triumphant, in the brightly-lit room.

As Karen stood, she flexed her massive muscles and stared, admiringly, at 
herself in a large full-length mirror.  She peaked her split and bulging
biceps, she tensed her ripped muscle-mounded abs, and she flexed her 
striated and rock-solid thighs.  She turned, and like Betty Grable, stared
over her shoulder at the defined ropes of muscle contours spreading from her 
narrow swept-in waist to the outward flare of her fantastic lats and ripped
shoulders.  Her bulging rock-like hamstrings curved down, past slender knees,
to diamond-shaped split and powerful calves and on to her muscular ankles 
and sturdy feet.  Karen felt the swell of excitement that had gripped the
girls in the office and Ron down in the lounge.  She was amazed at what she 
had accomplished, physically and mentally, to reach her goal.

Now Karen glowed.  The tension, the muscular exertion, the excitement of win-
ning and becoming a driver, all combined to raise in her a massive sexual
arousal.  She was HOT!  There she was, naked and sweaty, with massive muscles
writhing, horny as all get-out, with a helpless - albeit willing! - partner 
stretched out in front of her, and she laughed!  Life just couldn't get any
better!

But it did!



(Continued)