Bachelor Party
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Pandora is an adult entertainer with a little something extra.


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"Hello, is this Pandora?" Nate asked with more than a little trepidation. He'd
never done anything like this before. Why had he offered to hire a stripper
for Trevor's bachelor party in the first place? Because he wanted to be
invited and he was afraid he wouldn't be otherwise.

"Who is this? Who gave you this number?" the sexy voice on the other end
asked. The voice wasn't exactly hostile, but it was urgent as well as
forceful.

"Uh... my name is Nate Patterson; you don't know me."

"Well, Nate Patterson, this is my private business phone that you called, and
I have a very strict policy of not doing business with just anyone. For one
thing, most people can't afford my services. So, if you don't convince me in
the next five seconds that I should be talking to you, I'm going to hang up."

"No! Please, don't do that, Miss Pandora," he pleaded.

"Go on," the liquid cool voice encouraged. Her voice was sooo alluring that
Nate could feel his cock begin to stiffen. If the rest of her was even half
this tempting, Nate knew that he'd called the right number.

"I got your number from a friend of mine named Dirk Sampson. He said that his
Uncle Mike spoke very highly of your... uh... talents."

"Ah! So you're friends with Mike Sampson?" Mike Sampson was one of the most
successful coaches in NFL history after a twenty year career as one of the
greatest quarterbacks to ever play the game. He also had a career on the side
as a very successful Hollywood movie star when he could work it into his
schedule.

"Uh, no, I've never actually met Mr. Sampson; I just know his nephew Dirk."
Nate didn't know it, but he'd already made a positive impression on
Pandora""first when he called her "Miss" and second when he was honest about
not knowing Mike Sampson.

"So, Nathan - it IS Nathan isn't it? - what would you like from me?" It was
clear that the ice had been broken, and Pandora was turning on the charm.
Nate's cock was rock hard just from the sound of her voice.

"Y-yes, it's Nathan," he confirmed even though everyone called him Nate except
his mother. Nate discovered that he liked being called Nathan - from HER at
least. See, a friend of mine is having a b-bachelor party, and I
v-v-volunteered to hire the... entertainment."

"Are you nervous, Nathan?"

"Y-y-yes, I... I've never done anything like this before," Nate explained.

Pandora decided to turn up the heat a little. "I would hope not, Nathan; I'd
hate to think that you'd two-time me with someone else."

"Oh! No, ma'am! I'd never do t-that!"

"'Ma'am?' Nathan, 'ma'am' is something you'd call your mother. You don't think
of me as motherly do you?"

"No, ma'a""I mean, Miss Pandora," Nate replied.

"I'm just being playful with you, Nathan," Pandora explained, "There's no need
for you to be nervous. When is this bachelor party?"

"Next Friday night," Nate replied.

"Oh goodness, Nathan, I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see my services
as an entertainer are in high demand. I'm booked for the next six months at
least."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Nate responded. "Of course, I should have known that
someone like you would be very busy. I was stupid to think I could book you on
such short notice. I'm very, very sorry to have wasted your time."

"It hasn't been a waste of time," Pandora explained, "I've enjoyed talking to
you, Nathan."

"That's very kind of you to say," Nate said. The tone of his voice told
Pandora two things. First, he didn't really believe that she had enjoyed
talking to him. He thought she was just being nice. Second, he was very, very
disappointed that he wasn't able to book her. What Nate didn't know was that
Pandora wasn't lying. She found his respectful and nervous manner endearing
and quite charming.

"Nathan, I'm sorry," Pandora said, "Hiring me for this party means a lot to
you, doesn't it?"

Nate wasn't sure why. There was something in Pandora's voice that made him
want to trust her. His head told him that it was insane for him to believe
her. It was her job to be seductive and to get men to believe that they had a
chance with her. And of all the adult entertainers in the world, Pandora had a
reputation for being the very best at what she did. However, his heart told
him to open up to her.

Nate explained to Pandora that the bachelor party in question was for his
friend Trevor. Then he had to explain that Trevor wasn't really his friend at
all. He'd known Trevor nearly all his life. Nate's parents and Trevor's
parents had been close friends since before either of them were born.

Trevor's parents ended up becoming incredibly wealthy in the tech industry
while Nate's parents were more modestly successful. Trevor's parents did not
let their mega wealth and success get in the way of their friendship with
Nate's parents. They remained down to Earth and humble despite their fabulous
wealth.

Unfortunately, Trevor didn't get that memo. He very much became an entitled,
snobbish douche-bag. The fact that he was handsome and naturally athletic only
made him more of an entitled, snobbish douche-bag. His basic point of view in
life was, "Life is a competition, and I'm winning." The fact that he did
virtually NOTHING to contribute to his own success meant nothing to him if it
ever occurred to him at all.

So, yes, while Nate and Trevor had known each other all of their lives, Trevor
regarded Nate as his inferior. He used and abused Nate and treated him like a
stooge. And to his discredit, Nate allowed himself to be treated this way.

Nate was a classic nerd who was shy and socially awkward. He was into comic
books, Star trek and fantasy novels. He didn't have any real friends. As
pathetic as it was, Trevor was as close as he came to having a friend. So Nate
spent his high school years doing Trevor's homework and being the butt of
Trevor's jokes.

Instead of breaking free or Trevor when they graduated, Nate went to the same
college as Trevor. Trevor made sure that Nate was allowed to join the same
fraternity as him because he knew from experience that Nate was useful to have
around. Someone had to run errands for him. Someone had to do his schoolwork
and be the object of his cruel ridicule.

And now they were out of college, and Trevor was all set to marry the hottest
babe that Nate had ever seen. When Nate was addressing the invitations for
Trevor's bachelor party, he noticed that there wasn't an invitation for him.
When he asked Trevor about it, he was told that he could only come if he
provided the entertainment.

It was then that Dirk Sampson""Trevor's legit best friend""spoke up and said
that Nate couldn't just hire just anyone. "I'd hate to see what kind of uggo
you'd hire." He insisted that Nate would have to hire someone named Pandora
that his Uncle Mike told him about. According to Uncle Mike, Pandora was the
most amazing woman in the world.

The entire story of Nate's relationship with Trevor came pouring out of him
like a burst dam. He told Pandora, a total stranger, things he'd never told
anyone. He told her about the years of abuse and shame. When he was finished
he said, "Anyway, I'm sorry I wasted so much of your time. Thanks for
listening to my sad and pathetic story."

"Wait," Pandora said, "Maybe we can work something out. Do you know where the
Red Lantern is?" The Red Lantern was the most exclusive club in the city.

"Yeah," Nate said cautiously.

"Meet me there tomorrow night at eight. We'll talk."

"They don't let guys like me into the Red Lantern," Nate told her truthfully.

"Don't worry about that," Pandora told him. "I go wherever I want, and so do
my guests. I'll leave your name with the bouncer out front. You'll get in."

"Are you sure he'll let me in?" Nate asked.

"He will if he doesn't want to end up in the hospital," Pandora told him.

"What do you mean by that?" Nate asked.

"Don't worry about it right now," Pandora told him, "The bouncer at the Red
Lantern understands, and that's all that matters."

"Okay," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow at eight sharp."

"Punctuality. I like that in a man," Pandora told him. Her words dripped with
seduction. They said their goodbyes. Then Pandora turned and looked at herself
in the full length mirror. She was wearing a tiny, emerald green bikini that
barely covered her nipples and pussy and left her spectacular ass exposed for
the world to see. Her more than ample, firm breasts begged to be kissed,
fondled and worshipped. Her entire, luscious, fit body deserved to be kissed,
caressed and worshipped.

"Damn!" she cried, "I'm so fucking hot that I even turn myself on!" She smiled
to herself. "That poor, sweet nerd has no idea what he's gotten himself into."

The following Friday evening Trevor's bachelor party was in full swing. Trevor
had invited his closest friends. They were mostly arrogant, entitled
douche-bags like Trevor. The only one of Trevor's friends that had any
redeeming qualities was Richard who was usually at least reasonably nice to
Nate. Undoubtedly, the biggest douche of all - and totally sycophantic towards
Trevor - was Dirk.

The tragedy of this was that Dirk was naturally healthy, strong and fast. He
also had very good reflexes and excellent hand-eye coordination. In other
words, he was a superior natural athlete. He could have been every bit as
great an athlete as his Uncle Mike who was one of the greatest of all time.
Unfortunately, talent - even talent as great as Dirk's - could only take one
so far. To be a great athlete, one also needed heart, guts and character. Dirk
was entirely lacking those qualities.

Trevor and Dirk were talking when Richard walked over to them. "Where's Nate?"
Richard asked, "You invited him didn't you?" This caused Trevor and Dirk to
laugh. "What gives?" Richard asked.

"He won't dare show his face," Dirk said.

"Why not?"

"He offered to provide tonight's entertainment so Dirk gave him the phone
number of a high priced stripper that a pauper like Nate could never afford."

Richard was not amused. He wasn't born into a rich family like the rest of
Trevor's friends. He was born into a working class family - his parent were
circus performers of all things. He only became rich after his parents died in
a tragic accident and he'd been adopted by a millionaire playboy.

Despite Richard's more humble beginnings, and his kinder nature, he wasn't
perfect. He wanted to fit in with Trevor and his friends, so he pretended to
go along with the joke. "How much does this stripper cost?"

"Let me put it this way," Dirk replied, "According to my Uncle Mike, if you
have to ask how much it costs to hire Pandora, you can't afford her."

"So? That's true of anything of quality," Trevor observed.

"Yeah, but according to Uncle Mike, she was hired to perform at the private
celebration when his team won the Super Bowl. The entire team was there plus
several very wealthy corporate sponsors. Uncle Mike says that including her
base fee and tips, Pandora made more money in one night than a lot of regular
families make their entire lives."

Trevor still didn't seem impressed. Richard asked, "What does she do to earn
that kind of money?"

"I asked Uncle Mike that. He was kind of vague about it, but he swears that
she's worth it."

Just then, Nate walked up. "Hey, guys, I see that the party's in full swing."

"Hey, Nate," Richard greeted him.

"What are you doing here," Dirk asked, "You're not supposed to be here without
Pandora!"

"Pandora isn't here yet?" Nate asked innocently. He looked around Trevor's
back yard where the party was being held. Actually, Trevor's back yard was
more like a compound. There was a beautiful swimming pool, a domed workout
area with a fully equipped gym and a retractable roof for when the weather was
bad. There were tennis courts and a landscaped lawn and garden. A built-in
brick grill and a fire pit. In the back there was a parking lot full of the
expensive cars of Trevor's party guests. It really was more like a high end
resort more than someone's backyard.

Nate also could not help noticing an abundance of very pretty, topless, big
titted girls running around being groped and pawed by Trevor's friends. "What
are those girls doing here?"

"They're tonight's entertainment," Trevor replied.

"Oh," Nate said, "When Pandora gets here, she might not like those other girls
being here."

Trevor decided to play along. He'd never seen this side of Nate before -
trying to bull his way through a situation this way. To Trevor's twisted way
of thinking, this was the first time he'd ever seen anything about Nate that
he could admire.

"Why? Can't she handle a little competition?" Trevor asked.

Nate laughed. "When you see Pandora, you'll understand that these girls - and
they are all very pretty by conventional standards - are NO competition for
Pandora."

"Okay! Cut the crap," Dirk insisted, "You didn't hire Pandora, and we all know
it!"

"Did I just hear someone mention my name?" a voice that sounded like a choir
of angels asked.

Trevor and Dirk turned around, and there was Pandora. She appeared as if out
of nowhere. They could see that she had a very pretty face and gorgeous, silky
blonde hair tied back in a cute ponytail. She had high cheekbones, and a
slightly upturned little nose. Her lips were lush like they were just begging
to be kissed, and her eyes had a feline, exotic look to them.

Her trim body was wrapped in a long trench coat. Other than her face, all they
could see of her body was her long elegant neck and her exquisite ankles and
feet. She was wearing white high-heeled sandals with bare toes and just a few
straps to hold them on. Her cute little toes were adorned with pink nail
polish.

Based on what little could be seen of Pandora's body plus her general size and
shape, the promise of the wonders contained under that trench coat would cause
cocks in every corner of the world to become hard in an instant.

Even in the few seconds they had known her, Trevor and Dirk could sense an
aloofness to Pandora. She gave off a kind of radiation that said, "Look all
you want, boys, but you could never have me in a million years." They,
especially Trevor, were not used to this. Trevor was used to getting whatever
he wanted without a lot of effort.

This aspect only made Pandora that much more desirable. And there was
something else.... She seemed almost unattainable to any man. However, she
also gave off the vibe that for the right man she would give herself freely,
enthusiastically and completely. However, it was clear that this would only
happen IF she met the man SHE wanted.

It was understood that this lucky devil, if he even existed, would not be the
kind of man considered "a catch" by conventional standards. The choice was
entirely up to Pandora. This made her more desirable still.

"Miss Pandora! You made it!" Nate cried enthusiastically.

"I said I would, didn't I?" she said with a confident smile. Everything
Pandora said seemed to carry greater meaning. In these six simple words it was
clear that what Pandora meant was, "I ALWAYS honor my commitments, and I NEVER
fail. If I say it is so, then it is so."

"I have to apologize, Miss Pandora," Nate began nervously, "For some reason
they didn't believe that I'd succeed in securing your services so they hired
other girls as, uh, entertainment."

"I wonder why they would think something as stupid as that," Pandora mused,
"Perhaps they don't know how incredibly persuasive you can be, Nathan." Trevor
thought it was odd that Pandora called him "Nathan".

"I guess they didn't have much faith in me. Anyway, I hope you don't mind the
other girls being here."

Pandora looked at Trevor and Dirk and shook her head the way an exasperated
mother might shake her head at misbehaving children. "You two should have more
faith. Hasn't Nathan always been a man of his word ever since you've known
him?"

"Yes," Trevor had to admit.

"I guess," Dirk admitted unenthusiastically. Prick.

Pandora turned back to Nate. "It's sweet of you to be concerned, Nathan, but
these other girls don't bother me at all. For one thing, they appear to be
common strippers although I must admit that they are all very pretty."

"Aren't you just a stripper?" Trevor asked.

Pandora gave him an icy glare. "I'm going to let that comment pass because
you're the guest of honor and Nathan's friend. However, to answer your idiotic
question, no, I am not 'just a stripper'. In fact, I am not a stripper at all.
I am an entertainer. Is that clear?"

Trevor started to make a snide retort, but something about Pandora's
confident, forceful demeanor told him that he'd better not. For once, Trevor
chose caution over arrogance. It was a wise choice.

Pandora turned back to Nate. "It's very sweet of you to be worried about my
feelings, Nathan, but I'm sure that when I want it I will have the undivided
attention of all the men present."

Nate flashed a smile of relief.

"What makes you so sure?" Dirk asked.

With perfect timing Nate stepped up. "Can I take your coat for you, Miss
Pandora?" he asked.

With a warm smile that made it clear that she appreciated Nate's courtly
manners, she replied, "Yes you may, kind sir." As Pandora lithely stepped out
of her long coat, Trevor and Dirk noticed that her eyes were not the only
thing catlike about Pandora. She also moved with the cool, confident,
effortless grace of a cat. She did a little pirouette to display her assets.

She was wearing the same tiny emerald green bikini that she was wearing when
she spoke to Nate on the phone for the first time - the one that she admired
her own form in. It was little more than strings and three small patches of
cloth that barely covered her nipples and her holiest of holies.

Her 5'9" body was fit and powerful. Her breasts were more than ample and
impossibly firm. They were so firm that they almost looked artificially
enhanced. Yet, there was just enough heft - enough weight and true bounce - to
make it obvious to anyone that they were one hundred percent gifts from the
gods.

Pandora's entire body looked as if it had been divinely expired. Despite all
of the very beautiful women that Trevor and Dirk had seen in various stages of
undress, none of them - including Trevor's hot fianc� - came within miles of
Pandora's sheer perfection. Her tummy was tight and shredded, her waist was
tiny, her amazing ass which was on full display was round and firm. Her arms
and legs were toned and muscular. She had the kind of body that fitness models
work and sweat to achieve, and yet no fitness model who ever lived had ever
achieved a body as perfect as Pandora's.

Richard, who had been standing there silently since Pandora arrived, was the
first to speak. "Holy Goddess of Power and Beauty!" he exclaimed.

Pandora gave him a sly smile. "Thanks for noticing," she said. She spoke with
the confidence of a woman who knew that her sexy body was impossible not to
notice.

"Pandora Peaks." Trevor said quietly to himself. All pretence of not being
enraptured had evaporated.

Within seconds of Pandora removing her coat, all other activity at the party
came to a halt even though most of the other party guests and hired
entertainment had been largely oblivious to Pandora's presence before. All of
the recently graduated college boys attending the bachelor party ceased
flirting with the strippers who'd been hired to provide amusement. They were
no longer interested in any woman other than Pandora.

The strippers didn't seem to mind since they were equally captivated by the
presence of a goddess in their midst. Most of them were topless. Some of them
had bigger tits. Some of them looked almost as fit. NONE of them came close to
Pandora's total package and therefore they ALL felt inadequate and imperfect
in her presence.

Yet, rather than being resentful, they wanted to be near her. It was as if she
was the sun giving off light, and they were happy to be her satellites basking
in her heat and perhaps reflecting a tiny bit of her light.

Within seconds Pandora was surrounded by all the men and women at the party.
Desiree who was an extremely attractive woman and generally considered the
prize catch among the strippers present before Pandora showed up stepped up to
Pandora and attempted to speak. Normally, Desiree was filled to the brim with
confidence. She was so hot that none of the other partygoers approached her in
any serious way because it was understood that she was to be Trevor's toy for
the evening.

In Pandora's presence, Desiree had trouble finding words. "You... you're so...
so... beautiful," she told Pandora.

"I know," agreed Pandora. "But you're very pretty too," she observed.

"But I'm not nearly as beautiful as you are." Desiree looked around at the
other women and said, "None of us are."

"Yes, that is true," Pandora agreed.

"Are you here for Trevor?" Desiree asked. She was hoping that if she serviced
the rich young man just right that she might earn a substantial tip. At the
very least, she thought that she might have great sex with a very hot guy.
Little did she know that Trevor had a tiny penis and that he never tipped
anyone for anything.

"Who I am 'here for' is entirely MY business and MY decision," Pandora
explained. This was news to Trevor, but it sent a little flutter of hope in
the hearts of the other men at the party. They were kind of tired of Trevor
always getting first pick and the best of everything.

Seeing his opportunity, Dirk stepped up. As he often did, he tried using his
famous uncle's name to his advantage. "I believe you know my uncle, Mike
Sampson."

"Mike Sampson?" Pandora responded as if searching her mind for a name she
didn't recall.

"Yes!" Dirk was not used to this reaction. "My uncle is THE Mike Sampson."

A light seemed to go on in Pandora's head. "Oh, yes," Pandora said, "The
football player...."

"Well, yeah, if you want to call the greatest quarterback in history just 'the
football player'!" Dirk might have been exaggerating, but only slightly.

"Yes, well athletic endeavors don't really impress me," Pandora enlightened
the hero worshipping nephew. "But I do recall that your uncle was a quite
obedient and submissive slave. That usually pleases me."

"What are you talking about?" Dirk asked. "My uncle was no one's slave. No
Way!"

Pandora smiled. "I made Mike Sampson grovel on his knees and lick my sweet,
sexy toes," she insisted.

"You... you're a... you're a lying bitch!" Dirk accused the stunning goddess.

"Is that so?" Pandora asked. "Why don't you call him and ask." She didn't seem
angry, but she was defiant. She seemed so self assured that Dirk doubted
himself. But he wasn't about to back down.

"I don't have to call him. I know that Uncle Mike would never grovel for any
woman." Almost beyond his will Dirk added, "Even you."

"What about you?" Pandora asked. "Would you grovel on your knees for me?"

Dirk wanted to say that he would. He longed to humble himself in front of
Pandora. She was so beautiful and confident and majestic. He wanted to grovel
and to beg and anything else Pandora ordered him to do. If not for his pride,
he would have. He wanted to say fuck his pride, but he didn't have the
strength. Luckily for him, Pandora took matters into her own powerful hands.

When she gently placed her lovely left hand on his right shoulder, it took
every bit of willpower for Dirk to not instantly cum his pants. Every other
man from Trevor on down wished they were in Dirk's place. Beads of sweat began
to form on his forehead.

"Don't you want to kneel before me, Dirk"?

"No!" he lied.

Pandora knew that he was lying, but she played along. "That's too bad, because
you're going to kneel before me whether you want to or not." She lightly began
to apply pressure on Dirk's shoulder with her powerful hand. Light pressure to
Pandora felt like a ton of bricks to Dirk. He felt his knees buckle.

"Please... you're hurting me," he whimpered.

"I know," said Pandora. "You're a big strong boy, yet you're no match for my
vastly superior strength." She leaned forward and whispered in Dirk's ear,
"Neither was Uncle Mike."

Despite Dirk's best efforts, he tried to resist Pandora's amazing strength.
When he knew that he couldn't he whined, "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" asked Pandora even though she already knew what he meant.

"It's not fair that a woman as incredibly beautiful and desirable as you
should also be so strong and powerful."

Pandora applied a tiny bit more pressure. "I'm much, much more powerful than
you will ever know, wimp." She pushed Dirk all the way down to the ground and
said, "Would you like to kiss my sweet toes, wimp?"

"Yes, please," Dirk replied. The other men watching were jealous of Dirk. They
all wanted to submit - to be dominated - by Pandora's superior strength and
indomitable will. They knew that Dirk was one of the strongest among them, and
it was clear that compared to Pandora, his strength was like that of a child.

Without waiting for a response, Dirk got down on his hands and knees, lowered
his head and moved towards Pandora's sexy toes with his lips puckered.
Suddenly he felt himself being lifted off the ground by the scruff of his neck
and tossed several feet backwards.

"No! You don't get to kiss my toes," Pandora insisted.

"Pleeeese," Dirk begged.

"Do you want to grovel at my feet in front of all your friends?" Pandora asked
him with a wicked smile.

"Yes, please," he responded.

"Do you believe me when I said that your Uncle Mike was my willing slave?" she
asked. Dirk whimpered and shook his head yes. "And do you want to be my slave
as well?" Again, Dirk whimpered affirmatively.

"No!" Pandora told him. "No matter how much you beg, plead or grovel, I will
not allow you to kiss my feet or be my submissive slave."

"But, but you said you liked it when men were obedient and submissive like
Uncle Mike was," Dirk reminded her.

"First of all, I said I 'usually' liked it. Furthermore, as much of a wimp as
your Uncle Mike is, he's still much more of a man that you'll ever be." It
broke Dirk's heart to hear these words, but what could he do? He knew that he
was powerless to keep Pandora from doing whatever she wanted. He knew that
with a snap of her fingers she could make HIM do whatever she wanted. She was
mesmerizing, she was powerful and she was in charge. He was nothing compared
to her, and he knew it.

Dirk quietly bowed his head. If only he'd tried a little harder to be a better
person, he thought, perhaps Pandora would allow him the privilege of
worshipping her feet.

Trevor spoke up. "Wait a minute! Is that all we get for what we're paying
you?"

"You're not paying me; Nathan is. Nathan, are you satisfied so far with the
entertainment I've provided?"

"Hell, yes!" Nate replied.

"And apparently so are they," Pandora waved her arm to indicate several of the
male party guests who had pulled out their dicks and started jerking off.
Several of the women in attendance were also fingering themselves as they
watched Pandora's every move. "They seem to like the show just fine. Besides,
what did you expect? Did you think I was going to fuck all of you?"

"No, not exactly," Trevor responded, "But I thought you might...." Even though
he didn't finish that statement with the words "fuck me," everyone -
especially Pandora - knew that's what he meant.

"Aren't you getting married in a few days?"

"Yeah! So?" Trevor responded. His reply wasn't spoken defensively. His
attitude was that if he had the opportunity to fuck a woman hotter than his
soon-to-be wife the why shouldn't he? Pandora gave him a look of utter
contempt.

Pandora walked over to Nate and spoke to him in hushed tones. Though they
strained their ears to hear, the only sentence anyone really caught was when
Nate asked in an astonished voice, "Are you sure?"

Apparently she was (Pandora always seemed sure about everything) because she
turned to the others and said, "I've talked it over with Nathan, and I've
decided to give you boys the deluxe package today."

"What's the deluxe package?" several of them asked.

"I've decided to open Pandora's Box today." They all held their breaths hoping
that she meant what they hoped she meant. "I'll do anything he wants to the
boy who can beat me is a challenge."

"What challenge?" one of them asked.

"Any challenge," Pandora replied.

"You mean we get to name the challenge and the first one to beat you at
whatever challenge we name gets to...."

"Whatever they want with me. Yes. But it's not just the first boy to defeat me
- ANY boy who defeats me at ANYTHING." She pointed at the guy who'd asked that
last question and said, "And you get to go first. What will it be, sport?"

The first challenger was named James, and he was the biggest and strongest
looking of all of Trevor's friends. He was even bigger and stronger than Dirk.
"Me? I get to go first?" he asked.

"Yes, don't blow this opportunity," Pandora urged him. "What's your
challenge?"

James had always been the champion arm wrestler among Trevor's group of
friends. "Uh, arm wrestling, I guess." Pandora thought this was rather a
strange choice considering how easily she just overpowered Dirk and even
casually tossed him several feet with one hand, but James got to choose the
challenge.

"Arm wrestling it is," Pandora said. She sat down at a nearby patio table and
propped her arm into position. James sat across from her and did the same.
"Are you sure this is how you want to challenge me?" she asked.

"I think so," replied James. Thinking had never been James's strong suit.

The two opponents locked hands. James's huge biceps flexed. He almost had the
musculature of a professional bodybuilder. Pandora's arm also looked
impressively fit and strong, but no impartial observer seeing the two of them
locked up this way would think that she had a chance of winning.

"How do we start?' James asked.

"Start whenever you're ready," Pandora instructed. Unlike most of Trevor's
friends, James was a gentleman where women were concerned. He did not like to
take unfair advantage of them. However, the opportunity to fuck Pandora was
too great for him the resist. So when she told him to start pushing whenever
he was ready, that's what he did.

At first he began pushing lightly, but when Pandora's arm didn't budge, he
began to apply more power to his push. When her arm still didn't move, he
pushed harder still. Soon, he was pushing as hard as he could. The muscles in
his arms swelled with effort, and the strain of his effort was apparent by the
veins popping out in his neck and the redness of his face.

Still, James hadn't moved Pandora's arm a single millimeter even though she
didn't seem to be resisting at all. "Whenever you're ready," Pandora repeated,
"Just start pushing." Her facial expression was bland; she looked bored.

"I..am..pushing," James said through gritted teeth.

"You are?" Pandora didn't seem to be gloating. She seemed genuinely surprised.
"A boy as big as you? You're even weaker than I thought." The strain of the
tremendous effort that James was making really began to show. His arm was
quivering and his face and neck looked like he might have a stroke at any
second.

"You don't look so good," Pandora observed. "I have an idea; why don't you use
both hands to try and move mine."

"That..wouldn't..be..fair," James managed to grunt out.

"It's also not fair that such a hot and sexy girl in high heels and a barely
there bikini is so much stronger than you," she pointed out. "Besides, I'm
giving you my blessing."

Reluctantly, James lifted his other arm and began to push Pandora's arm with
it as well. "Seriously, are you even trying?" Pandora asked.

In an attempt to get a better position with better leverage, James stood up
and repositioned himself so that now he was pulling Pandora's single arm with
both of his. He also began using his legs to push off the ground. Pandora was
no longer holding off the strength of James's two strong arms. She was holding
off the power of his entire strong body with just one hand.

"Are you sure you're pulling with all your might?" she asked him.

"I've..never..pulled..so.. hard..in..my..entire..life," was his sincere reply

The other boys watching could hardly believe what they were seeing. All of
them were as hard as steel and they watched the sexiest woman they'd ever seen
easily overpower the strongest man they knew. Some of them threw away any
sense of shame and were openly masturbating as they watched.

Finally, Pandora said, "I'm going to end this now before you seriously injure
yourself. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" James asked.

"For me to easily crush you," Pandora replied. "When I count to three, I'm
going to slam both your arms down, and there's nothing on Earth that you can
do to stop me. Ready? One... two... three!" When she reached three, she didn't
just slam both his arms down. She actually pulled him off his feet and sent
his entire body flying across the table. James turned a flip through the air
and landed flat on his back.

"Oaaawwwww," he moaned low as he lay on the ground.

"Do you concede defeat?" Pandora asked.

"You obviously won," James told the sexy supergirl.

"Of course, but it's no fun if you don't concede defeat."

"I concede defeat," James replied.

"Say it louder," Pandora demanded.

"Haven't you humiliated me enough?" James asked.

"No," Pandora replied, "Now say it louder. Or would you like me to go over
there and MAKE you say it louder?"

Having felt how effortlessly Pandora completely overpowered him, James was not
anxious to find out what other amazing feats of strength she was capable of.

"I CONCEDE DEFEAT," he yelled. He was too terrified not to. Richard and
another guy helped James to his feet.

"Who's next?" asked Pandora.

"I'll go next," Marty volunteered. Being a star at the pole vault, he figured
he had an advantage since this event required not only great physical prowess
but also years of training to perfect.

"Fine," replied Pandora without even bothering to find out what Marty's
challenge was, "But I have to attend something else first." She walked over to
three or four men who were still beating their man-meat as they watched
Pandora's every move.

"I want you boys to stop doing that. The deal we made was that you had to
defeat me in some kind of challenge first. If any of you manage to do that, I
promise you that I will gift you with the greatest, most mind-blowing, most
explosive orgasm beyond your wildest imagination. But you have to defeat me at
something first!"

All but one of the men stopped. After seeing how easily Pandora had crushed
James, they were not anxious to make her angry. Besides, they still harbored
secret hopes of figuring out something that they could beat her in, and they
didn't want to disqualify themselves.

The only one who continued choking his chicken was Trevor's friend Harry. His
nickname among his buddies was "Horny Harry", and he lived up to this tag.
"Listen, honey, you may be strong, but you're also sexy as fuck! In fact,
being so strong makes you even sexier."

"Yes," Pandora agreed as if what Harry was saying was obvious and understood
(which it was). "So?"

"So," Harry began, "There's NO WAY I'm going to stop - *FLICK*

Pandora reached up with her right hand and merely flicked Harry in the chin
with her index finger and stopped him in mid-sentence. She sent the poor dummy
flying back several feet. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

"Holy knock-out!" Richard cried, "You took Harry out with just a flick of your
finger!" Harry was the smallest of Trevor's group (besides Nate), but
still....

Pandora didn't even acknowledge what she had done as being out of the
ordinary. She turned to Marty and asked sweetly, "So... what is your
challenge?"

"Have you ever pole vaulted?" he asked.

"Never," Pandora replied. That's what Marty was hoping for. Marty was Trevor's
cousin, so when he first showed an interest in pole vaulting his uncle had a
pole vault training area installed in the grounds of the estate.

The assembled crowd went over to the pole vault area. Marty explained the
rules to Pandora. They would each get three tries. "You go first so I can
observe," Pandora suggested. All her suggestions came across like commands.

Marty was happy to oblige. His first jump was a respectable 15.2 meters. He
figured that should be good enough to beat someone who'd never vaulted before.
He decided to go for broke on his second jump and vaulted a personal best of
15.9 meters. He missed on his third attempt because the thought of getting to
fuck Pandora made him so nervous that his hands were shaking.

Pandora watched and didn't seem at all impressed. She asked what the current
world record was. One of the strippers looked it up on the internet and told
Pandora that the current record was 6.18 meters. When Pandora gave the
stripper a deep, tongue-filled kiss and patted her shapely fanny to thank her
for looking up the information, every man and every other stripper at the
party were jealous. The stripper that Pandora kissed? She swooned and passed
out from too much pleasure.

Pandora then instructed that the bar should be set at 6.5 meters or just over
21 feet. She explained to Nate, "That will soundly break the existing world
record. Anything else would just be showing off."

"But, I thought you liked to show off, Miss Pandora," Nate pointed out.

"You're right about that, Nathan," Pandora agreed as she gave her perfect ass
a sexy little shake, "But there's no sense in driving everyone TOO crazy with
lust!"

When the bar was properly set at the requested height, Pandora stood and from
a standing start simply jumped over it. Before landing on the mat, she tucked
in her knees and performed a double forward somersault that would have made
the world's greatest gymnasts jealous.

Marty stood with his mouth wide open unable to believe what he'd just seen. He
was ready to concede defeat when Trevor pointed out that Pandora hadn't pole
vaulted at all. "You may have shattered the high jump world record, but how
can that be called a pole vault when you didn't even touch the pole?"

After some discussion, it was decided that Trevor had a point. "Fine!" Pandora
said, sounding more bored than put out. She had them set the bar at an even 7
meters this time, and actually using the pole this time, she easily cleared
the nearly 23 foot jump.

After she made Marty get down on his hands and knees and kiss her pretty bare
toes to acknowledge his defeat (an act which made Marty as hard as a rock) she
asked, "Who's next?"

Derwood spoke up. "Me! I'll go next." Derwood was the one guy in the group who
was even more intelligent than Nate. Trevor and his friends kept him around to
help tutor them. He was especially adept at science. He challenged Pandora to
a science quiz.

One of the strippers found an advanced science quiz online. The quiz had one
hundred questions covering advanced chemistry, astrophysics, mathematics,
astronomy and other fields of science. The quiz was a favorite among the
science grad students around the world. When he was alive, Stephen Hawking
famously scored 98%.

It took Derwood about an hour to finish. He scored 92% which was enough to put
him among the top 3% of the most knowledgeable science students in the world.

It took Pandora eight minutes to complete. At first it looked like she scored
a 99% until she proved that one of the answers to one of the theoretical math
problems was incorrect. "I'm surprised that Stephen didn't catch that," she
commented.

After making Derwood begin writing the sentence "Compared to Pandora, I'm an
ignoramus," one thousand times (She warned him, "Make sure you write it one
thousand time. I'm going to be checking later.") she shouted, "NEXT!"

"Me! I'm nex!" Draper cried. He thought that he'd come up with a brilliant
idea for a challenge. Draper was not the strongest or the fastest. He couldn't
jump the highest or the farthest. He was certain that he couldn't beat Pandora
at any physical competition. However, he did have very impressive biceps.

He removed his shirt and did a double biceps pose and said, "I challenge you
to a contest to see who has the best biceps." He flexed hard and his biceps
expanded impressively.

Pandora also flexed her biceps, and they also popped impressively on her arms.
"As you can see, my biceps are better defined and have a more pronounced peak
than yours," Pandora announced. "Notice how my biceps positively pulsate with
power." Everything she said about her sexy muscles was absolutely true. It was
only the fear of Pandora's swift rebuke that kept several of the men from once
again massaging their swollen cocks.

No one could seriously doubt that Pandora's biceps were more impressive except
in one way. "But MY biceps are bigger!" Draper declared.

"Is that all? You think you win because your biceps are bigger than mine?"

"The rules are we get to name the competition. That's the competition I
choose," said Draper.

"Fine, but I say that my biceps are bigger. The only way to actually prove
that yours are bigger is to actually measure them."

So they found a tape measure. Pandora insisted that Nate was the only one she
trusted to measure the competing biceps. First he measured Draper's right
bicep. It measured an impressive twenty inches. "Are you sure that's as big as
you can make it?" Pandora asked. Draper nodded yes.

"Fine." She flexed her arm and instructed Nate to measure her peaked muscle.
When she noticed that his hands trembled slightly she said, "Don't be nervous,
Nathan." Nate stretched the tape around her lovely feminine power.

Nate sounded disappointed when he announced, "Nineteen inches."

A hushed murmur went through the crowd. Was this it? Had Pandora been
defeated? "Wait!" demanded Pandora. She closed her eyes and began to
concentrate. Incredibly, her bicep began getting bigger. It grew another inch
until it too was twenty inches.

"What happens if it's a tie?" Richard asked.

"A tie goes to the challenger!" Draper declared hopefully.

"A tie!" Pandora scoffed. She knew that Nate had ridden his bike to the party.
She told him to get the steel cable he used to lock his bike and to wrap
around her arm and lock it while her biceps was expanded to twenty inches.
When Nate had done as instructed, Pandora closed her eyes and began to
concentrate again.

Everyone could see that the cable was beginning to strain as once again
Pandora's bicep began to grow bigger. The cable groaned and with a *SNAP* gave
way and fell to the ground. No one saw it hit the ground however because all
eyes were watching Pandora's lovely peak as it grew several more inches!

"Measure that," Pandora instructed. Nate could hardly contain his excitement.
His hands were trembling badly as he pulled the tape measure tight around
Pandora's peak of power.

"Twenty-six inches!" Nate gasped.

Pandora then raised her other arm and did a double bicep flex of twenty-six
inches. Several of the men watching almost fainted from the rapid loss of
blood from their brains to their rock hard cocks.

When Pandora relaxed her arms, her biceps went back down to their normal,
impressive size.

"But that's impossible!" Derwood declared. Your arms can't possibly expand to
that size! Where does all that extra muscle mass come from?"

"Impossible, ha!" she sneered, "When you're around Pandora, you have to learn
to expect the impossible!"

"But why aren't your biceps that big all the time?" asked Richard.

Pandora rubbed her biceps with her hands. "I think they look prettier at this
size." She hastened to add, "But if a man ever does manage to conquer me, and
he wants me to expand my biceps - or any of my muscles -I'd gladly do that for
him.

She leaned into Nate and whispered breathlessly in his ear, "And I can make
them even bigger than that if I want to." Nate responded with a loud gulp!

The former starting quarterback on the college football team challenged
Pandora to a football throwing contest. Pandora won on accuracy, and they
never found the ball that she tossed for distance.

The former star pitcher on the college baseball team challenged her to a
pitching contest. Pandora's fastball was clocked at 250mph.

There was a practice driving range on the estate complete with a green and a
hole so Trevor challenged Pandora to try to match his golf skills. After her
fifth hole in one, Trevor conceded defeat.

"Would you like me to kiss your feet as a demonstration of your superiority?"
he asked.

"No. I think you'd enjoy it too much," she replied icily. Trevor did a poor
job of hiding his disappointment.

It was then that Trevor's friend Alex had a brilliant idea. "I challenge you
to press three times - no wait, FIVE TIMES - whatever I bench press."

"Sure; no problem," Pandora accepted.

After some warm-up lifts, Alex dug down deep and managed to bench press three
hundred and forty pounds. "That's 1700 pounds to you," Alex said with a
certain smug assuredness.

"Go ahead and make it an even two thousand," Pandora suggested. The men had to
scramble to find that many plates, but they managed to gather them up and
mount them onto a bar.

Pandora took her place on the bench. "Aren't you going to do any warm-up
lifts?" asked Richard.

"Two thousand pounds IS what I warm up with," Pandora replied. She lifted the
plate-filled bar off the brackets and did twenty easy reps. Then, just to make
sure they all got the message; she lifted the bar off the brackets again -
this time with just her left hand - and did twenty one-handed reps.

She also took on the four fastest middle distance runners in a relay with them
each running 400 meters while she ran the full 1600 meters. She easily crushed
them - shattering the world record in the process - and she wasn't even
breathing hard when she finished.

"What if you took all of us on in a tug of war?" Dirk suggested. "If all of us
working together managed to beat you, THEN would you allow us the privilege of
seeing your naked tits and worshipping your lovely feet?" Of course, Pandora
had already let a few of the men kiss her feet, and she even kissed one of the
girls.

"If all of you working together can defeat me, I'll fuck every last one of you
until you pass out from pleasure," Pandora promised.

Of course, they never stood a chance. Trevor and all his friends - everyone
except Nate - and even the strippers all got on one side of the rope. Pandora,
all by her super powerful self, was on the other end.

The men and women began to pull as hard as they could. Pandora didn't even
pull back. She just stood there and held the rope with one hand. Pulling with
all the power they could collectively muster, they couldn't budge Pandora a
single inch. At one point, Pandora looked so bored that she stifled a yawn
with her free hand.

After letting them pull and tire themselves out for several minutes, Pandora
jerked hard with one arm and brought everyone on the other end of the rope
down to the ground. "Face it," she said, "I'm stronger, faster and better than
all of you put together at everything. None of you can defeat me at any
challenge - not you or anyone you know."

What neither Pandora nor anyone else there knew was that Richard had a secret.
When he was younger, after his circus performer parents were murdered, Richard
had been taken in by an eccentric millionaire who lived a double life.

Richard's guardian was secretly a masked crime fighter - a Dark Knight who
roamed the city at night striking fear in the hearts of criminals who, after
all, are a superstitious, cowardly lot. From an early age, Richard was trained
by his guardian to be a crime fighter as well. Neither Richard nor his
guardian had any actual superpowers, but they came into contact with others
who did. As such, Richard understood that Pandora possessed superhuman
strength, speed and who knows what other abilities. He knew that it would take
someone with even greater superpowers to defeat her.

Richard was sure he knew the right person.

When Richard left home for college, he decided to put hiatus on his crime
fighting activities. He wanted to use this time to decide if that was truly
the kind of life he wanted to lead. During that time he fell in with Trevor
and his crowd. They accepted him because he was smart, good looking, rich and
a superb natural athlete. Richard never felt entirely at ease with Trevor's
crowd. He recognized that they were a bunch of assholes. But college was a
time to experiment, and he'd been a good guy for so long. He wanted to see
what it was like to be a bad boy for a while.

Besides, sexy girls were always swarming around Trevor and his friends like
moths swarm around bright light. For all his natural good intentions, Richard
liked being around gorgeous babes who would constantly practically beg him to
fuck them with no strings attached. Hanging around with these guys, he got
this night and day.

Richard looked down at his watch. It was a very special watch. It was given to
him by a world famous superhero who most people consider the strongest man on
Earth. He was told that if he ever needed help, all he had to do was push the
secret button on the watch and a signal undetectable to normal human ears
would go out to this superhero.

"Just push the button, and I'll soon be there to help," was the promise made
to Richard.

"Are you really sure you can defeat ANYONE we know?" asked Richard.

"Of course I'm sure," replied Pandora. "Call any friend you want, and I'll
beat their ass just as easily as I beat all of your asses."

"But if I have a friend that can defeat you, will that count as ME beating
you?"

"Sure, why not?" It was clear that Pandora didn't find that a realistic
possibility.

Richard hadn't seen nor spoken to his friend in almost five years. He wasn't
sure his old pal would show up. He pushed the secret button on his watch
anyway. Seconds later, a man wearing a blue suit and a red cape flew out of
the sky. It was him! He landed and asked Richard, "What seems to be the
trouble, old chum?"

Richard pointed at Pandora. "It's her! She says that she's stronger than
anyone." He looked towards Pandora, "But she didn't know that I knew you."

Pandora didn't look the least bit concerned about this unforeseen development.
She appeared as confident as ever.

The superhero looked and his old friend and said, "Rob- er, uh, I mean
Richard, you called me here for THAT?"

"She's a lot stronger than she looks. Besides, it would really mean a lot to
me." It took a little more talking, but Richard convinced his friend to
challenge Pandora.

"I guess I can spare a minute to help out an old friend," he said. Pandora did
not respond.

"How much power has she demonstrated already?" the superhero asked.

"She's bench pressed two thousand pounds with one hand, jumped 23 feet
straight up and shattered the previous record in the 1600 meters," Richard
replied.

The dark and handsome superhero looked like he stifled a laugh. "This
shouldn't take long." He asked where the nearest construction site was. After
a brief discussion it was determined that there was a construction site a
couple of miles away where a new office building was going up.

"I'll meet all of you there in a few minutes," the superhero said as he flew
away. Trevor, his friends and the strippers piled into various cars. Nate got
on his bike and started to peddle. He only got a few feet when he got the
strange sensation that his wheels were leaving the ground.

His wheels had left the ground because Pandora ran by and picked up Nate and
his bike with one hand. "You looked like you could use a lift, Nathan."
Despite the fact that she was running in high heels, Pandora, carrying Nate
and his bike with one hand, beat all the cars to the construction site.

When everyone was assembled, the superhero said, "I'll make this quick. He
went over to the nearest piece of big construction equipment which happened to
be a John Deere 700K crawler bulldozer which weighed around 31,290 pounds and
lifted it over his head. He had a smug "I thrust this matter is settled" look
on his face. As fate would have it, there was a nearly identical bulldozer
right next to it.

Pandora went over to the other bulldozer and lifted that one over her head.
The superhero responded by dropping one arm and continuing to hold the dozer
aloft with one hand. Pandora did the same but upped the ante when she began
pumping the dozer up and down and doing reps with just one hand!

"Okay then," said the superhero as balanced the bulldozer and held it up with
just his index finger.

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Pandora asked as she did the same only with
her pinkie.

For the next twenty minutes or so, anything "the strongest man in the world"
did, Pandora matched. This included lifting all of the heavy construction
vehicle some of which weighed up to 80 tons, bending steel girders into
pretzels and punching holes through twenty inch thick, steel mesh reinforced
concrete walls.

Richard watched in awe. He knew for a fact that his friend was capable of
lifting more than 100 tons, and yet this young, gorgeous woman with huge, firm
tits and a round, tight ass wearing high heels and a tiny bikini was matching
- possibly even exceeding - his strength!

Finally, the superhero said, "I admit it; you're stronger than I thought. You
might be almost as strong as I am. There's no way to settle this without
endangering innocent lives."

"Sure there is," said Pandora. She was getting fed up with this farce.

"How?" asked the superhero.

"Hit me," Pandora suggested.

"What? I'm not going to hit you," the superhero responded.

"Why not?" asked Pandora, "Afraid I'll hit you back?"

"No! Of course not!" the superhero protested. But Richard saw something he'd
never seen in his friend's eyes before. What it fear? "Well, yes, I am
afraid," the superhero corrected himself. "I'm afraid that if I hit you it
might kill you!"

"I don't think so," said Pandora. "I think that you're afraid that if you hit
me, I might hit you back." To amplify her point, she gave him a little shove.

"Don't do that," the superhero warned.

"Why not, chicken shit? Are you afraid that the sexy girl in the teeny bikini
is going to whoop your ass?" She pushed him harder this time. Richard noticed
that Pandora's shoves were enough to move the superhero.

"Stop pushing me," the superhero protested. Pandora pushed him even harder
this time.

"Stop that!" She pushed him again. "I'm warning you!" She gave him another
shove. "STOP IT! I MEAN IT!" She shoved him again.

In a move so fast the others could hardly perceive it, the superhero pulled
back his fist and struck Pandora in her tight, flat abs.

Pandora smiled. It was just as she suspected. "Try again," she said. The
superhero hit her in the tummy again harder than before. "Again!" Pandora
demanded. The superhero complied.

"It tickles," Pandora giggled.

This enraged the superhero. He began to pummel Pandora's midsection with a
flurry of super powerful punches at super speed. He hit her more than five
hundred times which both fists as hard as he could in less than twenty
seconds. With this amount of force, the superhero could have tunneled through
a large mountain.

The smirk never left Pandora's face.

Finally she said, "Stop now; I think I've proven my point." The superhero
stopped. "Look at your hands," Pandora told him.

"Is that... my blood?" the superhero asked. His knuckles were split open and
bloody from the punishment they took from punching Pandora's powerful tummy.

Pandora laughed. "I'm not hurt at all," she teased. This caused the superhero
to snap. He pulled back his fist and sent it flying right at Pandora's face.

Her reaction time defied description as she reached up and caught his bloody
fist in her delicate looking hand just inches from her face. His fist was
trapped in her powerful grip. "That wasn't very nice," Pandora told him.

"Please, let me go," the superhero pleaded.

"Not until I teach you a lesson," the ultimate strong girl told him. She
squeezed his fist until the superhero fell to his knees.

"Please, you're crushing my hand," he begged.

"Admit that I'm stronger then you," she demanded.

"You're stronger than me," he cried.

"Say, 'Pandora is the strongest human being on Earth'," she ordered.

"Pandora is the strongest human being on Earth!" the superhero sobbed.

"Say, 'Pandora is also the sexiest, most beautiful, most desirable woman in
the universe'," she commanded.

"Pandora is also the sexiest, most beautiful, most desirable woman in the
universe, and I would be honored if she would make me her bitch-boy slave!"
This last part the superhero added only because it was true.

Pandora released his hand. "Sorry, but you're not man enough to be my slave."

"I think you broke my hand," he whimpered.

"It's not broken," Pandora assured him. She told the superhero to get lost,
and looking totally dejected, he flew away.

Pandora looked around. "Have all you guys had a chance to challenge me?" she
asked. In one way or the other they all had except for one. "Wait, Nathan, you
haven't challenged me at anything."

"Aw, what's the use?" he asked.

"But it wouldn't be fair if you, the curtest guy here, didn't get a chance to
challenge me at something."

"What did you have in mind?" Nate asked.

"How about we arm wrestle?" Pandora suggested.

"But... but that's crazy," Nate pointed out. "You already proved that you're
stronger than the world's strongest superhero. What chance would a nothing
like me have?"

"You're not nothing!" Pandora insisted. "What do you have to lose? And
besides, at least this way you'll get a chance to hold hands with me." That
was enough to convince Nate.

They found a couple of stools and a folding table to use. Nate and Pandora sat
across from each other and locked hands. "This is ridiculous," Nate uttered.

I'll say," Trevor agreed. The other guys laughed at this.

"I'll make this as painless as possible," Pandora said with a sweet smile. But
slowly, the smile left her face. "What's going on?" she asked.

"What?" Nate responded defensively.

"I'm pushing as hard as I can, and you're arm isn't budging an inch!"

"You are!?"

"You mean you can't even feel me using all of my amazing strength to try to
move your arm?" Pandora asked. As she asked this, her bicep began to expand.
It grew slowly until it was even bigger than it was before. Still Nate's arm
didn't move.

"This is amazing! I have the strength in one arm to move mountains, and yet I
can't move your arm." The guys and girls watching didn't know what to think.
Neither did Nate.

"N-nathan?" Pandora said.

"Yes, Miss Pandora."

"Can.. can I use both arms to try to beat you?" she asked nervously.

"S-sure, I guess," Nate replied. Pandora moved her other hand up and appeared
to begin pulling on Nate's upright arm.

"Oh my God! I thought I was the strongest person on the planet, but I'm weak
and powerless against you," Pandora insisted.

"Bullshit!" Trevor cried out.

Pandora shot him a look that froze his blood inside his veins. "Are you
calling me a liar?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"N-n-n-no," Trevor stammered.

Then both of Pandora's arms slowly began moving backwards. "You're finally
pushing back, and both my arms are not powerful enough to resist your power."
Of course, Nate could feel that Pandora was actually slowly pulling his hand
down so that it looked like he was overpowering her. When she pulled her hands
all the way down to the table, she applied enough pressure to destroy the
table so that it looked like Nate had pushed her hands through it.

Pandora stood up and said to Nate, "Please, stand up, Nathan darling." When he
did, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into her body. Nate could
feel her firm breast pressing against his chest. "At last I've found a man who
has conquered me," she said. She kissed him so passionately and deeply that
his knees buckled. If she hadn't been holding him up, he would have callapsed.

The other guys weren't really buying this, but none of them had the balls to
confront Pandora with their doubts.

She turned to the assembled crowd and said, "I know the way you've all treated
Nathan like he was your stooge," she began.

Nate interrupted, "Richard has been nice to me most of the time."

"From now on Richard is going to be nice to you all of the time. Isn't that
right, Richard?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Richard replied.

"And that better go for the rest of you too," Pandora warned. "If I ever hear
of ANY of you disrespecting my precious Nathan in ANY way, I'll make it my
business to make sure you spend at least six months in the hospital. Got it?"

When no one responded, Pandora repeated, "GOT IT?" Everyone responded in the
affirmative.

"Now, I'm going to take Nathan back to my place so that I can fuck the living
daylights out of him. I'm going to start by giving him an epic titty fuck.
Then I'm going to give him an earth shattering blowjob. Then I'm going to let
him take his time exploring my incredibly sexy body like he was Columbus and I
was the New world!"

"Aw, he won't be able to handle it," said Goffinet who'd always been too
sarcastic for his own good. Pandora walked over to him.

"Did you hear what I said about disrespecting my boyfriend?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes, and p-p-p-please accept my humble apology for m-my m-m-most
impertinent remark," he begged.

Pandora looked at Nate. "Should I accept his apology, Nathan dear?"

"I would consider it a personal favor to me if you did," Nate replied.

Pandora turned back to Goffinet. "Okay, I'll break my promise this one time
and NOT put you in the hospital for six months. However..." She reached out
and flicked him with her middle finger. He fell to the ground unconscious.

"Let's go home, Nathan sweetheart; my vintage Jaguar is parked around the
corner.

"What about my bike?" Nate asked.

"Trevor, be a dear and take Nathan's bike back to your place. We'll be by for
it tomorrow sometime if we're finished fucking by then." She started to walk
away, but turned and said, "Come to think of it, Trevor, this was your
bachelor party, and I suppose you do deserve a little parting gift from me."

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

She went over and leaned into him. Her mouth was less than an inch from his
ear. He could feel her hot breath against the side of his face. She whispered
something in his ear and reached down and lightly touched the tip of his hard
penis with her index finger. She touched it for less than a second, but that
was enough. Trevor lost control of his bodily functions and a large and very
visible stain grew across the front of his pants. He let out a groan of
pleasure and collapsed to the ground where he writhed for several minutes as
wave after wave of bliss swept over his body.

Before they left, Pandora went over and said a few words to the strippers.
Whatever she said to them seemed to please them since they all let out squeals
of joy. She also collected the thousand sentences that she assigned to
Derwood.

On the ride home, Nate asked, "Do you think anyone really believed that I
defeated you?"

"But, darling, you DID defeat me. You completely conquered my heart the other
day when we met at the Red Lantern. Don't you remember how I fell madly in
love with you the first time I saw you?" Nate turned several shades of
crimson.

"That's why you canceled your other gig and agreed to show up for Trevor's
bachelor party for free?"

"Yes, that and the fact that I'm retiring from the entertainment business."

"You are?"

"Yes, of course, darling. From now on all my sexiness will be reserved for
just you. I've amassed a sizable fortune which I've invested wisely. We'll
never have to worry about money for the rest of our lives - if you choose to
spend the rest of your life with me, that is."

When Nate hesitated to respond, Pandora said, "I know this is a lot to take in
all at once. And I know that not everyone knows their own minds as well as I
do. So, take your time. There's no pressure. You can let me know tomorrow."

Nate asked, "Pandora, how did you get to be so strong?"

"I've always been strong," she replied. "I just didn't know how strong until
about a year ago. When I decided to become an entertainer, I did what a lot of
girls who are independent contractors in this business do. I hired a couple of
big bodyguards for security."

"The two guys I hired were brothers who were both huge and both experts in the
martial arts. Anyway, like all men who spend any time at all around me, they
both fell in love with me. One night after a gig they started to fight over
me. Since I wasn't interested in either one of them I told them to knock it
off. When they didn't, I easily kicked both of their asses."

"Since I was much stronger than both of them put together, I decided that I
didn't need them. Then I went to the gym to try to figure out exactly how
strong I was."

"What did you discover?" Nate asked.

"I discovered that my strength was basically limitless. Oh, and I also
discovered that I could run super fast and jump super high."

"Wait! Did you say that you're strength was limitless?"

"So far as I can tell," she replied.

"But that's impossible!" Nate exclaimed.

"Ha! When you're around Pandora," she began.

"I know; you have to learn to expect the impossible!" Nate completed.

"Exactly!"

"You're amazing, Miss Pandora."

"I like it when you call me Miss Pandora, Nathan, but I'd like it if you
called me Avery sometimes too."

"Why?

"Because that's my real name. Pandora is just my stage name."

"Is there anything else you'd like me to call you, Avery?"

"Sure, Nathan sweetheart, you can also call me your protectress, your cum slut
and your best friend because I intend to be all those things and more to you -
especially your cum slut."

"Can I ask you another question, Avery?"

"You can ask me anything, my sweet, sexy lover."

"Why did you give Trevor an orgasm?"

"Oh... I'm sorry about that, kitten, but you see, that was actually my revenge
for the way he's treated you."

"What do you mean?"

"Once I give someone an orgasm, they are ruined forever for any other woman.
Trevor will never have another orgasm for the rest of his life unless I give
it to him, and I assure you that will NEVER happen. You're the only man I'm
giving orgasms to from now on. Oh, and by the way, he's got a tiny dick. Yours
is MUCH bigger I'm happy to report"

"Are we really going to do all of those things you told the guys we were going
to do when we get home?"

"Baby, we're going to do all that and more. I'm going to show you ways to fuck
that you didn't know were ways. I'm going to make you beg for more, then beg
for mercy and then beg for more again. Oh! And I hope you don't mind, but I
invited the strippers who were at the party to come over tomorrow to join us
in bed. They all said they'd come. They're probably going to want to spend
most of their time worshipping my sexy body, but I'll make sure they fulfill
your every desire as well."

"I hope that you're prepared for a lifetime of unlimited feminine power,
untold physical pleasure and endless adventure, Nathan honey."

"Avery, you're the best girlfriend ever!"

"I like it when you call me that most of all."

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