Rick and Lizzie
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A mixed wrestling story


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��Aw, come on, Rick, it��d be a hoot!�� George said to his colleague. George
was standing outside Rick��s cubicle talking to him.

��If it would be such a hoot, why don��t you take her on,�� Rick asked George
pointedly.

��Me? Hell no! What would be the point in that? Everybody already knows she
could kick my fat ass! Have you seen the forearms on this chick?��

��Yes, I have,�� replied Rick. Rick hadn��t just seen Lizzie��s forearms; he
was impressed by them. Rick was impressed by a lot of what Lizzie had to
offer. Truth to tell, he would like to see more. However, since Rick had never
seen Lizzie outside of the office, he��d only seen her in business attire.
Even that gave him tantalizing hints of what her body had to offer.

��Besides, wouldn��t you love to have a chance to stick it to that bitch?��
George asked.

��Hey, George, come on; what has she ever done for you to call her a name like
that?�� Rick asked.

��You know what she did,�� George began, ��She came into this firm and in less
than a year became one of our top brokers! Shit! You and I used to be the tops
dogs around here until she showed up. If she wants to be top dog now, fine!
But when the top dog is also a female, that makes her a bitch, right?��

George and Rick worked for a small investment firm in Chicago. The firm
specialized in advising their clients on how to make money in the volatile
futures market. When George said that until Lizzie came along, he and Rick had
been the ��top dogs��, this was an exaggeration of his own status. The truth
is for the last three years, Rick had been by far the most successful broker
in the firm with George usually �" but not always - coming in a distant
second. To say that they shared ��top dog�� status was giving himself more
recognition than anyone else would.

Rick certainly didn��t think of George as his competition. Though Rick was a
very competitive person by nature, the person he competed with the most was
himself. He was one of those guys that always wanted to win at anything he
did. He was proud of the fact that at the relatively young age of 28 he��d
been the top broker at his firm for three years running. There were other
brokers, such as George, that were older and more experienced, but none of
them had the drive that Rick had.

All of that changed however, when Lizzie was hired by the firm just eight
months ago. Rick had never seen a rookie broker hit the ground running as hard
and as fast as she had. At the tender age of twenty-two, she was almost
immediately doing better than many brokers who had years more experience.
Within five months, she was outperforming George. Last month, only her seventh
on the job, she had a better month than even Rick. Now, in the middle of her
eighth month, Lizzie and Rick were neck-and-neck to see which one of them
would come out on top.

It wasn��t so much that Rick minded losing to a woman. Rick minded losing to
anyone. Even still, Rick was nothing if he wasn��t a fair minded man, and he
didn��t like the way George called Lizzie names just because she was good at
what she did. It made him wonder what his ��old buddy�� said about him behind
his back.

��That��s not funny,�� Rick responded to George��s name calling. ��Besides,
she��s always very nice to everyone �" including you.��

��That��s just it,�� said George, ��She too damn nice!��

This was the kind of ��logic�� that drove Rick right up the wall. Now the
problem was that Lizzie was ��too nice��. Finally, Rick decided to just put it
on the line. ��Look, George, Lizzie can��t help it if she��s good at her job.
What��s she supposed to do, be less competent so that you��ll like her
better?��

��Hey! I wouldn��t mind it if she��d play fair,�� George responded, ��But how
am I supposed to compete with those high heels and split skirts she wears? I
have to wear a tie to work, while she��s free to flash a little cleavage to
get an investor��s attention �" and business!��

George had him there. He was absolutely right that Lizzie used her
considerable good looks to get attention from the mostly male investors.
However, Rick knew that good looks would only get a broker so far. He wasn��t
above using his own ruggedly handsome features to flirt with female investors.
However, in order to be successful, a broker still had to deliver the goods
which was sound investment advice. In order to do that, they had to study and
know what they were talking about. No matter how thin you sliced it, it was
still pork bellies, and the truth was, Lizzie was good at what she did.

��Be fair,�� said Rick. ��You know as well as I do that for every male
investor that wants to do business with a pretty girl, there are two who
won��t trust a girl broker��s advice no matter how many times they��ve proven
themselves.��

Just then someone turned into the corridor where George was standing. ��What
was that about a ��girl broker��?�� asked Gail, the office manager and the
second biggest office instigator next to George.

Rick began to explain, ��I was just telling George here that�"��

Just then Betty, the receptionist walked up and asked, ��What are you guys
talking about?��

Before anyone else could answer, Gail said, ��I don��t know, but I overheard
Rick saying something to George about men not being able to trust a girl
broker��s advice!��

��Wait! That��s not what I said at all!�� Rick protested.

��Yes it is! I heard you say it!�� Gail insisted.

Betty who had always had a little crush on Rick said, ��Rick I��m surprised at
you!��

��But I didn��t say - ��

��You might as well stop trying to explain,�� George advised, ��Once these
hens start clucking there��s no stopping them!��

��Now wait just a minute,�� Rick said raising his voice trying to get a word
in edgewise.

��What��s all the yelling about?�� asked Steve, another of the firm��s
brokers, as he stepped out of his nearby cubicle to find out what the
commotion was about.

��I just caught Rick here making some very chauvinistic remarks about ��girl��
brokers,�� Gail explained. Then she added, ��The last I checked, there
weren��t any ��girls�� working here �" only women!��

��I know that,�� agreed Rick, ��I was just - ��

��I know what this is about,�� said Betty, ��You��re just jealous because
Lizzie did better than you last month!��

��That��s not it at all!�� Rick objected. At this point, Rick was beyond
frustrated. Here he was defending Lizzie against George��s derogatory remarks,
and now everyone thought he was the bad guy! George meanwhile stood there with
a shit-eating grin on his face enjoying the drama that he had started.

Then, as if things couldn��t get any worse, Lizzie walked up. ��Is this true,
Rick? Have you been talking about me behind my back?��

��No!�� Rick stated emphatically.

��Well, come on, Rick,�� George said, ��We were talking about her.��

��How could George suddenly sound like the voice of reason?�� Rick asked
himself. Again he tried to explain, ��Listen, I was trying to defend Lizzie.��

��That��s not what I heard,�� Gail said sarcastically.

��So which is it, Rick?�� Lizzie asked pointedly.

��Hey! I know how to settle this,�� George chimed in, ��Rick why don��t you
accept Lizzie��s challenge to a wrestling match?�� The ��challenge�� that
George was referring to had been issued a few days prior. During their lunch
break, a couple of the male brokers became engaged in an arm wrestling match.
Lizzie was the only woman present in the lounge at the time. During the match,
someone playfully suggested that Lizzie should take on the winner.

��Sure, why not?�� Lizzie responded much to everyone��s surprise. To their
further surprise, Lizzie ended up beating the winner rather decisively. ��I
work out,�� was her only explanation.

Before long, Lizzie accepted several more challenges from several more males
in the office and beat them all. Finally Rick was walking by and saw what was
going on. Lizzie challenged him, and with some effort, Rick defeated her to
become the reigning office champ. At this point, Lizzie playfully suggested,
��I��ll bet I could beat you in a real wrestling match.��

This bought several ��Ooohs,�� and ��Aahs,�� from the small gathered crowd.

Then Lizzie said flirtatiously, ��Come on, Rick, wouldn��t you like to roll
around with me on the floor?�� Rick��s only response was to smile back at the
pretty young woman.

No one really took Lizzie��s ��challenge�� seriously - not even Lizzie.
George, on the other hand couldn��t seem to get the idea out of his head. For
the next couple of days, George brought it up to Rick whenever he got the
chance. This ��challenge�� was what George meant earlier when he said ��It��d
be a hoot!�� to Rick. Now it looked like George might actually get the chance
to see his wish come true.

Rick in a moment of weakness gave in to his frustration. When George suggested
for the umpteenth time that Rick accept Lizzie��s ��challenge�� he said,
��I��m game if she is.��

Lizzie wanted to say no. Unfortunately, she felt somewhat boxed into a corner.
Here she was a woman competing in a traditionally male-dominated field. She
felt like if she backed out now, the good ol�� boys in the office would think
of her as weak and not give her the respect she deserved. Ironically, Lizzie
did NOT think of Rick as one of these ��good ol�� boys��. He had always
treated her as a respected colleague �" no more and no less. Yet, he was the
one she would have to face if she was going to get the respect she��d earned.
After a few seconds she said, ��You��re on.��

The details were quickly ironed out. George saw to that. The match would take
place at a nearby gym after work on Friday. Victory could be achieved either
by a three second pin or by submission. George had managed to weasel his way
to become the ��official�� referee.

After work on Friday, about half of the employees of the small firm - eight
people including Gail, Betty and Steve who��d witnessed part of the original
corridor ruckus - gathered at the gym to witness the event. Just before the
two opponents went to their respective locker rooms to change, Rick asked
Lizzie, ��Are you sure you want to go through with this?��

Lizzie looked back at the gathered co-workers and said, ��I think it��s too
late to back out now.��

��I guess you��re right,�� Rick agreed.

A few minutes later, Rick and Lizzie emerged from the locker rooms and went
over to the matted area of the gym where their co-workers had gathered. Rick
was wearing a loose tank top and baggie shorts. He looked like someone who had
once been in excellent shape but whose sedentary job had started to take its
toll. He still had impressively muscular arms and legs, but the muscle
definition was not what it had been three or four years ago. He made sure that
his tank top fully covered his midsection because he was a little embarrassed
at how flabby his once defined six pack abs had become. Of course, this was
mostly his ego talking because despite a few extra pounds, he still had a body
most 28 year old men would envy.

Lizzie was dressed in a two-piece black and pink spandex exercise suit. The
top stretched tight to cover her firm, round c-cup breasts. The top was low
cut enough to show just the tiniest hint of cleavage. Lizzie��s ripped, six
pack abs were uncovered and looked oh so enticing to Rick. ��Damn!�� he
thought to himself as he realize that even when he was in great shape, his own
abs were never that ripped. The lower half of Lizzie��s spandex suit stretched
mightily across her firm, muscular ass. Her ass was big and round and clearly
rock hard. George took one look at Lizzie��s ass a wished he could spend an
hour kissing each glute.

The muscles on Lizzie��s exposed arms and legs were all clearly defined. Once
again, Rick took note of the fact that Lizzie��s arm and leg muscles were more
ripped that his had been even at his peak. And speaking of peaks, when one of
the men in the little crowd said, ��Show us your biceps, Lizzie,�� she gladly
obliged. She flashed the group a dazzling smile and slooooowly tensed her arms
and flexed. Her lovely, feminine biceps grew and grew until they peaked out at
close to seventeen inches. In that moment, every man in the small crowd wished
it was them about to wrestle the muscular beauty. Most of them figured that
she would beat them pretty easily, but that��s what they secretly longed for.
Most of them wished to be forced to submit to her obvious power.

Ironically, this did not apply to Rick. Rick wanted to win. Even though he was
just as turned on as the other men (and secretly Gail) by Lizzie��s very
impressive muscular body, the desire to lose just wasn��t part of his DNA.

In addition to Lizzie��s spectacularly fit body, her face was also quite
attractive. Somehow she managed to avoid the wiry, almost masculine looking
faces that some muscular women have. Her face was soft and very inviting. Her
clear blue eyes were so bright that they almost seemed to generate their own
source of light. Her small feminine nose was in perfect proportion to the rest
of her face. Her lush lips seemed inclined to form a natural inviting smile.
Her medium long brown hair framed her face with light, loose curls.

Another thing that Rick and all the men present noticed was Lizzie��s lovely
tanned complexion. She didn��t have one of those fake looking spray on tans.
Nor did she have the look of someone who visited tanning salons twice a week.
Instead she looked like exactly what she was - someone who maintained a
healthy lifestyle and loved being in the out of doors. Lizzie radiated fitness
and vitality.

Despite Lizzie��s fit body and healthy aura, seeing her standing next to Rick
reminded everyone just how mismatched these two opponents actually were. Rick
was a big guy; at 6��2�� he was nine inches taller than the 5��5�� Lizzie.
Furthermore, he outweighed her by at least 75 pounds. By any objective
standards, this didn��t look like a very fair match.

Looking down at Lizzie, Rick suddenly realized how silly this must have looked
to others. He realized what a no win situation he��d gotten himself into. He
figured that the smartest thing to do was to get this fiasco over with as
quickly as possible. ��Let��s get this over with,�� he announced.

��Yes, let��s do it,�� Lizzie agreed as she tied her brown hair back into a
tight ponytail.

As Rick and Lizzie made their way to the center of the matted area, George
made a big fuss calling the contest an ��office grudge match�� and ��the
ultimate match in the battle of the sexes��. The more and louder he talked,
the more he drew the attention of the other patrons of the gym. A few even
wandered over to see what was up. ��Great!�� Rick thought to himself, ��This
is going to make even less sense to strangers.��

After making a more than sufficient hullabaloo (and ass of himself) George
gave the signal for Rick and Lizzie to begin wrestling. As Rick and Lizzie
locked arms, Rick could not help but be impressed by the size and feel of
Lizzie��s sexy muscles. As she jerked around trying to get leverage on her
much bigger opponent, Rick could feel Lizzie��s budging biceps growing and
shifting in his hands. Despite the battle the two were engaging in, he
couldn��t help but feel aroused.

��Hey! Wait a minute,�� Lizzie teased, ��I just realized that you��re bigger
than me!�� Rick couldn��t help but chuckle at Lizzie��s joke.

Despite her best efforts, Lizzie quickly realized that locking arms with Rick
like this was a grave mistake. This was probably the worst possible strategy
for her to use against an opponent who had such a height, weight and strength
advantage. Even still, Lizzie struggled on. She tried slipping under his arms
and squeezing his body in a bear hug. This is a tactic that would most likely
have worked against a smaller, weaker opponent. As it was, it just gave Rick
the opportunity to wrap his much longer, stronger arms around Lizzie��s
shoulders and back.

Then, using his weight advantage, Rick was able to shift his weight and using
his long leg to trip up the lighter woman he easily brought Lizzie down to the
mat. Despite her relative strength and her determination, not even Lizzie
could counterbalance the laws of physics

Maintaining his tight grip around her shoulders, when they both came down to
the mat, Rick had Lizzie in a very vulnerable position. Once they hit the
ground, it was easy for Rick to maintain his tight grip on Lizzie and using
his weight advantage he quickly maneuvered her to her back with his full body
weight on top of her.

When Lizzie realized she was about to be pinned, she struggled fiercely.
Unfortunately for the brave young woman, her arms were firmly pined to her
sides. She was able to kick violently with her legs, but to nearly no avail.
Kicking her legs and flopping on the ground the way she was made her resemble
a fish flopping on the side of a river. She had the added burden of having to
carry the additional weight of a much bigger fish.

Despite the tight grip Rick had on her, Lizzie nearly managed to slip out.
Regardless of her valiant effort, Rick was able to shift his body in such a
way that Lizzie��s shoulders were pinned for the three count.

Rick won.

No one was really surprised by this outcome although Gail was visibly
disappointed. Lizzie for her part was gracious in defeat and offered Rick her
hand to shake. Rick took her relatively small hand in his and said, ��I have
to admit you put up a better fight than I thought you would.��

��Thanks, so did you,�� Lizzie joked back. She was being such a good sport
about the whole thing that Rick felt compelled to admit something that he
would not otherwise have said out loud.

��The truth is, pound for pound, you��re a better wrestler than I am.��

��Well . . . thank you, Captain Obvious!�� Lizzie joked.

��What��s that supposed to mean?�� Rick asked visibly annoyed.

Lizzie was embarrassed. She meant the comment to sound playful and funny.
However, as soon as the words were out of her mouth she realized she��d made a
mistake. Lizzie had a rather unique sense of humor that others didn��t always
��get��.

Before she could explain, good old George chimed in, ��Geez, my buddy here is
gracious enough to say what he said, and Princess Muscles here goes and
insults him. I��ll tell you, some women are never satisfied until they��re
carrying some guy��s balls around in their pocket!��

Lizzie looked at Rick, not sure how to fix this and said, ��Oh, come on . . .
. ��

Rick looked back and said, ��Well, he does have a point.�� Then Rick added
something that to this day he doesn��t why how the thought popped into his
head. ��Do you want to go two out of three?��

Lizzie too is at a loss to explain it, but somehow she heard herself saying,
��Sure!��

Before either of them could change their minds, George announced loudly,
��Round two begins in five minutes!��

Rick spent the five minutes brooding. Lizzie spent the time stretching,
strategizing and drinking water.

When the second fall began, Rick tried to lock arms with Lizzie again.
Realizing that this was a losing proposition for her, Lizzie avoided this by
ducking under Rick��s attack and quickly sliding around to his side. From this
position she was able to quickly apply a tight bear hug that he was not able
to counterbalance.

��Didn��t see that one coming did you?�� Lizzie teased her opponent. Then in
an impressive display of strength, Lizzie picked up the larger man and slammed
him hard down on the mat. Her slam, the force of gravity and the
unexpectedness of this move was enough to leave Rick temporarily disoriented.

Never being one to miss an opportunity, Lizzie seized on Rick��s confusion and
quickly jumped on his back as he lay on his stomach on the floor. Before Rick
really knew what was going on, Lizzie grabbed his two long arms and managed to
tie them up with her two strong legs. If Lizzie had tried to tangle Rick��s
arm up with her own, he could have used his superior strength to break free.
However, Lizzie��s powerful legs were strong enough to restrict Rick��s arms -
especially behind his back in such an awkward position.

It didn��t take Rick long to figure out what a vulnerable situation he was in.
He was lying helpless on his stomach with his strong opponent sitting on his
back with his arms tied up and useless. He tried as best he could to buck the
smaller woman off his back. ��Ride ��em, Cowgirl!�� Lizzie joked.

Realizing that he didn��t have the leverage to throw her off his back, Rick
asked, ��So what do we do now?��

Lizzie replied, ��Are you willing to submit?��

��Not on your life,�� Rick answered.

��I really wish you would,�� explained Lizzie, ��Otherwise I��ll have to use
my free hands to cause you pain, and I��d rather not do that.��

Rick considered what Lizzie was saying. He realized that he was more or less
at her mercy at this point. He knew that she was right, but surrendering was
simply not an option. Finally he said, ��Do what you have to do.��

Lizzie placed both her hands, one on top of the other, under Rick��s chin and
began to pull back. She bent his neck, shoulders and upper back up as she sat
on his lower back, his arms pinned to his side. Everyone present could see
that Rick was in a great deal of pain. Still, he would not submit.

��Please,�� Lizzie said, ��Don��t make me keep hurting you. You��re beaten;
admit it.��

Something about the way she said this touched Rick��s heart. He realized that
the longer he held out, the more pain both of them would endure. Though he had
to practically spit the words to get them out, he said, ��I . . . give up.��

Lizzie gratefully got up and off her opponent. She hated that she had to
resort to such methods to win. Despite the situation they found themselves in,
she liked Rick and hated that she had to cause him pain and humiliation this
way.

Rick quietly stretched the kinks out of his shoulders and back and extended
his hand to Lizzie. ��Nice job,�� he said.

��I��m sorry,�� Lizzie responded.

��Why? You only did what you had to do.�� Lizzie could tell by the grim
determination in Rick��s eyes that this was his way of telling her that now he
was going to do whatever he had to in order to win the third fall.

Rick��s somber mood was not helped any by the murmurs he heard through the
crowd. ��Whoa, she beat him . . . made him give up . . . ��s got to sting! . .
. by a girl! . . . can��t believe it . . . not so tough!��

Rick wanted to go over and ask some of the commentators if they��d like to
take his place in the third fall. Better yet, how would they like to take
Lizzie��s place and face him man-to-man? However, this was not Rick��s way.
He��d gotten himself into this mess, and he was going to honorably get himself
out.

In between falls, Lizzie made a point of drinking more water.

In the third fall, Rick was determined not to be outmaneuvered again. Lizzie
was determined not to be overpowered.

When George gave the signal to begin, the two opponents began circling one
another. Both seemed wary of making a hasty first move, and yet they were both
sure that success depended on not letting their opponent make the first move.
For a moment as they orbited one another their eyes locked. They gave each
other a look that they both instantly knew was one of mutual respect.

��Shall we dance?�� Lizzie playfully asked.

��Yes, let us dance,�� Rick jokingly replied. Each suspected that perhaps
something else was taking place. Could it be mutual attraction? Both
suspected; neither could be sure.

Then boom! Just like that the moment was over. The argument would rage on for
years about who was the first to break up this tender moment and go on the
attack. The truth was, they attacked each other at precisely the same instant.

Rick did his best to lock arms with Lizzie again, but this time Lizzie was
having none of it. She twisted, squirmed and fought as hard as she could to
keep this from happening. Rick found that it was almost impossible to get a
secure grip on the gyrating young woman. This was partly because by this time,
her body was drenched in sweat. This was part of Lizzie��s victory plan. This
is why she made a point of drinking plenty of water between falls. She
understood that more water in meant more sweat out when she was exerting and
overheating this way.

Lizzie did her best to get on Rick��s side or behind him. Rick was determined
not to let this happen. Whenever Lizzie tried to outflank him, Rick would
quickly turn in the direction necessary to prevent it. That��s when Lizzie saw
her opening.

Using all her stealth and quickness, she faked towards Rick��s left and then
shifted towards his right. When he figured out what she was doing, he shifted
again so quickly that he found himself off balance and lurching towards her.
Lizzie tucked under his outstretched arms and lifted him using his own
momentum to carry him over her back. When she quickly bolted upright, Rick
found himself being flipped onto the mat. Hard.

Once again Lizzie had found a method to bring Rick down to the floor that left
him dazed and confused. She quickly took advantage and pounced on him like a
jungle cat. By this time, both wrestlers were drenched with sweat and near
exhaustion. This is where Lizzie��s superior conditioning paid off.

Rick felt Lizzie��s powerful biceps clenching him around his neck and under
his left knee. He could feel her biceps expanding as she tightened her grip on
him. Despite his best effort, he could feel his leg and his chin being
inexorably drawn together.

��I think that maybe I��ve got you now,�� Lizzie whispered in Rick��s ear.

��No way,�� Rick responded through clenched teeth. And yet he could see his
knee slowly being pulled up towards his face. It��s ironic that this hold is
called the cradle Rick thought, because right now I feel about as helpless as
a baby.

Once again he heard murmurs through the crowd. ��She��s got him! . . . hard to
believe . . . the humiliation . . . If I hadn��t seen it . . . outwrestled by
a woman! What a wimp! Damn, look at her bulging muscles! She could pin me
anytime!��

Those words fueled Ricks desire to win. He tried to come up with one last
surge of energy, but when he tapped his last reserves, he found he was running
on empty. Both grapplers were dripping with sweat. Lizzie was gradually able
to lock her hands together, and she rolled Rick on his shoulders long enough
for George to make the three count.

When she released him, Rick sat up stunned and embarrassed by the outcome. One
look at Lizzie and he could see that she was just as stunned. Her eyes were
wide and he heard her say quietly to herself, ��I won; I can��t believe I won.
I beat a man, a grown man, at wrestling.�� The spot where they were sitting
was literally a puddle of sweat.

She stood and gave herself thumbs up. Then she did a couple of fist pumps and
gave a few high fives to people in the small crowd that watching.

��Way to go, Lizzie, I knew you could do it all the time,�� stated George.

Rick sat on the mat with his elbows on his knees and watched the beautiful
girl celebrate her victory. He knew that he should have been resentful, and he
was a little. However, despite himself, he couldn��t help but feel a little
proud of what Lizzie had accomplished. If she had been obnoxious about it or
acted like she expected to win, he wouldn��t have had this reaction. But the
fact that she was surprised to have won and was making an effort to keep her
victory celebration low-key made him feel warm towards her.

There were still comments being made by the crowd about how embarrassing it
must be for Rick to be defeated this way. The comment that Rick heard that
bothered him the most was ��First she outperforms at work, and then she kicks
his ass . . . .�� However, Rick was determined to rise above it.

He walked over slowly to Lizzie who was still feeling the thrill of victory
and he extended his hand. ��You won fair and square,�� he said. Lizzie
gratefully took his hand. As soon as their hands touched no one else in the
gym mattered to either one of them. Their focus became entirely fixed on each
other. A surge of energy passed through them that neither had ever felt
before. They only knew they wanted to feel more.

True to her aggressive nature Lizzie asked, ��Are you as turned on right now
as I am?��

��More,�� was Rick��s one word response.

��I live near here,�� Lizzie informed.

��I��ll drive,�� Rick offered. They didn��t wait to change clothes. They
didn��t stop to take showers. They barely hesitated long enough to retrieve
their clothes and wallets before they left.

By the time anyone else thought to ask, ��Hey, where did they go?�� they were
halfway to Lizzie��s apartment. When they got there, they could not wait to
tear each other��s clothes off. They were still hot and sweaty when they began
to make love. They were even hotter and sweatier when they finished. And
hotter and sweatier still after the second time. By the time they stopped,
Lizzie��s sheets were soaking wet with sweat and . . . other bodily fluids.

As Lizzie and Rick lay naked in each other��s arms, Lizzie rubbed her hand
over Rick��s manly chest and said, ��I just looove your muscles.��

Rick bristled slightly at this and said, ��Are you making fun of me?��

��Why would you ask such a thing?�� Lizzie asked.

��Well, considering that a few hours ago you pinned me to the mat...��

��Don��t be silly,�� Lizzie said. She could see that Rick was feeling
conflicted so she tried to put things into perspective for him. She sat up,
resting on her elbow and asked him, ��You like my body �" my muscles - don��t
you?��

��That��s an understatement,�� Rick answered.

��Would you like them any less if you had won?��

��Of course not; that��s ridiculous!��

��Well it��s the same for me, just because I won doesn��t mean that I don��t
find your big, sexy muscles.�� After having her say, Lizzie lay back down and
rested her head on Rick��s masculine shoulder. As she hugged him and snuggled
her head tighter into his shoulder she emitted a sweet, soft sigh. It was a
sound that could only be interpreted as complete, serene bliss. At that
moment, Rick knew what had to be done.

TWO DAYS LATER IN A HOTEL SUITE IN LAS VEGAS

Once again Lizzie and Rick were lying naked in bed and cuddling.

��Hmmmmm, that was nice,�� Lizzie said.

��How many times was that?�� Rick asked.

��I don��t know; I lost count,�� said Lizzie. Then she added playfully, ��If
you��d had this much stamina in the gym you would have beat me.��

��Forget the gym,�� Ricked shot back, ��I��m still going to kick your ass
where it really counts �" in the office.��

��What difference does it make? Now that we��re married, all of our money is
shared assets,�� Lizzie point out.

��You think I��m going to share my money with you?�� Rick teased.

��I��ll wrestle you for it!��

��Okay! Best two out of three.��

And they live competitively ever after . . . .

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