Post #73 details my discovery of SUMMMER, the muscular blonde "dancer". Well, tonight I discovered "Joy", in more ways than one! Not being stupid, upon entering my favorite establishment I looked for SUMMER. In a matter of seconds, I caught a glimpse of her sitting at the bar with another "admirer". As planned, I scouted the other "staff" to see if SUMMER had any competition. At one of the outer stages I spied a tall, brunette dancing. Moving to the music, her statuesque physique sprung to attention, biceps rippling with every beat!

Following my radar, I approached and asked, "Do you workout?" "Joy" grinned and nodded affirmatively. When I pointed knowingly at her arms, Joy flexed her right biceps. A hard, sizeable ball of contracted arm muscle swelled. Joy looked at her arm and grinned at her symbol of strength! I clearly related my desire for a subsequent table dance...

Before a rock 'n' rollin' Joy could be pinned down for a TD, SUMMMER, alerted to my presence by my tipping her on the main stage, sat down beside me. She remembered my name! And that I liked muscle. She flexed her biceps repeatedly as we made small talk. I told SUMMER I believed JOY had serious arms and the blonde responded by yelling at JOY to "make a muscle". The powerful brunette flexed her right biceps! STRONG!!! According to prior calculations, I asked SUMMER if I could measure her biceps? Cheerfully open, the 5'3", 115lbs blonde extended her sleek right arm towards me....10-1/4" relaxed.....12-1/2" flexed.

About a half-an-hour later, JOY showed for a TD. I ordered her a drink, and revealed myself as a biceps-luster. Without hesitation JOY, the 5'4", 125lbs dancer hit multiple bi poses. I inquired about her strength, asking if she thought she could whip SUMMER in armwrestling. To my surprise, she said, "YES!" Seizing the moment of opportunity I had planned for, I offered to pay her the going rate for a TD to armwrestle SUMMER, with another payed-TD to the winner. JOY laughed and said, "I'll give you 2 TDs if I lose to SUMMER!". Yahooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waiting as patiently as one can in anticipation of the flesh-and-blood fulfillment of a Top Shelf fantasy, I beheld yet another obviously weight-trained dancer. She eagerly flexed her biceps for me (after the usual, "Do you work out"), but when I asked her how she would fare armwrestling SUMMER, the wiry blonde admitted,"She'd kick my ass!" I tipped her for her honesty, as well as her muscular development. Later she was to tell me she had qualified for the '98 Ms. Galaxy!! All that remained was to engage the blonde valkyrie, SUMMER, in the competition with JOY. Reluctant at first, SUMMER agreed to armwrestle JOY. I had to assure her I would pay for a TD even if she lost, which SUMMER conceded would happen. "I've never been any good at armwrestling!"

It felt like hours before SUMMER and JOY sat down at a booth in the pool room, ready to rumble. Before these luscious ladies tested their strength, we ordered drinks. Immediately, the conversation turned to my lust for feminine muscle. Knowing my needs, the ladies flexed their arms for my examination and amusement. I asked to measure JOY's arm. The brunette graciously complied...11" flexed. SUMMER smiled and told JOY her biceps were a full 1-1/2" bigger. JOY was clearly unimpressed.

More conversation led to the moment of truth. SUMMER and JOY placed their right arms on the table and adjusted their grip. I counted, "One, Two, Three....GO!" The arms of these warriors turned to knotted biceps and straining delts. Within seconds, JOY pushed to an early advantage. SUMMERS's scrumptious biceps swelled to meet the challenge.

Slowly but surely, JOY pressured SUMMER's arms towards the table. The blonde gave a valiant final effort, but to no avail. Showing immense, erotic strength, JOY forced the blonde's knuckles to defeat! When SUMMER complained about the grip, I centered their clenched fists. "One, Two, Three...GO!" Same sexy biceps. Same result, JOY simply overpowered SUMMER! The rest of my evening was spent enjoying the muscular bodies of the awesomely beautiful staff. But nothing can compare to the contest of strength...... Tex