Monica, The Bouncer
By AmazonFan
A powerful woman interviews for a bouncer's job

Must be a sign of the times.  The booming economy.  A few years 
ago I had no trouble finding good help for my bar.  Nowadays with 
unemployment low and all these better paying jobs around, it's like 
a revolving door here.  These young kids work here a couple of 
months, then they find something paying more and move on.

I was looking for a bouncer.  My place is usually pretty safe, but it 
draws a mix of blue collar types and young professionals because 
the neighborhood is kind of mixed like that (the young rich kids are 
moving back to the area, scooping up low priced housing.)  So 
every once in a while on a Friday or Saturday, when the booze is 
really flowing, tempers can flare.  That's when I'm glad I've got a 
bouncer in the corner ready to calm things down in a hurry.

I had a sign outside the bar and a newspaper ad running for a week 
and a half.  The first couple of guys who showed up looked like 
criminals.  Not exactly the image I was going for.  I had one more 
guy who called and made an appointment to come see me around 
4:00 in the afternoon on Monday, the one day of the week my joint 
is closed.

At 4:05 I was sitting at the bar, nursing a Guinness when I heard 
the door open. I turned around and was surprised to see a tall 
blonde striding confidently towards me.  Her long hair was swept up 
in a bun.  She was wearing baggy sweat pants and an extra large 
sweatshirt that hung down to mid thigh.  As oversized as it was, it 
couldn't hide the fact that she had a prodigious pair of tits.

"Hi, I'm Monica.  Monica Muller.  I came for the job," she said, 
extending her hand and giving me a very firm handshake.  "Are you 
the owner?"

"Hi.  I'm Bill Galvin," I replied.  "I guess you could call me that.  I'm 
the guy who administers the debts.  Look, I'm really glad you 
stopped by, Monica, but we haven't had any dancers here in a long 
time."  My eyes floated up and down her torso and I smiled.  
"Though you look like you might make me want to reconsider."

"Dancer?" she laughed.  "I saw the sign outside.  I'm here for the 
bouncer's job."

I must have given her a quick double take.  I took a long sip of 
Guinness to compose my thoughts, so that I wouldn't say anything 
that would get me in trouble with the Equal Opportunity 
Employment Gestapo.

"Oh, sorry, my mistake." I smiled.  "But I think I have that job filled 
already."

At that moment, the door swung open and in walked the 4:00 
appointment.  This guy about 5'6", looking like a bodybuilder, came 
sauntering up to us.  At first he gave Monica a long look, clearly 
unperturbed by the fact that she was four or five inches taller.

"Hi, Mike Gallica," he said, extending a beefy hand towards mine.  
"I'm here about that bouncer job we talked about on the phone."

"Hi, Mike.  I'm Bill Galvin."

"Hey, wait a minute.  I thought this job was filled," Monica 
interrupted.

Now I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.  I couldn't just 
give the job to Gallica.  I didn't know a damn thing about him.  He 
sure looked the part - barrel chest, huge arms, thick neck.  But 
what if he was some kind of wild man?  I've seen bouncers like 
that, and let me tell you, I'm not carrying enough insurance for 
anybody like that.

Mike started laughing.  "No offense to women's lib or anything, 
sweetie, but a bouncer's no job for a girl."

You could see Monica bristle.  "No offense to Neanderthal thinking," 
she shot back.  "But a 'girl' can be a helluva good bouncer because 
no one's expecting her to be one."

I sort of understood her logic, but Gallica wasn't buying it, for 
obvious reasons.

"Oh I'm sure you're real good at the sweet talk, but when things get 
out of hand, a bouncer's got to step in and break things up fast.  
How the hell are you going to do that?" he challenged.

"I rarely have to resort to the use of force," she said coolly.  "By the 
time they stop staring at my boobs, I've maneuvered them halfway 
out the door."  She paused and looked down at her chest.  "Yeah, 
I'm used to guys staring at these.  Good distractions."  Then she 
turned back and gave Gallica an icy stare, "But when I have to get 
rough, it's over before it starts."

Gallica chuckled and shuffled his feet, staring down at the dark 
wood floor and muttering "Bull fucking shit" under his breath.

"Bill, I have a question for you.  Besides references and that sort of 
thing, do you like to see how your bouncers handle themselves 
before they get the job?" Monica asked.

"Yeah, I'd want to make sure I've got somebody who can do the 
job," I replied.

Then she turned back to Gallica.  "So do you want to be the 
bouncer or the bouncee?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.  Mentally I took one point away 
from him for being slow on the uptake.

"If I can throw you out of here then I get the job.  If I can't it's yours," 
she replied.

"Nah, this is some kind of trick.  I'm not going in for that," he said.

"Backing down from a girl?" she laughed.  "What the hell kind of 
bouncer are you?"

That got his dander up.  "All right sweetie," he sneered.  "Just 
remember that this was your idea."

"You two break anything, you pay for it," I warned.

Monica strode over to what passes for my dance floor and gave 
Gallica the come hither gesture with her finger.  She peeled off the 
sweat pants to reveal a pair of the longest sexiest strongest looking 
pair of legs I've even seen on a woman.  Her thighs were shapely 
but big and very hard looking.  She turned around to reveal bowling 
ball sized hard glutes encased in a thong bottom.

Gallica wolf whistled.  "What's this?  A little strip show?"

"Just don't like getting things messed up," she replied coolly.  "In 
case you're an easy bleeder."

Gallica stripped off his shirt and I felt bad for Monica.  The guy 
looked like he lived in a gym.  Huge chest, rock hard stomach, and 
arms twice the size of mine.

Monica didn't seem fazed.  She grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt 
and pulled it up over her head.  I think my jaw dropped!  What a 
fucking body!  She was wearing one of those sexy sports bras that 
showed an ocean on cleavage from her full firm breasts.  Her 
shoulders were broad and capped with big delts.  Her stomach was 
washboard flat and hard.  But it was her upper arms that really 
stood out.  I felt like I had toothpicks for arms compared to hers.  As 
she quickly limbered up, she flexed her arms and the biceps 
exploded into huge hard balls.

"Pretty good guns for a broad," Gallica commented.

"Yours are for show.  Mine are for power," she said.

Gallica just laughed.  "What a fucking attitude on this broad," he 
said, winking at me.  "Though I got to admit I'm going to feel bad 
messing up such a pretty package."

Monica took one quick step forward and then spun, lashing out with 
her leg, slamming her heel into the middle of his stomach.  Gallica 
was knocked back a step, clutching his gut.  She sprang forward 
and hit him with two left jabs and a right hook to his jaw that 
snapped his head back and knocked him down.  She kicked him 
hard to the rib cage four or five times and Gallica suddenly looked 
like he was in trouble.

She reached down and grabbed him by his hair and started pulling 
him to his feet.  Gamely he tried fighting back by throwing a right 
hook into her stomach.  His fist couldn't even make a dent in her 
armor-plated abs.  His fist reared back again and this time he 
punched her right in the breast.  Monica howled and stumbled back 
a few steps, clutching her boob.

Gallica laughed and went lumbering straight for her.  He grabbed 
her around the waist and picked her up in a bear hug, wrapping his 
big meaty arms around her and crushing her body against his.

Monica gasped for air and flung her head back in pain.  He had her 
arms trapped against her sides.  Clearly, Gallica was enjoying 
himself.  "Having a little trouble breathing?" he laughed.  He shot a 
sideways look at me.  "This feels pretty good," he said, motioning 
with his head towards her breasts.  As hard as he was squeezing, I 
noticed that her breasts hardly flattened, an indication that she was 
amazingly firm.

Starved for air, Monica was losing the battle to free her arms from 
the gorilla.  Gallica has bouncing her in his arms, telling her she 
was finished.  Suddenly she reared her head back and then 
whipped it forward, headbutting him squarely in the nose.  Gallica 
wailed, dropping Monica and clutching his nose.

"You fucking bitch!  You broke it!" he moaned as the blood gushed.

She stepped up to him and rammed her knee into his stomach.  His 
hands went from his face to his gut as the air was knocked out of 
him.  She delivered a searing backhand to his face and then 
grabbed the top of his head, forcing him to bend over.  She brought 
her knee up quickly again, kicking him in the face.  His head 
snapped back and he stumbled back, almost losing his balance.

Monica looked fully recovered as she charged at him.  She shot 
one hand between his legs and then amazed me by effortlessly 
scooping him up.  She kept lifting him, pressing him all the way 
over her head!  She looked at me to see my reaction.  She smiled 
as she saw my mouth was wide open.

Gallica yelled, "Put me down!!"  Monica smiled, seeming all too 
happy but to oblige him.  Suddenly she dropped to one knee, 
simultaneously slamming his back across her massive thigh.  He let 
out the kind of deep groan that tells you a man is in dire pain.  
Monica stretched him over her leg in a back breaker, holding him 
down with her hands on his chest and his legs.  She pressed down 
hard with each, arching his spine and making him scream out in 
agony.  Her left hand slid up his chest to his neck and her fingers 
tightened around his throat.  Her other hand slid between his legs 
and cupped his balls.

"I could get even with you for that really cheap shit cheap shot 
punch to my boobs," she sneered.

"No!  No!  Please!" he pleaded.

"Then why don't you tell Mr. Galvin here who's got the bouncer's 
job."

He looked in panic into her eyes, seeing the cold determination and 
then he looked at me with a pleading expression.  I wasn't going to 
interfere or say anything.  The two of them had agreed to decide it 
this way.

"Please lady, I need this job," he pleaded.

"It's a little late in the game to be asking for pity," she said.  She put 
her fists together and slammed them into his gut.  He coughed and 
groaned and while he was consumed with his pain she deftly 
swung around behind him and scissored him between those long 
legs.

He looked right and left, seeing her massively muscled thighs 
encasing his gut.  "Oh no," he murmured, fully realizing the trap he 
was in.  She held him in check, letting him try to pry his way out.  
She looked at me and smiled, knowing she was in control, enjoying 
his desperation.

"Want to see how quickly he gives up?" she asked me.  "Unless he 
wants to have his ribs cracked, he'll do the smart thing and not find 
out how strong these legs are."  The expression on her face 
changed from a smile to one of intense concentration.  The huge 
muscles of her quads and hamstrings swelled even further and 
suddenly Gallica was writhing in agony.

"NO!  NO!  NO!!!" he squealed.  I was amazed and a bit scared to 
think that she had instantly reduced him to a blithering victim.  
"PLEASE NO MORE!" he cried.  "The job is yours."

With that, Monica began to rock her body forward and back, rolling 
him forward and back along with her.  She pulled back a little 
further each time, moving her hands under her hips to brace 
herself.  Then with a final heave, she rolled back and lifted her ass 
right off the floor, holding herself up by holding her hips.  Gallica 
was suspended off the floor, a dangling prisoner of her mighty 
thighs.  I was awed that she could support his weight, lifting him 
that way.

She glanced at me with an expression that said, "Can you see what 
I'm pulling off here?" and I could tell that she knew that I fully 
appreciated what an awesome display of strength she was putting 
on.  Then she squeezed her thighs hard and Gallica let out a 
chilling scream.  If she had kept it up I think he would have passed 
out.

"NO!  NO!!  MY RIBS!  YOU'RE BREAKING THEM!" he screamed.

Monica parted her thighs as she shoved him away.  He flopped to 
the floor, clutching his sides.  She stood over him, watching him 
suffer.  She bent down and grabbed him by the hair.  He pleaded 
with her to leave him alone.  But she pulled him to his feet and 
picked him up, tossing him on top of her shoulder.  She walked 
across the bar out to the front door and swung it open.  Then she 
dumped Gallica out the door and slammed it shut behind him.

She smiled at me as she walked back across the floor to the stool I 
was sitting on.  I noticed she wasn't even breathing heavily.  She 
didn't seem to be in any hurry to put her sweats back on.  I think 
she was enjoying the display she'd put on and showing off her 
magnificent physique.

"So what do you say we start over on that conversation about the 
bouncer's job," she laughed.  "I think I've got the credentials, don't 
you?"  She ran her hands over her hard stomach and up over her 
big biceps, flexing them for me.

"You're pretty awesome," I stammered.  Having seen her take that 
guy apart and having her showing off right in front of me was 
intimidating me.  "Like Wonder Woman."

"Don't worry.  I only use my powers for good," she chuckled.  She 
reached forward and touched my arm.

"You feel like you could use a personal trainer, or maybe a 
bodyguard.  I provide those services too," she smiled.

"I'm a slave to this joint," I said.  "No time to go to the gym."

"You could work out right here, instead of sitting around swilling 
Guinness," she replied.

There was something about the way she was grinning at me that 
made me feel like she was flirting with me.  Probably to make sure 
she got the job.  I decided to flirt too.

"I don't know about the personal trainer stuff, but I might take you 
up on being my bodyguard.  Would you throw yourself over me to 
protect me?" I asked.

"Of course!" she laughed, playing along.  "But to be an effective 
bodyguard, I'd have to be at your side all the time.  Do you think 
you could handle that?"  She took a step closer to me, letting me 
catch a whiff of her perfume.  "I locked the door when I threw the 
gorilla out," she whispered.  "I have a confession to make, Bill."

"What, Monica?"

She slid her hands over the tops of my thighs, parting them so she 
could step even closer.

"Whenever I get physical with a guy and make him submit, make 
him say he gives, make him yield to these muscles ... " She was 
raising herself up tall, swelling her chest as she inhaled.  "I get 
really really horny."

"Whoa!  Hold it right there," I stuttered.  "Look Monica you're an 
incredibly hot woman but I have this rule about fooling around with 
the help. Trust me.  It comes from experience."

"Oh please.  You're not going to start in on me with rules are you?" 
She ran her hands over my chest.  She slid her hands under my 
armpits and lifted me off the stool and onto the bar.

"See how easy that was?  You're light as a feather."  She pulled my 
topsiders off in a flash.

"Monica!  I'm serious!"

"So am I, Bill.  Seriously horny.  Unless you have another guy 
stashed behind the bar or in the storeroom, you're my man."

"You can't do this!"

"Of course I can, Bill.  And guess what?  I think you want me to."

Damn!  The woman could read my mind.

"I'll just make you submit, Bill.  That way you wouldn't really be 
breaking your rules.  I'd be breaking you." She grinned impishly.

I tried to slide off the bar, but Monica held me by my sides.  Our 
eyes locked.

"You're a little excited, aren't you?" she said knowingly.

"YYYYess," I stammered.

"There was something about the look in your eyes, Bill. Judging by 
the way you've been gawking at my muscles, when you saw me lift 
that other guy way over my head, I sensed you got turned on by 
what you saw."

"That was god-awful strong," I confessed.

"And he was a lot heavier and a lot stronger than you," she grinned.

I think I gulped nervously.

"Of course he wasn't the type to get turned on by a really strong 
woman with really nice muscles," she cooed.  "Which means he 
wasn't really my type.  But when I find a guy who gets hot seeing 
me flex - ooohhh ... that makes me want to really do a number on 
him.  I get so aroused turning guys onto my body.  Now Bill, what 
do my muscles do to your dick?"

Monica clenched her left hand in a tight fist and twisted her wrist, 
forcing her sinewy forearm to swell.  She slowly bent her arm at the 
elbow, bringing the fist up towards her shoulder.  We both watched 
the explosive growth in her biceps as the muscle responded to her 
flexing, becoming huge and so well defined.

"You didn't answer my question, Bill," she teased.  She looked to 
see my reaction, first looking at my eyes and then dropping her 
gaze to my crotch. She lowered and raised her fist several times, 
flexing harder, working the muscle.  I swear I could see it getting 
even bigger right before my eyes!

"That's so incredible!" was all I could manage to say.

"So you DO like it, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded yes.  What point was there in concealing the obvious?

"Would you like to feel it?" she invited, turning sideways and 
leaning in towards me.  Her magnificent arm bulged right before my 
eyes.  I reached out nervously with my fingers, gently brushing her 
skin.  The flesh was exquisitely soft, but I could feel that there was 
granite underneath.  I spread my hand wide to hold it, but my hand 
couldn't fit even half way around!

"I think they're about 18 inches," she said.  "But I haven't measured 
them in a while.  I don't care how big they get, just how strong I get.  
That's the point I was making to Gallica."

I've never measured my arms, and I certainly wouldn't have wanted 
to measure mine right then.  It was obvious that she was several 
inches bigger than me ... several.  I just wish I'd had a long sleeve 
shirt on.  I guess she could sense my being self-conscious.

"Don't worry, Bill," she smiled.  "I'm just a big girl.  Hell, I outweigh 
you too.  So what if your arms aren't as big as mine?  Doesn't 
bother me.  And you clearly like mine."

I'd weighed myself that morning ... 160 pounds.  Now she had me 
curious about how much all that muscle packed on her body 
weighed.

"What do you tip the scales at?" I inquired.

"Oh you want to know all the facts and figures, don't you?" she 
grinned.  "Want to know how big a muscle girl is who can snap you 
in two?  Five feet ten inches.  193 pounds.  Forty three inch chest, 
D cup.  Twenty seven.  Thirty eight.  And yes, they're real."

"I never said they weren't," I protested.

"I know, but no one believes it when they see them," she winked, 
crossing her hands and fingering the undersides of her sports bra.

"Don't take that off," I warned.  "I told you I won't mess around with 
employees."

"And I told you that I was taking the matter into my own hands, 
literally and figuratively," she laughed.  "You've already got a hard 
on just watching me flex.  Can you honestly tell me you don't want 
to see these puppies?"

"I can't let you do that," I protested.

"I can do anything I want because I'm way too strong for you to stop 
me," she countered calmly.

She grabbed me by the belt buckle and pulled me towards her, 
sliding me to the edge of the bar.  I grabbed her wrists thinking I 
pull her hands off my buckle.  No such luck!  She just showed off by 
flexing her arms, rendering her hands immovable.

"Like I said, way too strong" she smirked.

Shoving my hands aside, she undid the buckle and quickly slid the 
zipper down.  "Looks like we have to relieve the pressure down 
here," she said.  She slid her hand inside my pants and gently 
squeezed my cock.  "My, my," she smiled.  "Who'd have thought 
you'd be so nicely hung?"  She shoved me flat on my back and 
yanked my pants and underwear off.  My cock sprang to full 
attention.  As I sat up, still sitting on the edge of the bar, Monica 
pulled her bra off over her head.  Her areolas were boyishly small, 
but the nipples were already hard.  As she had boasted, they were 
so firm you'd have sworn they were implants.  I found myself just 
staring at them and getting even harder.

She gripped my cock with both hands.  "Mmmm, I love it when it's 
more than two hand's worth," she purred.  "How would you like to 
cum?  Hand?  Mouth?  Or my boobs?"

"Whoa lady!  What are you saying?" I managed to ask.

"Trust me, sweetie, you'll never last long enough for me the first 
time.  No guy ever has.  So why not just get it over with and start 
you on your way to your second erection?  Then you'll have the 
staying power to satisfy me."

Now I might not be a porn star, but I do pride myself in my ability to 
last.  But something told me that Monica knew what she was talking 
about.  Her whole body was so sleek, strong and sexy that I was 
already on the verge of shooting my load and all she was doing 
was holding my cock!

"You know I'm right," she grinned, reading my mind again!  She slid 
her hands around me, grabbing hold my ass.

"I'll tell you what I think," she continued.  "You can do yourself with 
your hand, and lots of women could give you a blow job, but only a 
woman with breasts this big could fuck you with them."  She slid in 
closer and pulled me towards her.  I tried to push her away, but it 
was impossible to budge her.  Her breasts pushed against my cock, 
which slid right into her deep cleavage.  She pulled her arms closer 
together, pressing her breasts tighter.  She slowly raised up and 
down, sliding my cock between her globes.  I couldn't help but stare 
at the sight.

"Holy shit.  That feels incredible!" I moaned.  She just looked me in 
the eyes and smiled.  "No one's ever done anything like this to me," 
I confessed.

"Well I bet you that no one will ever be able to do this," she said.  
With that, she lifted me off the bar, still pressing her breasts against 
my hard cock.  I couldn't believe she was so strong she could tit 
fuck me holding me in mid-air!  Having me off the bar actually made 
it easier for her to rub me up and down.  Her arms ballooned as her 
firm pecs enveloped my erection.  The sight and the sensation was 
too much for me and I quickly felt my balls tighten as I shot a huge 
load all over her chest.

"See?  I told you that wouldn't take long," she chuckled, sitting me 
back down on the bar.  I felt completely spent.  She walked around 
behind the bar and found a towel and wiped herself clean, but not 
before tasting my cum.  "Mmmm.  Not bad," she grinned.

"That was unbelievable," I finally managed to speak.  "How'd you 
know you'd make me cum so fast?"

"It was easy to see that you were really turned on," she said 
confidently.  "I knew that lifting you off the bar would really blow 
your mind."

"It did."

"Well I'm still horny big boy, so how long is it going to be before you 
get that up again?" she asked, pointing to my limp dick.

"However long it normally takes, I have a feeling that you'll inspire 
me to speed up the process." I grinned.

"I'm sure I will," she agreed.  "What do you say we head to your 
place and I'll start by wrestling you on the bed?"

"Go easy on me.  You could kill me," I joked.

"Don't worry I have to keep you alive.  One, I want that cock.  And 
two, you're my paycheck," she laughed.

"I guess you've got the job," I said.

"Never a doubt in my mind," she concluded.

The End

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