The Nurse
By AmazonFan
A very physical exam.


He'd just moved from New York to Chicago to start a new job. Knew he had to
find a new doctor so he just used the HMO's "Find a Doc" feature. It had been
a while since he'd had a physical, so he thought he'd go for a routine visit.

The receptionist led him to an exam room, informed him that the doctor's nurse
would be coming in to gather some of the preliminary medical history and do
the basic tests. She told him to strip down to his shorts and the nurse would
be right in. He pulled off his clothes, folded them neatly on the chair, and
sat on the examining table.

A couple of minutes later the door swung open.

"Mr. Cook?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Hi, I'm Jenny. I work with Dr. Saunders. I'll be taking you through the
basics. Okay?"

"Yeah. Sure."

He was glad he was sitting down. Nurse Jenny was gorgeous, a honey blonde. And
she was ridiculously tall. He glanced at her feet. She was in flats. Sexiest
little nurse's outfit. Short skirt. Low neckline. Hot body. He was thinking to
himself that this was just THE fantasy image guys have of nurses.

"So you're here for a routine physical, Mr. Cook? Any problems?"

"Yes to question one. No to question two. And you can call me Mike."

"Good to hear, Mike. Date of birth?"

"December 7, 1955."

"A Sagittarius. Height?"

Suddenly Mike felt a bit self-conscious. "Five feet six." She'd seen THAT
reaction before, but for the moment, she'd ignore it.

"Slide off the table for a sec and step on the scale so we can get your
weight."

As he hopped to the floor he looked UP at nurse Jenny. "My god", he thought,
"she had to be six foot five!" His eyes just came up to her boobs. Jenny was
used to this reaction.

"Wow. You're a tall one."

"Daddy was a basketball player. I guess I inherited the long legs."

She slid the bar to the 150 notch as he was stepping on the scale. Too heavy.
She notched it at 100 and then started sliding the bar back. Back and back.
Finally at 27 it balanced.

"One hundred twenty seven pounds," she noted on her chart. "Good news is you
don't have a weight problem. Bad news is you'll have to be careful when the
wind is really whipping up on Michigan Ave." She smiled, hoping he'd take her
remark playfully.

"I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess. Never have to mind what I eat. It doesn't
seem to affect me."

"Oh you are lucky!" she replied. "I'm always watching the scale to make sure I
don't blimp out. I didn't check myself this morning."

Jenny stepped on the scale and pushed the bar to 200 and then started the
slide from the low end. It balanced at 211.

"About four pounds for clothes, so I'm at 207. Whew, that's a relief. I had a
huge meal last night and I skipped the gym this morning!"

She had him hop back up on the table to check his pulse and blood pressure.

"Your pulse is a bit low, but that's okay. Are you a runner? Often they have
lower pulse rates."

"No. I don't run. Maybe I'll have to join a gym."

"Wouldn't hurt to tone these up," she chuckled, poking his upper arm.

"Hey these aren't bad for an old fart like me," Mike joked, flexing his right
arm.

"All depends on your reference point," she replied, pulling the sleeve up on
her uniform and flexing her right arm. It exploded into a massive display of
muscle!

"Wow! Are you a bodybuilder on the side?"

"No. I just like to keep my machine in shape."

"I don't imagine that a muscle like that just happens. You must be pretty
dedicated."

"Nah, I'm no fanatic. Just good genetics, I guess."

"Have any idea how big they are?"

"I really don't know." She paused and could see the disappointment in his
expression. "But I should have a tape measure in my pocket. We keep body
measurement charts on people who are trying to lose. Yeah, here it is."

She unfurled the cloth tape, whipped it around her arm and pumped her upper
arm. As she flexed the tape slid from 16 to 17 and then to 18 inches! "Is that
big?" she said nonchalantly, deciding to play dumb for a while. "I don't know
what girls measure. Well I know bust and waist and that sort of stuff, but not
arms."

"That's an impressive number. Let me just put it that way."

"Well how big are you? Flex for a sec." She figured she could take it another
step. She wrapped the tape around his upper arm. "Thirteen. Is that right?
Maybe you're left-handed." She double-checked the measurement, as if she
couldn't believe it, that something must have been wrong. "Wow, I guess I'm
bigger than I thought." Okay, she'd made an impression. Shouldn't rush things
though. Take it a step at a time. "But let's get back to your charts. Marital
status?"

"Married. Almost 19 years."

"Good for you. Is this her in your 'notify in case of emergency' info?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, she's stuck back in New York. I just took a new job here
and she won't be coming out until we sell the place in New York and buy a new
place here."

"That's a pain in the ass being separated like that. I used to date a football
player and he was gone during training camp and then he'd be gone for games
all through exhibitions and the season."

"Ex-boyfriend? What did he do, get traded?"

"Well, no. We broke up. He kind of blamed me for cutting his career short."

"How's that?"

"Well, it's a long boring story, but the Reader's Digest version is I met
him his rookie year. He played tight end. Played a bit his first year. Being
groomed for a starting role. They told him he needed to bulk up in the
off-season. Guy worked out like a son of a bitch. Was ready to report to
training camp in great shape. Between you and me, I think he was sneaking a
few steroids or something like that."

"I don't imagine that's uncommon."

"Whatever it was, his personality was getting surly and he'd never been like
that with me. I guess I was getting a little fed up with him. Anyhow, we used
to wrestle now and then and I'd always let him win."

"LET him win? He was a pro football player for crying out loud. Why in heavens
name would a GIRL try wrestling a football player?"

"Whether he could win or not isn't the issue. Let's just say that I didn't go
all out. The reason we wrestled was - well there's no way of saying it
otherwise - it was great foreplay."

She averted her eyes, making it seem like she'd embarrassed herself, revealing
something so personal.

"I think you've explained enough," Mike said, trying to ease her discomfort.

But Jenny knew she had to finish the story to bait the hook.

"Well, just to wrap up the story. He was feeling his oats and boasting how he
was the wrestling champion - like he'd ever admit it to anyone on his team if
he ever lost - and I guess I was feeling pissed off at him."

"And so?"

"And so I told him I was taking his championship away and we went at it and,
to cut to the chase, I got my legs wrapped around him to make him give. The
big dummy was really hurting but that stupid macho pride was keeping him from
saying uncle. I just kept pouring it on. I should have known better but I went
too far. Cracked his ribs. He missed training camp and got cut from the team."

"And you broke up?"

"Pride goeth before the fall."

"Well, sounds like he asked for it."

"He might not have made starter anyway. He was big, but he was slow. Anyhow,
we've got to get back to you."

"Fire away."

"Not that you're old, but since you're not a teenager, the doctor wants to
know - any problems with erections? Does everything work in the bedroom?"

"None. It all works." He could feel himself blush.

"Vasectomy?"

"Yeah."

"Speaking of the devil, I need to you hop off the table and drop your shorts,
unless you'd prefer to have the doctor check your privates."

Mike didn't want to seem like he was uncomfortable with a nurse examining him.
Hey, this was a professional medical exam after all. So he slid off the table
and dropped his boxers down around his ankles, trying not to make eye contact
with nurse Jenny.

"Please step out of your underwear and stand with your feet about hip's
distance apart. First I'll be checking for hernias. I think you know the
drill. Turn your head sideways and cough."

Her fingers wrapped around his scrotum as he turned and coughed in each
direction.

"Now I'm going to check your testicles for any abnormalities. Do you check
yourself regularly?"

"Ah, no."

"You should, although most guys don't." She very delicately felt each one of
his balls. "Your testicles are a bit large, but I don't detect any
abnormalities. Okay, you can pull them back on."

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief that nothing had happened while she was
examining him.

Jenny thought he was ready for a bit of her unconventional medical testing.
She hoped he'd fall for her story.

"Next we do a little resistance testing," she continued. "In the absence of
doing full blown cardio vascular testing, this gives us an approximation of
your conditioning and strength level. What I want you to do is stand again
with your legs apart. Raise your arms up over your head and in front of you.
I'm going to take hold of your hands and push down. Okay?"

You know the expression "towering over you"? That's how he felt at that moment
with this very tall nurse looming over him. They interlaced fingers.

"Ready. Set. Begin."

Before he could seem to begin, Jenny pushed down and forced him to drop to one
knee.

"Let's try that again, Mike. You're supposed to give it your all. Not hold
back because I'm a female."

He set himself a second time, thinking maybe she had just gotten the jump on
him the first time, maybe he had subconsciously held back. How else could she
have overpowered him that easily?

"Ready? One. Two. Three."

He pushed upwards as hard as he could. Wobbled for maybe a few seconds and
then found himself forced down to his knees again.

He looked up at Jenny's face. She showed no reaction, coolly professional in
her observations.

"Well, let's try this one last time," she said.

He got back to his feet. Jenny held just one arm outstretched. "Wrap both your
hands around mine," she instructed.

Mike felt it was a bit humbling that she was now making him try with both his
arms against just one of hers, but she was so non-judgmental in her tone that
it seemed routine.

Jenny spread her legs a bit further apart. He clasped her hand and steadied
himself.

"Okay. Go!" He pushed up again. Jenny's hand quivered from side to side.

"That's better, " she commented.

He took his eyes off hers and looked at her right arm. The fabric of her
uniform covering her upper arm looked like it was about to burst. He gulped,
silently, in awe at the sight of her enormously bulging biceps.

Her hand steadied. His arms began to shake. For a flashing second he did see a
smile on her face. Then she shoved him down to his knees again.

"Dr. Saunders may want to discuss fitness programs with you," she said matter-
of-factly. She knew she'd gotten away with her fake tests and that he was a
bit in shock with what had just happened to him.

He was starting to stand up when he realized he'd gotten somewhat aroused -
not a full-fledged boner, mind you, but enough to create a bulge. He stayed in
a crouch, thinking it would be less obvious. Jenny bent down, shoved her hands
under his armpits and lifted him off his feet, swinging him back onto the exam
table.

"Oopsie daisy!" she said, making nothing of the fact that she'd just lifted
him like he was ten pounds. Her gaze dropped down to his crotch. They both
knew she'd spotted his arousal. In fact, Jenny had seen it while he was
crouching.

"Don't worry about that," she said quietly. "It happens. Just confirms that
the equipment is in working order."

He could feel himself turning red again.

"Oh come on," she cajoled. "Look, we don't attach cosmic significance to
normal reactions here." If she could maintain this "objective professional"
act, he'd fall right into her trap.

"Still, but."

"Shush. Don't get freaked out about it. But I will ask you to think about one
thing," she said."

"And that is?"

"One question first. Is your wife a big girl?"

"Hardly. About five foot four. Maybe one hundred fifteen pounds."

"Interesting."

"How so?"

She paused for a moment and decided it was time to make her pitch. "Well, it
comes down to this. When you were examined up close and personal, my hands on
your jewels, everything was cool. When you were, how do I say it, physically
challenged? That's when things sprang to life, so to speak. Your wife isn't
big enough to challenge you, but ... " Now Jenny's voice trailed off. See if he'd
bite.

"I don't know what are you saying."

"We all have different triggers, that's all. I may not be saying anything you
don't already know. I may be saying things that you don't want to talk about
and that's really none of my business, but I'm a big enough girl to know
there's a whole bunch of guys who are, how do I say this, attracted by the
idea of females being big and strong. It just seems, based on you getting a
little excited, like you might be one of them."

He felt very awkward. "Anything wrong with that from a health standpoint?"
Mike asked tersely, trying to set up a defensive barrier.

"Only if you pick on a girl who can kick your ass," she laughed.

He just had to smile. She broke the tension.

"After that little test of strength, I think I know you're one girl not to
pick on."

"Can I ask you something?" she said conspiratorially, taking a step closer to
him on the table.

"Well this is an exam. I guess that's what's expected."

"This is off the record."

"Oh. Okay."

"Ever wrestled a girl? And don't pretend you don't know that that goes on."

"Oh shit. No, never." He was barely whispering. She loved his anxiety.

"I have a little business on the side. Pays for a few extra perks. You seem to
have some free time with the wife back in New York. You interested?"

He was paralyzed with fear, dumbfounded, uncertain, not speaking.

Jenny pulled the sleeve up over her right biceps and flexed again, a gorgeous
detonation of muscle mass. Huge. Uncompromising.

"Let's just get to the bottom line. You see this. You see how I am. You want
to ignore it, we stop here and I just go back to the exam as if nothing
happened. If you want a taste of this, and you want to spend some fun time
with a VERY strong girl, then I might have something you'd like."

"Since you're bottom line oriented, how much?"

"Two hundred a half hour. Two fifty topless. Three hundred nude."

"Nude? I'm not sure where that goes. I'm a happily married guy."

"I don't give a flying fuck if you're the pope. It's just the menu. Look, Dr.
Saunders is going to wonder why I'm taking so long for prelims, you want to,
or not?"

He was stuck, frozen, fascinated, the fabulous, the forbidden.

"I'll give you ten seconds," she said, yanking him off the table and
enveloping him in a bear hug. Time to give him a taste to seal the deal. In a
nanosecond he couldn't breathe, his chest constricted with python force.

"Ten. Nine. Eight. When you pay the receptionist, she'll slip you an address
along with your receipt. You want to do this, show up at 8:00 tonight. Two.
One. Zero."

Suddenly it was over. He gasped. She coolly turned around, picked up her
charts and exited the exam room. The rest of the exam was a blur. He got a
clean bill of health, marched out to reception, forked over his fifteen dollar
co pay and then the receptionist handed him a receipt along with another piece
of paper discreetly folded underneath.

He didn't look at it until he got into his car outside. He stared at the
address, his hands shaking. "What the fuck am I getting into?" he said out
loud, wondering what he should do. He got to the office, stared into space for
a while, tried to focus on the new job, feeling distracted.

Lunch time. Went for a walk. Went by a cash machine. Drew out some cash,
figuring he still hadn't committed to anything.

Wife called from New York, middle of the afternoon. "How was the physical?"
she asked cheerfully. Pangs of guilt. "Can't fucking do this," he thought. But
then his mind was filled with the image of those impossibly long legs and he
felt the tightness in his chest again, reliving her bear hug, and oh damn it
was a rush.

He found her address and then drove around the block three times. He was
trembling, barely able to keep his hands on the steering wheel. Moth to flame.
Moth to flame.

He rang the doorbell, gym bag with a change of clothes in one hand.

"Well I am impressed. I thought you'd chicken out," she smiled. Pretending
again. Jenny knew he'd show - they always did. He took the step up into her
foyer and felt like a guilty midget. He glanced down. She had heels on. She
had to be towering six foot nine! Jenny was wearing expensive silk drawstring
pants and a flowing long sleeved top that exposed just a tiny patch of skin
over her pants.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure. Whatever you're having."

"I've got some amazing tequila I keep in the freezer. Care for a shot?"

Jenny sat him down in her living room and went for the drinks. Her apartment
was very nicely done. Obviously she had sources of income other than nursing.

She brought in a bottle, two shot glasses and plopped down in the chair
opposite him, kicking off her heels.

"Hate to be mercenary, but I like to get the finances out of the way up top,"
she remarked, pouring two shots.

"Well before I fork over my hard earned dollars, I'm not sure we really
discussed what you do. I mean I know it's wrestling, but I also know that you
broke a football player's ribs and I'm really not interested in being carried
out of here on a stretcher."

Jenny smiled and tossed down her shot.

"Fair enough. As far as I'm concerned, this is just fun. Is it challenging?
Duh, yeah. It IS wrestling. Can I handle you? You already know that. Will I
hurt you? Not unless either you want it - which you just indicated you don't -
or you get out of line and I have to defend myself. I don't see that happening
either. We spend half an hour if you want to go that long and I just show you
a few things a big strong girl can do. The objective is that you leave as
friends, under your own power."

She could see him sigh in relief. "Okay, that's cool." He downed his shot. She
refilled both glasses. He reached into his pocket for his money clip. Her gaze
shifted from his eyes to his wad of cash. He peeled off two hundred fifty
dollars.

"Topless it is. Didn't want to go for the full monty?"

"Maybe I shouldn't be going this far," he said, pulling the money back.

She couldn't let him get cold feet. "Always go with your first instinct.
You'll like it." She reached forward and extracted the money from his hand.
She stood up out of her chair, bent forward, grabbed her shot glass and downed
it. "Good news is I don't have to go put a bra on," she smiled, motioning for
him to get up and follow her. They always got intrigued when they found out
she was braless.

"Look. One thing. Like I know that I'm paying you to wrestle without a top on,
but I'm not looking for any sex, okay? I mean I am a married guy, but I don't
cheat and yeah this is out of bounds, but I'll never have a chance again in my
life to ... " Words failed him.

"I'm not a hooker, Mike. That's not what you are paying me for." She loved
playing the virginal Amazonian wrestling goddess.

Jenny led Mike down a hall, pointed out a room a bit further down and then
opened the door to a bathroom. "You can change here and meet me there."

He stripped down to just his t-shirt and slipped on a jock strap and a pair of
gym shorts. Walked down to the other room. Jenny was sitting in a lotus
position on the floor. The room was largely empty, except for an elaborate
ornamental flower display in one corner. It had rubber mats covering the
middle. Recessed ceiling lights cast an even light throughout the room. Jenny
stood up as he entered, wearing the unmistakable white tank top and orange
shorts of a Hooters Girl uniform.

"Room okay? Temp okay?"

"Yeah. Nice room."

"We aim to please."

"You've worked there?" he asked, pointing to the logo on her chest.

"Oh, no. My kid sis has. She let me have one of her uniforms. I think they're
a hoot. Oops, sorry for the pun."

"You're wrestling in that?"

"Well you know the top's coming off. But the shorts come off too. I wouldn't
want to rip them since I can't replace these. I've got a thong underneath. I
guess I could have stayed in what I had on, but I just thought this would be
more fun."

She walked to the far corner. Let him get a good look at my long long legs.
She turned around to bend over and pick something up. Oh yes, it was all for
show, but let him see a fucking ass I have! She turned back to face him.

"What you see right now you could see on in any Hooters. So Mr. Cook, this is
your final moment to change your mind. You do, I hand you your money back, no
hard feelings. But I take off the top and shorts off and that's it - no
refunds."

Mike paused. Took a deep breath. Exhaled slowly and completely. Just nodded
affirmatively once.

"Tell me, you like trash talk, stuff like that?"

"I don't know. I've never done this before. I suppose if it's done to add to
the fun it would be okay."

"Try it for a sec. Let's stand toe to toe like boxers before a fight."

All he could feel being that close to her and having to crane his neck up to
look at her was intimidation.

"You're a runt. I'll wipe the floor with you."

"Bigger they are the harder they fall."

"I don't think I'll even break a sweat. You are SO out of your league."

"You got muscles. I got smarts. We'll see. No girl is going to walk over me."

"Cool. You got the hang of it. You want to mix that in a little?"

"Sure."

"Some guys like role playing. You want anything like that?"

"I just think the wrestling will be enough."

"Okay. Let's start. Don't forget to watch out for yourself at all times. We
don't want any stupid injuries."

Jenny walked over to the side by the table with the floral arrangement sitting
on top. "There's water here if you want it. I can keep it up the full half
hour, but you may want to take breaks if you get winded. That's cool, but it
comes out of the half hour. Once the bell rings the clock doesn't stop unless
I have to stop for some reason. Like I said, I can do thirty."

"I guess I assumed that."

"Okay. It's seventeen after eight. Consider the bell rung."

Jenny peeled the orange shorts down and folded them neatly. Then she took hold
of the hem of her top and peeled it over her head, tossed it on top of her
shorts and immediately moved to the middle of the mats, ready to wrestle.
Okay, so it was all done for effect, like it was completely normal for a girl
to just whip off her top and stand there. Well folks, except for a few tits
spotted on beaches in the Caribbean, the only naked breasts Mike had seen live
and in person for many a year had been his bride's.

And Jenny had a world-class pair! Disarmingly round and full, supported by
some miracle of nature or surgery. Teeny nipples sitting high.

"Maybe I shouldn't say anything, but that's a pretty big chest."

"Little lady in New York has big boobs?"

"Average. A B cup I'd guess."

"Well I'm a bit bigger than that."

"Those're a lot bigger than a bit bigger."

"Okay, I was being modest. Don't worry, I'm used to remarks about the
merchandise and I'm used to guys talking to my chest, which is what you are
doing right now."

WHOOSH! In a blur, Jenny crescent kicked, her foot flying in an arc way over
his head. Instinctively Mike jumped back.

"I warned you to protect yourself at all times. I don't want you to get hurt.
Wake up Mike, we're underway. As you can see, I've got lots of weapons."

He tore his eyes away from her breasts and looked at that lethal leg that had
nearly decapitated him. Being so long, it kind of disguised how well developed
and hard it was. Yeah, she could have cracked ribs with those gams.

He checked out the rest of her torso too. Yeah, he'd seen those arms before,
but now he was seeing and being wowed by the traps and bulging delts, the
flaring lats and the washboard abs. Holy fuck this girl was built!

"Try making the first move or we're going to be here for half an hour and
nothing will happen," she cajoled. "And I'm going to start throwing in the
trash talk now and then, so don't take it personally. It's just for fun."

Jenny had already surmised that Mike knew little or nothing about wrestling,
so instead of crouching she stood standing tall to maximize the difference
between them. He weaved left and right, trying to come in low, putting one
hand on her hip and the other around her waist. Jenny leaned forward slightly
as he came in, shooting her hands out under his armpits. She swung him in a
semi-circle and tossed him. He fell to the mats and rolled completely over,
but bounced right back up to his feet.

"Nice opening move, runt. Very effective," she sneered.

"I wasn't expecting you to" "Bullshit excuses. You can't wrestle me." Jenny
decided to stalk him and was amused when he immediately started to backpedal.
She moved quickly, grabbing his hands and pushing his arms down so she could
trap his arms inside hers as she lifted him off the mats in a bear hug.

"Remember this? I loved the way your eyes bugged out before."

Mike was instantly brought back to those ten torturous seconds in the exam
room. Only now the pressure seemed worse! And with his arms trapped ...  He tried
to push out with his arms, but hers did not yield a fraction of an inch.

"Oh shit," he hissed through clenched teeth, embarrassed that the half hour
had barely begun and he was already helpless, feet dangling, arms trapped,
unable to free himself as he was squeezed and squeezed.

After twenty seconds or so, Jenny dismissively threw Mike down to the mats.
"Mike, this is wrestling. You're expected to fight back, try to get out of the
holds. Don't tell me you couldn't do anything?"

Mike sheepishly got to his feet, not saying anything.

"Oh come on! Stop for a sec. I'll show you what you're supposed to do. Come
here and put me in a bear hug." Jenny stood with her arms right at her sides.
"Now wrap yours around mine so mine're trapped and then reach around and lace
your fingers together behind me."

Mike realized he'd have to duck down or walk straight into her boobs. He
turned his head sideways, the side of his face pressing against her solar
plexus, his arms reaching around, hands just coming together.

"Okay, now squeeze!"

Mike decided to pour it on, make an impression on her.

"OOF! Oh my!"

He was showing her!

A half second later his hands were pulled apart and his arms were flung
outwards as easily Jenny sprang free. He could see she was barely able to
suppress her giggles.

"See? That's how you're supposed to do it. Of course it is a bit easier when
you've got these." Jenny hit a double biceps pose.

"You're showing off."

"Of course I am. You almost wet your pants when I flexed in the office. You
have any idea how small yours are compared to me?"

"Is that trash talk or is that you talking?"

"A little of both. Time to get back to wrestling, Mike. I want you to feel
like you're getting your money's worth. Tell me, do you want me to fight you
fairly evenly or do you want me to make it one-sided?"

"What makes you think you can make it one-sided, muscle head?" Mike thought
he'd try his own trash talk and immediately regretted that choice of words.

Jenny leapt at him simultaneously grabbing his shoulders and bringing her knee
up just below his sternum. The force of the kick might have knocked him back a
few feet, but her hold on him prevented his moving, forcing his body to absorb
the full brunt of her strike. His legs wanted to buckle. Involuntarily he
started doubling over, only to be caught in a front face lock.

She paraded him around the mats in a slow circle. "Hmm, let's see. What makes
me think I could make this one sided? Maybe because I weigh EIGHTY pounds more
than you, because I'm strong as shit, and because I know how to wrestle? Maybe
because I've beaten guys bigger than me, some who were easily twice your size?
But maybe you know something I don't Mike. Maybe I'll barely escape with a
win."

Jenny reached her arms around his waist and jerked him off the mats, flipping
him as she tossed him on top of her right shoulder. She held him with just one
arm. "Don't squirm around too much Mike. It's a long way to fall. Like the
view of the ceiling? Gee, I haven't wrestled someone your size in a while. I
forgot how light 127 pounds feels."

"Hey! Careful! Put me down," Mike said, asking more than demanding. He feared
both being six feet off the floor and he pain he was feeling in the small of
his back.

"Sure, hon." Jenny dropped to one knee and then let go, Mike rolling off her
shoulder and tumbling to the mats. "I can body slam the bigger boys, just like
they do on tv. That softens 'em up real good. But I'm afraid you're too little
to take that."

Jenny was swarming over him before he'd gotten completely to his feet,
scooping him up again. She dropped to one knee again and stretched him over
her thigh in a one-legged backbreaker. Mike cried out from the sharp pain and
wiggled to get loose futilely. Because her leg was so long, he was so high off
the floor that only his toes were barely brushing against the mats. She pushed
down on his breastbone and a thigh.

"Oh, I forgot to say that this is submission style wrestling, big boy. When
it's too much you just tap out or say, "I give." No point in being stupid and
getting hurt by trying to take too much."

"Okay. Okay. I give!"

Jenny let him roll off her thigh to the mats. "Low pain threshold, but at
least you aren't stupid," she chuckled.

Mike felt her looming over him as he was getting back up. Damn she was fast
and strong and she sure wasn't letting up! He tried to duck and dart out of
reach but she grabbed his right arm and spun behind him, pulling it up in a
hammerlock, about mid-back. As he tilted his head back, trying to see where he
was trying to grab her his left arm, she deftly swung her left arm over his
head, trapping him under her armpit in a reverse headlock. He could only
breathe by tilting his head back even further. She clamped down tight and his
jawbone throbbed.

"Make sure you can breathe, hon," she said. "Cause I'm going to put you in
something no short guy should ever want a tall girl doing to him."

Considering his discomfort, Mike was having trouble imagining what could be
worse. He felt her right leg stepping around in front of his, trapping it. In
chorus she pressed her left thigh against his back and butt.

"I think they call this an abdominal stretch. I just call it a gut ripper."
With that warning, Jenny pulled up and back on Mike's torso while her long
powerful legs kept his lower half anchored. A searing pain scorched across his
stomach, a hot sensation that made it feel like his midsection was being
ripped in two across the diagonal.

"OH SHIT! AAAHHHH! PLEASE STOP!!"

"Oh come on, Mike. Don't give up so easily." Jenny bent him a bit more.

"OH! AHHHH!! NO!!" Mike's free left arm was thrashing the air, finally finding
a grip on Jenny's enormous upper arm. She tensed her muscles so his fingers
couldn't make so much as an impression in the mass of power, effectively
letting him know that prying loose was impossibility.

Meekly, he tapped at her arm in submission. She decided to show that she could
be merciful as well as overpowering. She straightened him up to take the
pressure off his gut and let his head pop out from her underarm, but she kept
him in check with her legs and the hammerlock.

"I could stop again and let you try to get me in this, but your legs aren't
long enough. You know that, don't you?"

"Damn, that thing's a killer. How'd you learn to do that?"

"A girl's gotta know lots of good moves if she's going to be good at this
game." Jenny swung her leg back around and shoved Mike away from her. He spun
to face her, anticipating another stifling attack, but she held off this time.
As intimidated as he was, he resolved to try to make a good showing of
himself. He charged at her, trying to shove her backwards.

His attack took her by surprise and Jenny was actually pushed back a couple of
steps before she righted herself and her weight, power and leverage regained
control. She let him try to shove her, content to let him see what he could
do.

Mike tried to figure another angle of attack, realizing he wasn't going to be
able to push her around. He tried sneaking a leg behind hers to trip her, but
he couldn't pull it off. He ducked behind her and jumped on her back, thinking
that would wrestle her down to the floor.

Jenny hooked his thighs with her arms and piggybacked him over to the wall,
spinning and backing into it as she approached. She rammed him once into the
wall, careful not to overdo it and make a hole with him through the drywall.

He was yelling "NO!" as she rammed him into the wall a second time. She let go
of his legs and stepped away, hearing him slide all the way to the floor onto
his seat. Jenny turned and reached down, grabbing him by the t-shirt and
yanking him up with one hand. A loud rip punctured the room as his t-shirt
tore down the front. She grabbed the pieces and tore the remnants off him.

"Hey!"

"I'll give you ten bucks back to cover the shirt. Don't sweat it."

She held him pressed against the wall using just one hand.

"Not a smart move trying to jump me," she admonished, waving a finger in front
of his face. She looked down at his torso, poking him hard with her finger.
"You call this puny thing a chest?! I can count every rib. I was bigger than
this before I got boobs."

She grabbed his arm and whipped him back onto the mats. Mike regained his
balance and steeled himself for another assault.

"You haven't figured out how to deal with the height and the weight and the
muscle, have you?" she grinned.

"I'm trying!"

"No beginner's luck for you, I'm afraid. I think practically all the other
guys I've wrestled had had mixed matches before coming to me."

"Well, experience or not, I'm not giving up."

"Atta boy, Mike. But I have to tell you, between your size and your lack of
experience, I can't remember having an easier time of it. So if you can and
want to step it up a bit, go ahead. As you can see, I'm not a porcelain doll.
In fact, I kind of like being punched - not in the face obviously - you try
hitting me there and I'll take your head off."

"I think I'll stick to wrestling. I don't think I want someone your size
punching me back."

"That's no problem. I wouldn't have punched you anyway. One good shot from me
and I doubt you'd recover for the rest of the half hour. Speaking of the time,
why don't we get back? And if you want to take a shot, I'll like that."

Mike was the kind of guy who'd never think of punching a woman, but he was
getting a bit frustrated in his ability to do anything against this towering
Amazon. She glided over to him, circled to the left for a few steps, faked in
the opposite direction and then shot forward. They hooked up collar and elbow,
Mike trying to use his lower center of gravity to brace himself.

She just leaned on him, letting him try to find an opening. She figured she'd
better let him struggle for a while and get pretty tired. Then he wants a
break and that would eat some time. To be honest, she was a bit bored. He
really was one of the easiest guys she'd taken on. The only question was would
he prove an easy mark.

She pushed harder on him, compelling him to use more energy to resist her. He
couldn't figure out how to get her in a hold. She was too tall for a headlock,
especially when she was pushing him down and over. Finally, in frustration, he
thought, "she asked for it," and threw a short hard left uppercut, landing
just below her breast.

It only hurt for a millisecond. She tensed her abs and whispered, "Ooohh that
felt nice, but try it harder so I can feel it." Stung by her rebuke, he
unleashed a flurry of punches. She let go of her hold on him, standing
straight up, hands clasped behind her neck. His furious assault on her abs was
for naught. She stood firm, grinning, triumphant.

"Mmmmm. That's a turn on," she purred.

He took a step back. Winded. In shock. Thirty-plus hard punches and no effect.
Damned bitch seemed to like it.

"So now we know you can't hurt me, but I appreciate your trying."

Mike noticed that her teensy nipples had become erect. He tried to concentrate
on wrestling.

Jenny rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "You can try
pinching these to try to get out of a submission hold," she said. "But not too
rough because my boobs are very sensitive."

"I said no sex."

"Yeah, whatever."

Mike was suddenly worried that this match might be spinning out of his
control. He remembered her confession from the examination room that wrestling
aroused her.

She charged at him, exploiting his inexperience and weakness. She spun behind
him and quickly locked him up in a full nelson. Intertwining her fingers
behind his neck she first leaned back, lifting him off his stubby legs. Then
slamming forward she used her superior weight to force Mike to his knees. She
too dropped to her knees, right behind him, straddling outside his legs, her
front pressed tight against his back. She pressed her thighs against the
outside of his legs to keep him in place. Then she started bending backwards,
knowing her yoga training gave her a far more flexible spine than his.

"Oh holy fuck," he groaned as both his back and stomach screeched with pain at
this wholly unnatural posture. His first instinct was to submit, but then he
wanted to see if he could take it a bit more - to feel the exquisite pain of
her power.

"AAGHH! AAGHH! Oh shit! Oh god oh shit!"

She rolled forward for a brief moment, releasing the stress on his front and
back. With her athletic alacrity she straightened her legs on either side of
Mike's body. She started leaning way back again, swinging her legs up to
scissor his midsection.

"They call this an overhead back body scissors, Mike. I call it a total
submission hold." She pressed her massive thighs together, crushing the feeble
resistance of his outclassed body.

He had never undergone such pain throughout so much of his body. "OH Jenny. Oh
please. That's it. You have to let me out of this. Oh fuck please."

She quickly shifted her legs from her scissors to pressing her feet against
his ass, using her phenomenal leg strength to press his body up in the air,
forcing him to arch over her as she held the full nelson.

"Oh dear, these long, strong legs do come in handy, don't they?" She stretched
him for another thirty seconds, knowing that the pain would exhaust him.
Finally she let him down, rolling him off her. She got to her feet and let him
pant in pain on the mats.

"I'm not breathing heavy. I'm hardly sweating," she boasted. "You are one
lightweight little fucker - and I mean that literally and figuratively."

Mike dragged himself to his feet. "I'm not giving up. I don't care how fucking
big you are."

"Sure you don't want to take a break?"

"No. Screw it."

"You can beg me to stop anytime you want, little boy."

Jenny swarmed over him, grabbing his head and executing a quick snap mare,
tossing him over her and landing him flat on his back. She dropped to her
knees facing his feet and trapped his head between her thighs. Squeezing him
tight she bent over and wrapped her arms around his middle, lifting him up and
contorting his body, arching him in two. She ground her thong against his
face, suffocating him.

Just before he passed out she let him go, standing up triumphantly over his
spent body.

"You know your wife is only about ten pounds less than you and since you're as
weak as you are, you could be wrestling her. I bet she could smother you like
I just did. Would that spice things up?"

"Let's leave her out of this for the moment."

"Little pangs of guilt mentioning the spouse? That's cute. Here, let me show
you something she'll never be able to do."

Jenny yanked him up by one arm, grabbed him under the armpits and walked him
over to the wall.

"Was that it, lifting me?"

"Oh no, Mike, you're such a lightweight she can probably carry you around."
She seized his wrists and pinned his arms out to the side, against the wall.
"But unless she gets implants she won't be doing this." She stepped forward,
her breasts mashing into Mike's face. He twisted his head sharply to avoid
being enveloped.

"There, there, shorty. You think you can escape these puppies?" She released
his wrists and wrapped just one of her arms tightly around his head,
straightening it forward right into the middle of her deep full cleavage. "She
wouldn't need to be as big as me. Just a D cup would be enough to do this."

At first Mike thought she was playing, but then he began to panic, as it was
all but impossible to find air or move. He grabbed her one arm with both
hands, trying to dislodge it. Then he felt her slide one of her thighs between
his legs and press insistently under his crotch. It felt like she could lift
him right off the floor.

"Breathe!" she yelled, loosening her grip on his head for a moment and then
pulling him in tight. The fleeting moment delivered a bit of air to his
screaming lungs, but did nothing to remove his panic. She eased her thigh down
a bit and then slid her free hand down his belly, her fingers stopping just at
the waistband of his shorts.

"MMMNRFFFF!"

"What's that you say Mike? I can't make it out."

Mike didn't know which was worse - the prospect of passing out or having to
submit while she smothered him or what she was planning with her hand on his
shorts.

"Whatcha got on under these gym shorts, Mikey boy?" She slipped three fingers
inside the waistband. "Is this a jock strap? Oh, I've got to see." Jenny let
go of his head and used both hands to yank his shorts down to his knees. As
Mike sucked for air, she finished the job by sticking her foot between his
legs and pushing his shorts down around his ankles. She grabbed one of his
wrists and whipped him towards the center of the mats. Mike tripped over his
tangled shorts and fell to the mats.

Jenny laughed heartily. "Dear me, nearly everyone wears underwear. I haven't
seen a jock in a long time. They're so funny looking. What a cute little tush
you have, Mike."

Mike rolled over onto his back, seeing that his shorts were on the mats,
midway between himself and Jenny. "What the hell are you doing? Give me those
back!"

Jenny leapt across the mat and grabbed his shorts. "No way! You look way too
cute like this."

"Give me them back."

Jenny held each leg and in one swift jerk, ripped the shorts in two, right
down the crotch. The fabric was no match for her powerful upper body. "Here,"
she said dismissively, tossing the shorts at Mike. He looked at them and
realized they wouldn't do any good putting back on.

"You expect me to wrestle like this?"

"You forget that I've seen you without anything on. I wouldn't have yanked
them off if I thought it was going to bother me. So why don't you just get
over it and we can continue. Time's a wasting."

A little voice told Mike to get the hell out of there, cut his losses and move
on. But as Jenny adjusted her hair, her hands behind her neck, her biceps
bulging, her chest thrusting forward, the little voice faded. He brushed off
her taking his shorts off as just another tactic to intimidate him. He fixed
his jock so that it was fitting snuggly and motioned for Jenny to start
wrestling again.

She sprang forward hooking his left arm behind him and reaching to grab his
scrawny right forearm with her hand. She locked up both his arms and still had
one hand free.

"Now, little man, now I'm going to strip this silly thing off because it's
hardly covering anything anyway."

"NO!!"

"Stop me, if you can."

Jenny knew he couldn't stop her and she knew that stripping him naked would
leave him psychologically defenseless. One authoritative tug and the jock
strap was dangling around his ankles. "Don't even bother trying to put that
back on or I'll rip it apart like I did the other stuff," she admonished.

Jenny stepped back for a moment and watched Mike's cock begin to stiffen.
"Looks like it just needed room to breathe," she chuckled.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I always give the customer a little more than they paid for. Keeps them
coming back. I've been told that I'm got something to fire up everybody.
Either they go for the face and hair, or they like the long, long legs, or
they go crazy over my boobs, or - as in your case, little Mike, - they get a
boner when they see my guns."

"Look, I don't know where you're going with this, but it doesn't sound like
wrestling and that's not making me comfortable."

"Oh, I'm sure we can wrestle."

Jenny swarmed over Mike, picking up his puny body and tossing him to the mats
like a rag doll. She body splashed him, pounding all 207 pounds onto his
inferior physique. He groaned, all the air forced from his lungs.

"Be careful what you wish for," she hissed and then started to ram him over
and over with devastating hip thrusts.

"You are a puny little shit," she sneered. "The smallest, the weakest one I've
ever done."

Amazingly, the more Jenny trashed-talked Mike, the more aroused he became. She
snaked her infinitely long legs around his and began to spread him in a
grapevine.

"Oh shit no!"

"Now I'm going to show off a bit, Mikey boy, because you are such a
lightweight piece of dung." Jenny rolled them over, her back to the mats, and
easily lifted his scrawny 127 pounds up in an overhead grapevine. She spread
his legs wide apart as she held him up over her, pressing against his armpits.

Mike had never felt more helpless, more conquered or more aroused. Despite the
pain, his erection remained rock hard.

"Oh mother. I give!"

Jenny flipped them back over so she was on top again and rammed him with a few
more hip thrusts for good measure. Slowly rising up off him she grabbed him by
the arms and yanked him to his feet. She crossed her arms behind him and
cupped his ass cheeks - left hand on right cheek and vice versa - and then she
lifted him off his feet, lifting him with ease so that his throbbing erection
was plastered between her profoundly firm cleavage.

Mike looked down and couldn't even see his cock - her chasm completely
engulfed him. She pulled him tight and rocked him up and down and suddenly
without warning he erupted with a body quaking orgasm, shooting a huge load of
cum all over her prodigious tits.

"Oh little boy, that's quite the money shot," Jenny grinned, tossing him to
the mats.

Mike couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about, but he was
mortified that he had involuntarily ejaculated.

"You made that easier than I thought, but I want a bit more, just for me."
Jenny peeled off her thong revealing her shaved pussy.

"NO! I can't do this!" he squealed.

A slashing backhand to his face left Mike woozy. Next thing he knew he could
feel her sliding him into her wet pussy. She began to squeeze him with her
pussy immediately. He moaned from a sensation he'd never felt before and was
amazed that, even at his age, he was not losing his erection. She was that
good.

"You don't have the biggest dick in the world, but it will do, and I'm going
to get off," she proclaimed. "I know you had the vasectomy and I got your labs
back on your blood work, so this is about as safe as safe sex gets."

Jenny arched her back, pressing her pubic bone harder against his erection.
Rolling in hard circles, knowing exactly what she needed to get her off. She
brought her hands up to her breasts and tugged on the hardened nipples,
tweaking and pleasing. She started rising up and down on his shaft, ramming
down hard on the down stroke, pulverizing Mike with her 207 pounds. Yet she
was so wet and tight that he remained rock hard.

Mike knew there was nothing he could do to stop her. The deed was already
being done. He thought his best tactic was to try to get her to climax so it
would be over. He cupped her unyielding ass cheeks and tried to meet her
downward thrusts by bucking his hips. But her weight and power were too much
for him and he only felt more battered.

Jenny peeled his hands off her ass and brought them up to her breasts. From
his awkward groping, she knew he didn't know how to handle breasts as large as
hers, but she'd witnessed that before. "Work on my nipples," she ordered. "I'm
almost there."

Mike rolled each pointy nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing
Jenny to shudder and rapidly and forcefully tense her pussy. Despite the
painful pressure on his cock, he remained rock hard, excited by holding
breasts bigger and firmer than he ever imagined touching.

"Pinch them! HARD!!" she growled, jerking her body forward and back on his
fully impaled cock. As he clamped down with his fingers, she clenched her
teeth and sucked in a huge hissing breath, arching her back and throwing her
head back.

"YES! THAT! MORE!"

Mike rubbed his hands roughly in circles all over her nipples and breasts and
then tugged and pinched them more. Jenny leaned forward slightly and put her
hands around his head, pulling him up. For an instant he feared she was going
to smother him again, but then he realized she wanted him to suck on her
nipples.

He opened his mouth wide to take in as much tit as possible, but of course he
could only draw in a small fraction of her globe. He butterflied her nipple as
fast as he could with his tongue. She gasped and pressed her pelvis down hard,
trying to pull every last millimeter of penis into her. Her breath was ragged.
Her chest heaved, making it hard for Mike to keep his mouth fastened to her
budding nipple.

He drew his lips as tight as he could around her nipple and began to suck as
hard as he could. Jenny squealed and began thrashing.

"OH YESSSS! Good boy!" she yelped.

Mike pressed her nipple against his teeth and drew his tongue along the
underside of her hard tip. Instantaneously she screamed and exploded in a
tumultuous orgasm, rocking him and banging against his feeble frame.

"OHHH YESSSSS OOOHHH MYY GODDDD UUNNNGGHHH YES YES YES YES
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'"

Without really thinking who he was with, Mike instinctively switched his mouth
from one nipple to the other. He swirled and sucked and nibbled with his teeth
again and within seconds Jenny detonated a second time, a more
earth-shattering climax than the first.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK OHHH SHIT OH YESSSSS OH YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She pulled her boob out of his mouth and rocked back and forth hard and fast,
squeezing his erection with her throbbing vaginal muscles. A third, smaller,
but very satisfying orgasm followed.

"MMMMMMMMM. Oh Mike, I didn't imagine you could pull that off. What a bonus,"
she purred.

Very slowly, clasping her pussy tight, she pulled up and off him. There was a
loud squishy popping sound as his cock head came into view. His cock glistened
with her abundant juices. He was still throbbing, full and hard and purple.

"Here's your reward," she sighed. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around
his cock and the others gently clasped his balls, tugging down on the scrotum.
"This is supposed to hold you off a bit, but I bet it doesn't work," she
smiled.

Mike knew that things had gone way too far. But her hands were too talented.
In less than thirty seconds his balls churned, his hips bucked involuntarily,
and he shot a second huge load all over his stomach.

"Like I said, wouldn't stop things," she laughed. Jenny stood up over him, her
feet straddling his hips. "Yes, that did get me pumped," she said, as much to
herself as to him, as she struck another double biceps pose. She ran a toe up
the inside of Mike's thigh. He squirmed to get away.

"Oh don't worry. That cock is obviously done for the night."

"It's done, period. That shouldn't have happened. Can't happen again. Ever.
You know I didn't want to go that far. Why did you do that?"

"Come here. Let me show you." Jenny extended a hand to Mike, offering to help
him to his feet. Mike refused help, rolling to his side and pushing to his
feet. Some of his semen dripped onto the mats.

"Messy boy," she sniggered. "Jeez, you look like shit. Looks like you've been
put through the ringer."

"Yeah, well I feel like shit too. But don't avoid my question."

"Like I said, follow me." Jenny walked over to the corner with the table. Mike
followed behind, plodding slowly, a bit embarrassed that he was still naked.
He picked up on of the small towels Jenny had laid out and tried wiping
himself clean. Then he went back and mopped up the small puddles of cum on the
mats.

Jenny crooked her index finger and motioned for him to come back. He wrapped
the towel around his waist as he approached her. Jenny made no effort to cover
up, but she did take a towel to wipe off the ooze between her tits.

"Well, Mike, you performed like a trooper."

"I told you that wasn't what this was supposed to be about."

"I'm not talking about getting me off, even though you did a lot better than I
expected."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Smell the flowers."

Mike shook his head in confusion and then looked down at the huge arrangement.
His throat constricted. Peeking out from the flowers was an artfully concealed
video camera.

Suddenly all he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears. He felt dizzy.
Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to think.

Jenny reached over and pounded on the wall. "Debbie, get in here!"

Mike could only bend over, in shock. Gasping for breath. Praying this was some
kind of nightmare that would suddenly end.

The door opened and Mike turned. It was the receptionist from the office - the
one who slipped him Jenny's address.

"I think you two have already met," Jenny said. "Debbie helps me out. No need
to show you, but she was in another room where she could control the camera.
State-of-the-art editing equipment. She's a whiz at this stuff."

"Hi, Mr. Cook. Nice to see you again."

"You set me up."

"Duh, yeah. That's pretty obvious." Both girls laughed.

"How was the money shot?" Jenny asked.

"I had a feeling he was going to cum and I zoomed in tight. It's perfect."

"You fucking bitches."

"Now, now Mike. There's not a mark on your face to explain. You keep it up
with that mouth and I'll rearrange your cute little puss."

"What do you want?"

"Duh, Mike? Were you born yesterday?"

"Thanks to the forms you filled out, we've got the New York address for the
little woman," Debbie said matter-of-factly. "Now I can edit what I shot
pretty much however I like. I can edit the highlights of the wrestling and
show you being completely dommed and that's pretty humiliating. And build
towards the fuckfest. Way I see it, I start with that bit where you two were
trash talking? Jenny's still got her clothes on, but I got you in profile, so
wifey is going to see how tall our girl is and how nicely she fills out that
Hooters top. And then, well, there's so much to choose from. I'll have to
figure out how many submissions to show. There's the bear hug and the lifts
and the ab stretch and you punching her for all you were worth and the back
body scissors and the smothers and then it gets real fun when she stripped
you. I was in tight when you were getting hard, when you shot both loads, you
sucking her boobs. Too bad I don't have audio too, I bet the groaning was
nice."

"You suck," Mike hissed.

"I don't know what line of work you're in Mike, but I assume that negotiating
skills aren't needed. Either that or you suck at your job."

As angry as he was, Mike looked at the two girls and knew his goose was
cooked. "So what's it going to cost me?"

The End

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