Pool Party Debacle, Part 1
By Madcat
Babes, bikinis, and a whole lot of female domination of the weaker sex.


Sweat poured out of every pore of my body. It was the first hot day of the
summer and the air conditioner at the office decided to quit working. Cramped
into tiny cubicles, all of the company's 100 or so employees moaned and
groaned about the oppressive heat. I tried as best as possible not to think
about it and get my job done. Complaining just wasn't my thing. That's when
pretty little Patty popped into my humble little abode.

Every middle aged working stiff in the office fantasized about this girl but
none more so than me. She had short blonde hair and looked 10 years younger
than her current age of 40. Patty taught aerobics at a local gym and it gave
her a body to die for. The consummate professional secretary, she always
dressed conservatively but somehow managed to show off her luscious curves.
Today my gorgeous colleague wore a non-descript business suit that showed her
lovely firm calves and a hint of thigh. It fit tight around her well rounded
posterior and gaped provocatively around her ample bust.

I made no secret of my attraction to this beautiful woman having asked her out
on a number of occasions. She always put me off without shutting the door. As
far as I could ascertain, Patty had no boyfriends. She was a single mom and
seemed very serious about raising her two children. At the office Patty
achieved the perfect balance of cheerful coworker and industrious employee.
And she even found a little time to flirt with me.

"Hey," she came into my cube with her trademark smile. "Susan said we can take
the rest of the day off. She even offered her pool if we want to go over and
cool off. Guess we are going to have a little office party."

"Oh, ya. Who's all going?" I replied. Our department was pretty small and our
social events tended to be a little on the droll side.

"So far its just Susan, Julie and myself."

That sealed the deal for me. Susan, my thirtyish domineering boss with more
degrees than a compass, did nothing but piss me off. That fact that she got
the promotion to department manager instead of a hard working, experience
accountant like myself fueled my dislike of this girl. Julie, a snooty college
intern, would do nothing but ignore my presence. But as long as Patty was
going, it did not really matter who else showed up. I could only imagine what
my favorite female would look like in a bikini.

"I'll see you there." I said with a big smile.

And sure enough, an hour later I did just that. My boss had a beautiful house
with a gorgeous, oval, in ground pool. Not real functional as far a swimming
goes, but the deep blue water sure did look nice. Deck chairs surrounded the
pool and in one sat my wonder girl.

She wore an itsy bitsy, teensy weensy red bikini. It could only be a divine
miracle that a 40 year old could look so good in such a thing. I almost
tripped when she sat up to beckon me over. Patty looked toned and hard without
seeming the least bit masculine. Delicate female muscles rippled under her
perfect skin. Her full breasts seemed to defy the pull of gravity. And when
she lay back down, you could see a hint of washboard abs.

It was not until I reached Patty's chair did I realize we had company. Julie
lay just one chair over and, I must admit, also provided an awesome display of
femininity. The girl had long blonde hair and truly huge hooters. In fact, she
was big all over. But at age 22 and 5-8 tall, Julie could get away with being
30 lbs over weight. Her handsome face had a certain harshness to it that was
magnified by a thick black bikini and her overall size. It was hard not to be
a little intimidated by this girl and her haughty demeanor. Needless to say,
she did not acknowledge my presence.

That suited me just fine as I took a chair on the other side of beautiful
little Patty. Perhaps 10 years ago I would have been disappointed but not any
more. At age 38 I knew what wanted. Slowly, I stripped off my tee shirt and
shorts, revealing a small, blue speedo swim suit. It was brand new. The whole
purpose of the little thing was to impress Patty with my lean, muscular body.
I ran 5 miles a day and worked out regularly.

Sadly, Patty seemed not to notice me the way I did her. We lay in the hot sun
and chatted quietly. When she turned over on to her stomach, I could not help
but fantasize about apply sun lotion to her ripe rear. Just as my drool began
to exceed the safe level, the boss made her entrance. And everything went down
hill in ways I could never have imagined.

Susan wore a brown one piece bathing suit that failed to highlight any of her
female charms. This was typical of the boss. She had a pretty face but wore
little or no make up. Her outfits at work emphasized functionality over
femininity. She wore her shoulder length, ash blonde hair straight and flat.
The girl seemed to work hard at being one of the boys. The words plain jane
described her well.

But her suit did show one side of her that I had never seen before. She had a
very sturdy, athletic build. Susan got a full ride thru college playing
softball but I never really considered this side of my boss. Her conservative
dress at work certainly hid it well. At 5-9 she had broad shoulders, wide hips
and long sleek legs. Like many serious female athletes, Susan displayed little
overt musculature. Yet, there was something un-lady like in her posture and a
undeniable strength in her limbs.

She greeted all of us and innocently dunked her foot into the pool. The boss
stood directly in front of my chair commenting on the coolness of the water.
To this day, I don't exactly know why I did what I did. But the girl looked so
vulnerable with one foot in the water and I could not pass up the chance to
make a splash. So I jumped up and grabbed her by the shoulders. Before she
could react, I had her teetering on the brink of the pool.

"Don't," Susan warned in her usual commanding voice. "Or you'll be sorry."

This time her domineering attitude worked against her. Two years of being
bossed around raged up inside me. Being 6 foot tall and a proud strong man, I
certainly did not see Susan as a physical threat despite her athletic build.
And I did not see how she could use this little incident against me at work.
Susan ran her little accounting department like a gulag and verbally flogged
any employees for the slightest transgression. Our professional relationship
had hit rock bottom a long time ago.

Sadly, the girl wanted to be liked and often organized little social events
and team building exercises. But most employees begged off for one reason or
another. No one wanted to spend quality time with the little Hitler.

So I took the opportunity to show Susan and Patty my manly, rebellious side.
Grinning in triumph, I took a second to gaze in to her pretty brown eyes. Then
I shoved her into the pool and started a calamitous chain of events.

My first hint of looming disaster came when I looked back at my female
audience. To me, the whole thing was just a joke. But the other two ladies
weren't laughing. They had a shocked expression on their pretty little faces.
Nobody messed with Susan at work and my companions failed to see the humor in
my actions.

The next hint of danger came as Susan exited the pool just a couple feet away.
Fury contorted her handsome features. I think I even saw smoke coming out of
her ears. She obviously did not like being tossed into the chilly water. Even
more, the boss hated defiance of any kind and I foolishly provided her with an
opportunity to demonstrate her authority.

"Your turn asshole." She said, coming straight at me.

Still mostly oblivious to my humiliating fate, I spent my last seconds as a
normal man staring at the wonderfully hard nipples poking thru the brown
fabric of her wet bathing suit. Such things always seemed to capture my
attention. The boss foolishly figured she was going to get her revenge by
throwing me in the pool. But I had other ideas. If Susan wanted to go for
another swim, I would oblige her.

Things started to go wrong as soon as our little scuffle began. Her strong,
slippery shoulders defied my attempts to get a good hold. I narrowly averted a
couple of close calls as Susan pressed her attack. As my female audience
discovered that this contest would not be an easy male win, they began to
cheer for Susan. This felt like a betrayal. For me, dunking the boss was just
a small victory for the working class over management. But the girls saw it as
a battle of sexes and I represented all those guys who never called back.

I desperately redoubled my efforts as the remote possibility of a humiliating
defeat trickled into my brain. But again the supple female slipped out of my
grasp and I lost my balance. This time, the boss got smart. Realizing that she
lacked the upper body strength to overcome my established position, the girl
leapt over a chair and used her formidable leg power to push me towards the
water. Still off balance, I could not respond to this new angle of attack and
fell into the ice cold pool.

The chill felt good but could not erase the humiliation of being overpowered
by a mere girl. Both Julie and Patty teased me as I exited the water.

"Girls rule!" the big blonde said to me, acknowledging my pathetic existence
for the first time.

"She taught you a lesson." Patty chuckled. My girl laughed at me.

I had to do something to erase this shameful defeat. Susan stood there
defiantly with her hand on her hips almost forcing me to oppose her once
again. But doubts cropped up for the first time. She radiated female power and
control. Her athletic body looked impossibly strong yet supple. Confidence and
assertiveness oozed out of every pore of her tanned skin. I began to feel
naked and exposed in my skimpy little speedos.

Despite the strong misgivings, I wasted no time in attacking the upstart young
woman. My lust for vengeance just could not be held at bay. But Susan was more
than ready for my straight forward assault. She grabbed my outstretched wrist
and judo tossed me back into the pool. It happened so quickly that I did not
realize the scope of the disaster until I hit the water.

This time the girls were busy high fiving it as I hoisted my cold body out of
the water. The first scuffle had been a closely contested battle. The second
turned into a total rout. The boss clearly demonstrated her superior power
over a weaker male employee. Susan wasted no time in turning and confronting
her defeated opponent.

"Had enough or do you want to go for another swim?" she taunted, standing just
a couple of inches away from my shivering body.

Perched precariously on the pool edge, I knew that Susan wanted nothing more
than to shove me in for the third time. Submission, however distasteful,
seemed like my only other option. Even though I towered 4 inches over the
indomitable female, it was painfully clear who was in complete control of this
pool party.

"No more." I said with a forced laugh. "You win."

But my fearsome boss did not relent. She stared at me for a few seconds before
her eyes traveled down the length of my muscular body. With growing
apprehension, I looked down too and noted with horror that my little speedos
had slipped significantly from my multiple contact with the water. A big brown
puff of hair protruded out the top. Susan could see a lot more than that.

I panicked and quickly covered up this latest embarrassment. My heart sank as
I glanced over at petite Patty. Tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks as
she futilely tried not to laugh at my continuing humiliation. For the women
this whole affair was now one big joke. But for me, it had turned deadly
serious. I thought for a horrible second that my female tormentor would reach
down and strip me naked in front of the other girls.

After what seemed like an eternity, the boss did something she rarely did. The
girl burst out in robust laughter. Evidently she saw the humor in the
situation as well. Susan fell back into an open chair by Julie still in
stitches at my expense.

All I could do was retreat and try to forget this horrible event ever
happened. But luscious little Patty refused to let it go.

"Boy, she really taught you who's the boss." She exclaimed as I took my chair
beside her.

"She got lucky." I replied, trying desperately to salvage any chance with the
bathing beauty. My shallow attempts to laugh at the whole affair failed to
impress her.

"It didn't look that way from here. It seemed like Susan handled you pretty
easily. I think we know who's the weaker sex."

"Jeez, BS," I stammered, "I wasn't even trying."

"Yeah, right. I'll bet you $50 Susan can take you in a fair wrestling match."
Patty challenged.

"Let me in on that bet. Susan would whip his ass." Julie chimed in. This whole
thing was spiraling out of control.

"Save your money little girls. I'm too big for her." I said trying to act
cool.

"How about it, Susan. You want to wrestle this guy?" my charming little lady
asked.

"Any time, anywhere," came the reply.

"Well, big guy, are you game? Or are you afraid to wrestle a girl?"

Patty closed the trap perfectly with that last challenge to my manhood. I had
no choice but to agree to this contest and followed the bikini clad little
vixen down to the basement of Susan's house. The boss looked at me and smiled
confidently. I averted my gaze in fear. Dark premonitions of defeat fueled my
growing angst. Somehow, I knew that going inside this large house would change
my world forever.

The girls quickly cleared an area in the well lit, nicely appointed basement.
The cool air was a welcome relief from the oppressive sun outside but I took
no comfort from it. Looking at Susan's sturdy frame decked out in her big one
piece bathing suit made me feel way under dressed for a wrestling match. I
turned to run back upstairs.

"I'm going to go get some clothes on. You should too, Susan." I announced.

Julie cut me off. Clad in that black bikini, the buxom girl looked like a
female storm trooper from a bad sci-fi flick.

"Not so fast you big chicken. You can wrestle just like you are." She
challenged me.

"Come on, please, I ... " came my childish response. The girl's big melons,
barely contained by her black top, captured my attention. It had to be the
most glorious female chest I had ever seen.

"Quit stalling." Patty yelled, breaking my confusion.

For the first time I began to feel the sexual tension pervading the room as I
turned to face my foe. A scantily clad male was about to engage a female in
hand to hand combat. This time the man needed to prove his mettle as the woman
had defeated him twice already. Two gorgeous, bikini girls watched the event
with growing anticipation. They sensed a glorious victory in the making for
the fairer sex. Taking all of this in, I felt the first of many stirrings
between my legs. My little speedos showed the girls everything.

Susan came right at me, I think in part to prevent my wavering courage from
deserting me. My only hope was that she knew little about wrestling. I
discerned from working with her that she played almost every sport available
to women, even kickboxing. But the female athlete never mentioned wrestling.
Susan leveled her head and charged prematurely. I knocked her flat on her
stomach.

Some confidence returned as I clambered atop the fallen female. My high school
wrestling experience would see me thru this thing. Beating her would rectify
the whole situation with Patty and restore my male dignity. My hands gripped
her firm biceps and my groin press against her wonderfully tight glutes. I
paused momentarily to enjoy the pleasant sensation. Susan began to force her
escape.

She stupidly tried to stand, a typical rookie mistake. I attempted to flip her
over. It should have been easy. After all, my opponent was just a girl and
quite a bit smaller than me. But her steely body refused to obey my command.
Too late, I reached back and grabbed her ankle. This provided the extra
leverage for the flip but she already had me in a head lock. The chance for a
quick victory had disappeared.

Now I had to save my own skin. I pushed her with both hands and backed my head
out of her trap. Susan lurched forward but scrambled quickly to her feet. All
I could do was follow suit.

Both of us took the opportunity to catch our breath and we circled each other
warily. I could feel my manhood bulging provocatively against my speedos. It
did not really bother me now. My mind focused solely on defeating the female
foe and reasserting male supremacy. Defeat would mean accepting the
unimaginable. Thankfully, Susan seemed not to notice my arousal either.
Perhaps it was unavoidable in a mixed match.

This time I attacked first, determined to show the girl proper takedown
technique. I fainted one way and hit her low and hard on the other leg. It
should have been a classic takedown. But again, the boss defied me and common
wrestling logic. Her legs felt like firmly rooted trees as I tried to lift the
girl off her feet. I managed to get Susan's front leg up, but she pivoted on
her back leg and threw me head first into the ground.

The girl landed hard on my back. Her awesome strength and athletic ability had
thwarted my plans again. Despite my size and muscular appearance, Susan had
definitely demonstrated her physical superiority and taken control of the
match.

I decided to keep my position and wait for my inexperienced opponent to make a
mistake. Much to my horror, Susan did just the opposite. Her right arm
encircled my head and her left hand went between my legs. I recognized the
cradle move immediately. It was very effective if the wrestler possessed the
strength to pull it off.

Earlier, I had dismissed this common wrestling tactic as inappropriate for a
mixed match. You just could not avoid some very private touching and that was
just what the boss did. Her left hand closed around my now throbbing shaft.
The brazenness of this provocative move left me stunned and speechless.

"Is that a cucumber or do you like getting whipped by a girl?" She whispered
in my ear. Her hot breath washed over my face. A part of me could not deny
that I found the current situation highly erotic.

But I rebelled nonetheless. The girl had directly challenged my manliness and
sexuality. Sadly, my attempt to throw her off sealed my fate. I brought one
leg up for leverage and Susan completed the dreaded cradle hold. She got me on
my back and forced my butt high into the air. Her small breast pressed against
my cheek and I could feel her bullet hard nipple digging into my skin.

The match was all but over at that point but Susan continued the massacre. She
released my legs and climbed atop her male foe. I resisted the move furiously.
For a fleeting second I saw myself throwing off this hated nemesis and
breaking free. But then reality set in. My hardened male muscles had lost much
of their shine. The boss grabbed my arms and pinned them beside my head with
contemptuous ease. She perspired heavily but seemed otherwise unaffected by
the hard fought match.

Susan grapevined my legs and pressed my aroused manhood under her superior
sex. It seemed like a fitting end to this humiliating match. There would be no
dignity for me on this day and no chance of saving a relationship with Patty.

"Submit!" she commanded with a smile. The girl ground herself ever so subtly
against me. The feel of her nylon bathing suit against my bare, sensitive man
flesh almost reached a climax.

All I could do was nod and stare into her beautiful, dominating eyes.

"Say it!" Susan demanded while increasing the pressure on my groin to painful
levels.

"I submit!"

The girl jumped up and started to high five her cheering female audience. All
I did was lay there breathless, beaten and pretty much naked. The little
speedos had given up trying to cover my massive erection a long time ago.
Patty looked at me and walked over.

"You owe me $50." She said with her light up the room smile. Then the cute
little blonde began to fondle my exposed privates with her beautiful foot.

I had dreamed many times of getting naked with this hot chick. But somehow
this was totally different. Humiliation from getting whipped by a girl, over
and over again, finally hit me. Jumping up, I tucked things away as best I
could and prepared to face Patty. Just to make things more difficult, the
bikini storm trooper swaggered into the picture.

"Yah, wimp, you owe me 50 too. Pay up." She demanded. My heart raced at her
intimidating and malevolent demeanor.

Just when thought things could not get any worse, I realized that I had only
$20 in my wallet.