The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol
By M.C.
Two muscular college girls get a summer job patrolling at the local beach.
 
Author's Note:
A lot of the stories that I write are inspired by pictures that I find on
the internet. But as I was writing this one, it dawned on me that while 
I can see the picture of the two muscular girls that inspired me to write 
this story, people reading it have no idea what Nancy and Jane actually 
look like. So I decided to post a link to the picture that inspired me to 
write this story. Nancy is the blond on the left and Jane is the Brunette 
on the right. I do hope that you can see them because I think it really 
enhances the story if you have a visual image of the muscular women 
that I'm writing about to go along with reading about them.
 
https://www.deviantart.com/mus1969/art/Double-Trouble-ll-980510
 
Chapter One: The Summer Job.
 
Nancy Morris was lying on the floor of her living room and doing her
usual afternoon workout - which consisted of a hundred, one-handed 
push-ups (fifty with her right hand and fifty with her left, alternating
her hands after every ten) - when Jane, her long-time best friend and 
college roommate entered their rented apartment. "Hey girlfriend," 
Jane began excitedly, "I think that I've found the perfect job for us
this summer. It's right up our alley." Without even pausing with her 
push-ups (and without even being out of breath), the large and very 
muscular blond asked, "And what is this 'perfect' job Jane? And why 
do you think it would be so great for us?"
 
"Well here Nancy, let me read the advertisement that was up on the 
university's bulletin board to you and you'll see. It says the following:
 
'Summer Job Offer. The community of Paradise Beach is looking to hire
a few university athletes for the summer to patrol the beach and make 
sure that order is kept. In addition to a salary, you will also be given a 
free beach house to live in for the duration of your employment. But
because the nature of the work may occasionally require some form 
of physical activity, only students in top condition will be considered 
for this position. Anyone interested in applying should contact Sheriff 
Watters or go to the sheriff's office in Paradise Beach for an interview.'
 
Jane grinned at her friend and said, "I think that by 'physical activity' 
they mean that some fighting might be necessary. Nancy, Paradise 
Beach is located only twelve miles (or 20k) from here. Think about it 
girl. A paying job? Living in a house on the beach for free for the entire 
summer? And we might even get to beat up a few rowdy or drunk 
macho guys who aren't behaving the way that we think they should
(wink). Can you imagine a better job for us this summer?"
 
Nancy finished her one hundredth, one-handed push-up, and only 
then was she slightly out of breath. After considering what Jane had
told her for a few minutes, the muscular blond smiled up at her life-
long friend (the girls grew up right next door to each other; more 
about that later) and said, "Yes Janie, I'm in complete agreement 
with you. This does indeed sound like the perfect summer job for 
us. So I suggest that we get in the car right now and drive over to 
Paradise Beach and apply before all of the positions are filled." 
 
Chapter Two: The Job Interview one hour later.
 
Captain Diane Watters carefully looked over the two large and very
muscular twenty-one year old university co-eds that sat across from 
her in her sheriff's office. "This wasn't exactly what I was expecting," 
she thought to herself. "But given the dismal track record that I've 
had over the past several summers with the self-centered, conceited, 
macho, university athletes that have worked here, maybe these 'girls' 
are just what I need to keep order on the beach. They certainly don't 
lack in the physical fitness department. I don't think I've ever seen 
females with muscles like theirs. So maybe hiring them (Nancy and 
Jane had made it conditional that they get hired together) is worth 
a shot. After all, they couldn't be any worse than the useless jocks 
that I've had here for the past few years."
 
The sheriff of Paradise Beach rose from the chair that she was 
sitting in and smiled at the two muscular females in front of her. 
"I'm happy to inform you that I've decided to hire you both to be
our beach patrol for the summer. So when can you girls start?"
 
"Our last day of classes at the university is this coming Wednesday
Sheriff Watters," Nancy replied. "And we'll probably need a day or 
two to pack up all of the stuff that we'll need for the summer and 
move into the beach house. So I'm guessing that we'll be ready to 
start doing our beach patrol by the weekend. Just in time for the 
large crowd of beachgoers which, we understand, inundates your
beach every summer."
 
"That's great news girls! And you can call me Diane; we're very 
informal in this town. Yes, you're entirely correct on that Nancy. 
When the summer begins, we are indeed inundated with large 
numbers of beachgoers; that's how this small town of ours makes 
most of its annual revenue. But because Paradise Beach is a small 
town with less than 3,000 permanent residents, we simply can't 
afford to hire more police to keep the peace for just a few months 
during the summer. That's why a few years ago I decided to try 
hiring university athletes to help us out during this period. But to 
be perfectly honest, so far this program hasn't been as successful 
as I had hoped it would be." 
 
"Let me guess why Sheriff, I mean Diane (grin)," Nancy said. "You no
doubt hired guys from the university's football team or other macho
jocks to keep order, didn't you?" Diane nodded. "And all they did was 
flirt with every pretty girl that they saw on the beach, play football
and volleyball during the day when they should have been on patrol
and have wild drinking parties at the beach house every night; right?"
Again Diane nodded, but with a knowing smile this time. "Well then 
let me assure you right now Diane that this will definitely not happen 
on our watch. Jane and I will make sure that Paradise Beach will 
have the nicest, safest and most orderly summer that you've ever
had - and you have our word on that." 
 
Nancy glanced over at her friend who gave her the 'thumbs up' sign 
in agreement. Then Jane rose from her chair and said, "There's a 
simple saying that my mother taught me when I was a little girl that 
I believe helps to explain the mistakes that were made regarding this 
summer program of yours Diane. And it is: 'Never hire a man to do a 
woman's job - they will only disappoint you'." The women all shared 
a giggle after Jane said that. Then they shook each other's hand and 
Sheriff Watters had her Beach Patrol locked in for the summer.
 
Chapter Three: Girlfriends for Life.
 
Nancy and Jane first met each other when Nancy's family moved into 
the house next door to Jane's. And as they were both seven years old 
at the time (Jane is actually one month older than Nancy), they hit it 
off immediately and have been the best of friends ever since. And as
they grew older, they became virtually inseparable. So much so that
the kids at their schools often related to them as sisters, which both 
of them considered a compliment.
 
For her tenth birthday at Nancy's request, her parents bought her 
a set of barbells and also set up a makeshift gym in their garage. 
Nancy and Jane took to weightlifting as fish do to water. Every day 
after school both girls could be found in the garage lifting weights;
sometimes for hours! They loved the feeling that being strong and
confident gave them. "It was a natural high for us," as Jane once 
referred to their weightlifting. And because they had formed such 
a strong bond with one another, it didn't matter to either Nancy or
Jane what the other kids at school thought about them and their 
ever growing muscles. Because they always had each other, they 
didn't need or even care about any peer group approval. In each 
other they had their own peer group.
 
Both of Nancy's parents were over six feet tall (183 cm.) so she 
also grew tall; topping out at six feet-two inches by her sixteenth 
birthday. But Jane's parents were relatively short in comparison 
and she stopped growing at five feet-six inches (see picture). 
Nancy's height and strength plus Jane's lightning quick reflexes 
and superb ball handling ability allowed them to lead their high 
school women's basketball team to two city championships in a
row - Nancy at center and Jane as the point guard. And because 
of that, both girls received scholarships to play basketball at the
university they now attend.
 
But this did not stop the girls' love for weightlifting. By the time 
that they entered the university, when they were nineteen, Jane's 
biceps measured a very impressive sixteen inches when she flexed, 
while Nancy's measured an even more astounding twenty! And 
both girls also possessed very impressive physical strength, as all 
the bullies throughout their school years found out - and often the 
hard way. When Nancy and Jane began high school, the bullying of 
students (which had long been a problem there) virtually ceased 
to exist within a few months; much to the delight of the school's 
teachers and administers. 
 
Now living together in a student apartment just off the university's 
campus, the two lifelong friends are preparing to enter their senior 
year, after which they hope they'll be accepted to their university's 
excellent law school and eventually become attorneys.
 
Chapter Four: The Orientation.
 
Sheriff Watters met Nancy and Jane outside of their beach house at 
seven in the morning. Because it was a Saturday, and officially the first 
day of the summer vacation, a large crowd of beachgoers was expected 
to show up. So Diane and the 'girls' decided to conduct the orientation 
early before the crowd began to arrive. That way Nancy and Jane would 
know exactly what their responsibilities were and what was expected of 
them. Despite being big, strong, twenty-one year old university co-eds 
about to enter their senior year in the Fall, Nancy and Jane felt as giddy 
as little girls before beginning their first day of work. Dressed in their 
sexy, two-piece bathing suits which highlighted their powerful arms and 
legs (their 'uniforms' as Jane referred to their attire) Sheriff Watters 
began Nancy and Jane's orientation.
 
"Basically all you girls have to do is walk around the beach and make 
sure that everything is orderly and that everyone is having a good time. 
And with regards to the rules of the beach, you can show some discretion. 
For example, the rules say that no alcoholic beverages are allowed on the 
beach. But if people are enjoying a bottle or two of wine while they're 
having a picnic, do we really need to enforce the rule? Or if some of your 
fellow students from the university are drinking a few cans of beer while 
they're here, are we to make a big stink about this? My philosophy is that 
so long as their drinking doesn't get out-of-hand to the point that they're 
bothering other people on the beach and they don't leave a lot of trash 
behind for the maintenance crew to clean up afterwards, then I say let 
them have a good time. After all, that's what our beach is for; right?
 
"But I would remiss if I didn't also warn you girls that occasionally we
do get gangs of high school or college students that come to the beach 
looking for trouble; that's why I mentioned that some 'physical activity' 
might be required in the advertisement. And then there's Craig Wilson -
otherwise known as the 'Bully of the Beach'. He inherited quite a lot of 
money when his parents passed away and has since become the classic 
example of a 'beach bum'. All he does now is hang around the beach
all day, lifting weights at our outdoor gym and making snide comments 
to the women and girls who work out there. But because he has never 
done anything that would be considered 'illegal', there isn't really a 
whole lot that I can do about it; much as I'd like to. You girls may have 
to deal with him sooner or later." (Diane swore that she saw Nancy 
and Jane grin at each other after she said that).
 
"We have designated areas for beach use so that one group doesn't
infringe or endanger another. Like the surfers have to use the areas in 
the water that are specifically set aside for them so as not to endanger 
the swimmers. Getting hit with a surfboard can hurt you know. Most of
the surfers follow those rules. But occasionally you may get a few who
don't so you might have to remind them of it. Ditto with the use on the
sand. For people who want to play football, volleyball or throw frisbees 
around there's also a designated area for that too so they won't disturb 
the people who want to sunbathe (this will come up a little bit later).


"Also, as neither of you are certified lifeguards, you won't be required to 
rescue people who may be having trouble in the ocean; like being caught 
in a riptide or having other problems while in the water. But do keep a
watchful eye on the swimmers just in case someone may need your help. 
And if a situation like that should happen to occur, as it undoubtably will 
from time-to-time, then any assistance that you can offer our lifeguards 
in such an emergency would be greatly appreciated."
 
"Diane," Jane interrupted, "rest assured that nobody on this beach is
going to drown just because rescuing people in the ocean is not in our 
job description. Nancy and I are both strong swimmers - VERY strong in 
fact. And we will definitely always be available should the need arise; 
of that you can be sure of. And insofar as the drinking goes, as college
girls we know the difference between moderate and heavy drinking.
Having had to deal with rowdy and intoxicated guys at our university, 
we definitely have a bit of experience in dealing with them. Don't we
Nancy?" The two muscular girls laughed after Jane said that.
 
"Very well then girls," Sheriff Watters said with a smile, "I can already 
see that with the two of you patrolling our beach this summer, it will 
indeed be a safe and secure place to be. I will be dropping by from 
time-to-time to check-up and see on how things are going. And if you 
should require anything at all, don't hesitate to let me know. So in the 
meantime, good luck." As Sheriff Watters walked off, Nancy and Jane 
slapped each other five and began their first day of beach patrol. 
 
Chapter Five: Nancy and Jane's first day patrolling the beach.
 
For the first few hours things were quiet for the girls as they made 
their rounds on the beach. Because it was still rather early, the crowd 
was small compared to what things would be like later in the day. 
Nancy and Jane used that opportunity to familiarize themselves with 
the area that they would be patrolling and get to know the lifeguards 
that were on duty. But as the day wore on, the crowd began to grow. 
Then sometime in the early afternoon, the girls heard loud cries of 
"Help! Help!" They quickly ran over to where the cries were coming 
from and immediately saw what the problem was.
 
Just as Sheriff Watters had warned earlier, two young children that had 
been playing in the water suddenly found themselves caught up in a 
riptide and were being pulled out to sea while their parents along with 
many onlookers looked on in panic. Without waiting for the lifeguards 
to arrive, Nancy and Jane dove into the water and, with their powerful 
arms and legs propelling them rapidly forward, they quickly caught up 
to the distressed children. "Climb onto our backs and wrap your arms 
tightly around our necks and we'll swim you back to the shore," Nancy 
said. Jane then added, "And please don't be afraid. With Nancy and me
here, you're as safe as you can possibly be."
 
Despite the strength of the riptide pulling them out to sea, it was no 
match for the strength of the two powerful girls. Nancy and Jane 
easily overcame the riptide's force and swam the two children back 
to safety; much to the relief of their parents, the beach crowd that 
was watching and the grateful lifeguards who might not have arrived 
in time to save the children from drowning. After they had graciously 
acknowledged the cheers from the crowd, Jane and Nancy calmly 
returned to their beach patrol - as if nothing out of the ordinary had 
just happened! The remainder of that day passed by uneventfully. 
But whatever doubts that anybody might have had about having 
these two girls patrolling the beach had now been put to rest.
 
Chapter Six: Nancy tames the Beach Bully.
 
The next day another 'incident' occurred that the girls had to deal 
with. But this one was of a totally different nature than saving the 
two children from a riptide. Sheriff Watters had warned Nancy and 
Jane about Craig - the large, tough beach bum who was considered 
to be the 'Beach Bully'; a title that he was actually quite proud of. 
Standing six feet-four inches tall and weighing in at a very muscular 
250 pounds, Craig was indeed an imposing physical specimen. But 
unfortunately, like all bullies do, he uses his size and strength to 
intimidate people on the beach; especially the females. 
 
Nancy and Jane knew that at some point during the summer a
confrontation with Craig was inevitable; they just didn't expect 
that it would happen on their second day. But fate, as she often 
does, had other ideas. "Are you girls the Beach Patrol for this 
summer?" a woman who appeared to be in her late 20's asked 
them while they were making their rounds that afternoon. "Yes 
we are. I'm Nancy and this is my best friend and partner Jane. 
How can we be of assistance to you?"
 
"I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Sandra. It's that boorish bully Craig. 
He started harassing me and my friends at the outdoor gym ever 
since we arrived today and began our workouts. And even after we 
asked him politely to stop, he refused and continues to make snide 
and sexist comments towards us. I know that you're just girls, but
is there anything that you can possibly do about this?" 
 
Nancy and Jane looked at each other and winked. "So, who gets 
to handle this one Jane; me or you?" Jane thought for a moment 
and said, "How about we let a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors decide? 
On three; O.K? One, two, three." Nancy's open hand covered Jane's 
fist. "Well girlfriend, looks like I get to have a little bit of fun today; 
tee, hee, hee." Sandra was surprised at how casual both girls were 
about this. One of them was now about to take on the biggest and 
strongest guy on the beach - and she was giggling about it! Then 
Sandra noticed Nancy's massive 20 inch biceps, and understood. 
 
"Come Sandra, let's take a walk over to the outdoor gym and see if 
I can't use a bit of 'feminine persuasion' on this Craig guy. Maybe I
can persuade him to be nicer to people from now on." Jane then
added with a giggle, "My friend has her own very unique style of
getting guys to see things her way Sandra - and it's VERY effective."
While walking over to the gym, Nancy saw something that was lying
in the sand. When she bent over to see what it was, she saw, of all 
things, a crowbar. "Hmmm.I think this will do nicely," the large and
muscular blond said. And then she added with what could only be 
described as an evil smile, "Very nicely indeed."
 
"Craig!" Nancy said in a strong tone of voice as she opened the gate 
to the gym (it was surrounded by a chain-linked fence to prevent 
small children from entering). "I think that you and I need to have a 
little chat about your behavior towards the people on this beach;
especially the females." Despite Nancy's six foot-two inch and 225 
pound muscular frame, Craig still had two inches and twenty-five 
pounds on her. "Well, well, if it isn't the 'muscle chick' patrol," he 
arrogantly said. And then added words that he would soon come
to regret. "Did you come here to spank the naughty boy?" 
 
Again Nancy and Jane winked at each other. "Why what a lovely 
idea Craig. Thank you for suggesting it. But first things first. Hold 
your hands out close together, I have something very special to
show you." Confused at what was now going on (and why the 
muscular girl was holding a crowbar in her right hand), the large
bully nevertheless held out both of his hands a few inches away
from her. "O.K. muscle chick, what did you want to show me?"
 
"This." What happened next had to be seen to be believed. In fact,
even people who were there and did witness it, still had trouble 
believing it. In a blink of an eye, Nancy, holding the solid, one inch 
thick iron crowbar at both ends, quickly placed it underneath 
Craig's wrists and then bent it around them until the ends of the 
crowbar were touching each other, locking Craig's hands together
(and she did it without even seeming to exert herself!). Everyone 
who was at the gym at the time stared in stunned silence at what 
they had just seen this amazing girl do - everyone except Jane 
that is; she was laughing. 
 
"There," Nancy said matter-of-factly, "that should hold you for a
little while. So now I can give you the spanking that you suggested."
Totally immobilized by her makeshift iron 'handcuffs', the beautiful
blond grabbed the now helpless bully firmly by his sweatshirt and 
dragged him over to a near-by bench. After she sat down on it, 
Nancy yanked Craig over her knees and pulled the training pants 
and boxer shorts that he was wearing down to his thighs, exposing 
his bare buttocks for all to see. "What a nice tuchie you have here 
Craig," Nancy teased and then giggled, "and it's just begging to be 
spanked; tee, hee, hee." And that's exactly what the strong girl 
proceeded to do - much to the delight of the people watching.
 
After the now totally humiliated Craig broke down completely and
began to cry, Nancy stopped spanking him. "Very well then," she 
said, "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to leave you here 
until five o'clock when Jane and I finish our shift. And as you now 
have a few hours until then, I want you to use that time to think 
about how you've been living your life and what you can do to 
improve it. At five we'll come back here and I'll release you from 
my 'handcuffs'. Then I'm going to take you to our beach house 
where you and I will have a serious discussion about how you can 
make yourself a better and more productive person, instead of
the lazy beach bum and bully that you've become."
 
Nancy smiled at Jane and said, "Well girlfriend, it looks like my 
work here is finished. And Sandra, I don't think that Craig will be 
bothering you and your friends here anymore; nor anybody else 
for that matter. So Jane, what say we return to the shoreline and 
continue our patrol." The two muscular college girls then left the 
outdoor gym and began walking back towards the beach, leaving 
a very chastised and humiliated former beach bully helplessly 
handcuffed behind them.
 
Just as Nancy had promised, at five P.M. she and Jane returned to 
the outdoor gym. Waiting for them, in addition to Craig of course, 
was Sheriff Watters, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Well girls, see that 
you've met our beach bully today." Nancy smiled. "Yes Diane, we 
did. But I believe that his bullying days might be over; isn't that 
right Craigie? (Nobody had ever dared to call him Craigie to his 
face before). Now, let's see what we can do about these handcuffs 
of yours." The large man was standing a few inches in front of her. 
Nancy grabbed the ends of the iron crowbar and, just as easily as 
she had bent them around Craig's wrists, she pried them open; 
again without seeming to strain herself at all.
 
"There, you're free now Craigie." Then the mighty blond bent down
and lifted the 250 pound man up and placed him over her large right 
shoulder. "Now you and I are going to our beach house and have that 
serious discussion about your lifestyle that I said we'd have. And I do
hope that you spent some of your time here this afternoon thinking 
about ways you can improve it." With that, the powerful girl wrapped
her strong right arm around Craig's ankles so that he wouldn't fall off
and began walking towards the beach house; laughing with Jane as 
she did so.
 
Chapter Seven: The Confrontation with the Football Players.
 
The next two days were pretty routine except that Jane and Nancy did 
have to rescue several more swimmers that got caught in riptides; but
it was nothing that the girls couldn't handle. But then on Wednesday, 
their fifth day on patrol, they did have to deal with another incident 
which required them to use a bit of 'physical activity' (as the ad in the 
brochure described it).
 
One of the responsibilities that Nancy and Jane had as they patrolled 
the beach was to make sure that everybody was, in addition to enjoying 
themselves, following the rules. And one of those rules was that people 
throwing frisbees around or playing football or volleyball use the special 
area that's specifically designated for sports activities so that they don't
disturb the people that are lying around on towels and sunbathing. For 
the first four days that Nancy and Jane had been on beach patrol there 
hadn't been any problems with this. But on their fifth day a problem did
arise; a problem that the girls had to deal with in their 'unique' style.
 
While doing their routine patrol of walking along the beach and making 
sure that everybody was safe, having a good time and the rules of the
beach were being adhered too, the muscular girls saw a group of large
guys from their university's football team playing a pick-up game - five
against five. There was nothing wrong with that, except that they were 
playing smack in the middle of sunbathing area where a lot of people 
(including families with small children) were lying around and not in 
the area that was specially set aside for sports. "I guess we'll have to
have a little 'chat' with these boys and explain the rules to them Jane,"
Nancy said as the girls approached the area where they were playing.
 
"Excuse me boys," Nancy said in as polite a tone as she could, "but as
that large sign over there clearly states, this is the area of the beach
that's been designated for sunbathers only. If you guys want to play 
football, then the place for that is over there." Nancy pointed to the 
large, vacant area about a hundred yards (or ninety meters) away. 
"So if you guys would kindly move your football game over to there, 
it would be greatly appreciated by all." 
 
Although Nancy tried to be as respectful and congenial as she could, 
the proud, macho jocks simply ignored her and continued with their 
game. One of them, Ray - who was the largest and strongest guy on 
the football team - was even heard saying to his friends, "Let's just 
ignore these muscle chicks and continue with our game." And that's 
exactly what they did; although it was a decision that they would all
soon come to regret. Nancy and Jane looked at one another and a 
knowing smile passed between them.
 
Realizing that a stronger message was required, both girls walked out 
to the middle of the football game in-between the two teams. Nancy 
reached down, grabbed the football and - THUMP! - drop-kicked it all
the way to the area designated for sports. Incredibly, the football flew 
through the air the entire distance - a hundred yards! "There," Nancy 
said in more menacing tone of voice this time, "that's where you boys
will continue your football game. And I would strongly suggest that 
you go there; NOW!" 
 
If Nancy thought that her display of raw female power would convince 
these tough, macho jocks to do what she asked and move their game 
over to where the football had landed, then she was mistaken. Because 
to the contrary, it only seemed to get them even more riled up (perhaps 
that was her plan all along?). "You girls are neither lifeguards or police,"

Ray blurted out. "All you muscle chicks seem to do around here is walk 
up and down the beach all day and flex your muscles for the people to
take pictures of you freaks of nature (Ray probably hadn't heard about 
the swimmers that the girls had rescued from riptides, but it's doubtful 
that he would have cared even if he had). So what in the hell gives the 
two of you the authority to boss us around this beach like you own it?"
 
Nancy and Jane noticed that the football players were all closing in on
them now. But if the muscular girls felt threatened by this, you certainly 
couldn't tell by looking at them. They just stood there in-between the 
two teams of jocks with their hands on their hips - smiling! "What gives 
us the authority to enforce the rules here you ask? How about these?" 
The two powerful girls flexed their awesome biceps. Then Nancy said in 
a MUCH more menacing tone, "I'd move your game over to where your 
football is if I were you; before Jane and I lose all of our patience. And 
trust me when I say this, you boys really don't want to be around these 
two 'muscle chicks', as you called us, when we finally do lose our cool.
But that choice is entirely up to you."
 
There was no doubt now that the girls had had run out of patience 
with these arrogant and chauvinistic jocks. But because the large,
tough, macho guys also didn't seem willing to back down either, an 
altercation between Nancy and Jane and the ten university football 
players now seemed to be inevitable. A tense standoff followed for 
a few seconds and then Ray said to his teammates, "O.K. guys, let's 
stop fooling around and just throw these muscle chicks out of here
so that we can continue our game!"
 
Chapter Eight: The Fight. 
 
Big mistake. WHAM! SMACK! CRACK! PUNCH! With a powerful series 
of lightning fast punches from their rock-hard fists, the muscular girls 
struck. And not only did they stop their attackers dead in their tracks, 
but sent all of them reeling backwards. "So, which team do you want 
to take on girlfriend?" Nancy calmly asked Jane. "I think I'll take the 
five guys on the right, the team with Ray on it," Jane replied with a 
cryptic smile. "You can have the five on the left, and let's see which
girl finishes her team off first." Nancy smiled and said, "You're on Jane. 
Our usual bet?" Jane grinned back and nodded. "Very well then, let's 
show these rough, tough, macho guys what two 'muscle chicks' can 
do and kick some royal ass!" 
 
The combined power of their mighty muscles and rock-hard fists
proved to be far too much for the large, strong football players as the
two girls began to battered them all around the beach. And as the 
powerful girls continued to pound the totally outclassed jocks, a large
crowd of beachgoers gathered around to watch - many even began to 
cheer the girls on! Most of the people who went to Paradise Beach in
the summer despised the pompous and conceited university athletes 
who showed up there because they were usually very condescending 
and aloof towards everyone else. And because of that, most of them 
were quite pleased to watch these arrogant jocks finally getting their 
comeuppance - and from just two girls!
 
About two minutes into their fight against the football players, Jane 
looked over at Nancy, smiled and said, "Hey girlfriend, did I ever tell 
you how pretty your hair is?" WHAM! SMACK! THUD! "It's always so 
soft and fluffy." SOCK! CRACK! POW! "And I love the way it swishes 
around while you're punching out your guys." Nancy smiled back at 
her friend. "Why thank you for that Janie; what a sweet thing to say." 
PUNCH! WHACK! SMACK! "But you also have pretty hair." THUMP! 
CRACK! POW! "You just need to take better care of it. SOCK! SLAM! 
"Like brush it more often like I do." THUMP! SMASH! "That's all."
 
To the large crowd of beachgoers that had gathered around the fight, 
what was happening now must have seemed like something straight 
out of a science fiction movie - in other words 'surreal'. For not only 
were they watching two very strong and beautiful girls easily beating 
up ten of the largest and strongest guys on their university's football 
team, but while they were doing it, the girls were engaged in a casual 
conversation with each other - about their hair! It was as if their fight
was nothing more than a distraction for them! Surreal to say the least. 
 
"Why are you strong ladies beating up all these boys?" a young girl, 
who couldn't have been more than six or seven years old, asked Jane 
as she watched the muscular brunette punching out the five guys of 
her 'team'. "Were they being naughty?" Despite the fact that she was 
in the middle of a fight, Jane smiled down at the young girl and said 
in a calm, sweet voice, "Yes honey, they were being very naughty." 
PUNCH! WHACK! WHAM! "But what did they do that was so bad
that they deserve the beating that you're giving them?" she asked.
 
"They were bothering all the people on the beach by playing football 
in the sunbathing area where they knew they shouldn't have been." 
SOCK! WHUMP! And they refused to move their game to the proper 
place; even after my friend asked them very nicely to do so." WHAM! 
POW! "So we felt that they needed to be taught a lesson in manners,
and that's what we're doing." BAM! CRACK! SMACK! "I'm sure that 
they'll be good boys and behave themselves after Nancy and I get 
through with them." PUNCH! POW!
 
The young girl smiled up at Jane and said, "When I get older, I want 
to be as big and strong as you and your friend are so that I'll also be 
able to beat up the naughty boys in my school." Jane paused briefly 
from battering her 'team' around and gently patted the small girl on 
her head. "I'm sure that you will be honey. I can see that already; I 
just know you'll be."
 
SOCK! And with a final right hook to the jaw, Jane knocked out Ray, the 
last one of her 'team' that was still standing; and thus winning her bet 
with Nancy. WHAM! Ten seconds later Nancy put down the last of her
team too. "Well girlfriend, it looks like this time you won our bet." 
Nancy then grinned and added, "So I suppose that means dinner is on 
me tonight. Chinese, right?" Jane gave her friend the 'thumbs up' sign.
 
Chapter Nine: After the Fight.
 
The muscular girls allowed the football players a few minutes recover 
from the comprehensive beating that they had just given them. While 
they waited, Nancy and Jane flexed their awesome muscles and posed 
for photos for the large crowd that had gathered around them; many 
of whom were cheering. And among those cheering the loudest was 
Diane Watters, the Sheriff of Paradise Beach who had hired the girls 
just one week earlier. "Hiring the two of you for this summer was the 
best decision that I've ever made," she told them later at their beach 
house. "In just one week, you girls have made this place the safest 
and most orderly that I can ever remember it being."
 
When the stunned and battered university football players started
to recover, Nancy ordered them to sit together at one place on the 
sand. After they had meekly done so, Jane stood in front of them, 
put her hands on her hips and gave them all a stern lecture: 
 
"O.K. tough guys," she began, "this is how it's going to be on OUR 
beach from now on and until the end of the summer. Because you 
willfully disobeyed the rules and refused to do as my friend Nancy
had requested, even after she had asked you politely, and then you
all attacked us 'poor defensiveness girls' at once, we've decided to 
ban you from the use of this beach for the next two weeks. If either 
Nancy or I see any of you here before the ban expires, then the 
beating that you'll get from us will be worse than the 'gentle' one 
that you just received.
 
"And if you think that bringing in more of your teammates here will 
help you guys, then I strongly advise you to think again. Nancy and I 
are more than capable of beating up your entire football team just 
as easily as we just beat up the ten of you. Furthermore, if you boys 
should decide to return to our beach after the ban has expired, you 
will follow all of the rules - or else! SMACK! (Jane pounded her right 
fist hard into the palm of her left hand to emphasize her point). In 
conclusion, I hope that you boys understood everything that I just
told you so there won't be any 'misunderstandings' about this."
 
After Jane had finished her lecture, Nancy simply couldn't resist
the temptation to include one final dig at the once proud athletes 
that she and Jane had just publicly humiliated (both girls despised
the football players for all of the snide comments that they had to
endure from them on their university's campus because of their 
muscles). "We'd also like to thank you boys for this lovely workout.
And I do hope that you enjoyed it every bit as much as Janie and I 
did. I just wish that I could see the looks on your girlfriends' faces
when you tell them that all of your black eyes, bloody noses and 
swollen faces came from just two girls. Tee, hee, hee."
 
Ray slowly got to his feet and began to stagger away. But he 
didn't far before he heard a strong, female voice from behind 
him say, "Hold on there Ray, where do you think you're going? 
I'm not quite through with you yet!" The well built, six foot-three 
inch, 235 pound offensive right tackle turned around and looked 
down at the five foot-six inch, 165 pound muscular brunette that 
was only a few feet away from him. "I'm leaving the beach, like 
you ordered us to Jane," he replied, visually shaking in fear from 
a girl who was nine inches shorter and seventy pounds lighter 
than he was.
 
"With you Ray I've had a slight change of heart. So instead of 
leaving the beach, I'm taking you back to our beach house for
a little 'girl-to-boy' chat. That where the girl talks and the boy 
listens." The strong and beautiful brunette then bent down and -
just like Nancy had done three days earlier with Craig - lifted the 
large athlete over her right shoulder and began to carry him off. 
"Cover for me for the next hour or two Nancy; O.K? Ray and I 
are going to get better acquainted; if you catch my drift (wink)." 
Nancy smiled and flashed her friend the 'thumbs up' sign, 
then resumed her beach patrol.
 
After word spread around Paradise Beach about what Nancy 
and Jane did to the ten university football players, most of the 
beachgoers (many of whom had been skeptical at first about 
having two girls patrolling the beach no matter how strong 
they were), completely changed their attitudes towards them. 
The powerful girls were now treated with both respect and 
love; and they responded with respect and love in return. It 
was the beginning of a wonderful relationship that would last 
throughout the entire summer.
 
Chapter Ten: What's in a Name?
 
Nancy and Jane, having just completed their work shift for the 
day, were sitting on the porch of their beach house and looking 
out over the ocean. As the two girls sipped their glasses of wine, 
they reflected on how their first two weeks of Beach Patrol had
gone. And the verdict was - fantastic! For not only did they get 
the rowdy elements that had been plaguing the beach for the 
past several years under control, but they were also enjoying
all of the positive vibes they felt coming from the beachgoers. 
 
That was something that Nancy and Jane just weren't used to. 
Being very powerfully built and tough females (but tough only
when they felt that it was absolutely necessary for them to be), 
the girls often found that their mere physical presence was
intimidating to people around them. They would be stared at
(often disapprovingly) and kept at arm's length as if they had
the plague. Being a strong and massively muscled female can 
be quite lonely for a girl; even if she does have a likeminded 
best friend around to support her.
 
But here, on Paradise Beach, the girls were discovering that the 
opposite was true. The vast majority of people that Nancy and
Jane encountered during the day while they were on patrol very 
much appreciated them and the job that they were doing. By 
taming the bad elements (think Craig and the football players) 
and rescuing swimmers that were in trouble (twelve in their first 
two weeks alone - including five children), Nancy and Jane gave 
everybody a feeling of security that they never felt in previous 
summers. The muscular girls had become the unofficial 'Queens 
of Paradise Beach'; and they were relishing every minute of it.
 
"You know Nancy, I think that we need something like a nickname 
to call ourselves," Jane said. "I often hear people referring to us as 
'those strong girls'. But we do so much more around here than just 
walk around and flex our muscles for people who want to take our
pictures or pose with us. We rescue people in trouble in the ocean, 
tame bullies that harass people and ensure that the beach is clean 
and orderly. And we even started teaching women and girls how 
to lift weights safely at the outdoor gym after we finish our shift. 
So I think that we need a nickname that better reflects all that you 
and I actually do around here. What do you think girlfriend?"
 
"I totally agree with you Janie. I also overhear people referring to 
us as those 'strong girls', and like you I'm not really thrilled about 
it either. So, what do you suggest that this new nickname for us
should be? Something like maybe 'The Amazon Squad' perhaps?"
 
"Hmmm.that's not too bad Nancy; better than 'Strong Girls' for
sure. But 'The Amazon Squad' still reflects on only two of our
aspects - namely our strength and toughness. I was thinking about 
something more along the lines of say, 'The Beach Bouncers' or 
'The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol'. Those might be more appropriate. 
(Neither Jane or Nancy were shy about being strong, tough girls. 
To the contrary, they're both very proud of their strength and
physiques; and all the years of dedication and hard work that it 
took for them to get that way). "I think that of the two of them, 
I'm kind of leaning towards 'The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol'. It
sounds a lot less intimidating than 'The Beach Bouncers'." 
 
After pondering Jane's suggestions for a few moments, Nancy 
smiled and said, "Great idea Jane! I love it! We'll go with that. 
So starting right now, you and I will officially be known around 
Paradise Beach as, 'The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol'. Wonderful! 
Now let's call up 'the boys' (Craig and Ray who were now at the 
girls' beck and call - whether they wanted to be or not) and tell 
them to get their asses over to here ASAP so that we girls can 
have some afterwork fun (smirk)."
 
Chapter Eleven: The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol.
 
Sheriff Diane Watters was so impressed by the popularity that 
'The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' was having that she had several 
hundred caps and T-shirts with their nickname and logo (two 
large women flexing their muscles) printed on them to sell at 
the beach. And the items proved to be so popular with the 
beachgoers - especially the girls and women - that the following 
summer she had several thousand more made; and sold every 
last one of them. All of the profits from the sales of these items 
were shared equally between Nancy, Jane and the lifeguards.
 
For the rest of that summer everything proceeded in a safe and 
orderly manner. There were, to be sure, many more 'incidents' 
that the girls had to deal with over the course of the next few
months, like people fighting, refusing to follow the rules of the 
beach, or leaving large amounts of trash behind for the beach 
maintenance crew to clean up. But it wasn't anything that the 
two powerful and beautiful college girls couldn't handle; often 
in their own 'unique' style. 
 
Fights were usually broken up by the girls simply beating up
all of the people that were involved; regardless of who was in 
the right. "We're not judges," Nancy explained to the beach
crowd that was watching as she and Jane were punching out 
two rival gangs of students from different high schools (there 
were twelve guys in all and this time Nancy won her bet with 
Jane). "Fighting on the beach is strictly prohibited, regardless 
of who started it. These boys can have their fight anywhere 
else that they want to; but not here on OUR beach!" After 
the beating that the girls gave them that day the gangs never 
returned to Paradise Beach.
 
If they caught people leaving behind a large amount of trash 
on the beach, they forced them to clean up their mess. And as 
a result, Paradise Beach was the cleanest that Sheriff Watters 
could ever remember it being. Swimmers still had to be saved
from heavy surf and riptides. In fact by the end of that summer, 
Nancy and Jane had chalked up over a hundred rescues - and 
not one single person drowned that year on their watch. 
 
During a good-bye BBQ party on the beach for Jane and Nancy 
on their last day of Beach Patrol just before they moved back to 
their apartment near the university, Sheriff Watters and the
lifeguard crew presented them with official lifeguard certificates - 
it was an honor that the girls would cherish forever. And true to 
the promise that they had made to Diane during their initial job 
interview, that summer at Paradise Beach was indeed the nicest, 
safest and most orderly that anyone could remember.
 
Chapter Eleven: Update - Two Years Later. 
 
It had been two years since the events described above took 
place and this is what has transpired since. Both Nancy and 
Jane were accepted into their university's law school program 
and in the Fall they'll begin their final year of studies. Since 
they loved their summer job as the 'Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' 
so much, they continued to work the beach during summer 
breaks. But because they'll both be practicing attorneys by 
the following summer, this unfortunately would be their last 
year patrolling at Paradise Beach.
 
But Jane had an idea as to how that could be solved - recruit 
younger, strong, athletic females from the university as their 
replacements so the 'Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' can continue. 
Sheriff Watters liked the idea and so - at Jane and Nancy's 
recommendation - she hired two muscular, athletic girls (both 
of whom were experts in various forms of martial arts) to work 
part time with Jane and Nancy so that they'll be able to replace 
them the following summer. The girls even came up with a 
nickname for themselves: "The New Muscle Girls Beach Patrol". 
Admittedly it wasn't very original, but Nancy and Jane were 
flattered nevertheless.
 
After the girls had 'persuaded' Craig and Ray to get rid of the
macho, 'tough guy' images that they both had of themselves
and finally come around to embracing the concept of female 
superiority, they became their tender, loving boyfriends; Craig 
with Nancy and Ray with Jane. "It took a few more beatings and 
spankings for Nancy and I to convince the boys to 'see the light' 
and come around to accepting our superiority over them," Jane 
explained to Diane at their beach house one afternoon as they 
all were enjoying a bottle (or two) of wine. Then Nancy giggled 
and added, "But Jane and I sure had a lot of fun 'retraining'
them; didn't we girlfriend? Tee, hee, hee." 
 
So, will there be a marriage or two on the horizon for the two 
strong and beautiful muscle girls? Only time will tell (wink).
 
Chapter Twelve: Epilogue - Eight Years Later.
 
Nancy and Jane glanced towards the shore and, satisfied that 
their husbands - Craig and Ray - were carefully watching over 
their four children and that all was good, they laid down on 
their beach towels and began working on their tans. It had 
been quite a few years since 'the girls' had an opportunity to 
return to Paradise Beach. After earning their law degrees and 
passing the bar exam, both of them began to work as attorneys 
for the same large and prestigious law firm which was located 
several hundred miles away.
 
After four years of practicing law with the firm, Nancy and Jane
decided to strike out on their own and began their own law firm
(they had actually discussed doing this while they were still in
law school). And since they couldn't decide who should get first 
billing for the law firm's name, they chose 'The Power Girls Law 
Firm', inspired by their former 'The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' 
moniker. After several years of long and hard hours (and that's
not to mention having two children each), they finally had time 
to take a vacation; and decided to return to Paradise Beach. 
 
As Jane and Nancy relaxed and began to 'soaked up some rays',
they saw a very familiar face approaching them - Sheriff Diane 
Watters. She was walking with two large and well-built women 
who appeared to be in their early 20's - college age that is. 
"Well hello there girls," Diane smiled as she greeted them. 
"Long time no see." 
 
"Yes Sheriff," Jane replied with a grin. "It has been quite a while 
hasn't it? Nancy and I have been a little bit busy these past few 
years. You know, starting our own law firm, raising a family; the 
usual stuff. And who are your two friends here? They wouldn't 
be this summer's 'Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' now would they?" 
When Jane said this the two girls began to blush.
 
"Why as a matter of fact they are Jane," Diane winked. "What
was the clue that gave it away? Was it the caps and T-shirts 
that they're wearing? Or their sixteen inch biceps?" They all 
started to laugh now. Diane then turned to the two young 
women and said, "Girls, please allow me the great honor of 
introducing you to Nancy and Jane, the women who began
the 'Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' program ten years ago. And 
it's largely because of them that Paradise Beach has been 
rated as the safest, cleanest and friendliest beach in the 
entire state for ten straight years now."
 
"It is indeed a great honor for us to meet the two of you," 
one of the girls said. "You two are legends around here; the 
original 'Muscle Girls Beach Patrol'. You've set the standards 
by which we're all being judged today."
 
"Yes," her partner chimed in. "Did you really beat up ten big, 
strong, tough university football players all at once? Just the 
two of you?" When Nancy and Jane smiled and nodded their 
heads, she exploded, "WOW! That's really awesome! I mean 
it's TOTALLY awesome! You girls really are the stuff of legends 
aren't you?" Now it was Nancy and Jane's turn to blush.
 
"All we did was our job," Jane said. "We did what we were 
supposed to do - keep Paradise Beach safe, clean and orderly. 
And for us it was both the most wonderful and rewarding 
experience that we've ever had." The still quite muscular 
brunette looked over at her lifelong friend and asked, "Don't 
you agree, girlfriend?" Nancy smiled and nodded her head.
Then she looked at the two college girls and said, "We wish 
you both the best, and hope that you'll find the experience 
of being 'The Muscle Girls Beach Patrol' this summer every 
bit as rewarding and enjoyable as Jane and I did. It was an
experience that neither of us will ever forget."