Stone Cold 3: Hello Leroy By Merz Leroy's Story of the Muscle Bitch, first time I got off work our first night still feeling the charge from showing some hard ass how easy it is for me to give him a permanent case of regrets. I worked him over pretty good, but Mr. Marlowe said nothing fatal so I just made it last. Made a lasting impression on his ribs and both legs, mostly. So I was still feeling high and dropped by the house like I sometimes do. Roo-anne who runs the place met me just inside the door and said that new muscle bitch wanted to see me next time I came in. Yeah. I'll look in on her after, I started saying and Roo-anne said now, not after. If I tried getting with any of the whores she'd let the muscle bitch know. That was her orders. So I went to the gym where Roo-anne said she'd be, to get her squared away. I hadn't seen her since that first day, but I hadn't forgot it. I wondered what she used - a stun gun, a hammer, something. I just knew she put my lights out and my jaw was still sore from it. Losing Hector was nothing personal, although he'd been fun to work with sometimes because of how he sometimes got carried away like I do and he loved to watch me do my thing on somebody who thought he could stand up to me. But what the hell, I'd have a talk with her about Hector while I was at it. I heard Mr. Marlowe had sent her out on a couple jobs roughing up guys for this and that and I wanted to let her know I was still top dog in that department. She was just filling in for Hector was all, not moving into my territory, I'd tell her. I went in through the back door of the gym and saw her doing dips. She had some weights hanging down from a belt, but she had the lights real low so nobody going by on the street could see her working out on the after-midnight shift. I couldn't see how much weight she was doing the dips with. Against the window in the dark that hair looked like a big fighting rooster's crest. I walked over and she stopped what she was doing and let the belt drop with a load clang. "Stay away from the girls," she says to me. "They don't deserve it and you don't earn it." "Deserve it? They're whores. What do you think they deserve? Besides, I pay them what they're worth. More than they'd get for it if the money went through Mr. Marlowe." I pulled off my training jacket so she'd see my arms. She was close enough now I saw she had on a sweat shirt because the big empty gym was cold. No chance to let her compare how big my arms were with whatever she was so proud of. So I'd show her what mine could do, so she'd know. I picked up a couple dumbbells and did a some curls. A guy like me who naturally has the muscle doesn't need to lift weights like some pansy gym rat, but I did a few to show her. "You play too rough. Mandy missed two nights work after your last visit. Then you kept after Rose for so long she could have had two other clients. And they say you don't wear a condom. Everybody goes with the girls is going to wear a rubber. Until you learn to play by the same rules as everyone, find someone else to play rough with. The girls are selling their bodies for Marlowe just like you and me are. We're all feeding off the bottom here. We all get the same respect for what we do." I put down the weights and folded my arms so I could feel them and she could see them better. "I like to have a sweat after a job. If I don't get it working I like to get it with the whores. Not my problem they can't hold up. Maybe there's somebody around here who can hold up better." "Did you want to work for that sweat, or just lift weights?" She reached out to feel my arm, acting impressed like I knew she would be. "Bring those weights. I'll get your coat. We can go over to my room and talk about who gets to play rough." She led the way back across the alley to her room in the whore house. Inside her little room I set down the dumbbells when she tossed my jacket on a chair. I like my training jacket treated with respect, so it pissed me off a little she just tossed it. "So, you think you can play rough?" I say and she turned to look at me. She didn't say anything, she just pulled off the sweat shirt and I about shit. It was like a five hundred pound gorilla was stuffed into shrink wrap. I mean, her muscles had muscles and she wasn't even trying to show them off. "No," she says, " I think you're the one who's playing. Care to change my mind?" So I'm turned off at first. She's standing there in this tank top that looks like it came from a spray can and I'm thinking, it's a guy. And I'm going to pound him into the ground. And then she peels off the muscle shirt and I can see maybe it is a woman, with pure white skin. First thing to catch my eye is this little ring thingy hanging from her left tit. I used to see one like it hanging from Zoot's ear, but here it was hanging from her tit. Zoot liked it because it made a little ringing sound in his ear when he moved or walked, and he always liked music. But the tit comes on top of this tit- muscle the size of a cereal bowl. Care to change her mind? She flexes her left tit- muscle up and down and the little ring hanging there gives a tinkling sound. I know an invitation when I hear one, so I peel off my shirt, walk over and slap her good and hard. The little earring on her tit gives a jingle from my slap, and she smiles. "That hurt pretty good," she says. "You got more?" So I take off the pants and then the shoes, but all those muscles staring at me, I'm not up to the job, so to speak. She sheds her shoes, peels off her shorts and her legs have as much muscle as her arms. And I see something else. Winking at me from her bald twat is a little diamond ring. It also looks like something Zoot used to flash around, but on his hand. We've been wondering for a week who got to Zoot, and now I guess I know. She looks at me hanging there and turns around. "Too much for you from the front? Imagine this is a slit a foot long." And she flexes her back muscles. Muscles on muscles. Where her spine had been was the muscles on either side swelled and just about sealed over. I couldn't have but a knife blade in the crack those muscles left. A slit a foot long? I pictured it and started getting hard. "Like a nice butt?" she asks, and raises up on her toes and bends so her butt is this big round moon staring back at me, with that back up above it. I'm up and at 'em. I cram my engine in half way and she pushes back into me. "Work for it, big man." So I'm working and I'm cramming and I reach forward for her chest, but find her biceps. Jeez, round as titties and hard as rocks. I got my hands full of each one, pulling myself forward, and I'm rubbing them. "If you like soft, you have to feel the veins," she tells me. She flexes the arms and it's like when I threw the football around in high school - same size, same shape, and veins popping out on the sides of her arms fit my fingers like the laces on a football. She's got me stopped halfway in, then arches up and I'm out again, about to explode. She turns around to grab me and give dick a little licking before she hands me a condom. "I know where the bad boy has been, and if you want anything here you gotta come dressed." I start to protest, I start to get mad, but I slip the thing on because I'm so close to blowing my wad I figure I'll take care of business first. Now I come at her head on and push her down to the floor where I finally get all the way inside. I start pounding away, but I realize I can't come because she is absolutely grinding Johnson to a pulp down there, working and grinding like she hasn't been laid forever and can't get it fast enough. So I bear down harder when she grips me between her knees, puts one arm across the small of my back and the other across my chest below my throat. Then she starts sitting up, holding me tight against her with her arms and knees and bending me practically in half. "Give it to me, give it to me," she's moaning as she keeps sitting up and I think my back's going to break. I tried pushing against her arm but nothing gives. I push the shoulders but that's like trying to move a couple mountains. Finally I grab a handful of hair at the back of her head and pull until I think it's going to come out. "Oh, baby, that hurts good," she moans and goes back down flat and starts to come, which eases up on me so I can come, too. As she's jerking and banging up against me, she gets rigid as a board and arches us both up off the floor with her arms, like an upside down pushup. She holds us there until she's done and eases us back down. I roll off and kind of drift off like sometimes happens for a few minutes. I start hearing this pounding going on, but it takes a while to realize it's coming from inside the room, and then a while to get myself together to see what it is. It's the muscle bitch. She's laying on the floor with the dumbbells she had me bring, up above her head. She pulls one up off the floor, over her head, then lets it fall so it slams into her gut. Then she lifts that one back up and over onto the floor and does it again with the other hand. I can feel the shock through the floor when the things land on her, and I can hear the jingle of the tit ring each time. She sees me looking at her. "Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. Ready for round two?" Before I can talk she's up and she's on top of me. I start reaching up for her, but she grabs my hand and puts it on her tit, the one with the ring, and keeps pushing against me. "You can play with this one, but if it starts to bleed I'll have to hurt you. I want this thing to last so be careful. But make it hurt." And she pushes against me so hard I'm back down flat before I know it. Then she goes to work. With a little bit of chest work and a little bit of grinding her twat against me, Johnson comes back to life. She checks to see I haven't got the condom off because I just got my wits back and she charges back onto me. Muscles on muscles. She's devouring Johnson down there and twisting her arms around mine and sucking me right in against her. Then it's grinding time again and she grabs my butt and starts slamming me against her. My hands are wandering all over, trying to figure out why they haven't discovered all these hills and valleys on other women I've had, and she isn't moaning like they usually do when Johnson is doing his thing. "You better hurt me, big man, or I'm going to hurt you," she whispers to me. "Put that ring to work." Which ring? I can feel the little diamond ring rubbing against my dick, and I can hear the one with the bell up higher. Who cares? I grab the tit ring and move it around some, and she says, "Yeah like that. That hurts good." And I start humping up so the ring in her twat is moving around and she starts to gasp. "That hurts so good," she says. That's when the trouble really started. Suddenly she's slamming her whole body up and down against me. It's like somebody dropping a tree trunk on me, over and over and over. I can't stand it, and I wouldn't stop it if I could. "Let me feel the muscles, big man," she says and grabs my arms. It's like she grabbed with a pair of pliers on each side, squeezing and crushing. I try to do the same to her so she'll know it's time to back off, but how you going to make an impression on a couple of rocks? Squeeze and nothing. When she comes this time it's like the change from being under a sledgehammer going up and down on you and a jackhammer going so much faster. I thought she was going to drive me right through the floor, maybe to China if she didn't get tired. I didn't really pass out, but next thing I know she's pulling me up and handing me my pants. "Leroy, it's time to go. I got another set to do." Set? Set of what? I put on my clothes, put on my training jacket and she steers me toward the door into the hallway. She pulled on a long shirt and walked me out to the front room. "So Leroy,' she says with Roo-anne and a couple of the whores sitting there waiting for business, "I hear they call me the muscle bitch around here. That's okay as long as you know that you're my bitch now." Saying something like that to me in front of the whores! I turn to have let her have it for that and she pulls up the sleeve on her shirt and flexes her arm. Flexes it huge, the only time I ever saw her make a real show of it. "Give us a kiss," she says, "and you can come back tomorrow." I can't stop myself kissing that huge, hard ball. My head was spinning so bad I just walked out of the place.