Genie - Part 18
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


'Well,' I said as I picked up my soaking wet thong, 'until the repeat
performance, why don't you keep these as a souvenir,' and held them for her to
take in her mouth.

It was spring, and the weather was great. Soon we'd be on summer vacation.

Our school's varsity football team had won all but two games; I'd like to
think thanks in part to my help with their conditioning in the weight room.
Mr. Wilson, the coach, said I did an outstanding job and he looked forward to
me continuing in my senior year if I could work it into my schedule.

I was having lunch with Olivia, Rebecca and a few others. Conversation had
turned from prom to boys to clothes to who we thought was 'hot'. Typical girl
talk. Olivia whispered in my ear, 'I need to talk to you in private.' 'OK,
Liv,' I said, 'let's go for a walk.'

'Now,' I asked as we were away from the group, 'what's the big secret?'
'Well,' she said, 'Becky's mom is having trouble with her boyfriend.' 'Wow,' I
said, 'alert the media!' 'No, silly,' Olivia replied, 'she's been getting
beat. In fact, if you look close, Becky's wearing a lot of eye make-up to
conceal a black eye the guy gave her.' 'What,' I said, 'you mean they didn't
call the cops?' 'No, apparently Becky's mom says she loves this guy,' she
said. 'Tough love, huh' I commented, 'where does this guy hang out?' 'At the
Canyon Inn,' Olivia said, 'do you know it?' 'Sure,' I said, 'who doesn't?'

'What's this creeps name?' I asked. 'John,' she told me, 'John Mathews' 'OK,
look, Olivia, what we talked about is just between you and I, understand?' I
asked. 'Sure, Genie,' she said, 'but what are you going to do.' 'You let me
worry about that,' I said, 'just don't say anything to anyone, OK?' 'I said,
OK,' she repeated.

A couple of days passed and that Friday night, I drove down to the Canyon Inn.
I parked out back in the dimly lit parking lot. I dressed for the part in a
short leather mini and my black ankle boots with 3-inch heels. I had on a
shear nylon blouse and a black leather vest over it. I walked through the
front door and the bouncer gave me the once over. Even though I'm only
sixteen, I passed for twenty-one with no problem, besides, this place wasn't
into carding people, especially good-looking female clintele.

'Is John Mathews here tonight,' I asked him. 'Yeah, he's here, you a friend of
his?' the bouncer asked. 'Nope,' I said, 'Sandy just said I should stop by and
say hi.' I had no idea who Sandy was but that name came to me. 'Which guy is
John?' I asked. The bouncer pointed him out. 'Thanks,' I said, 'maybe we'll
meet up again.'

I walked slowly to the bar and stood next to John Mathews. He was drinking
alone and I leaned into him. He glanced my way then did a double take. 'Hey,
what's a classy broad like you doing here?' he asked me. 'Yeah,' I thought,
'this guy has all the charm of a gorilla.' 'Just stopped in to use the
bathroom,' I said, 'can you tell me where it's at?' That seemed pretty lame
but I needed to get him out the back door. He pointed in the direction of the
back corner. 'Can you wait by the door,' I said, 'I don't want anyone walking
in on me.' He looked around, then downed the last of the beer he had, 'Sure,
this place has some bad apples, if you know what I mean, follow me,' and he
stood up although he wasn't real steady.

We went to a short hallway off of which the bathrooms were located as well as
a store room and an office. I went in the women's room which was disgustingly
dirty. As I came out, I tried the door to the store room and found it locked,
but I twisted the knob and the lock gave. I stuck my head in and found this
was cleaner than the bathroom. Besides, it had a bolt type lock.

I went back out to the hall and John was still there with his back to the
hallway, another beer in his hand. I grabbed his shoulder and he sloshed a
little beer onto the floor. 'Oh,' I said, 'be careful, I wouldn't want you to
drop that.' 'Hee-hee,' he chuckled, 'neither would I.' 'Listen,' I said,
'thanks for watching the door for me, if I can return the favor, let me know.'

John and I were eye level with each other, so he was about 6'-3" with the
start of a pot belly. He probably weighed in at 240 pounds, so the thought of
him hitting Becky who couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds really
got me mad. But I controlled the anger, at least for now.

'I can think of a few things you could do to repay me,' he said and smiled
what I'm sure twenty years ago would have won the hearts of a few women. I
whispered in his ear, 'Let's go in the back room a minute and we'll see what
comes up'. I knew that would get him and it did, he followed me into the
storage room. No sooner had he entered than I shut the door and bolted it,
then turned back to John who was leaning against a stack of liquor cases.

I stood in front of him, and with an arm on either side of him, pressed him
against the stack of boxes. At first I'm sure he thought I was attracted to
him and that this was some sort of foreplay, but he soon realized as I pressed
my body against his that he was trapped. 'Hey, what are you doing,' he said,
'let go of me'. 'Why John, I just want to give you a hug,' I cooed. I
encircled his rib cage with my arms and as a python would apply pressure to
his prey, I applied pressure to John.

John was squirming and trying to free himself, but he was no match for me. I
held him fast and squeezed, slowly, savoring what was to come. Then, I heard
it, the crack of the first rib. He let out a little cry for such a big man.
Then the second rib cracked and his discomfort was becoming intense. I was
enjoying myself. I whispered in his ear, 'What do you think of my muscles,
John? Do you like being controled by a big strong woman or do you prefer
beating up on little girls and their mothers?' His eyes openned wide when he
realized what this was all about.

'Hey, let go of me, I won't hit them any more, I swear,' he said. 'You know,
John, I think that's a lie,' I said, 'you're the type of man who gets off on
beating up women. I'm here tonight to give you a taste of your own medicine.'
I released my grip around his chest and with my left hand, held him under the
chin. With my right I gave him a short punch to his gut. I barely put anything
on it, but he doubled over and tried to catch his breath.

'What do you do, John, you know, for a living?' I asked. Between gasps he
said, 'I'm a brick layer, a mason.' 'I thought you would have been in better
shape, John, that's tough work,' I said. I took his left arm and spun him
around bringing his arm up behind his back. 'I don't think you'll be working
much with a dislocated shoulder,' I said as I lifted the arm higher and
higher. He was standing on his tiptoes now trying to find some relief, so I
jerked the arm upwards dislocating it. He yelled, but I doubt anyone would
have heard him.

He cradled his left arm with his right. 'Please, stop, I won't hit them
anymore,' he pleaded. 'John, you're such a wimp. A baby.' I said. I flexed my
arm in front of him. 'See this bicep, John, kiss it, I know you want to, it's
18-inches of solid muscle,' I said. He leaned forward and kissed my muscle. I
smiled. I then reached down and grabbed his cock and scrotum in my big hand.
'I'm going to crush your limp dick, John, would you like that?' I asked. 'No,
no, please, no,' he begged. 'Pathetic' I thought and squeezed. He blacked out.
I knew I had reduced his 'manhood' to paste. 'Well,' I thought, 'he probably
won't be using them anymore.'

I was trying to think how to end this before anyone could interrupt my fun,
when I had an idea.

To be continued ...