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Re: The Receptionist
« Reply #30 on: August 28, 2018, 11:01:19 pm »
Great story line so far, K++ to you......I wish we could get a sense of how she maintains or adds to her structure............can't wait for more.


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« Reply #31 on: August 29, 2018, 03:26:57 am »
The Date

One Friday afternoon, we were winding down for the weekend and I was in my office returning e-mails. There was a knock at my door and Steve came in looking a bit distressed. “What’s up, Steve?” I greeted him. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, Joe,” he responded. “Everything is fine. It’s just that I bought tickets to see Cirque du Soleil with my wife, and she just called me and our son is sick.”

“Oh, that’s a real bummer, Joe.” Don’t you have anyone who could take care of him?

Joe shook his head. Cindy would never trust the kids with a sitter when one of them is sick. She has an aunt who lives in L.A. but it’s too big a favor to ask of her. Anyhow, now I have an extra pair of tickets to the show that I can’t use and I thought maybe you’d like them. They’re great seats.”

“That’s really generous of you, Steve. I really appreciate it. How much did the tickets cost? The least I can do is repay you,” I offered.

“No, Joe, it’s really alright. I couldn’t ask you for money. I just hope you’ll enjoy the show.” Steve smiled and left my office.

I thought about who I might invite to the circus with me. The truth was I really didn’t know a lot of women. I worked so many hours that I rarely dated. I hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since my divorce, and even the casual dates I’d been on hadn’t ever developed into much. I couldn’t think of anyone who I might ask out on short notice.

Then, on a whim, I thought of Rachel. I walked out to the reception area. Rachel looked at me and smiled. Sometimes I got so caught up in the power dynamic between us that I forgot how strikingly beautiful she really was. Rachel was on another level when it came to good looks. There was attractive, and then pretty, and then beautiful, but those words only applied to women who you might run into in everyday life. In Los Angeles there was an entirely separate class of women when it came to looks. We had busloads of aspiring models and actresses, and the most beautiful girl from her hometown in Iowa quickly found that she was a dime a dozen in Los Angeles. Rachel was in that next level. You could put her next to any actress, singer, or model, and her looks would still stand out. And she was smiling at me.

“Hi Joe. What’s going on?” she greeted me.

“Hi Rachel. I just got my hands on a pair of tickets to Cirque du Soleil. The show is tonight. I know that it’s late notice but I was wondering if you would care to join me.”

“I’d love to, Joe.” she replied, flashing that smile again. My head felt light. “What time is the show?”

“Uh, it’s at eight o’clock.”

“Pick me up at seven?”

“I’ll see you at seven,” I responded, with a smile of my own.

I arrived at Rachel’s condo at seven and took the elevator up to her unit. She opened the door and my jaw nearly hit the floor. She was wearing a sapphire dress that sparkled in the light. The fabric left one of her legs nearly completely exposed, blue ribbons crisscrossed over her bare skin from mid-thigh to her upper thigh and the top was backless and sleeveless. Her substantial breasts were showcased in that dress along with all of her muscles.

Somehow I was able to untangle my tongue and force the words out of my mouth. “Rachel, you truly are stunning this evening. It’s a privilege to accompany you tonight.”

Rachel favored me with her beautiful smile. “Why thank you, Joe, and aren’t you looking handsome.”

I had on a pair of jeans, a silk shirt, and a sport coat. “Why, thank you, Rachel.” I smiled back. “And these are for you, Rachel,” I added, presenting a bouquet of flowers I’d picked up along the way over.

Rachel smiled at the gesture. “You’re very sweet, Joe,” she beamed, kissing me on the cheek as she accepted the flowers. “Let me find a vase and some water for these and then we can be on our way.”

We arrived at the show 15 minutes before it was scheduled to begin and made our way to our seats. I noticed that every man we passed made the effort to check out Rachel, and most of the women did too. I felt a swell of pride in my chest, thinking to myself how lucky I was to have the most beautiful woman in the city as my date for the night. We were showed to our seats and found that we were sitting in the very front row, just a few steps away from the circular stage.

The show hadn’t begun yet, but costumed characters had already begun to wander back and forth across the stage, while other characters were milling through the audience. Most of the characters were engaged in little choreographed bits designed to build up the energy of the crowd and to keep the audience engaged. One character made his way over to our section. He wore a tuxedo that was entirely black on his right side and entirely white on his left. His face was painted black on his left side and black on the right. And he wore a bow tie that had black and white stripes. He also wore a white top hat that must have been 3 feet tall. His eyes were drawn to Rachel, naturally, and he approached where the two of us were seated. He extended his hand to Rachel, and she took it, smiling. The man then led Rachel to the stage, assisting her up the stairs and leading her to the center of the stage. Then he motioned for Rachel to stay where she was and he scurried off to another part of the stage where a different man was dressed in a loin cloth and nothing else. He was barefoot with his legs, chest, and arms exposed. And he had no head. The man in the top hat brought the headless man over to where Rachel sat.

Then the top-hatted man whispered something to the headless man. Or at least he whispered to where his head should have been. The headless man went through a series of poses for the crowd, flexing his biceps, his chest, and then turning around, he flexed his back. The audience applauded. Then the top-hatted man held his hands out towards Rachel and the audience began to cheer. Rachel stood up and flexed her biceps for the crowd. Then she turned around and flexed her back. The audience ooh’ed and ahh’ed in appreciation of Rachel’s awesome physique and her incredible definition. Then Rachel turned back around and placed her hands on her hips and flexed her pecs, making her breasts jump up and down, alternating one and then the other in beat with the music which was playing for the crowd. The crowd went berserk at this display and cheered loudly. The top-hatted man then stepped between Rachel and the headless man. He took the headless man’s hand and held it aloft. The crowd cheered enthusiastically. Then the top-hatted man took Rachel’s hand and held it aloft. The crowd went wild with loud applause. The top-hatted man extended Rachel’s hand in the air and shook it from side to side, confirming that Rachel had won the battle of muscles on stage. Then he escorted Rachel back down the steps and she returned to where we were seated. Rachel’s smile was permanently affixed to her face. So was my own smile.

The show began. It was everything that I had hoped for and more. The, costume, set, and choreography were amazing. The emcee of the show was wildly talented, funny, and held the room in the palm of his hand throughout the show. But the reason we had all come to the show was to see the acrobats. I was blown away by the amazing feats of strength and coordination that the performers were able to display on stage, leaping high in the air, flipping from one platform to another from a height of thirty feet, balancing on each other’s hands and shoulders and spinning in place. I couldn’t even imagine the hours of practice that went into these acts, day after day, year after year, to achieve the levels of skill exhibited throughout the show. Every time I turned to look at Rachel, she was smiling, completely transfixed by the events on the stage.

Rachel sat next to me and locked my fingers in her own and placed her hand on my thigh. Throughout the night she would run her finger back and forth against my leg or would give gentle squeezes to my hand and my thigh. I was the luckiest man on the planet.

After the show we walked back to my car. “What was your favorite part of the show?” she asked me. I thought back to what I’d seen that evening. The two brothers who held each other aloft, one standing on the ground with the other doing a handstand in the air, each gripping his partner’s wrists tightly in support, as they went through a series of acrobatic moves that left me speechless. The group of four men and two women, with the men holding an elastic cloth and vaulting the women into the air to do twists and summersaults with their improvised trampoline. The four young women who performed a contortionist act that boggled the mind. Every act was more amazing than the one before it.

I gave my answer. “When you were on stage, Rachel. That was my favorite part.”

Rachel stopped walking and looked at me. She was so beautiful my heart ached. She leaned in and gave me a kiss to the cheek. “You’re very sweet, Joe,” she responded.

We drove back to her home and I parked the car and went around to open the door for Rachel. I walked her to the front door of her lobby and spoke. “Thank you for accompanying me this evening, Rachel. You were the most beautiful woman in the room. I had a wonderful time with you.” And then I kissed her gently on her cheek. I turned away but Rachel took my hand.

“Would you like to come up for a drink, Joe?” she asked me, almost shyly.

I smiled. “Yes, Rachel, I would love to.”

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Re: The Receptionist
« Reply #32 on: August 29, 2018, 03:50:22 am »
I knew that they had feeling for each other that go beyond dominator and the one being dominated or even boss and co-boss, it's quite obvious that there is affection there, and it's good to see it come through. The way you described the date was very nice, I liked reading it. I look forward to more! k+!
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« Reply #33 on: August 29, 2018, 02:38:01 pm »
Very cool description of events and a very nice turn in their relationship.............can't wait to see if she becomes devoted to him as well!! K++

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« Reply #34 on: August 30, 2018, 06:55:52 am »
The Condo

Rachel led me to her condo and we stepped inside. She lived on the 14th floor of a high rise in a nice section of Glendale. Her one bedroom home was spacious and tastefully furnished. Rachel was officially titled as office manager and was on salary earning $2500 per week. I knew that she’d moved to a place more fitting of a woman of her tastes and means, and this space was well-suited to her.

“Give me a moment, Joe. I’ll be right back,” she told me.

I sat on a leather couch in her living room and waited, thinking of Rachel. She’d been a beautiful woman from the day I’d first met her, but now she was much, much more. The size and definition of her muscles were on a par with any of the physique competitors who stepped on a stage to compete. Her exotic good looks would be well-suited to any fashion magazine. And the confidence and decisiveness she possessed would make her a formidable match in any boardroom meeting or contract negotiation. I was incredibly attracted to Rachel and even more smitten with her. I was also terrified by her and had been cowed by her numerous times over the last couple of years.

Rachel stepped into the living room wearing a pair of thin flannel shorts which left most of her wide, muscular thighs uncovered. Her quads displayed striking definition with every step she made. The separation of her quads was breathtaking. Her unearthly calves were thick and dense and were so built that even looking directly at her from the front her I could see her calves jutting out on either side from behind. She wore a camisole top with thin straps extended to each of her muscle capped shoulders. Her breasts and pecs, covered entirely by the fabric, stood out proudly through the material. Her powerful arms hung at her sides, cords of thick muscle evident from her shoulders all the way down to her wrists. Her triceps bunched up with every twitch of her arm. My heart pounded at the sight of the beautiful woman before me. In one hand she held a bottle of wine. In the other she had two glasses and a corkscrew. Rachel sat down next to me and smiled. “Shall we?” she asked.

“Please allow me,” I smiled back, taking the bottle and corkscrew from her hands and opening it. I poured both of us a glass of the dark red cabernet, filling each glass about a third of the way to the top. Tilting my glass toward her, I spoke. “What shall we drink to?”

Rachel smiled at me. “Let’s drink to possibilities.”

We clinked our glasses and drank the wine together.

Rachel and I began to talk. We went into detail about our personal backgrounds and the significant events of our lives that had brought us to where we were that day. We never discussed work or the firm at all. I learned that Rachel had been a bright and athletic girl growing up, and thought that she might have a future as a soccer player. In fact, two of her older brothers had played soccer in college. However, her father discouraged athletics for women, and by the time Rachel was 12 years old she’d given up the sport. Her father was never abusive but he was domineering and he ruled his family with an iron will. Rachel had met Sebastian when she was a sophomore in college and he was working at a college bar. She thought that he was gorgeous and fell for him quickly. She realized early on that he didn’t treat her well, but he was the only man she’d ever been with and she was afraid she’d be alone if she ever left him.

I told Rachel about my family and the middle-class suburbs where I grew up outside of Detroit. I shared some of my experiences of attending an Ivy League college and of my desire to move to sunny Los Angeles. I shared my failed marriage to Denise. And I confessed that I hadn’t been in any kind of a serious relationship since my divorce, and that I’d only been with three women since being single.

By the time I’d finished my story, the bottle of wine was empty. I looked to Rachel. Her eyes were shining as she returned my gaze. “When you said that I was the most beautiful woman in the room earlier this evening… did you really mean that?” she asked me.

I looked into Rachel’s eyes. “The day I met you, Rachel, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And every day since then you’ve become even more beautiful.”

Rachel leaned toward me and took my hand. Then she leaned in closer and kissed me on the mouth. At first the kiss was an introduction. An exploration. Quickly, the kiss became heated and her tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth as her tongue danced with mine. She let go of my hand and rubbed her hand against my chest, then pushing my jacket off of my shoulder. I excitedly helped her to get my jacket removed. Then she reached down and untucked my shirt and began to unbutton it, never letting go of the kiss we were engaged in. Working her way to the top button, I quickly got my shirt off and sat, bare chested, kissing the most beautiful woman in the world, inside her home. Rachel broke off the kiss and reached down to unbutton my pants. As she worked the zipper down, I lifted my hips off of the couch and she pulled the pants off of me in a single motion. Now I sat in just my boxers, next to Rachel in her shorts and camisole.

Rachel took my hand and brought it to her chest. I reveled in the remarkable feel of Rachel’s spectacular breasts underneath my hands. She looked into my eyes and spoke. “Joe, I haven’t been with anyone since Sebastian.” Then she lowered her hands to the bottom of her camisole and pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were even more incredible than I’d ever imagined. Perfectly round and firm breasts sat on top of a solid wall of pectoral muscle. Round, pink nipples sat high on her large breasts, fully aroused and extended, pointed toward me. Just beneath the bottom swell of her breasts, her abs lined up neatly in a two columns of four. I watched her eight pack move with each twitch of her body and with every breath she took in and out.

Reaching her hands toward me, she whispered, “Come.” I stood up and held her hands as we rushed to her bedroom. Like the rest of her home it was tasteful and well appointed, not that I bothered to notice until much later. Rachel kneeled on the bed and lowered her shorts, tossing them to the ground. Her mound was shaved bare and it glistened with excitement. I removed my boxers and showed that I was every bit as excited as she was, if not more. I guided Rachel to the bed on her back and began to worship her. I began by licking and sucking on her nipples as I let my hands roam freely, taking in the marvels of her body. I felt her powerful arms under my fingers, and traced the veins with my fingertip from her wrist all the way up to her delts. With my other hand I let my fingers feel the ridges that made up her eight pack abdominals, which rolled up and down as she breathed heavily from the pleasure she felt with her nipple inside my mouth. I let go of her arm and felt the dense muscle of her quads and gasped as she flexed them, making it impossible for me to grip even the slightest bit of skin. Her skin was that tight and her quad muscles were that massive. Working my way down Rachel’s body I kissed each of her abs as she giggled from the sensation. Not wasting any time, I kissed lower and gently licked her mound. Rachel moaned as I pushed my tongue against her slit and then pushed my head down against her as she brought up her legs and squeezed me with her immense quads.
I became terrified for a moment, but Rachel only smiled and said, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Emboldened by her words, I slid my tongue inside Rachel and licked and sucked as she began to thrash and moan beneath me. The musk of her scent was overpowering and delicious. I couldn’t get enough of her.  Reaching up with my fingers I found her swollen clit and began to rub and tease it as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. Her fingers dug into my hair and she held me tightly against her. “I’m so close,” she moaned. That only made me slide my tongue in deeper as I grabbed onto her clit with my thumb and finger and gave it a squeeze. With a loud, intense moan, Rachel came against my mouth as I was flooded with her juices.

Lifting my face up I looked to Rachel’s eyes. They were closed as she continued to let the orgasm wash over her body. Finally she opened her eyes and looked down at me. “Get up here, Joe,” she demanded. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I had no intention of missing out on realizing this opportunity which I’d fantasized about since first meeting Rachel. My fantasies had only become more powerful and more frequent as she developed into the muscular Goddess who laid beneath me now. I also had absolutely no intention of denying any of her demands or requests of me. I quickly pulled myself up the bed and laid on top of Rachel, and began to kiss her lips, letting my hands rediscover the joys of handling her perfect breasts.

Rachel reached down and gripped my throbbing cock in her fingers and looked into my eyes. Lining it up against her wetness, she pushed me down as she suddenly lifted her hips and I slipped inside her. “I said, ‘now’,” she reminded me with a smile. Her pussy was warm, wet, and tight. I felt like I was inside a velvety prison. One which I had no wish to ever escape from. I began to thrust my hips down into Rachel. She gamely pushed her hips up and met me with each stroke. We breathed heavily in unison as our organs, hearts, and minds were intricately connected. Letting go of her breasts I let my hands roam back to her shredded biceps. Rachel answered my unspoken wish by flexing her muscles as I continued to thrust inside her with everything I had. Our lips never left each other. Where our bodies were in a perfect rhythm, with me thrusting down as she countered my every thrust with her hips rolling upward into me, our tongues had a mind of their own, seeking and exploring with abandon and no rhythm at all.

Our pace quickened and our breathing intensified as Rachel coaxed me to continue to fuck her harder and harder, squeezing my cock with her pussy on each downstroke, and then releasing me as I pulled back. After what seemed to be an eternity, Rachel wrapped her arms around my upper back and lifted her legs, wrapping her calves around my lower back. And then she began to squeeze. I was unable to move or thrust, completely immobilized inside my muscular Goddess. She looked at me and smiled. “Don’t move, baby,” she cooed. “Don’t move an inch. Let me take care of you.” And then I began to feel the most remarkable feeling as Rachel’s pussy started to milk my cock. The sensations started out as curious and muted, but quickly her muscular pussy had me in a frenzy in which I couldn’t think straight, let alone compose a word.

My hands gripped at Rachel’s powerful body and I felt her muscular shoulders and back, clenched against me, not letting me move beneath her. Everywhere I put my hands all I felt was solid muscle and unreal density. The sensations in my groin were so spectacular that they bordered on unbearable. Rachel leaned her neck forward and gripped my ear with her lips and then let her tongue slip behind my ear and along my earlobe. I squirmed in pleasure. And then she whispered in my ear. “Cum inside me, Joe. Right now. Cum with me.” Then she relaxed her hold on my cock by just a fraction and all of the unbearable pleasure transformed pure pleasure. I unloaded stream after stream inside Rachel, filling her womb with my cum. An instant after I released, I felt Rachel’s pussy shudder around my cock as she began to experience her own orgasm, just as powerful as my own. Her calves clamped down on my lower back and I feared that she might break me even as I was in the midst of the most powerful orgasm of my life, but she was able to curb her own strength and hold me securely as I became dizzy from the overwhelming relief I was feeling.

I laid my head against Rachel’s powerful shoulder and slowly felt my consciousness return as I was able to think clearly for the first time since entering her bedroom. Rachel released her grip on me with her calves but kept her arms wrapped around me and slowly stroked her fingernails up and down my back. I laid in her arms and felt the bliss of being completely at Rachel’s mercy, completely in her control, and completely in a state of bliss. She began to softly speak to me. “Joe, this has been a wonderful evening and I’m thrilled to have spent it in your company. You’ve been a perfect gentleman and you’ve opened your heart up to me tonight. I’ll remember this evening for a long, long time.” I smiled at Rachel’s words, and thought that I’d remember and cherish this evening for the rest of my life.

As Rachel continued to softly stroke my back I became aware that I was still inside her and my cock began to stir. Rachel shifted her head and I looked up to see her smiling at me. “I see that you’ve found a second life, Joe. Can’t you get enough of me?”

I lifted my head and kissed Rachel’s mouth. “I could never get enough of you, Rachel.”

“I want you to pleasure yourself, Joe. Inside me. Thrust softly, Joe. In and out. Take your time, Joe, and make it feel special.”

Invigorated by Rachel’s words I pushed my hips up and began to slowly thrust in and out, making sure to bottom my cock out deep inside Rachel with each downward thrust. My mouth found Rachel’s nipples, which remained irresistibly hard and I enthusiastically sucked on them. My hands found Rachel’s arms and I worshipped her muscles with my touch, marveling at the incredible definition that she maintained, even without flexing her hardest.

As I continued to slowly fuck Rachel, she spoke to me. “That’s right, baby. Give it to me slowly. Take your time. Come all the way inside. I want to feel you fill me up.” My mind shut down as I followed Rachel’s orders as she directed me in the exact way she wanted to be touched. “Yes, Joe, feel my biceps. Feel how big and thick they are against your hands. Now feel how much bigger and harder they feel when I begin to flex them.” I was completely lost in her world, without any desire to do anything except worship, tribute, and obey the beautiful woman who lay beneath me. “Suck my nipple harder, Joe. Now lick it with your tongue. Flick your tongue back and forth against my stiff nipple, baby. Just like that.” Throughout my worship of her body, Rachel reminded me to go slow, easy, and deep with my thrusts inside her.

Rachel made me take my time and I worshipped every part of her body that I could reach. “Now take your hands and put them on my thighs, Joe. Feel the power I have within my quads, Joe. I’m not even flexing yet.” Then she did flex her thighs and I gasped in wonderment. “Yes, baby, keep fucking me slowly. Take your time. Imagine what I can do with these thighs, Joe. Imagine what I could do to you with these thighs, Joe.” I continued to fuck her slowly, deeply, completely. “Now take your fingers, Joe, and rub my swollen clit while you slowly fuck me. We’re getting close, Joe.” I rubbed her clit, squeezed it, and gently tugged at it. Her voice began to strain.

Once again her pussy clamped down on me and I was unable to thrust or move at all. “Now let me take over, Joe. Just keep rubbing my clit. Don’t stop working my nipple with your tongue, Joe.” She began to massage my shaft with her pussy. “I’m going to cum very soon, Joe. I want you to cum with me, Joe. Now, Joe.”

For the second time, I erupted inside Rachel as I felt her shudder through her own orgasm. Tears came to my eyes and I leaned forward to shower Rachel with kisses. She sighed, contentedly as I showed her my affection and adoration and held me in her arms. Then she began to smile, and eventually, to laugh.

“What is it, Rachel?” I asked.

“I’m just really, really happy right now, Joe. I’m going to go clean up. Are you coming?”

I jumped at the opportunity and followed Rachel into the shower. We took our time under the hot water cleaning each other off. I made a point to be very thorough to wash all of her muscles with the care they deserved.

Rachel took my hand and led me back to her bed, and we both climbed under the covers. “I’m just going to hold you for a while, Joe,” she said, wrapping her arms possessively around me and caressing my chest as I felt her press her body against my back. I didn’t mind at all.

I woke up the next morning, still in Rachel’s arms. Rachel felt me stir and eased her grip on me as I turned around to face her. “Good morning, Joe. I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up. I guess last night took a lot out of you.” She grinned at me as she said this. “I’m going to go to the gym, Joe. Please take your time getting yourself ready. I won’t be home for quite a while.”

I laid in Rachel’s bed and watched her get ready for the gym. She stepped out of the bed, naked. In the morning light she was even more magnificent than she had been the previous night. Her relaxed body moved about the room with ease, and I could see the coiled power just under her skin, ready to reveal itself at any moment. Rachel put on a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra, then put on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a jacket on over her workout clothes. Dressed and ready for the gym, she returned to where I laid. She leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, running her fingers through my hair.

“We should do this again, Joe,” she said. “Some time.”

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Re: The Receptionist
« Reply #35 on: August 30, 2018, 09:40:21 am »
What a really nice chapter, it seems like Rachel knows what she likes in bed, and Joe did exactly what she told him to do, they're very lucky to have each other. I enjoyed reading that thoroughly and look forward to seeing where it goes. k+!
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« Reply #36 on: August 30, 2018, 01:26:40 pm »
It is nice how you keep building the tension. Even though they moved a great step further, this last sentence doesn't give much away and we still wonder if they'll get together. Well done

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« Reply #37 on: August 30, 2018, 02:38:39 pm »
Amazing chapter, great description of Rachel, perfect turn to their relationship! Can't wait to see where this keeps going........Karma to you!!

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« Reply #38 on: August 31, 2018, 06:58:41 am »
The Deposition

The next several weeks were among the best of my life. I felt that Rachel and I had turned a corner in our relationship. I didn’t see her again socially, but she began to look at me differently when she greeted me each morning at the office. I felt a connection and a closeness that hadn’t been there before. I would sit at my desk at times with my door open and stare at Rachel on occasion. She wore her business suit coat and her lower body was hidden below her desk but I’d imagine what lay beneath the layers of clothing she wore and my heartbeat would accelerate. And as if our minds were interconnected, Rachel would look up and see me looking at her and smile coyly, and then return to whatever task she was working on.

Once or twice a week, Rachel would unexpectedly come into my office and close the door. Then she would remove her jacket and put on a brief flexing show for me. My mind would swim with excitement and joy at seeing the beautiful young woman in my office flexing and showing off her physique that would be the envy of top professional figure competitors. Her insanely shredded biceps would quickly grow to unfathomable size as I would sit at my desk, just a few feet away, absorbing the private show that was solely for my benefit. Rachel would give me an unspoken tour of her arms, delts, pecs, and traps and watch me as I became more and more aroused and my face became flushed from the excitement. Then she would step back and pull her skirt up to reveal her unbelievably wide and shredded quads and calves, pivoting her foot from side to side and stepping on her tip toes to reveal every ounce of muscle within her remarkable calves.

Her impromptu performance complete, Rachel would smile, stifle an amused laugh, and retreat back to her office as I would sit stunned at my desk for several minutes, waiting for the blood to retreat from my swollen cock and for my brain to reboot itself.

Approximately a month after my date with Rachel I received a phone call from an attorney, Seth Gold, whom I’d referred some cases to in the past. He wanted to return the favor to me and referred a divorce case to my desk. The husband was a well-known actor named Sam Rayburn and his wife was a lesser known actress named Erica Mallory. Sam had enlisted the Seth’s firm to represent him in the divorce but as it turned out they had to turn him away due to a conflict of interest.

Sam had appeared in several big budget films and was considered to be one of the up and coming stars in Hollywood. Not quite A-List, he had an impressive resume and his films invariably made huge profits for the studios. He’d appeared in a film with Erica Mallory a year earlier which had been a huge success at the box office and had been one of the lead actors in the film. Erica Mallory had been an unknown at the time and had played a bit part in that film. She was better known as Sam’s wife than for her own career.

Erica had filed for divorce and Sam was well motivated to see that his spouse would be awarded the absolute minimum in the settlement. Sam was worth in excess of $18 million and had a large mansion in Santa Monica which overlooked the ocean that he had purchased prior to his engagement and wanted to ensure that his wife would have no claim on the house either. I met with him at lunch and immediately disliked him. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and inconsiderate. The sort of man who never considered anyone else’s wants or needs, and whose actions reflected that he was concerned about himself and nobody else. However, this was a high profile client and I decided that representing him would give my firm the kind of exposure it was looking for to continue to grow and thrive in Los Angeles. He wrote me an advance check on the spot and I had a new client.

When I returned to the office from my lunch, I gave the check to Rachel and asked her to create a new client and case file for his divorce. Rachel raised her eyebrow but said nothing to me and I immediately began working on the case. The details were that Sam and Erica’s marriage had been doomed from the start. Sam was a prime example of a horrible husband. He was both physically and emotionally abusive and he had actively taken steps to stifle his wife’s career using his influence with producers to effectively blackball his wife’s casting opportunities during the course of his marriage.

Unsurprisingly, Erica Mallory was seeking half of Sam’s net worth as well as his home. Additionally, she was asking for $3.5 million dollars in damages for unrealized income that Sam had prevented his wife from earning during the course of their marriage. This did not bode well for Sam and I began to doubt my chances of a favorable ruling by either a judge or a jury if this case ever went to trial.

As the trial date grew near, I began to get anxious about my chances of getting any kind of a victory in the case at all, no matter how small. I went to the deposition, held at Erica Mallory’s attorney’s office, doubtful of any kind of a positive result. I sat at one side of the table with Sam. Erica sat at the other end surrounded by three different attorneys. As we went through the details of the case, the inevitable defeat that I feared was looking more and more like reality. Erica had photos of herself after alleged beatings at the hands of Sam as well as voice mails and text messages which detailed a history of abuse. There was also a witness from a talent agency who was prepared to give evidence of Sam’s tampering with his wife’s career.

As I read through the evidence reports and reviewed the marital history of Sam and Erica I noticed a scribbled out note in the margin of one of the witness reports. I committed what I’d seen to memory and rushed back to the office after the deposition to further investigate what I’d seen. After several days locked in my office, with the aid of the note, I was able to dig up a substantial amount of dirt on Erica. As a high school student she had accused a teacher of raping her and had him fired. It had later been discovered that the teacher had given Erica failing grades in his class and she had attempted to seduce the teacher in hopes of getting him to falsify her grades in his class. The teacher had refused her advances and had stuck to the failing grade which she had earned, and Erica had invented the rape story. The truth was discovered a few months later, Erica was accused of fraud and conspiracy and the teacher was reinstated at the school. The accusations against Erica had been buried largely in part due to her being a minor at the time of the incident.

I was convinced that the incident could be used to demonstrate that all of Erica’s allegations against Sam were invented, much like she had invented the rape when she had been a minor. A pattern of personal behavior would likely discredit her in court and Sam could possibly walk away from the divorce with his house, his fortune, and his career intact. I typed up a rough draft of notes, organized them into report form, and handed my work to Rachel on my way out the door for a meeting with a different client who was suing his contractor for damages related to a kitchen addition on his home. “I’m off to a client meeting, Rachel,” I told her as I stepped out of the office. “I doubt that I’ll make it back into the office today. I think I’ll just head home after my 3 PM meeting. Can you clean up this report and add it to the Rayburn file?” I asked her.

“No problem, Joe,” she responded, taking the notes from me. “You have a great afternoon and I’ll see you in the morning.”

I finished the client meeting, stopped at a Chinese restaurant on the way home for some takeout, and went home for the night, planning to put more work in on the Rayburn divorce case, now confident that we could settle everything out of court at a bare minimum cost to my client, and greatly increase the exposure and clout of my law firm. I was sitting in the dining room in just my boxers with case notes scattered across the surface of the table when there was a knock at the door that evening. I checked my watch and saw that it was 8:30 PM. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and quickly put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and answered the door.

Rachel had come by for an unexpected visit. She was still wearing her business suit from earlier that day, including her heels as well as her jacket. I invited her inside and spoke. “Hey Rachel,” I said, with a warm smile, “This is an unexpected surprise. I was just working on the Rayburn case. Please come in.”

“Actually I wanted to speak to you about that case,” she responded. “I finished up with those notes you gave me.”

“Oh?” I responded. “What’s on your mind, Rachel?”

“As I understand it,” she began, “our client has been abusive to his wife. He’s been physically abusive and mentally abusive. He’s hit her, called her names, sadistically humiliated her on multiple occasions, and has sabotaged her career. Am I correct in my understanding of this case?”

“Well, yes, Rachel,” I replied. “And I was worried about our chances of getting any kind of a favorable outcome but then I was able to find some evidence from the wife’s past which could discredit her put all of her accusations into doubt. I think we have a really good chance now.”

“Do you believe her claims?” she asked me.

“Well that’s not really relevant,” I answered.

“Do you believe her,” she persisted.

“Well, yeah I guess I do,” I finally answered. “But as Sam’s attorney, it’s my responsibility to make sure that we put our best foot forward in this case.”

“So let me get this straight,” she continued. “My firm is representing a man who is physically, mentally, and emotionally abusive and you’re going to overlook all of that because you want to make sure that he comes out of this looking good?” Rachel looked at me, her face beginning to show signs of irritation.

I began to get nervous as I saw Rachel’s anger level begin to rise.

“Let me ask you a question," Rachel began. What do you think about a man who is abusive towards a woman that he’s in a relationship with?” She paused and took a deep breath. “What do you think about an innocent woman who is in a relationship in which she is abused, hit, and constantly belittled and compromised? Does this remind you of anyone you know?”

I froze where I stood.

“Answer the question, Joseph.”

“I think I understand why you might be upset, but this is a client and attorney relationship. I have a legal and ethical responsibility to represent Mister Rayburn to the best of my ability and to put his own best interests above all else. Can’t you see that this is for the good of the case and for the good of the firm, Rachel?”

Rachel’s face suddenly became blank, as if all of her emotions had suddenly been expunged from her being. She stepped forward and stopped inches away from me. She stared at me with a blank, impassive expression, and finally spoke almost in a whisper. “Miss White.”

Immediately I began to panic. What had I done? Had I actually used her first name in that moment? What had I been thinking? Immediately I fell to my knees. “Yes, Miss White,” I cried out. I leaned forward to kiss her feet. I was desperate.

Rachel was unmoved by my terror. “Get up, you worthless piece of dirt,” she hissed at me.

Immediately I pulled myself up to my knees and looked up to Rachel, “Yes, Miss White,” I wailed through the tears that were beginning to choke me up.

“Stand up. Joseph. Now.” Rachel’s voice never raised but the tone of her voice left no doubt that she was not going to tolerate the slightest disobedience.

I stood up immediately, before her.

“Your clothes, Joseph.”

I instantly responded. “Yes, Miss White,” and in a moment my clothes were all discarded on the floor next to where I stood, naked, vulnerable, frightened, and aroused in front of the most terrifying person I’d ever known. I was so scared I thought I might vomit.

“Do you have any idea what I could do to you, Joseph? Do you have any notion of how little effort it would be for me to completely break you apart, Joseph? Do you realize how insignificant and worthless you really are, Joseph?” Rachel paused as if to size me up. “I see that your cock is standing at attention for me, Joseph.” She reached out and gripped my erect cock and held it in her hand. “That’s the only thing you’re good for, you useless little ant.”

Rachel let go of her grip and remained standing in front of me. Her face gave away nothing of what she was thinking or feeling. She reached up and slowly removed her jacket, and placed it on the chair where I’d been sitting, revealing her colossal muscles. Every muscle was rapidly twitching and I could sense that it was taking all of Rachel’s self-control not to cause irreparable damage to me in that moment. She placed one hand on the back of the chair and kicked off her heels. Now standing barefoot in front of me, she unzipped her skirt and removed it, meticulously folding it and placing it on top of her jacket. Rachel now wore only a lacy bra which did nothing to hide the vast power which she possessed and a matching pair of panties, which only accentuated the incredible size and density of her quads, glutes, and abs.

“You brought on a client who beat and abused his wife for the good of the firm? How stupid can you be, Joseph? And you dare to lecture me about ethics and responsibility? You are the most irresponsible and pathetic man I’ve ever had the misfortune to know, Joseph. I am not going to tolerate your behavior, your disobedience, or your flagrant disregard for the best interests of my firm.” Rachel brought her arms up and flexed both of her biceps to their maximum size and density as my sobbing became more insistent. I dared not say a word, however, knowing I was unable to stop the terror and abuse that Rachel was heaping upon me with every word she spoke.

Rachel dropped her arms and gestured to the folders on the table. “So this is all of the hard work that you’ve completed in the last several days, Joseph?Are these papers the fruits of your labor which will win your client the judgment that says that he’s free and clear to mistreat women as he likes?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, Miss White.”

Rachel turned to the table and raised her fist above it. Then she suddenly slammed her fist into the solid oak table and split the table in half with a single blow. I was astonished by the power she possessed in her arm. Kneeling down, Rachel gathered up the files I’d been working on and lined them up in a single pile, 4 inches thick. With a sudden motion, she tore the papers and folders in half and dropped them on the floor.

Then Rachel walked to the chair adjacent to where I’d been sitting and gripped the back of it with both of her hands. Seemingly without effort she snapped the back of the chair off of the frame and casually dropped it to the ground. “Joseph,” she began, “what do you think of a man who hits women?” She moved to the next chair and snapped the back off as if it were made of cardboard. “What do you think of a man, Joseph,” she continued as she stepped to the next chair, and tore it apart in the blink of an eye, “who bullies a woman?” She eyed the next chair at the table. “What about a man, Joseph,” she reached forward and demolished the chair with a casual ease, “who psychologically bullies and torments a woman?” Rachel continued around the table. “What about a man, Joseph, who uses his influence to sabotage a woman’s career? To sadistically keep her from achieving her dreams?” With a quick snap of her wrists another chair crumbled to the ground.

Rachel paused and looked at me, indicating that I should speak. “He’s not much of a man, Miss White,” I answered, my lips quivering, tears running down my cheeks and onto the floor.

Rachel moved to the last chair. The chair where I’d been sitting, where her skirt and jacket now rested. She gripped the back of the chair and tensed her muscles. “What do you think should be done about such a man, Joseph?” she asked me.

“I think I should tell him that we can’t represent him, Miss White. I think I should never tell anyone about the discovery I made that could help him win the judgment and continue to abuse women,” I answered.

Rachel looked at me intently. “How does it feel to be bullied, Joseph?”

I looked back at her. She used the chair for leverage to point her toes against the ground. I watched as her already massive calves threatened to burst out of her skin. “It's terrifying, Miss White,” I answered.

“Have you ever been called names and made to feel that you’re worthless, Joseph?”

I was finally beginning to understand. I gathered up the little strength and spoke in a clear voice. “Yes, Miss White.”

Rachel softened her look and spoke to me. “I’m glad that we’re finally arriving on the same page, Joseph.” Then she picked up her skirt and jacket and sat down on the only chair that hadn’t been destroyed by her awesome power. “You may kneel now, Joseph.”

Immediately I fell to my knees at Rachel’s feet. “Thank you, Miss White.”

She slid a foot forward toward me and I leaned down and began to worship Rachel’s foot with kisses. She brought her other foot forward and I repeated my worship.

Satisfied, Rachel pulled her feet away from me. “Stand up, Joseph.”

I immediately complied and stood in front of Rachel. I was still naked and still aroused.

“You may put your boxers on, Joseph.”

“Thank you, Miss White.” I covered up my nakedness and remained standing in front of Rachel.

Rachel patted her thigh and gestured to me. “Sit.”

I immediately sat down on her lap. Rachel put her hand on my leg and rubbed it gently. “You’re not worthless, Joseph. And you’re not insignificant. You’re a good man, and if you weren’t, I’d never have you as a partner. You’ve had a terrible lapse in judgment and you won’t let it happen again. You’re going to clean up this mess, Joseph,” she waved her hand at the destruction she’d left behind in my dining room, “and I’m going to clean up the mess that you’ve made with the firm.”

I looked into Rachel’s eyes. They were soft and full of empathy and compassion. “Yes, Miss White.”

“Now get to work, Joseph.”

I stood up and began to pick up the pieces of shattered wood and gathered them into a pile. Rachel stood and put her skirt and shoes back on. She walked to the front door, her jacket hanging from her fingers, her incredible muscles pumped up in all of their glory, and turned to me. “I’ll see you in the morning, Joseph. Good night.”

“Good night, Miss White,” I softly replied.

I watched Rachel let herself out the front door and took a deep breath. Then I rushed to the toilet and spent the next several minutes throwing up the contents of my stomach.

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« Reply #39 on: August 31, 2018, 07:37:46 pm »
Well that took a different turn than what I was thinking because of the last few chapters it seemed that Rachel was past this domineering behavior towards Joseph, but I guess in this case, she had to make a point, to make sure that Joseph knew what he was doing, by taking on a dirtbag of a client, that she had to make him see reason, by the most terrifying ways possible. I did enjoy seeing Rachel do a couple of pretty cool feats of strength, that was cool. I guess while I'm not completely for the kind of violence and mental domination that Rachel showed here, the reason for it was pretty well developed, so I guess I'm okay with it. I look forward to more. k+!
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You have a wonderful storytelling style and a fantastic pace. The details and drama are well thought out and seem to really strike a cord with people into that kind of thing. Keep up the good work.
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Righting a Wrong

I arrived at 8:30 the next morning at the office. Rachel was already at her desk. “Good morning, Joe,” she greeted me, and gave me a warm smile.
God, but was she beautiful! I’d never been more scared in my life that I had the night before. I’d slept fitfully, thinking of what she’d said to me before she left my home. “I’m going to clean up the mess that you’ve made with the firm,” she’d told me. What did she have in mind?

I got the answer to that question just before lunch when Rachel stepped into my office. “I’ve booked a suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel,” she told me, “for our meeting with Sam Rayburn. He’s expecting you at 3 PM.”

“He’s expecting me?” I asked as a clarification.

“Yes, Joe, he’s expecting you.” She paused, and held me with a stare. “He doesn’t know that I’ll be there as well.” Rachel leaned forward and placed her hands flat against my desk. Even with her jacket on, I could see the powerful tendons of her wrists in motion and could clearly envision the muscles working beneath her sleeves. “Sam Rayburn is in for quite a surprise, indeed.” Rachel turned and left me in my office.

Rachel came to my office at 2:15. She had changed out of her skirt and put on a pair of pants that matched her suit jacket. I noticed that her thighs and calves were completely hidden. “Shall we get going, Joe?” she asked me. I simply grabbed my keys and nodded my head.

We arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later and took an elevator up to a large suite which Rachel had booked for our meeting with Sam Rayburn. The suite was large and impeccably decorated. A stocked bar was in place at the side of the room. A large dining table was adjacent to the bar. The sitting area included two large sofas and two large chairs as well as an oval coffee table with a glass top. A door led to a bathroom and another door led to the master bedroom which included a luxurious master bathroom.

Rachel sat on the couch and indicated that I should join her. I complied with her wish and sat down next to her. She place her hand on my thigh and gave it a light squeeze. I gazed into her eyes and looked for any indication of what she was thinking or feeling about the upcoming meeting or about the events in my dining room the previous night. Rachel finally spoke to me. “I’m not mad at you, Joe. I was frustrated and disappointed but I know that you would never intentionally hurt me or the firm.” I breathed a sigh of relief at her words. “I wanted to demonstrate to you how serious your actions were and how deeply they affected me. I trust that I made my point.”

“You did, Rachel,” I replied. “I didn’t think about you or your feelings at all. I wish I had. I know I’ll always think of you first before I ever make any decision again,” I promised her.

“Joe,” Rachel addressed me, with a serious look on her face. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, Rachel,” I immediately answered.

“I’m glad, Joe. I hope that you know that I will always look out for you and your best interests.” Rachel took a deep breath and finished her thought. “This meeting with Mister Rayburn may prove to be challenging for you, Joe. Just remember that you trust me and that you always can.”

I gave Rachel a reassuring smile, even as I felt a lump in my throat. What did she have in mind? Rachel leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. “This will all be over soon, Joe.”

Sam knocked on the door a few minutes later. I opened the door to the suite and he came in and shook my hand. “Hey, Joe, I hope you have good news for me. I can’t wait to get this all over with.” Then he noticed Rachel, who was still sitting on the couch. “Joe, I thought it was just going to be you and me. Who’s the babe?”

I started to speak but Rachel interrupted me. “Mister Rayburn,” she began, “I’m Rachel White and I’m a partner in the firm. Thank you for coming to meet with us today.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Rachel. I guess you’re both here because I’m such an important client?” He turned to me. “She’s a fine looking piece, Joe, you really know how to pick ‘em.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows at Sam’s comment but didn’t speak or react otherwise.

“Well look, lady, I’m really glad to meet you, and maybe you and me can get to know each other a little better some time, but for now I’m just here to see Joe. You know, client-attorney privilege and all that.”

I cringed inwardly. Rachel stared at Sam without betraying any of her thoughts. Something about her blank stare made Sam pause. He shifted uncomfortably where he stood, but said nothing. Rachel finally broke the silence. “Mister Rayburn, that’s precisely why I’m here. To discuss the client-employee relationship between you and my firm.” Rachel stood but remained at the couch. “And Mister Rayburn, please address me as Miss White. I don’t appreciate being referred to as either ‘lady’ or ‘babe’.”

There was something about Rachel’s demeanor that clearly had Sam shaken, but he was determined not to back down. “Listen, lady, I’m here to talk to Joe. Now I’m asking you nicely to get the hell out of here. I don’t think you want me to ask you not-so-nicely.”

Rachel began to walk towards Sam. “Is this how you speak to women, Mister Rayburn? Is this how you speak to your wife?”

Sam turned to me. “Joe, you’d better do something about this bitch before she gets hurt. Now tell her where her place is before I have to. Nobody talks to me like that.”

Rachel closed the remaining distance between herself and Sam and stood directly in front of him. “Samuel, let me explain something to you. Joseph is not going to tell me where my place is because he already understands where his place is.” She turned her head toward me. “Isn’t that right, Joseph?”

I responded immediately. “Yes, Miss White.”

“And Samuel,” she continued, “before long you’re going to know your place too.”

“Listen, you crazy bitch,” Sam threatened, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but no lady is going to speak to me like that. And my place is about to be pushing your head down while you suck my dick if you don’t get the fuck out of here. Right now.”

“Samuel, I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am that you’re showing me this side of you.” Rachel unbuttoned her jacket and let it slid it off her shoulders.

“Joseph, take my jacket,” she instructed me.

“Yes, Miss White,” I answered, taking her jacket and folding it on one of the chairs at the dining table.

Rachel now stood before Sam in a sleeveless white shirt. Her enormous shoulders and biceps practically filled the room. I could see her traps pulsing where she stood.

“What the fuck is going on here?” muttered Sam.

“That’s an excellent, if vulgar, question, Samuel,” replied Rachel. “What’s going on here is that you are a bully. You mistreat women. You have abused your wife both physically and emotionally.” Rachel kicked off her heels and unbuttoned her pants, then stepped out of them. She now stood in a pair of gym shorts and her boulder-like shoulders and biceps were suddenly overshadowed by her incomprehensible quads and calves. Rachel nodded her head to me and said, “Joseph.”

“Yes, Miss White.” I immediately stepped forward and retrieved Rachel’s pants and heels and placed her heels on the floor, next to the table and folded her pants, placing it on top of her jacket.

Rachel continued her thought. “The thing about bullies, Samuel, is that every bully forgets that there’s always someone tougher or stronger than they are. And then the bully suddenly becomes the victim.” Rachel stepped forward and flexed a side bicep. A road map of veins suddenly appeared on her arm as her bicep peak climbed to a height that blew me away. And made Sam take a step backward.

Sam turned a shade of white. Then he turned to me and said, “Joe, you’d better do something about this right now.”

Rachel spoke. “Joseph. Kneel.”

“Yes, Miss White,” came my immediate response as I fell to my knees where I’d been standing.

“As you can see, Samuel, Joseph already knows his place. And before long you’re going to know your place as well.” Rachel held up her bicep in front of Sam. I watched his eyes grow big as he took in the sight of Rachel’s magnificent muscles. Then she shifted one of her legs forward and began to flex her quads and calves as she twisted her foot from side to side. Rachel was a truly beautiful and terrifying sight in this moment. “When I learned that Joseph had put my firm in the position of representing a monster such as yourself, Samuel, who abuses women, it made me extremely angry. I confronted Joseph immediately, at his home. And I made him see the error he had made in his judgment.” Sam stood, terrified and motionless in front of Rachel, taking in her every word. His eyes were glued to her enormous muscles in all of their intimidating glory. “Joseph, remind me of what I did when I arrived at your home yesterday evening.”

“You broke my solid oak dining table with a single punch, Miss White, and destroyed all but one of my dining chairs with nothing more than the strength in your hands,” I answered.

Rachel pointed to the dining table in the hotel suite. “Samuel,” she began, “I have no intention of destroying any hotel property this afternoon.” She took another step forward and stood just inches away from Sam.

“You crazy bitch!” exclaimed Sam, as he swung a backhanded blow at her face.

Rachel reached up with her hand and caught Sam’s hand with her fist. Sam attempted to pull his hand back but Rachel tightened her grip. Sam began to shift uncomfortably where he stood and then his discomfort turned to pain as Rachel’s biceps and forearms began to flex and her grip around Sam’s hand became tighter. “Samuel, it’s time for you to learn your place,” she told the grimacing man. She squeezed her hand still more tightly and Sam fell to his knee in pain. “You’re learning,” she taunted him. “Now let’s see if you’ve learned another lesson, Samuel. How are you going to address me?” She squeezed even harder still.

“Miss White! Miss White!” came Sam’s immediate response.

“It’s really quite easy to bully a bully, Samuel,” Rachel continued. “But it takes much longer to actually change the character of a bully.” Rachel grabbed onto Sam’s shoulder with her free hand and let go of his hand with her other, moving her grip to his wrist. Then she began to apply a twisting pressure to Sam’s arm while immobilizing his shoulder. “Your bullying days are over, Samuel,” she told him in an even voice as she dislocated his shoulder and elbow. Then she let go of Sam as he collapsed to the floor.

Sam held out his good hand in front of him and began to plead. “Please, please, stop hurting me. I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop hurting me.”

Rachel looked down at the already broken man. “What did I tell you to call me, Samuel?”

“Miss White! Please, Miss White! Please don’t hurt me any more!”

Rachel looked at Sam and shook her head. “No.”

Tears came to Sam’s eyes and he began to shake.

“You were right about one thing, Samuel,” Rachel began, as she reached down and picked Sam up to his feet. Wrapping her arms around Sam’s sides she began to squeeze. “You have attorney-client privilege with Joseph. My firm will not discuss your bullying ways with anyone. We will not discuss your abusive ways. And we’ll never discuss the fact that you were completely over-powered, beaten, and dominated by a woman.” She lowered her grip to Sam’s lower back, bent her knees, and held Sam in the air in a powerful bearhug. “We are dropping you as a client. You are free to find other representation, Samuel.” Sam moaned against Rachel’s shoulder as she squeezed harder and harder against his ribs. “However, I’d suggest that you’re going to want to save your money.” She squeezed harder. “You’re going to give your wife everything she’s asking for, Samuel. She gets half of your money. She gets the house. And you’re going to stop interfering with her career.” She squeezed harder and I heard 2 of his ribs crack. Then she released her grip and he collapsed to the floor.

Sam whimpered and moaned in pain where he laid, never taking his eyes off of Rachel. “Please, Miss White, no more.”

Rachel stepped forward and flexed her immense quads as she stood over the beaten man. “Can you imagine what I could do to you with these, Samuel? Can you conceive of the destruction I can cause with my strength?” Sam began to cry where he lay on the floor, helpless and broken. “I could end your career with my power, Samuel. I could take your movie-star looks away from you. I could permanently damage your knees and shoulders so that you could never be cast in any of those action roles that you enjoy so much.” Sam’s sobs grew louder. Rachel watched him sobbing and hissed at him. “On your knees, Samuel.”

Sam struggled up to his knees and looked fearfully at Rachel. She leaned down so that her head was inches away from Sam’s. “I could end your miserable life if I chose to.” Sam moaned in pain as he absorbed Rachel’s words. “Let me make myself perfectly clear, Samuel, so that there is no mistaking my meaning. You’re going to give your wife everything she’s asked for. If you fail to do this, then I can assure you that you’ll see me again soon.” Sam began to cry as he took in Rachel’s ultimatum. Rachel continued, “And you’re never going to raise your hand against a woman ever again. You’re never going to raise your voice against a woman ever again. And you’re never going to use your influence to negatively affect a woman’s career ever again. If you fail at any of these, you’ll be dealing with the emergency room.” Rachel leaned forward and did a most muscular pose. Her traps grew to monstrous proportions as her pecs separated to make room for the beefy muscle which Rachel was displaying to Sam. Her biceps and pulsated, the power she was holding back was evident from across the room. Rachel grabbed Sam’s shirt with her fist and ripped it off in a swift motion. “Do I make myself clear, Samuel?”

“Yes, yes, Miss White,” he stammered. “After I sign off half of my assets as well as the house, she’ll never see me again.”

“What else, Samuel?”

“I’ll never pick on another woman, Miss White. I swear it!”

“You’ll be a perfect gentleman, Samuel, won’t you?” Rachel declared. “Just like, Joseph, over here.” She turned and gave me a brief look before turning back to the cowed man.

“Yes! Yes, Miss White! A perfect gentleman!” he cried out.

“Very good, Samuel.” Rachel crossed the room and sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs. I couldn’t help but notice how thick and defined her quads were, and how her pumped calf stood out. “You may go now, Samuel.”

Sam slowly came to his feet and walked to the door in visible pain. Just as his hand touched the knob, Rachel called out. “Oh, and Samuel, just one more thing.” Sam visibly flinched and then turned around.

“Yes, Miss White.”

“Your injuries, Samuel. You got them in training. You were preparing for a fight scene for your next action movie.” Rachel remained comfortably seated on the couch, her muscles relaxed but no less intimidating to the beaten man. “Isn’t that right, Samuel?”

“Yes, Miss White. I hurt myself working with a highly trained fighter as part of my preparation for an upcoming role,” he robotically recited.
Rachel nodded her head. Samuel opened the door and left.

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Re: The Receptionist
« Reply #42 on: September 01, 2018, 09:12:29 am »
Great stuff: well-written, great plot, awesome woman, looking forward for more! Thanks for sharing: K+

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« Reply #43 on: September 01, 2018, 04:26:01 pm »
Well, that chapter was more enjoyable, when she dominated and beat up Joe, that was one thing that I didn't enjoy because he was so good to her, but beating up Samuel, that's different, because he was a misogynistic bully who deserved it, so I was completely okay with Rachel showing him where his place should be, on his knees in front of a strong woman. I'm glad that she has changed his attitude. I loved your description in this story, really good stuff. I look forward to more! k+!
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« Reply #44 on: September 01, 2018, 09:39:33 pm »
Excellent chapter, I find the dynamic between the two interesting. However, I'm still puzzled on where they are going together...
Great job!!

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