Love Muscle

by Perfessor Yessir &

©Copyright 2020 Perfessor Yessir

Chapter 1

Scott sat at his desk in the middle of his small bookkeeping business. It was a one man show as the area provided just enough business for him to make a living. He had a little work to do but decided to take an early lunch and run by the post office.

His office was situated in an old bank building on the village square in a small town not far from Peoria in Central Illinois. It was a town of 6,000 people, and he knew a lot of them from living there his whole life. The post office was directly across the square.

As he locked up, holding onto the small box he had to mail in his left hand, he looked up and down the street and took a deep breath. It was a warm day in May, the type of day he loved, and he looked forward to stretching his legs.

Scott was approaching 40 years old. He wasn’t bad looking, but at 6’1” and a very thin 160 pounds he had never attracted much female attention. Couple that with being almost painfully shy around the opposite sex and it was not surprising that he was still single. In fact, aside from a couple of brief flings in college he had never even had a real girlfriend.

The short walk to the post office was uneventful and as he approached the old building he admired its classic columns and wrought iron railings. As soon as he opened the doors he saw that there were three people in line ahead of him. He waved at Mrs. Billings, the clerk, who had worked at the post office for as long as he could remember.

She gave him a nod, but was too busy to speak to him just yet. He didn’t pay much attention to the people in line, except to notice that the man in front of him was very fat and very old.

A moment later the person at the head of the line finished her business and walked out. It was Mrs. Anderson, who lived two blocks away from him. They nodded at one another as she passed. The next person in line went up to the counter, and Scott heard an unfamiliar female voice.

He moved to the side to get a better view of the lady. He stopped, and stared. It took him a minute to process what he was looking at: a medium length summer dress on a 5’2” woman whom he had never seen before.

She seemed to be about 30. She had very short dark hair she had tied into a small ponytail. As she turned to the side to look over the display of stamps he saw that her face was lean and cute. As she turned back to the counter he took in the rest of her.

He started at her feet, which looked thick and strong in a worn pair of summer sandals. His eyes moved up to a pair of large calves and on to massive, muscular thighs that even a male bodybuilder might have envied. Her short height made them look even bigger.

Next he took in her slim waist and thick, corded forearms. Her upper arms were huge, every bit the match for her thighs. Her shoulders were wide, and they tapered to a well-defined neck.

Despite all of her muscles, she had a soft layer of skin that made him think that she never starved herself like a lot of professional bodybuilders, who just looked like dried up raisins to him.

She was so thick. So built.

He couldn’t think of anything else: his mind was on overload. He was shaking with excitement and anxiety, a mixture of feelings that he couldn’t control or even sort out.

She finished her transaction and walked by him out the door. He was so nervous that he couldn’t speak to her or even make eye contact. He did manage to glance down at her hands and he didn’t see a ring on her finger. She wasn’t wearing any jewelry, for that matter, except a large, silver watch stretched across her left wrist.

Chapter 2

Sara left the post office and looked down at her phone. She had been in town for a few weeks and felt free for the first time in a long while. The divorce had been brutal and her bastard of an ex left her with nothing. That was the price you paid for marrying a shark, she thought.

She had retreated across the state, to here, where her aunt had lived, where she had never even visited, to a house that was left to her. She was glad she hadn’t sold it when her aunt died.

She was broke, working a job at the local sports bar. It was enough to pay for food and taxes and for the maintenance on her car, but not much more. As she walked up to the car, she groaned.

It was a 15 year old Ford SUV, rusted out and with 250K miles on it. She got in and just sat in the front seat for a moment, gathering herself, before she headed out to buy groceries.

She never thought she’d find herself in a situation like this: starting her life completely over again at 32. A few years ago she had everything going for her - a career she loved as a personal trainer, a beautiful house, sophisticated friends, great vacations, and a husband who was one of the most successful lawyers in town.

Sure, her mom had never liked Tony. She had gone to her grave warning her daughter not to trust him, but when you’re young and in love you can overlook even the most obvious warning signs.

Walking up and down the aisles in the little Podunk grocery store, trying to find a way to make her meager paycheck stretch to cover meals for the week, Sara went over the events of the last couple of years in her mind for the millionth time.

Her suspicions, the incriminating texts and receipts, discovering his cheating, confronting him, the lies and arrogance and abuse, the financial shenanigans, and finally discovering that he was so connected to the legal establishment in town that nobody would even take her divorce case.

She had muddled through, her self-esteem taking hit after hit after hit, until in the end her ex had walked off with everything. Even her friends turned out to actually be his friends. Still, she wasn’t a quitter. She was tough. Even if she couldn’t see a path forward right now, she knew she’d find a way.

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts and her shopping that she didn’t notice the glances she was getting from the other shoppers. Even if she had noticed, she was used to it by now. Some gave her a quick glance, then looked away. Others stared outright.

Nobody in town had ever seen a woman like her before. There were girls who were overweight, either a little or a lot, or the underfed waifs. There were strong women who had grown up working on farms, but nobody had ever seen anybody with the kind of sculpted musculature she could boast.

Chapter 3

One of the men carefully watching her was Scott. He had quickly left the post office, his small box unmailed, rushed across the square to where his car was parked, and followed her to the grocery store.

He didn’t know what had come over him. He never just followed women around - it seemed too creepy. And he had work to do back at the office. But he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He had never seen a woman that attractive before. It was her body, and her face, and maybe even the sad expression she wore. He was incredibly aroused. Like many tall, thin men he was well endowed and he found himself uncomfortably hard in his pants.

He was self-conscious, trying to hide his bulge as he wandered the aisles in the store, pretending to look at groceries he didn’t need. He felt like everybody was looking at him.

Scott was so shy that just the thought of going up to a woman and talking to her made him break out in a sweat. What would he say? He always got so tongue-tied that he stammered or said something foolish.

He had never dated in high school, and he had only had one or two short term girlfriends in college. Then he had come back here, to his hometown, to take over his uncle’s bookkeeping business. At this point in life he figured he’d always be single.

He ducked behind a display as Sara walked his way. When she passed, he turned and looked at her again. He couldn’t believe how she filled out that little sun dress. He wanted to go up and get in the check out line behind her. There weren’t many strangers around here, and certainly none like her.

A little voice in his head told him that this was his chance, but instead of going up and making conversation he stood and watched as she finished buying her groceries, loaded them into her old Ford, and drove away.

Chapter 4

Sara drove across town and pulled into the driveway of a sad looking Victorian house. There was no garage, so she parked on the rutted dirt driveway and brought the groceries in through the side door.

The old oak floors in the kitchen, their finish long since gone, creaked loudly as she walked across to set her bags on the counter and she was reminded of all the things that needed to be done in this place. All the things she had absolutely no money to do.

She sighed and went up to her room to change for work. The sports bar had hired her immediately with no interview. She liked to think it was because she was so attractive, but honestly it was more indicative of the way that it was managed. She put on the required uniform, which consisted of baggy cargo pants and an oversized football jersey tied off at the waist.

She was disappointed to have to cover up so much, as she had worked hard for her figure for most of her adult life, but alas. She brushed her hair and redid her ponytail, then grabbed her keys and headed to her SUV and to work.

She pulled into the back parking lot about fifteen minutes before her shift began. Unlike some of the other waitresses she could see in the staff parking area, she didn’t sit in her car and get high before heading in. She didn’t ruminate over everything that had happened in the past year, either.

She couldn’t help but be sad about the way things had turned out, but getting depressed wouldn’t help. She hadn’t gotten her physique, to say nothing of her black belts in judo and taekwondo, without being able to visualize her goals, motivate herself, and work hard to achieve them.

Instead, she thought about her home, or, specifically, the gym she was building in the basement. She had managed to snag some old wrestling mats on the cheap from a high school that was auctioning off surplus items.

After being cleaned and disinfected, they now formed her martial arts area. She was always on the lookout for old weights or gym equipment that people were selling or giving away. She had most of what she needed already, but tomorrow morning she had to be up early to drive over to Champaign to take a look at a set of barbells and a bench press some graduating college kid didn’t want to take home with him.

At the thought of the weights she smiled, and then got out of her car and headed toward the staff entrance.

Chapter 5

As she went through the door she could already hear the loud, rowdy crowd coming in. Even though it was a small town, the place was always crowded. It was right off I74 that cut through from Indiana to Iowa, so it got a lot of traffic. The walls were covered with the usual sports memorabilia, and there were dozens of TV sets showing every sporting event you could imagine.