“Yes, I know.” Had she been checking me out? She paused while we traded places. She didn't even reset the weight. I had three plates on each side plus the carriage---three hundred and fifteen pounds! “You were watching me.”What could I say? “Yes.” I admitted, with an apologetic tone, the weight was going up and down

---seven---eight—

I couldn't believe it! She was very quiet, obviously waiting for a comment from me.

“Okay, I find you attractive, any chance we could get together for coffee or lunch?” Might as well jump in with both feet.

*****

I had joined the fitness class at the Y three weeks ago. All the festivities over Christmas and New Years had put me twelve pounds overweight so with spring approaching I thought it would be a good idea to drop a couple of pounds and harden up my muscles. The class was a combination, aerobics and weights, and the women outnumbered the men four to one. For some reason Arlene caught my attention from the very first. Just one of those things---like you see this woman and immediately---. The mirrored walls front and back offered a good chance to glimpse, à la furtively, some female ass in motion. She spotted me right away and gave me an evil glare. I doubled the reflection but she was ready for me, gave me a more evil glare and shook her head scornfully.

*****

---nine---ten---.

“Lunch would be very nice.” she said.

---eleven---twelve.

She swivelled the locks into place---my turn. I slid into position.

---one---two---three---.

“Is tomorrow too soon?” I asked. “I like the Club Café.” She was really trim, by that I mean she didn't have any bulky muscles, the truth was, she hardly had any visible muscle at all.

---six---seven---.

“Tomorrow at the Club would be great. Twelve?” Her legs were long and straight and nicely tapered from hip to ankle and the fact that they were solid was noticeable.

---ten---eleven---twelve.

I set the locks and moved aside expecting her to move into position so imagine my surprise when she added another forty-five-pound disc to each side. She was about five-seven, no more than one-thirty and she was about to leg press four hundred and five pounds?

—one—two—three---

“Twelve is perfect.”

----six----seven—

Oh boy----did she ever do that smoothly!

---ten---eleven---twelve!

She moved aside, I slid into place wondering if I could even move this weight.

“Okay I'll see you then.” Her brief show of strength over, she turned and took off for the bench press station at the other end of the room leaving me to sweat out twelve reps with a weight I hadn’t used in years.

*****

Tuesday at the Café was very quiet and we both arrived a few minutes early and picked the most private booth. She kicked things off by dropping a bombshell:

“Before you get any ideas I should tell you that I'm gay.” She paused to let that sink in. “But I very much enjoy men.”

The barmaid showed up and saved me from having to make a comment. At least I was thankful that she ordered a brandy---something worthwhile—as opposed to a pink champagne or a white wine.

“Now, tell me about Steve.”

“Sure---Steve is single, five-foot-eight, one-seventy-seven, hoping to get back to one-sixtyish. Pushing fifty---.” I paused to let that sink in because I figured her to be still in her thirties. “'Self-employed, I work out of my house doing programming.”

“Steve is a very fit 'pushing fifty’”

“Thank you. Arlene is in excellent shape too.” What else could I say---she can leg press four-o-five for twelve reps!

“Is Steve gay?”

I laughed loudly, shook my head no. “Hardly.”

“So there was a relationship that went pffft?”

“That's as good a way to put it----.”

“Is Steve seeing anyone?”

“Oh yeah, actually there are several but nothing really serious.”

She went quiet, I was about to make a comment but she held up her hand to stop me, like she was planning her next thought. I let her continue.

“I belong to this club. We call it a 'Circle'. Right now we have four 'girls' and three 'boys' so we're trying to recruit another 'boy' and if you're interested I'm sure you would be acceptable.” She took a sip from the snifter she had been twirling and continued. “Once a month we pair off, one boy, one girl and get together for an hour.” She had just admitted to being gay---I was a little confused. “Ever have fantasies about amazons or strong powerful women?”

“Oh sure.” I admitted. “But I think every man does at one time or another.” Qualifying my statement. Was she still on topic?

“But it doesn't play big?”

“No, not really.”

“What about wrestling? Ever wrestle a woman?” Was this heading where I thought—secretly hoped?!

“Not really.” I stammered nervously. “Little tussles here and there.”

“Would you like to give it a try?”

“You mean a match? Like one on one?” She nodded, I continued. “If you're asking me if I would like to spend the next hour wrestling you the answer is yes.”

“Well okay, here's the deal—.” All of a sudden she was completely relaxed---I guess my admission of interest—. All of a sudden my groin was tingling in anticipation. The truth was I had never wrestled a ‘girl’ before, certainly not all out, little tussles sure, or some arm wrestling was about the extent. It wasn't that I wouldn't love to give it a try but no one I was dating seemed particularly keen. And yeah, I had seen the ads on the net---the women who wrestle men---and thought about it—the usual price was three hundred bucks ---a lot of money to throw at a woman for an hour on the mats. Not only that I had read all the negative comments---the women couldn't wrestle— the lousy facilities---it turned into a masturbation session---they spent half the time on the phone cooking up their next session---etc. Enough to make you want to throw.

She continued. “The first Wednesday in every month you get matched up with a 'playmate' (in the true sense of the word). Like I said, there are four ‘girls’.”

“Are you one of them?”

“Yes, so you and I would wrestle every fourth month.”

“Sounds wonderful.” I was wondering what the catch was---.

“You pay the host forty bucks. That helps pay for new mats and hot water for showers and stuff like that.” Four hundred and eighty bucks for twelve matches!

“That's it?”

“That's it.”

“Okay! I'm in.” Was I being too eager? I reached for my cheque book.

“Well the other 'girls' have to accept you but that should be no problem.”

Application

The following Monday night I was back at the gym. Arlene was there but she seemed to be avoiding me and I didn’t want to appear too anxious and approach her. It wasn't until I moved to the leg press machine that she drifted over.

“Can I work in?”

“Sure.” I finished my set at three-fifteen, she added the two more plates straight away and moved under the weight.

“'Can we have lunch at the 'Café' again tomorrow?” She asked. I was mesmerized watching the weight go up and down.

“Sure, twelve again?” She had no visible muscle---I don't know where the power came from.

“'Twelve is good. The other girls want to meet you. They will probably ‘okay’ you and so your first match-up will be this Wednesday.”

“Against you?”

“No.” She said firmly. Her set finished, she moved aside and I moved into place. She set an envelope on the support of the machine. “Four blank cards for you to fill in. One to give to each of the girls. Read through theirs first. You’ll get the idea.” Once more she left me to struggle with four hundred and five pounds.

*****

The cards contained the most basic information. Interesting only because I was about to wrestle these women. Age, height, weight, 36-24-36, (which none of them were) marital status, occupation, phone numbers, e-mails, a little bit of personal and some wrestling likes and dislikes. I memorized every detail! I filled in my cards, including the girth of my biceps---fourteen inches---just for laughs.

Interview

I was running about five minutes late but they were well settled in, halfway through their first brandy. Index cards lay out in front of them---they had obviously been discussing me as a prospect. The first thing that ran through my mind was: My god! Look at these women! Every one of them drop dead gorgeous! If I didn't know better, I would have guessed that they were planning a shower or a garden party. It definitely did not look like they were appraising someone they were about to wrestle just for the fun of it! Arlene made the intros. I recalled the details from the cards:

Joanne: 38, single mom, three kids: 10 years, 8 years and 6 years, 5-5, 130, 34B-27-37, husband lost at sea, nine to five secretary, frustrated dancer/gymnast, dreamed of being a teen Olympian but hormones sent her into womanhood, craves male companionship without commitment, not interested in re-relationship, kids #1 priority. Please arrive close shaven! Joanne was wearing a white blouse and black slacks and appeared to be very laid back and relaxed! (Insurance money?) She had long dark hair that was cut short and streaked with gray, a round face with soft brown eyes.

Fiona: 32, married, new mom, two months! 5-6, 135, 35B-27-36, part time cashier, co-founder of the ‘Circle’, wrestles to satisfy husband’s fantasy, husband also a member and co-founder of the ‘Circle’.

Fiona was wearing a deep blue Nike outfit, jacket and pants. She was a blue-eyed-blond and her hair was cut short in one of those kinky curly do’s. She had big bones and short thighs and upper arms that give her a very powerful look.

Arlene: 35, single, gay, 5-7, 125, 33A-25-34, size six, fitness nut, designs clothes, models own creations, co-founder of the Circle. Looks at men and contemplates overpowering them! Arlene has a mop of ebony hair in a short pixie cut, dark blue eyes. She was wearing sandals with cut-off jeans, a sleeveless ‘t’, no bra. Very cool.

Hazel: 28, married, 5-8, 135, 36C-26-37, real estate agent, husband doesn't know about Circle, PLEASE BE DISCRETE! Hazel has hazel eyes and long chestnut hair and apparently 'bought' her name before entering college. She was wearing a business type dress, fairly plain, three-quarter sleeves. A wide belt was cinched around her narrow waist and the skirt came to mid-calf. Chic swede boots from there down! She projected very dynamic, competitive, with what appeared to be a grrreat body!

Bed any one of them? You bet!!!

Joanne had the first question and it set the mood for the rest of the interview.

“What's this on you card where it says fourteen inches? Is that the size of your dick?” The table broke up---I turned three shades of red and couldn't help but break up myself. I flexed my arm and spanned my muscle. “'Oh shit.” She said. “Big deal. So how big's your dick?” The table broke up again. “We should have that on the card you know.” She was dead serious. I held up my thumb playfully. “Oh god, not another Jason.”

At this point Fiona jumped in, bent her hand forward at the wrist and said playfully:

“Yeth, can we please do something about replathing Jathon.” I got the idea that Jason was one of Arlene’s ‘friends’.Then she looked straight at me. “Does the idea of wrestling us excite you?”

“Do bears shit in the woods?” I fired back. “You bet! Very much!” I had been aroused since last evening just thinking about talking about wrestling and this 'interview' was making my balls sweat! There were a few more general questions: Hazel wanted to know if I had any medical problems:

“Nothing that being ten years younger wouldn’t solve.”

Joanne wanted to know if I was on drugs:

“My only vice is the one I’m looking at and no, I don’t smoke----anything.”

Fiona asked about broken bones. “Any broken bones we should know about?”

“Well I had a couple of cracked ribs, but that was a long time ago.”

“How did that happen?”

“Playing hockey, I got cross checked.”

“Arlene, did you know he played hockey?” She shook her head.

“Arlene likes hockey guys.” They all chuckled. Arlene just rolled her eyes at the gibe. They had a couple more questions then they wanted to talk 'girl talk' for a few minutes:

“Maybe you need go to the john?”

I had been approved on the first vote. Instructions came from around the table:

“Here's your schedule. Jo (everyone calls her Jo) and Fiona are set-up with the mats.”

“Your circle starts with Hazel but since this is the second month your first match is with Joanne.” Joanne gave me a mischievous grin.

“Just go to the address on her card, but don't show up before ten to.”

“You'll need two towels and two toilet kits. One to leave at Jo's, the other at Fiona's.”

“Get about six outfits like this.” A catalogue picture of a 'Speedo' type outfit was furnished.

“Put your name or initials on everything.”

“Anything we've forgotten?”

“Any questions?”

MONTH	TIME	MATE	PLACE
1, 5, 9	2100 h	Hazel	Joanne's
2, 6, 10	2100 h	Joanne	Joanne's
3, 7, 11	2100 h	Fiona	Fiona's
4, 8, 12	1900 h	Arlene	Fiona's

“Will I need a jock strap?” That got them giggling again.

“No---if we decide to go for your balls a jock won't save you.”' More giggles.

“Who do I give the money to?”

“When you arrive you'll know where, and a check is preferred. Don't bring cash.”'

I had two more questions but I wasn't going to ask them: 1) how come I had to wait so long to get my hands on Arlene. grrrr 2) how come I needed so may changes of briefs? LOL.