Bar Room Battle

By Sam James

It was the night of the pub quiz and I found myself in a team of six, one of whom was an attractive 30-something, dark-haired woman, of medium height but a stocky build. Her name was Annie and she was wearing a T-shirt with a buckskin jacket, but giving her my usual 'once over' I noticed her hands and wrists were very strong-looking and unadorned with nail varnish or rings. And then, as she raised her glass of beer to her lips, I saw the sleeve of her jacket straining against the bulge of an obviously sizeable bicep!

          In between the rounds of the quiz I chatted to her and asked her what she did. 'I'm a blacksmith' she replied, and then, to my look of surprise, she said, 'There's still a few of us about, you know - I shoe most of the local riding stable's horses'. Plunging in I said 'Ah, 'The Smith, a Mighty Woman is She' - you must be very strong to do that work?'. She laughed at my misquote, held her arm out, tensed it and said 'Feel that, strong enough for you?' Her arm muscles were iron-hard and I gave an admiring gasp, 'Wow, I'd love an arm wrestle'. For a moment she didn't reply and I thought I'd blown it, but then she said, 'When the quiz's over come into the Snug Bar, I'm meeting my girl friend for a drink and we won't be disturbed in there'.

          The quiz ended (we came second!) and I let her leave before I casually got up to follow her. As I left a guy at the table gave me a sympathetic look and said, 'If you're Interested In Annie, forget it, she bats for the other team'!

          Somewhat disconcerted I went through to the snug bar - to find Annie and her 'friend', a good-looking, slim blonde, whose name was Angie, in a rather more than friendly embrace. But Annie waved for me to join them, introduced me to Angie, and as I sat down on the other side of the table to them, she said 'Sam fancies his chances against me in an arm wrestle, what do you think?' Angie laughed, 'Hope you haven't got one of those macho male egos, Sam, because you are about to have it destroyed!'

          Annie slipped off her jacket, revealing broad shoulders and tanned arms rippling with silky muscles. Without further ado we put our arms up on the table and as Annie's slim, strong hand locked with mine I saw her bicep swell, straining against the sleeve of her T-shirt. Angie gasped 'Ooh', her eyes went wide and her fingers closed round Annie's massive bicep. 'Oh, Annie, you're so big, can I hold it while you take him down?'. Annie smiled at her 'friend' and said 'Of course you can darling, I know how much you love my muscles.'

          Annie leaned forward and her warm breath played across my face as she looked straight into my eyes. 'Yes, I'll take you down, sweetie', she said softly, 'nice and slow, yeah?' I nodded, realising that she wanted to humiliate me with her power, rather than the quick snatch of professional arm wrestlers. We tensed up, she began to force my arm back and for several seconds I struggled desperately to match her incredible strength. But I managed to bring her to a halt and for several seconds we sat locked in struggle, but slowly I began to bring her arm back up. 'Shit, you're strong' she gasped, and her muscles stood out like steel cables as she fought to overpower me.

          Angie was whimpering with excitement, her fingers caressing Annie's arm as she crooned encouragement. 'Oh, darling you're huge, God you're so hard, take him, take him down!'.

          It was at this stage that I noticed something odd. Angie was cuddled up to Annie, her right hand reaching across and caressing her partner's arm - but where was her left hand? On the seat between them, round her bum at the back ….. or in her lap under the table?

          Angie was breathing In Annie's ear, 'Oh, darling, come on. come on, show me your strength' and Annie groaned, her eyes glazed with effort. 'Oh, Angie, I'm trying but I can't, he's too strong for me'.

          Inch by inch I forced Annie's arm back up to the vertical and she began to writhe and moan, her breath coming in little gasps. Suddenly she gave a low, guttural cry, I felt my arm being driven down by an explosion of power I could not match and as my hand hit the table Annie fell forward, her head In her arms, her whole body shuddering. For a moment I stared In total confusion and said 'Are you OK?', and Angie grinned maliciously and said, 'You bet she's OK'. And as I realised what had been going on, Annie raised her head and said softly, 'Guess we cheated, yeah?' And then she turned to Angie, gave her a kiss and said 'Thank you, darling, that was lovely - Sam can arm wrestle me anytime he wants to!'. And I just grinned and said, 'OK, but next time Angie sits next to me!!'