Episode 5                 Becky Polowski Session Wrestler        MUK

 

Becky Polowski came in from work. She picked up the handful of final demand bills on the doormat. Her dad was really ill and her brother wasn’t bringing in enough money to support his gambling let alone the bill paying. She sat down on her bed and began to cry, how the hell was she going to get out of this mess.

Becky decided to put the car up for sale, it was an inconvenience but she had no choice.

Two days after putting on the sale notice, there was a knock on the door. It was Dave Armstrong. The two didn’t get on. She hated his seedy world of skinny men liking to perve over muscle girls. And to top that, she had suspected him of spying on her but had never proved it.

“What the hell do you want?” she said abruptly

“I know you hate me, but I hear you’re in a money mess and I am the guy to help you out” said Dave

“Keep your dirty money” she was about to shut the door

“No, not charity, I think I can put your muscles to god use, I have contacts” he explained.

Becky invited Dave in. He began to look at the photo’s on the wall of her many competition wins.

“Look, say what you have to say and go” demanded Becky

Jeff went on to tell her about the world of session posing and wrestling. Becky was disgusted at the idea, but when he told her the money involved, she agreed to do one or two sessions for his executive customers.

“No sleazy men I swear” he promised.

The two-shook hands and he promised to be in touch soon.

The very next day the phone rang, it was Dave. He had a client ready to book a session with Becky. She was nervous, skeptical and embarrassed but agreed.

10 minutes to go before Malcolm was due to arrive. He was a stockbroker, that’s all she knew. She paced up and down. She glanced at her watch yet again. The veins showed beneath the thick watchband but she wasn’t interested in that, she was nervous as hell.

As the bell rung and she opened the door, she imagined the worst. Actually, a smart looking guy stood there in his suit. He looked a bit like a geek, but normal enough.

“Come in then” she said.

Mal explained that he had done a few sessions before but had moved to the area not knowing any contacts. Becky was honest and told him she was a session virgin. They both felt relaxed as they got changed. Mal wore shorts and t-shirt, Becky wore a swimsuit. Malcolm was shorter and thinner than Becky and she immediately knew she would be far superior to him. Easy money she thought. The idea still didn’t really appeal to her.

“Can I feel your muscles?” asked Mal.

Becky nervously flexed. Mal ran his hands over the stunning biceps. He tried to squeeze them, they were solid, he began to kiss them. Becky was still uncomfortable and backed away.

“Ok, now will you lift me?” asked Mal

Becky put her arm under Mal’s legs and hoisted him in a cradle hold. She began to squat with him in her powerful arms. As she lifted him she noticed a bulge appearing in his pants. Suddenly her disgust at this weak man stopped. She was thrilled that any man was being turned on by her, by her power, by her physique. She began to relax, enjoy it even. The session moved on to light wrestling. This involved Mal allowing himself to be put into holds and trying to break free. Simply looking at the two of them, it was obvious that Becky was much stronger than Mal. Becky got Mal in a headlock on the floor. He wriggled and grabbed hold of her thick forearms but couldn’t get free. Becky then wrapped her giant thighs round his waist. He screamed as she squeezed the life out of him. She then lifted him up. Now she applied a bearhug, lifting him clean off the floor. Mal gave a moan and Becky felt a wetness down below, she had brought him to climax.

“Oh shit, I am sorry Becky” said a timid Malcolm.

“That’s ok”, said Becky, “I am thrilled that my muscles turn you on so much, gives me a kick”

Becky got a pair of shorts from her brothers room and told Mal to clean up. He paid her $250 and left very happy. Becky sat down to reflect on her first session. She should be disgusted with the dirty little man, but she wasn’t, she liked it, she wanted more. She got on the phone to Dave…..