Mighty Mite – 6

Mighty Mite – 6

I had serious problems getting out of bed, my shoulders were so sore and for the first time I had a brief moment where I didn't want to see Mite again.  Everytime I go there is a lot of pain involved.  Then, Oh well, no pain, no gain.  I could get buff AND something special might happen aside from that.  But in all reality, Mite was a special package all by herself, I didn't need any more.

I was dragging a bit but I was on her doorstep at 7:50 AM.  The door went sliding up into the wall again.  I've been around a lot of construction and I've never seen a front door like that. 

"Come on in."  I heard from somewhere deep in the interior.  I figured she had some camera and interior door release somewhere. 

"Keep talking" I yelled.  Then I heard the blender and just followed that.  I rounded the corner and boom, big, giant professional kitchen with all the ultra expensive Subzero appliances and then I noticed Mite.  Pretty smile, cute eyes, pony tail, I keep on forgetting to mention her dimples with the smile, then these broad shoulders that made her tiny waist seemed even tinier.  Broad in terms of you don't see these kind of shoulders on someone standing 5' 1".  She wasn't wearing her tent sweater today, she was wearing a MUSCLE shirt althought it was baggy.  She had very nice pecs with a couple of small nipples peeking through if the shirt laid right.  Like I said, more than a fitness competitor, less than a bodybuilder on her legs but her upper body I'm sure were world class for her height category.  This was better than having front row seats at a national FBB contest. 

I said, "Good morning!", VERY enthusiastically (I had forgotten all about how sore I was.)

"And good morning to you", she turned her attention to an oversized blender, she was pouring two very large glasses.  She turned back to me and she was blushing.  "Here you go, you won't be working out for a bit and it digests easily."

Her color was deepening.

I took a big swig while looking at her and she turned towards the counter, I couldn't believe the arms on this tiny little package, they belong on someone about six inches taller or more and they were so DEFINED.

She turned back in the direction of my belly, then she picked her head up and looked at me directly, "I've never let a client see me before."

Then it dawned on me that somehow she was embarrassed about letting me see her figure?!!!  How could she not have massive amounts of self confidence that matched her figure?

"Mite", I said real slowly figuring this was a pivotal moment.  What have you to be embarrassed about? 

Then she got redder and I knew I said the wrong thing although I thought I said something comforting.

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL, I have no TITS!  and she paused and I thought that's the least of your problems.  "Women can't stand men that are bald especially short and bald and men don't like women that are titless and that's that!

Now it seemed like she was getting worked up for violence again and I raised my hands in the air, "Mite, what do your senses tell you about me right now?  (Now I swear I was talking to a teenager here)

"That your very sore, your little finger is bothering you, your sexually excited and that you probably want to have sex with me."

Then I started to color in my face.  God a psychic teenager, "If that's the case then what are you concerned about?"

"The minute I pick up my shirt or you see me naked, you'll be repulsed."

"Mite, I said, "I can practically see everything now, tits aren't everything, in fact you've got everything else and then some!"

Mite came up to me and grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me towards her so that my crotch was buried in her belly button and she looked up at me.  "If you EVER want to hurt me and hurt me bad, just call me titless."  and she was digging in with her fingers, dramatically emphasizing her point. 

"Look I can go home, (this gave her a startled expression), get some tools, come back and we can start knocking down some of these walls and barriers you've built up."

That softened her expression and her grip on my waist considerably.

"If need be, I can rent a front end loader, heck I'll rent a wrecking ball if necessary or get a demo team.  I am not here to hurt you in any way, shape or form.  Aside from the pain, I'm having the time of my life, can't you believe that?"

"Yes", she said meekly.  "But I've got issues and if ever the thought crosses your mind that I need professional help, I can make you pay.", she darted a mean pre-teenager glance at me.

"Mite for Chrissake, you don't need any help from me or anybody else to fix this ISSUE all by yourself, IF YOU WANT.  You've got the mental discipline and willpower to turn yourself into a little superwoman, you can do any damn thing you want.  In fact now that I think about it I wonder if you've USED this issue to build the drive and motivation that the rest of femininity lacks to become a little powerhouse."

She took a small step back, a little smille started to develop, "Not bad for a simple carpenter."

Then some kind of chime went off and before I could say anything, Mite said, "that's your surprise."

"What pizza?"

Her dimple formed as she walked past and I think brushed me intentionally.  She punched a button on a panel that was on the wall behind me and a little tv screen lit up, "Hi Naomi, one moment", she pushed another button and I heard a slight distant rumbling."Come on into the kitchen I have someone new for you to work on."

"Be right there", Naomi said and she disappeared from the view of the camera.

A moment later, Naomi came in with a suitcase and she was a breathtakingly gorgeous Asian woman in slacks, tennis shoes and some kind of shirt, that had two few buttons, buttoned.  God she was stacked, at least double D's that were scrunched together with the appropriate bra and of course jet black shiney hair, maybe 5'6".  The definition in her forearms was formidable I could see the flexors bouncing in the suitcase carrying arm, "Pleased to meet you? she said with a very sweet smile and held out her hand.

"Naomi, I'd like you to meet Guy, he's my latest client and he's going to be needing a lot of deep tissue massage everyday."

I clasped her hand and it was a very firm shake, "This is a surprise indeed, I didn't know I was going to get a massage until right now."

"Well then, your in for a treat.", Naomi said.  "After you", she pointed the way.

"I don't really know where it is."

"Naomi, I'll show him, he'll be right there."

"Okay, I'll go set up and get ready."

Mite handed my unfinished shake, "Drink Up, You like her big tits don't you?"

I rolled my eyes and continued to drink my shake, taking my time finishing, "You've got muscles, she doesn't"

"Oh yes she does, I've trained her."

Good Lord I said to myself, then I said to her, "What do you expect me to do when I'm in the presence of a beautiful woman, throw up and run away?"

"No", almost in a pouting manner.  "Come this way."

I followed Mite down a series of halls and we finally arrived at a room with a massage table, which faced a glass wall with a view of a garden that was illuminated by a series of skylights, it was striking.

"Please take off your shirt, your shorts, shoes and socks,  there is a chair to place them on.  Thankyou Mite, I'll take it from here.  Stand here please."

"I stood where she pointed and she walked around me, checking the landscape I guess.  So she tortured your shoulders, yesterday, yes?"

"What are you an empath too?", I said incredulously

"Empath, what?, No.  I'm a masseuse, the best that money can buy.  Please lay down on the table, face down, you can see where you put your head there.  How do you like training with the Mite, eh?

I started to say something.

"No, no, that is a rhetorical question, I know exactly what its like.  When she is done with you I will have so much more muscle to massage and a lot less fat, you will be a brute.  No one knows how to punish the body like Mite does and still live to tell about it."  She laughed merrily at her own joke.  I get to massage Mite five times a week when she's in town.  She has an absolutely unique physique, it is an honor to massage her pain.  Just relax, the first half hour is going to be very stimulating and sometimes uncomfortable, just bear it, then the last half hour you will be lulled to sleep by my caresses.  Don't fight it, have a nice nap."

"Do you know Mites real name, I said?"

"Oh my no, but even if I did I wouldn't tell you, I signed a confidentiality statement which is pretty explicit.  I won't discuss any personal details about Mite.  I told you she has a spectacular body but that's easy to tell even when she's wearing her, (she searched for a word) baggy clothes.  Just relax now and enjoy.

And that was the last of my conversation with Naomi.  I got flipped, twice and then did just as she said, fell asleep.  Next thing I knew, Mite was there telling me lets go, its time for a snack.  When we got to the kitchen she informed me that I would be eating six meals a day and that she would have them prepared and ready for me to eat at the appropriate times.  Now here I am just getting up from a nap, Mite is laying out a schedule and I'm wondering where all the soreness went. 

"Mite, I said, "In order for me to eat six meals a day here, I'd practically have to be living here."

"That's right, go home tonight grab what clothes, overnight stuff and whatever you need and be back here, by 8:00 AM for your massage."

"Uh, give me a moment here Mite."

"Whats there to think about?"

"I've got to get my house fixed up and sold, how long do you want me to stay here?"

"At the bare minimum through the end of summer of course."  Mite, looked up into the air as if to calculate, "Two and a half months of proper exercise, nutrition and rest should have you in pretty fair shape by the end of summer. Then she looked at me as if there were no other options."

"Mite, I'm not a sponge, I can't afford six special meals, the best masseuse money can buy and a share of the expenses of this huge place."

"Your going to help me train.  Your going to help me take it to the next higher level, I can't put a price on that."  Mite said convincingly.

"Wait a minute, there is a next higher level for you?  I'm sure your already world class, what level are you talking about?"

"Don't be silly Guy, anybody can get bigger, stronger, faster and we're going to do it without cheating too.  Oh, just for your personal information I don't train world class athletes, it would be unfair."

"Unfair?"

"Yeah if I trained them it would be an unfair advantage, plus I have ethics.  If they cheat with drugs I would turn them in and I wouldn't want to be put in that position, nor would their coaches like it that much.  Oh yeah, I've been to the Olympics several times and the labs are pretty good, but they don't catch the half of it."

"Does the Olympic Committee, know about your talents?"

Mite then drew nearer and took her finger and traced my left pectoral, down through my abs and softly outlined my belly button, then looked up at me, "Nobody knows except you and if they do its because they guessed and they would disbelieve themselves anyway."

I wanted to pick her up, squeeze her and start planting kisses all over her right then and there, somehow, I don't know combination of fear, awe, self-control, I just don't know, I stood there and waited for her next move.

"How come you haven't masturbated recently?"

"Good God Mite", I said rather loudly, "Isn't there anything you don't know?"

"Well sexual energy is a surface level thing and its pretty easy to read.  It wanes from various things, old age, disease, usage, and it will recharge depending, but I'm glad you didn't because we need it for the workouts, plus I've got some very natural supplements that we'll be using to augment your energy."

My mouth was hanging open again, or I thought it was, but I'm not sure, speechless again.

"Don't worry, its not Viagara or any crap like that, its completely natural.  I don't compromise on things like that I would hope you know that by now.  By the way I know your affinity for the environment and animals, these are herbs, no strange aphrodisiacs from endangered animals like the Chinese do.  You still haven't answered my question."

"I suppose its because I've been running myself ragged and you've done the same to me and there were actually times when my arms would have been too sore to do it anyway."

"I don't masturbate myself.  I have almost, but not quite built the link between getting the supreme pump and spontaneous orgasm"

I couldn't believe how brutally open she was being and why now?

"Do you want to run that by me again?"

"I have almost gotten to the point where I can workout, and pump my pectorals or certain other muscles with so much blood, get such an incredible pump which feels so intensely good, that it will trigger a vaginal orgasm."  "Which would in turn heighten my pump that much more."

"Did you learn this in the orient?"

"Oh no, they don't have a clue about any of this, they aren't much into building muscles anyway, just erections.  Okay, now we're going to do leg workout, then this afternoon, back"

Tomorrow, I've got another special treat for you, but right now, here are some supplements. 

When I got home, I was wasted.  I could barely walk.  I wanted a beer so bad.  I was getting ready to let go of my tether to the real world and enter hers.  I don't know if she's got multiple personalities, she's bipolar, manic-depressive, SHIT I'm not a mental health professional, I'm just a carpenter with good common sense.  What was I getting myself into?  Frankly, I didn't give a shit, there was never a dull moment with her. 

Just as I was dozing off, I wondered what she meant by several Olympics when she's only 27 and then the thought vanished.