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Lady pretty. Fonk happy.

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This is awesome! ;D

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Wowee! I can't wait for the next few pages. ;D

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I really like that look. ;D

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Dammit, man, stop writing so well! It's making me jealous. 😉

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Hee! Very clever. 8)

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=i0YVz9MaHGM

Bit of Street Fighter II, anyone?

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I finished!

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Claire and Véronique were having a coffee. Claire was slouching in a deep, comfortable chair whilst V was half-lying on a sofa opposite. She held her leg in the air, contracting the muscles of her thigh and stretching her foot.

"Mmmm, it feels so good to be relaxing! It was nice of you to invite me over for a few days…"

"It's been so long…"

"Yes, over four years!"

Whilst she spoke, V was caressing her muscular thigh, clad in white leggings. She wasn't wearing any shoes and the details of her powerful musculature were fully on show.

"You've got a lot stronger in four years!" Claire continued, staring at V's leg. She was mentally comparing it to her own, far less massive and firm.

"Oh, that! Training, supplements… I love sculpting my body; it's a real passion, but what I love the most is the strength I have now… I love this new power, this new way of using my body…"

"Ah? And do guys like it too?"

"Ha ha! Well, I've had a few problems in that area!"

"What do you mean?"

"I've broken a few ribs and a pelvis!"

"No way! A guy's pelvis?"

"Well… he was sweet, but he was a bit puny! I'm sure that my legs weigh more than him!"

"What happened to him?"

"I don't know. I went to visit him in hospital once or twice…" V put her leg back down on the sofa. It was at that moment that Jean came in. The thin boy was clothed in a T-shirt that was too big for him and a pair of old jeans covered in splashes of paint and plaster dust. He was sweating. He leaned towards Claire to kiss her.

"Hi babe!"

"Hi! Have you been working hard?" He stood up again and greeted V with a smile.

"Hi V! How's it going?"

"Good, thanks." As Jean made his way round the low table to sit next to Claire, he knocked a glass onto the floor. It did not break, but rolled over the floor towards the sofa that Véronique was sitting on.

"What a day! I've spent all my time tearing wallpaper off the wall and removing bits of wood. Tomorrow's going to be worse: I've got to take out the old central hearing system and the friend who was going to help me can't come. I'm going to have to do it myself," Claire explained.

"Yes, we bought a new apartment, but it's ancient. We've got to redo everything!"

"Maybe I can help you out," V proposed. Jean smiled at her.

"You know, it's quite physical work!" Claire exploded with laughter.

"My poor Jean! I think Véronique is at least ten times stronger than you!" Jean looked at V's biceps and went bright red.

"Yes, well, we'll see," he stammered.

"Jean, if you've got the energy, we could show V around our apartment now!"

"Er, OK." V stood up.

"Let's go." Having not paid attention earlier, she put her foot on the fallen glass. Jean saw it and although he opened his mouth he didn't have the time to say anything; V had trodden on the glass which broke under her unclad foot. She didn't seem to realise and crushed the shards under her foot. When she lifted her leg, the broken glass had been reduced to powder. Jean's incredulous face made Véronique laugh.

"Well now! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Er… the… the glass…" Jean pointed at the glass powder underneath Véronique's feet.

"Oh, that! That's nothing. I'm used to it now. I walk around barefoot most of the time now, so my feet have had to get a lot harder. I don't think there are many things that can cut them now." Without a second glance behind her, she fell in step with Claire. Jean followed behind the pair. He admired V's butt and thighs, imposing and muscly under the fine leggings. He could even make out her thong.

The new apartment was a few hundred metres away. Jean opened the door with difficulty and they went into the dilapidated, dusty building.

"I'm going to have to knock that wall down to make it a proper hallway…"

V approached the partition wall. She ran her hand gently over the bare plaster, before clenching a fist, which she brought back to waist height. Then she relaxed her arm and with a bang the fist struck the brick wall. The wall shook and a small cloud of dust came off it. V's other fist landed in the same spot. The wall sank a little more. On the third punch, her fist passed through the wall. She punched three or four more times, each time taking more and more bricks off the wall, which piled up around her in a cloud of dust. Once the hole was about sixty centimetres wide, she took a step back to admire her work. Seemingly satisfied, she walked to a point about a metre away and unleashed a roundhouse kick that tore out a large chunk of the wall, which caved in, leaving a hole about a metre wide. V carefully removed her dust-caked foot from the wreckage and kicked back with her opposite leg, which literally exploded a good quarter of the wall. Two more kicks got rid of the rest of the bricks, as if it had been a tower constructed by a child's bricks. In just a few minutes, the wall had been reduced to a pile of rubble. V's feet were covered in red-brick smudges.

"See, it's not so hard!" she said. "And you were right! This leaves you with a much bigger hall; I can really see it now." Claire walked over to V and caressed her butt discreetly, without Jean noticing. He was examining what remained of the wall that V had destroyed in a few moments. He'd figured it would take a good three hours for that job! And now all that was left was a mass of bricks, most of which were cut in half but some were in tiny pieces, probably those that V had hit directly, he reasoned. When he turned back to find the girls, Jean thought he saw Claire holding V's hand. He saw them leave together and followed. Claire was continuing the tour.

"That's where the kitchen is going to be, though we have to take the old sink out…" Claire winked at Véronique. She walked over to the sink and lifted her right leg straight up, parallel to her body, until her foot was above her head. She stayed like that for a moment, finding the perfect balance on her left foot. She caressed her thigh and looked at Claire insistently.

"In your opinion, how many kicks will I need to break it?"

"Mmm… I don't know, your thighs are so powerful. Just one?"

"Well, I would say at least two or three. These old things are very solid; it's the cement," said Jean, who had just caught up with them.

V brought her leg down onto the sink which literally exploded on contact. Pieces of porcelain scattered all over the room. There was almost nothing left after just one kick. The basin had been totally destroyed, though about fifty centimetres of the column remained.

"Voila! Claire won!" Véronique announced cheerfully.

"What do I win?"

"A kiss, maybe?"

Claire didn't reply, but did start to breathe a little more deeply. V completed her destructive work with a couple of kicks to the column, breaking it in half all the way down, and then breaking those pieces with a couple of punches. The girls went off to finish the tour. Claire spoke to Jean.

"Whilst we finish the tour, why don't you, honey, take a broom and clean up the rubble of the sink?" Jean did not reply. He risked looking over at V, who smiled, and the two girls went through to the lounge. Claire was explaining how she wanted the room to look in the apartment of her dreams…

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OK, that's beyond awesome. What word do we have for that?

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I love this story, too. Keep on being awesome! 😉

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