[Jayne Greye]

She stopped just short of his crumpled figure and gave an account of what she’d done to prepare for this day. Years of daily gym visits before and after work. A punishingly strict diet. Every spare penny spent on supplements. Sleeping on a hard floor in an apartment the size of a closet in the most rundown part of town, her only furniture — a pull-up bar that doubled as a clothes rack. Martial arts classes twice a week.

Without taking her eyes off him, she reached out her long, muscular left arm, causing meaty lats to unfurl on that side. Suddenly her big arm jerked up and back down, crashing into his wash sink, which loudly shattered into a thousand pieces, taking the tap and spout with it and causing the exposed water pipe to spray all over the room. Greg peed himself a little before catching control of his bladder. Michelle calmly reached out again and grasped the pipe with her latex-gloved hand. Calmly she squeezed the heavy cast iron shut. It shrieked in protest before the water slowed to a dribble.

Then, she continued, there was the last 6 months of live MMA practice. That had been particularly exciting. Building upon the martial arts, it had really taught her how to inflict some serious damage. Michelle’s recollections sent shivers down both their spines for entirely different reasons. She spun around in a lightning fast roundhouse kick and shattered the mirror above the sink, splintering the wood of the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and causing its contents to spill all over the floor.

The scene looked like a war zone. Greg stared at the mirror, his mind fixating on it in an effort to process the radically unexpected events of the morning. “Oh sweetie,” cooed Michelle in a gravelly half whisper, “you don’t need to worry about the mirror… you’ve got seven years of bad luck right… here…”. She drew herself up to her full commanding height.

[Jayne Greye]

Lizzy thanked Dr. McFadden for the dance and then told me, “I’ll be back in just a second. The lady needs to go to the bathroom.” she smirked.

My eyes traced her across the floor as she moved toward the facilities. She walked much the same way that Raisa had walked down the streets of London, chest out, hips swaying, legs crossing in front of each other, only she had far more mass. Her athleticism and muscle had given her a supreme air of confidence. With every step, her corded muscles rippled. She oozed sex appeal and she knew it. I assumed that her performance was strictly for me, but I snickered when I saw others take the bait too. Shortly after Archie followed in Lizzy’s direction and I gave him a completely different look.

As I glared at Archie, Dr. McFadden interrupted my trance asking, “You love her don’t you boy.”

I smiled, “I don’t think I’m a boy anymore, but that’s nice of you to call me that. Yes, yes I do.”

“Well I’m happy you’ve found love again. Don’t take that for granted. Nice seeing you Mr. Slone.” He turned abruptly and headed across the gym.

“Thanks, you too Dr. McFadden.”

“James,” he shouted back with a grin on his face.

Lizzy was gone quite a while in the bathroom and I returned to our table for another drink. After she left, I looked around thinking about how the cards had been reshuffled since high school. Years later nobody gives a damn if the cool kids like you anymore. Everyone was bragging about their exploits and trying to make themselves feel good. People are so fake, I thought, and some are literally so. Numerous women had resorted to fake tits and plastic surgery while the men competed to impress people with how much money and power they had incurred. Lizzy’s work, though aided by the serum, wasn’t made with the cut of a plastic surgeon or a purchase on Amazon. Her work was for real. The place was beginning to disgust me and I began to think it might be time to leave, if Lizzy ever returned. Finally, I decided to go get her and see if she was okay.

As I stood, she reemerged from under the curtains. After perceiving the frauds around me, Lizzy somehow seemed even more refreshing and her air of confidence was alluring. I met her at our table with a couple of new drinks. Fuck the fakeness I thought. “God you’re hot,” I exclaimed so others could hear me proclaim my feelings above the roar of the music.

She smiled, “And you’re going to think that even more so after I tell you what just happened with one of your jock friends.”

[Jayne Greye]

Hello everyone. The Stealing Muscle Anthology to benefit charity is now out on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/998146 and Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083D5MFD7

A little more from Built: Chapter 24 below;
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The first dance commenced as I made my way back to Lizzy. Her friend had just departed to dance to the first song, Wonderwall. Speaking loudly over the music I asked her, “How was your trip down memory lane?”

“Really good.” Lizzy responded as joy registered throughout her face. “In fact, I think at some point I might want to go home now. Before talking to Jenny, I never wanted to. Maybe I’ll scare Roy.” she joked.

“I think you should,” I joked only half kiddingly as I led her to the tables where we could have our drinks. It would be fun to watch his ass get kissed I thought. “I can’t believe your mom stayed with him.”

“Me neither. It’s been years since I called so I don’t know for sure if she’s still with him. How was your bromance?” Lizzy giggled.

“Umm fine.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“No, it was fine. Some of the guys just busted my chops, but it was fine.” I was a terrible liar. Why couldn’t I stop saying ‘fine.’

“It was about me, wasn’t it?”

I hedged on whether or not to tell her. I wanted to protect her but the truth won out. “Yah, it was, but it’s okay. Guys just do that. I’m sure some of them are just jealous.” It was more than that, I knew.

“I’m sorry sweetie,” she expressed before she was interrupted.

A balding old man in a black suit, glasses and stooped over and holding a cane came over and spoke loudly over the music. “Are you Mr. Slone?”

I smiled as I recognized my scariest teacher in high school, Dr. McFadden. He had scared the wits out of freshman for years forcing us to take the ‘thirteen fatal steps to the board’ in front of the class to answer a grammar question. I also recalled that he had a ready-made stamp which said ‘rewrite.’ Most all of us saw it applied to our first papers. As scary as he was I loved him and he dramatically improved my writing. I stood immediately and shook his hand. “Dr. McFadden, it’s so good to see you. Um, this is my girlfriend, Lizzy Armstrong.”
He laughed, “I can’t think of a more appropriate name,” he laughed. “How have you been, Mr. Slone? I’m sorry about your wife.”

“Thanks, Sir.”

“Call me James.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that, but thank you.”

“Would you mind if I had a dance with your girlfriend? I’m not as spry as I used to be and I think she may be strong enough to keep me up.” It was clear that he had a thing for muscular women, both in asking to dance and the way that he studied Lizzy’s frame.

“It’s fine with me, but you’ll have to ask her.”

Lizzy stood up and Dr. McFadden took her hand in a grand gesture and asked her, “Miss Armstrong, would you do an old man the kind favor of joining him for a dance.”

Lizzy beamed. “I’d be honored.” She put her arm around him and helped him to the dance floor. They slow danced to Jewel’s You Were Meant for Me and Lizzy was able to almost carry Dr. McFadden. I watched her amazed that despite her size, she remained so feminine in the way she moved and looked. She was elegant and graceful despite holding up her partner. The way she dwarfed him was almost laughable. She was six inches taller than him and he rested his head, happily, on her thunderous shoulder caps. Her curves were boldy accentuated by her muscularity. When she turned away from me, I saw her massive lats even though they were covered; her thickly developed glutes were prominent. A few steps later as they circled each other on the dance floor she’d face me and I’d be treated to the full round caps of her deltoids and thick arms which wrapped around him. Even at rest, her biceps exploded in a thick ball of vascular muscle. Her eyes twinkled and when she smiled and laughed, she just radiated happiness. Others around her still looked at her in awe and perhaps a few in disgust, but I no longer cared. If they didn’t see her magnificence, I told myself, I didn’t care about them anyway.

I walked over as the song ended to get a dance in with Lizzy. Dr. McFadden thanked her and complimented me, “My boy, you have the most amazing woman in the gym. She’s so hard and soft…” His voice trailed off and he momentarily looked embarrassed. I forgave him instantly knowing what muscle could do to a man who was so inclined. With Lizzy, a schmoe would be entirely defenseless. Finally, he recomposed himself into the teacher I remembered from my youth. “Let’s just say you should recognize that you are a lucky man.”

“Oh, I will Dr. McFadden. Thank you. I couldn’t agree with you more. I think it’s time I dance with her and show her how much I appreciate her.”

[Jayne Greye]

I picked up a drink on the way to join the ‘boys.’ It gave me an opportunity to reverse my growing hard on and get composed before I rejoined the team. Upon my arrival smiles flickered across everyone’s lips as the pride invited one of the former lions back into its midst. After a few high fives and some man hugs the conversation steered away from where I thought it might head. I assumed we’d discuss our lives or rekindle the glory days from the past, but the ‘boys’ shepherded the dialogue straight to Lizzy. Ricky volleyed the first sortie, “So who’s the dude you came with?”

“Lizzy is the LADY I’m came with,” I responded trying not to escalate my voice. Ricky’s salvo opened the floodgates and the boys circled me for the kill. Each attack was followed by a chorus of laughter.

“Well, we know who wears the pants in your family.”

“If she can fit them on,” someone finished.

“Hey, I need someone to mop and broom my house, are you available Drew?” I was inclined to get defensive, but I remained mute. Who was I going to convert anyway?

Finally, after a few more volleys I exploded. “Yah, Lizzy lifts and she is damn strong.”

“Stronger than you?” Steve chuckled.

“Stronger than all of us and you’d love what she can do.” The group grew quiet momentarily and I looked over at Lizzy to see if she was faring better than I. She was still engaged in her conversation and seemed blithely unaware of my situation or the fact that so many eyes in the room still followed her. Perhaps she didn’t care. Archie, who I never liked much, wasn’t ready to let the matter lie. He quickly resumed his position as my least favorite teammate. The guy had been a seldom used post, more of a football player who just liked to hack people and coach used him only when he wanted to get physical. Since he rarely played, I figured, he had always said stupid things to get attention. This time was no different.

“I never figured you’d grow up to be a bitch for some she-man, Drew. Did you consider one of those sex change operations too?” His joke was over the top and the laughing momentarily ground to a halt.

Joe, who had always been our underappreciated six man finally stopped the pile on with an innocent question. “You know…um” he stammered, “what’s it like with someone like her?” Some of the others laughed, but this time it died off quickly. They were eager to hear the answer. His questions let me know that Joe was likely a schmoe too. Partly to encourage him to go for it and partly to get the guys off my back I went all out. In all honesty, I really didn’t have to embellish.

“Joe it’s amazing. The things she can do and she’s so flexible too. I know you guys all had things for gymnasts during high school. It’s like that, but better. Way better.” Suddenly it got quiet. When the conversation resumed spouses and significant others were temporarily dropped from the discussion. For a while we discussed some of our greatest games and our coaches. I recalled the half-court shot I’d hit at the end of the first half versus Dominican. We still lost the game by ten, but it was a great memory of the glory days. But the conversation always seemed to circle back to women.

My best friend in high school, George, recalled, “Man, Becky’s still hot. She was a great lay. You should have seen the things she did with me. I swear I was just a little boy and she was a real woman already at 16.”

Frank boasted of his own exploits, “I wish Grace was here. She sure didn’t live up to her name.” Everyone laughed but me. “But check out the bitch hanging out by the booze table. I love how she wore that sweater on top of her dress because it couldn’t hold in those watermelons.”

“Yah, I’d hit that shit and I might be able to if she keeps drinking” Archie joked. Laughter erupted from my former teammates. As the ‘boys’ continued to relive their past I realized how beyond locker room talk I’d become. In fact, it was disturbing. With a daughter and another young girl at home, I formulated an apology to Karen in my head for ever being a part of this culture. It was an assault on their dignity and to the dignity of all women.

But then the attacks resumed on Lizzy, again led by Archie “Seriously dude, she has to do ‘roids. Look at those arms. She must have a dick as big as yours.” I didn’t know if he was fishing for information or just being a jerk, but I was done.

“You know, you guys are welcome to bust my chops about it, but as tough as her exterior may appear, you’d better not say anything to her about it or you’ll have to deal with me. It’s been really great seeing you guys, but I think I need to go join the boss again,” I quipped without any humor. In fact, as well as I thought I’d taken the joking, I was angry.

“Make sure you’re nice to her,” one of them said while another pled, “oh come on Drew, we were just joking.” I returned to the drink table like I was on a mission, grabbed a couple of gin and tonics and rejoined Lizzy.

[Jayne Greye]

Thanks QB. The book is now on Amazon too:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YRWGZ1W

[Jayne Greye]

The book is now live on smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/961428

[Jayne Greye]

I did end up adding sketches. Smashwords ended up censoring some but amazon didn’t.
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/945394
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07T9WNQB6

[Jayne Greye]

By the way Built has a number of sketches in it too. Though I actually make a little profit on smashwords rather than Amazon, I have to say I’m disappointed that smashwords actually censors sketches. What’s next? Anyways, the Amazon version has all the sketches.

[Jayne Greye]

This one http://www.twomovies.xyz/watch_movie/Pearl_2018 Now you have to register with your credit card to a sus organization to stream it

[Jayne Greye]

Btw apparently Julia can act. She was nominated for best actress in the Swiss Film Awards:
https://www.kxan36news.com/female-bodybuilder-as-best-actress-nominated-view

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