Chapter 11

He was having a little difficulty breathing this morning. More than a little, actually. It was damn hard to get air into his lungs. Not that there was anything wrong with his respiratory system, he didn't have asthma or an allergy or anything like that. Nor was the problem related to the Los Angeles smog, even as bad as it was this morning. No, the problem was the large full breast that had been forced into his mouth. A very large, and very full, breast. Well, as much of it as would fit in his mouth, anyway.

Ordinarily, having a beautiful woman's breast in his mouth wouldn't have been a problem. At least not if it was his wife's breast. But damn it, it wasn't! Not now! And not hers! He was on duty, for chrissakes! He wasn't supposed to be doing this to her. Not this! There was something else he was supposed to be doing.

Paul was a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department, a veteran with over ten years of solid, if not spectacular, service on the force. However, this morning his partner had called in sick. He had been afraid that he would be stuck behind his desk all day, working alone on the paperwork, instead of being out on the streets where he had always felt that he belonged.

But the Captain had brought a job to him even before he had finished his first cup of coffee and his first doughnut. It was a simple job really, just find a young hooker and bring her in for questioning concerning some blackmailing case. He even had the address of the cheap motel where she lived, truly a simple job.

It had turned out to be anything but simple. Oh sure, he found the address without any trouble. The girl, he couldn't quite think of her as a woman, in the pink and white floral print dress who opened the door was the one he was looking for. Simple, so far.

She had invited him in. She was alone. Good, no goddamn asshole pimps to get in the way. Still simple, so far.

He had politely explained the situation to her. She hadn't gotten hysterical or anything like that. He had been afraid of that, so many of these hookers got hysterical. Or even worse, sometimes. Still simple, so far.

The difficulty had come when he had tried to get her to come outside with him. She had flatly refused to come with him. No hysterics or anything. She had just refused to come with him. The usual inducements had absolutely no effect on her. He had then taken her wrist and had tried to force her towards the door. That also had absolutely no effect on her. This was not by the book!

He had continued tugging on her arm. He had realized that he might be risking a case of police brutality. After all, he had a good eight inches and at least eighty pounds on her. But then, hadn't she been resisting a police officer? Hadn't she? He had taken another look at her. She hadn't appeared to be resisting him at all. She had just stood there, running her free hand through her long straight black hair. Her smile had lit up her deep blue eyes, making them appear to glow from within with their own inner light. There had been no sign that she was exerting any sort of effort at all, even though he was pulling at her arm with all of his strength. And all of his weight, which must have been nearly twice hers.

He had briefly considered calling in for backup. But no, damn it, he couldn't do that! If he had to call for backup because he couldn't get one unarmed and unresisting girl out of her motel room, he would become the laughingstock of the department. But damn it, how was he going to get her out of here and down to the station? And how could she be resisting him, without showing the slightest sign of effort? Her arm hadn't even looked to be flexed at all, though he could feel her steely muscles, as he pulled with all of his strength.

She had bent her arm and almost pulled him completely off of his feet. One slender arm had pulled his entire body towards her, and all she was doing was casually putting her hand on her hip.

Then her free arm had closed about his waist. Her grip felt like steel! He had felt himself being lifted up off of the floor. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back on her bed. She was still standing there in the middle of the floor, still smiling at him. This was certainly not by the book!

Instinctively, he had reached for his gun. He had no more than drawn it from his holster when she had sprung to his side and simply twisted the revolver out of his grasp; he had felt the pain in his fingers. She had examined it briefly, turning it over in her hands. But instead of turning it on him as he had feared, she had simply tossed it into a trash can in the far corner of the room. This was definitely not by the book!

She had then quickly ripped off all of his clothes, as his struggles seemed to have no effect on her. And he had been worried about police brutality? If anything, it was the police who was being brutalized here. Definitely not by the book!

She had then held him pinned to the bed with one hand while she used her other hand to slip out of her dress. He had been so surprised at the ease with which she had overpowered him, without even using his gun, that he had hardly noticed that she had been wearing nothing under that dress, no bra and no panties.

"Let me go!" he had all but screamed at her. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you supposed to 'Serve and Protect' me?" she had smiled at him. "I don't think I need your 'protection', but I want you to 'serve' me. And serve me you shall."

He had tried to struggle, but her one hand seemed to have more strength in it than his entire body did. Then as he had continued to struggle, she had leaned over him and rubbed her large full breasts across his face. Instinctively, his hands had come up to try to protect his face. Instead, his hands had closed about those breasts. He had been surprised to feel just how firm they were, much firmer than any he had ever felt before. She then had forced one of her large hard nipples into his mouth. She had followed that by trying to force as much of her breast into his mouth as she could. Thinking that she meant to smother him, he had tried to push her away. That had not relieved the pressure one little bit. But after a while she had adjusted his head, maneuvering his face so that his nose was somewhat clear. At least now he could get some air into his tortured lungs. As he refilled his aching lungs he also smelled her perfume, which reminded him of wildflowers and honey.

Now, as his brain received more oxygen, he realized that he was actually on top of the girl. He hadn't even noticed as she rolled them over. She had one arm around his head while her other hand stroked his cheek. "Suckle!" she whispered to him.

He tried to push himself off of her. He was surprised to find that he couldn't. Yet, her hand continued to stroke his face. Was she holding him that tightly with just her other hand? "Suckle!" she said, the tone of her voice much harder than before. To emphasize her command, she pressed his head even harder against her breast.

He realized that he had no choice in the matter. He began to suckle. The pressure eased slightly, and he even thought that he heard the girl moan a bit. But when he tried to push himself off of her again, he discovered that he still could not. Even though she wasn't holding him as tightly as before, he simply did not seem to have the strength to break her embrace.

Finally she released him from her hold. She moved him up to face her, then she crushed his lips against hers. Still kissing him, she rolled him over onto his back. Then she broke the kiss, as her mouth traveled across his chin and down his neck to his chest. As she brushed her hair out of her face, some of it fell across his face. He again noticed the wildflowers and honey scent.

All of a sudden, he knew that he couldn't bring her in to the station. He had to have her, here and now! There was nothing more important in his life than for him to express his love for this girl. This beautiful girl, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

He then discovered that she was indeed no girl, but truly a woman, as she expertly proceeded to use his body to pleasure hers. Not that she denied him any share in the pleasure, far from it. Against his better judgment he felt himself responding to her, in ways he had never responded before, not even to his wife of ten years.

He realized that this was the girl, no the woman, of his dreams. The woman he had been searching for his entire life. He had to have her! Nothing else in the world mattered to him any more. Only the girl and his undying love for her. All he wanted to do with the rest of his life was to make love to this girl. No, what he wanted to do the rest of his life was to please this girl.

But she left no doubt in his mind that he was merely responding to her. She was calling all the shots; she was doing the driving and he was merely along for the ride. But what a ride!

He found that there was nothing he could do to stop her hands from going where she wanted them to go, nothing he could do to stop her mouth from going where she wanted it to go. Not that he particularly minded where her hands and mouth were going. There was also nothing he could do to stop her from putting his hands where she wanted them, nothing he could do to stop her from putting his mouth where she wanted it. Not that he particularly minded where his hands and mouth were going, either. Oh, those hard solid muscles under her silky smooth skin.

He spent the rest of the morning making wild passionate love to this girl. Or rather, she had forced him to make wild passionate love to her. There was not a thing he could do to affect what happened between them. She did what she wanted to do, whether he wanted her to or not.

Koren and three other young women, all Betas, had been assigned to start what the locals called a 'prostitution ring'. At first she had thought that it was a good operational assignment. Stars, this could be great fun! Imagine, the Terran men actually paid you to do what you wanted to do anyway! But the reality did not meet up to expectations. These Terran men were only interested in their own pleasure and didn't care one whit about hers. Just like Arion men. And they were so soft, so weak! Even softer and weaker than the Beta boys back in school had been.

That was a problem she was all too familiar with. Ever since puberty when she had started manifesting some of the Prime characteristics that she had inherited from her father, whoever he was, she had been so much stronger than any of the other Betas in her school. Even Korek couldn't match her strength; he was less than twice as strong as the norm. Even then she wasn't strong enough to be classified legally as a Prime, that would have required several times the strength she did have. She didn't have the physique of a Prime either, she was no larger than typical for a Beta, in fact she was quite a bit shorter than average, though her breasts were now a bit on the large side for her height. She had gone through most of her life being called 'Noren Koren'. She hated that nickname, she hated being called 'Little Koren'. She had especially hated being called that by her teachers. Almost as much as she hated being called that by the boys. Korek was the only boy who didn't call her that. And she had quickly gotten tired of always hearing "What a cute little girl!" and such from her mother's friends and other adults.

She had finally had a growth spurt shortly after her Prime characteristics had started manifesting. But not enough, it still hadn't brought her up to average height. Now it was "What a pretty little girl!" It was as if the Stars were playing a cruel joke on her, giving her some of the Prime strength but only in an undersized Beta package. And the nickname had stuck. It was far too easy, the rhyme too natural. Even strangers would 'invent' that nickname within minutes of meeting her. It just wasn't fair! Korek was bigger than the average for a Beta, why wasn't she?

She was so much stronger than the average Beta. Why couldn't she at least be as tall as one? It wasn't like she wanted to be the tallest Beta girl around. She just didn't want to be so short!

Fortunately for her, her family had moved off of Aria and its gold core to another planet shortly before her manifestations, or she and her mother might never have noticed her Prime characteristics. Moving had meant a new school and new friends. But it had also meant hearing all of the short jokes all over again.

Even though her father was a Prime, she did not know who he was. She had never met him, and her mother had only met him once. A group of Warriors Prime had met and raped a group of young Beta women. One of the women had died from the experience. Koren's mother had been the only one of the group to conceive. The doctors had been surprised, since it was almost unheard of for a Beta woman to bear a Prime's child.

Alas, she was still legally classified as a Beta. A beautiful young Beta woman who was more than twelve times as strong as the young Beta men around her, but still just a Beta. She couldn't even train with the other Primes.

It wasn't that it was forbidden for a Beta to train with Primes. But even with her part Prime strength she couldn't even budge a weight that a full Prime girl half her age could lift effortlessly. Thus she had had to resort to training with other Betas, hiding her Prime attributes.

She and Korek had been the only part Primes, not only in their school but in the entire colony. She though that this was one of the reasons that they had been picked for this assignment; they were two of the youngest people aboard the ship on the way to this planet.

After all, there were very few viable crosses between Primes and Betas. Beta eggs seldom survived the attentions of Prime sperm. And of course there was no way Beta sperm could ever fertilize a Prime egg. And a Prime woman almost never took a Beta man for her pleasure, though she had read that it happened more frequently out on some of the colonies where the Prime women outnumbered their men.

Even though she was the youngest member of the team, the others looked to her for leadership. Even the nominal team leader, the oldest, followed her. At least when things came to shove. After all, they were Arions, and Arions always respected and honored strength and power.

She gradually realized that she was getting more and more enjoyment out of these fragile Terran men, soft and weak as they were. She continued to exult in the power she had over men. Especially over these soft weak Terran men. She was also learning to hold back her strength, learning how to let them please her. Or at least she was learning how to use them to please her.

She wasn't the only one, though she did have more to learn than the others did. All of the girls had to learn how to hold themselves back in order to avoid seriously injuring, or even killing, their customers. Killing their customers would not lead to a lot of repeat business for the girls. Fortunately they had learned that at the training camp first, before coming to here to Southern California.

They had spent three months at that camp, getting accustomed to the lighter gravity and correspondingly thinner air of the planet. They had also learned the language and customs, through both hypno-teaching and watching the local broadcasts on the primitive native systems. At least one of the languages, used by the majority of the people on the northern part of the second largest landmass, a language named for some strange reason after a small island on the other side of the world, a language called English. They also read the local publications called newspapers. Imagine, these primitives still communicated supposedly timely information by depositing pigment on vegetable fibers. Then the stuff had to be thrown away the next day when the information was no longer relevant and a new batch had to be produced. At least the broadcast systems didn't generate this kind of garbage.

And the clothes! These Terrans wore so much of it! Did they dislike their appearance so much that they had to cover themselves up? Though later she had come to appreciate some of the other benefits of clothes; some places on this planet got much colder than anyplace on Aria ever did.

The food at the camp had been better too, the native food, actually grown instead of reprocessed as the food on board the ship had been. Though some of the stuff did take some getting used to. But that too had been a part of their training.

They had also learned how fragile these Terrans truly were. Among other things, the camp held prisoners acquired in some of the other groundside operations. Terran prisoners. Male Terran prisoners.

Those prisoners served two primary purposes, both of them related to the girl's training. Some of the bigger, tougher, men were used to hone the girls' fighting skills. Each of the men had been promised that if he could defeat just one girl in hand-to-hand combat even once, he would then be given his unconditional freedom. Koren's group had not allowed one single man his release. Though one of the girls on one of the other teams had had a close call, she nearly had an arm broken by one of the Terran men. But she had been able to knock him unconscious, delivering a powerful blow to the man's head with her other arm.

She had really enjoyed this part of her training. It had been great fun! Even though some of these men were bigger than the average Beta, they were so much weaker than the boys she had wrestled with in school were. Each of the girls soon was able to fight two, or even three, of the men. Not just fight them, but defeat them easily. With her part Prime heritage, Koren had been able to fight and defeat as many as ten of the men at once. She had really enjoyed the power she had over men, their strength and speed being no match for hers.

Naturally, some of these men had wanted nothing to do with their captors. But that hadn't been a major problem. Just hit a man lightly in the face or the gut a few times and then throw him around the arena a bit, and he would be willing to fight, if only for his own survival. It had always amused Koren to see one of the girls entering the arena with a big struggling man tucked under her arm. It always amused her to enter the arena with a man under each arm.

The second purpose these prisoners served was almost the direct opposite of the first. Instead of teaching the girls violence, they were used to teach the girls gentleness. These men were used to teach the girls how not to hurt Terran men during their most intimate and passionate activities. Koren had also really enjoyed this part of her training. It had been really great fun!

Though somewhat surprisingly, some of these men had also refused to cooperate with their captors. That hadn't been a major problem, either. It merely gave the girls a chance to hone their seduction skills, using their pheromones and their overpowering sexuality. And if that didn't work, they could always fall back on their overpowering strength. The girls learned how to rape a man, using various pressure points to get a man aroused even against his will. Even drugged or unconscious men could be aroused and used. She had really enjoyed the power she had over men, their capacities no match for hers.

Koren had only killed three men at that camp, two fighting and one fucking, though she had injured a few more doing both. She had not felt very good after the killings. They were the first people she had ever killed. Even though they had only been soft and weak Terrans, she still thought that they were people. And those three men had done nothing to her personally.

She had also been punished for the killings. The objectives of the exercises was to do what needed to be done, either fighting or fucking, getting what she wanted from a man, without killing him. After all, a dead man wasn't worth anything. The killing was supposed to be left for the combat soldiers.

But afterwards one of the instructors had privately complimented her on one of her kills, telling her that he had never seen a Beta kill so efficiently, with such strength and quickness. Almost like a Prime.

And the strength and quickness did have their uses once they had graduated from the camp. None of their customers had ever refused to pay. At least not after they were asked for the second time, after some 'persuasion'. And the muggers and the drunks had quickly learned to not mess with this particular group of girls.

Though sometimes, she still wished that she was a little taller. It wasn't that she wanted to be huge, like some kind of monster. She had seen some amusing movies that showed some huge women. Those obviously had been faked, using the special effects that this place called Hollywood was known for.

Still, it might be fun to be that big. Being that big, combined with her Arion strength, she could do just about anything. Stars, not even a Velorian would be able to stand up to her then!

But she had come to realize that she wasn't as little as she had once thought that she was. These Terrans tended to be no bigger than Betas, but there was much more variability in size. She was far from being the smallest girl around. Sure, she was far from being the tallest either; there were plenty of taller women here. But height didn't seem to make as much of a difference among Terrans as it did among Arions. Even among Betas.

Sure, the other girls on the team were now all statuesque beauties. But Koren could hold her own with them, here among the Terrans, especially when she wore those shoes with the high heels. Enough men were intimidated by the taller women to keep her busy. Stars, Koren was having great fun!

The team had been quite successful. Their reputation spread quickly by word of mouth. They quickly built up a regular clientele of men who wanted physical and athletic sex with strong athletic women. That was something these girls could provide plenty of. Though none of the men would ever have guessed that the girls were holding themselves back so much while engaging in the most physical sex the men had ever encountered.

Then one day one of the girls had reported that a woman had approached her for some physical sex. She had explained that she had heard about the tall black-haired girl who specialized in very physical sex from a male coworker of hers. After some thought she had accepted the trick. That event had produced quite a stir among the other girls. That had been the main topic during their team meeting that day, which had lasted hours longer than usual as the girl had described the previous night's activities in great detail. They had heard and read about such things here, but this was the first time any of them had actually encountered it. Under Arion law, sex between two women was a crime punishable by immediate death.

Over the ensuing weeks each of the girls had opportunities with other women. It had been an interesting, and enjoyable, experience for all of them. It was an interesting, and quite pleasing, change from the usual. Women just instinctively knew more about pleasing another woman than a man did.

At this, they were also quite successful, as they had learned fast. Their reputation grew even more. They became even more successful.

In fact they were successful enough to come to the attention of the gang that heretofore had controlled prostitution in this area. The leader decided to send eight of his boys to 'persuade' the new girls to either seek a new line of work or else to come join their ring. They had decided to 'hit' all of the girls on the same night so that they would be unable to warn each other. After all, eight tough gang members should be able to handle four girls, no matter how athletic they might be. There had been no trouble finding eager and willing volunteers for this little job. They piled into two vans, including the one with the bad muffler, and drove off to the motel where they knew that the girls were based.

Everyone knew that one of the vans had needed a new muffler for months; everyone in the gang leader's house heard it as it came up the driveway later that night. Since everyone knew who it was, no one bothered to take a look outside. As a result no one in the house saw the four people get out and unload the vans.

Four young, scantily clad women, unloading eight unconscious men from the back of the vans. Each of the women tucked a man under each arm and headed towards the front door.

When the doorbell rang, the leader sent one of his men to open it and let the boys back in. When the man opened the door, the leader was surprised to see a young woman, hardly more than a girl, dressed in a red halter and a very short black skirt, instead of one of his boys. She pushed her way in, simply brushing the big man out of her way. Three other women, also dressed in halters and short skirts, followed her. He might have enjoyed the scene, except for the fact that each of the girls was carrying an unconscious gang member under each arm. The girls walked in as casually as if they were merely carrying in the day's groceries and dumped their cargoes on the floor, making an untidy pile of bodies and limbs and heads in the middle of the living room.

After further 'negotiations', which had left two of his men with broken arms and another with a broken leg, an understanding had been reached. In return for his paying the girls a share of the gross proceeds, the girls would 'allow' him to continue to operate his own prostitution ring. The girls would not interfere with any of his other businesses. Naturally, there were no formal contracts to be drawn up and signed, the leader's hand was incapable of holding a pen. Just a little side effect from his own private 'negotiations' with the girl's leader. The young girl, who had been the first one in the door, the one whom the other girls called Koren.

Oh, but those girls were something else! So young, so beautiful, and yet so strong! They had taken care of his men as if they were no more than a litter of kittens. And that Koren! She had been the most incredible of them all!

That gang had never been a major threat to their operation. In fact the girls had been anticipating it, even waiting eagerly for their opportunity. It had merely provided another means of income for the team. The major threat had come months later, after a prominent local businessman had been sent some photographs showing him in bed with Koren. Increasingly, the girls had been targeting wealthy and influential men, men who could then be 'persuaded' to trade money or political favors to keep their clandestine liaisons quiet. And some women. But instead of quietly paying the blackmail as all of the others had done, this one had gone straight to the Los Angeles police.

Bill and his partner Joe had been assigned to bring in this girl, who called herself Koren, for questioning concerning a blackmail case. Paul was supposed to have brought her in yesterday for questioning. However, he had returned at the end of the day, after having changed clothes for some reason, reporting that he had been unable to find her. That had been strange, they knew that she operated out of a cheap motel room and seldom went anywhere, and if Paul couldn't find her, why hadn't he radioed in?

She was also a suspected prostitute, but that was a lost cause. For every girl they took off the streets there were two more ready to take her place. Hollywood just drew too many aspiring actresses. Many of them went home disappointed, but many stayed, hoping eventually to be 'discovered' by a Hollywood director or a producer. There just were too many girls who thought that she was the next Norma Jean.

Of course some of the girls did it to support a drug habit. But that was a different story. Right now they were focused on a girl who had threatened to expose a businessman's affair to his wife if he did not pay up.

Bill knocked on the door of a cheap motel room. A young woman opened the door. The two detectives identified themselves. She did not seem very surprised to see the detectives as she allowed them in. "Hmm," Bill thought to himself, "maybe we're not the first detectives to pay her a visit recently. Maybe Paul had been here after all."

As she seated herself in a chair the two men sat on the bed. Bill was stunned by the girl's beauty. The pictures he had seen hadn't done her justice. She looked to be about seventeen, if even that, her straight black hair framing a pretty face containing the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen, eyes that seemed to glow with their own inner light. Neither the simple white tee shirt nor the tight blue jeans hid any of the sexy curves of her beautiful body. He could see her nipples trying to poke their way through her shirt. He couldn't see any signs of straps. So she apparently wasn't wearing a bra. But then how was she keeping her breasts so high? Was she THAT firm? He was completely at a loss for words.

The sound of Joe's voice brought him back down to earth, even if they did nothing to bring those breasts down. When Joe explained that while she was not under arrest they had come to take her downtown for some questioning, she did not seem too reluctant. As she stood up and approached them they started to rise to their feet. But as Bill stood up a pair of handcuffs fell out of his jacket pocket. Her reaction was instantaneous. At least Bill thought that it must have been, he didn't even see her move. One moment, he was standing there with Joe on his right and the girl in front of them. The next moment, he was flat on his back on the bed, Joe was lying beside him, and the girl had a quizzical look on her face, studying the handcuffs in her hand.

Koren had read about these crude restraints the Terrans sometimes used. She had even seen them used on some of the programs on the primitive two-dimensional imaging systems called television. But she had never actually seen one with her own eyes; she had never actually held one in her own hands.

She quickly realized that they were purely mechanical, just simple pieces of metal to bind the wrists, with no force fields or other dampening systems. She also realized that the metal was the ordinary soft Terran steel. Not the slightest hint of gold. While they might just be able to hold an ordinary Beta, she didn't think that they could hold her. They certainly wouldn't hold a full Prime! But they would certainly hold these two Terrans.

The two men who would amuse her today as the other one had the day before. That one policeman yesterday had been good fun. He had been one of the few dark-skinned men she had actually experienced, the Arion society tended to keep the dark-skinned and light-skinned Betas separated. The contrast between her light skin and his dark skin had been quite exciting. He had been quite well endowed, for a Terran man at least. Though he had been just as soft as any other Terran man.

She had also enjoyed the feel of the short curly hair on his head, as she had held his head with one hand and rubbed his face across her crotch. And she had really enjoyed rubbing his head against her breasts.

She hoped that the two men today would provide her with some more really great fun.

Bill thought that he saw her smile as she discovered how the mechanism worked. Then in a flash she was kneeling between them, cuffing his right wrist to Joe's left. She then stood up and looked down at them, a triumphant smile on her face.

As Koren began stripping them of their clothes she discovered that she had made a minor little tactical error. Nothing too serious, though. With their wrists cuffed together she couldn't get their shirts off of them! Oh well, she quickly solved that minor little problem by ripping the sleeves apart.

Making sure that the hidden cameras were rolling, she began to amuse herself with their bodies. With two of them today, she should be able to amuse herself longer than she had been able to do with just that one police detective the day before.

It was really great fun! Finally, shortly before sunset she let them go. She went into the bathroom, deliberately doing a sloppy job of tying them down to the bed with the strips of their clothes. She was careful to keep their guns and the handcuff keys with her. She crouched by the door, listening. Unlike a full Prime, she could not see through the door. But she could still hear them. She heard them still gasping for breath. She heard them whispering to each other. She heard their footsteps and the clinking of the chains on the handcuffs as they headed for the door. She heard the door open and then close. Then she heard nothing. She waited another thirty seconds before she went back out into the bedroom. They were gone, having taken the remains of their clothes with them. She also noticed that they had taken one of the sheets off of the bed. She hoped for their sakes that it wouldn't take them too long to get rid of the handcuffs.

She checked her cameras. She then got a briefcase out from under the bed. Putting it on the table she opened it up, revealing its contents, a contraption something similar to a laptop computer. But the keyboard had way too many keys. And they were marked in a strange script. She sat there, viewing the pictures on the monitor. The resolution on the monitor would have put the best desktop CAD workstation to shame; the images were amazingly life-like and three-dimensional. The clarity and smoothness of the motion were much better than that of any of the laser-disc players available at the superstore down the street. Occasionally a piece of paper would slide silently out of a slot on the side, bearing a color photograph of the image on the screen. Not just color printouts, these were truly of photographic quality. These photographs she placed in a large envelope, writing the names she had copied from their IDs on the outside. She called for a cab, paying the driver to take the envelope to the police station. After checking in with the other girls she then sent a message to the ship, reporting the two police visits and her responses, requesting further instructions.

She wondered whether they would send three or four men the next day. But she didn't wonder for too long, she still had work to do that night.

Bill and Joe returned to the station that evening, having used the spare key in the car to remove the cuffs. They had also gone to their homes first, to get some fresh clothes to replace the torn and ripped ones they had on. When they returned to their desks, Bill found a large envelope on his desk, addressed to the both of them. Calling Joe over to his desk, he opened the seal and took out some pieces of strangely textured paper, unlike any paper he had ever felt before. Turning them over, he was surprised to see some color photographs, also unlike any photos he had ever seen before. They were so life-like, almost three-dimensional in their realism.

He heard Joe curse under his breath as he looked over his shoulder at the photos. Damn! That bitch must have had some fancy photographic equipment hidden away in there somewhere. He hadn't thought that there was enough light in that dingy motel room to get pictures of this quality. And she sure had worked fast!

To say that the photos were 'compromising' would be a gross understatement. They showed the two of them making wild passionate love to the girl. There was no sign of the cuffs visible in any of the photos. Even though what the girl had done to them was rape, straight and simple, it certainly didn't look that way in the photos. Her hands looked like they were lightly caressing their backs, yet Bill would have sworn that she had been holding him tighter than he had ever been held. Even when he had been wrestling competitively in college, he had never felt holds so tight. Yet the photos showed the two of them as the aggressors, making love to the beautiful young girl. A possibly under-age girl at that, though she sure hadn't acted as if she was under-age. But then, her line of work would have given her a little experience. More than a little, at that. The photos certainly didn't show her resenting their attentions.

The two of them quickly agreed that there was only one thing they could do. They went to the Captain's office and knocked on the door. When they were allowed in, they closed the door behind them and requested to be taken off of the blackmail case.

"What the hell is going on here?" roared the Captain. "All I wanted was for someone to bring in one little hooker for questioning. First Paul says that he couldn't find her, and requests to be taken off of the case." Bill and Joe exchanged quick looks at the mention of Paul's request. This was the first that they had heard of it. "Now you two don't bring her in either, and then you want to be taken off of the case too. What the hell is going on?" Getting up, the Captain went to the door. "You two come with me. We're going to have a talk with Paul and get this mess straightened out once and for all." With that he opened the door and stalked out towards Paul's desk.

Paul was just hanging up the phone when the Captain arrived. "Okay, Paul, what's this about you wanting off of this blackmail case? What's the problem, the little hooker's your kid sister or something?"

Paul looked around at the three of them, turning bright red with embarrassment as he did so. That was actually quite an accomplishment, since Paul's face was normally black. "Captain, I told you this morning that it's for personal reasons. Please don't ask me any more than that."

"Well, I'm asking, Paul. What's it all about?"

Getting even redder, he opened a desk drawer and removed an envelope. Both Bill and Joe recognized the envelope immediately. Well, not the envelope itself, but they had just seen one exactly like it, with the same handwriting used on the front.

Joe spoke up first. "Captain, I think we should discuss this in your office. Bill, you wanna go get our envelope?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, Joe. Meet you back in your office, Captain." Bill went and retrieved the envelope from his desk drawer and was back in the Captain's office in less than thirty seconds. Just in time to see some additional photos on the same strangely textured paper. Photos that showed Paul with the same girl, Koren.

In over twenty years on the force the Captain had never seen anything like this. As he listened to three of his best detectives, he realized that he had never heard anything like this, either.

Three of his men had been assigned to bring in a young woman, apparently only seventeen or so. Instead, they came back without the girl, but instead with photographs showing them making mad passionate love to her. Though to hear them tell it, the girl had been raping them. But they agreed that she was alone and unarmed. And she had not given them anything to eat or drink, so they had not been drugged.

How could one girl have done that to them? To two men at once? These were all veteran cops, all three of them had been with him for at least five years. They were all married men, not sex-crazy teenagers that would fall head-over-heels at the mere sight of a girl's naked tits.

He took another look through the photos. Hmm, there wasn't a note suggesting that she intended to file rape charges against them. In fact some of the pictures showed her definitely responding to the man, or to the men, as the case may be. It certainly didn't look like the men had forced themselves on her. But he also found it hard to believe their stories either, that she had forced herself on them. There was nothing in the photos to suggest that the men weren't voluntarily, even eagerly, making love to her. What the hell was going on here?

One thing he knew for sure. He was going to have to be VERY careful with this case, and with this girl. Ever since the department's reputation had been sullied by the Rodney King incident, the media had been on them like a wet blanket. And that OJ circus certainly hadn't helped matters any. And if the media vultures ever got their claws on these photos showing three of his best detectives going after a suspected hooker! They certainly weren't 'going after' her in the accepted police way.

Damn! He just might have to drop this case as it stood. He had never backed down before, but he just might have to do just that. He didn't want to jeopardize the careers of these three men. Nor could he jeopardize the reputation of the entire LAPD.

His worst fears were realized the next day when the Captain received a telephone call from a city councilman, strongly 'suggesting' that he drop the case against Koren and the other girls.

The Captain had no way to know that the councilman also had received a similar envelope, containing photographs showing him in a 'compromising' situation with a young dark-haired woman. This woman appeared a few years older than Koren, but she could easily have been an older sister. A note accompanying the photos had 'suggested' that it would be best for everyone involved if the police were to ease up the pressure on the woman and her friends.

As Bill went home that night he thought about the girl. She had appeared so young, but she had acted anything but. She had known things about his body that his wife didn't. Hell, she had known more about his body than he himself did! She had wrung more pleasure out of his body than he had thought possible.

As he continued to think about Koren, he realized that he had indeed wanted to make love to her. There was something special about her, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Though he certainly had enjoyed putting his fingers on her. And the rest of his hands on her skin. And the rest of his body on her body. Oh that beautiful sexy body! That silky smooth skin over her incredible muscles! Her athleticism and raw strength! Her intoxicating scent of wildflowers and honey! He had never felt quite that way about his wife. And she had been his high school sweetheart, a cheerleader both in high school and in college, beautiful and sexy in her own right. But he knew that any comparison between them would be no contest, even if his wife was still eighteen.

His wife was away for the week, having taken their two kids to visit the kids' grandparents, so at least he wouldn't have to face her. Not just yet. He spent the rest of the night thinking and dreaming about the beautiful young woman. The beautiful young woman he had wanted to spend the rest of his life pleasing.

It had been totally unplanned, but Koren and the other girls had effectively eliminated any possible police interference with their operations. Much better than any plan they could have conceived. And certainly much better than if Koren had taken the easy route and simply killed the three detectives who had come to visit her. That would only have increased the police pressure instead of eliminating it completely. They were now able to set their sights higher.

Koren moved out of that motel and established herself in a suite at a downtown hotel. Not only was the hotel popular with traveling businessmen visiting Los Angeles, but also it was popular with the local businessmen looking to hold some additional after-hour 'conferences' with 'outside consultants'.

The other girls had also moved to better, and more lucrative, locations around Los Angeles. That meant that they didn't see each other as much, but they could still keep in touch with their communications equipment. And they did get together once a week, each of the girls taking her turn hosting the group meetings.

This hotel was also a lot closer to the beach. The beach! Having been born on Aria, and grown up on a nearby dry world, she had never seen anything like the beach before. She loved going to the beach during the day. She loved looking at all the tanned men down there. She also loved being looked at by all the tanned men down there.

Though some of the men were bold enough to do more than just look at her. She enjoyed jogging along the beach, though she had to be careful to keep her speed down to Terran levels. After all, sometimes she enjoyed the company of the men who ran with her. She also enjoyed seeing the looks on their faces when, as they tired and slowed down, she would pick up the pace.

She had even had a visit from her brother once, when he'd gotten a two-day pass. She'd taken him down to the beach, since he had never seen one before, either.

Among other amenities, the hotel had an indoor pool. And the hotel also had a fully equipped gym, with steam rooms and whirlpools as well. Even though the weights were intended for Terrans, and hence couldn't give her a real good workout, the gym was still a big improvement over that dirty and greasy truck axle in the alley behind the motel. The axle had been a little too heavy for the other girls, but one night she had found a lighter weight for them. Even though it was a dark alley, they still had to be careful not to let the other people see them pumping too much iron.

Thomas had been promoted to assistant manager less than a year earlier. Assistant manager of 'his' hotel! So far he had carried out his duties almost flawlessly. He hadn't encountered a problem he couldn't handle. A free breakfast at the hotel restaurant usually took care of even the crankiest guest. But now, he had a problem on his hands. A really tough problem. He didn't think that any number of breakfasts was going to take care of this problem.

There was a new permanent resident at the hotel, Koren, a young woman. Actually, she was more like a girl, she couldn't be over eighteen. A beautiful girl. A lady of the evening. Anybody could see what she was doing here. Anybody except the manager, that is. The old man absolutely doted on her, treating her as if she was his favorite granddaughter.

It was obvious what she did for a living. Almost every night he saw her going up to her suite, on the arm of a man. Never the same man two nights in a row. Utterly disgraceful. Though he had sometimes thought that it wouldn't be quite as disgraceful if she went up on his arm now and then, the girl definitely was a stunner.

Thomas knew that he couldn't simply kick her out. She had paid for three months in advance, in cash. And he couldn't simply report her to the police; the hotel's reputation would suffer, as would its business. He would just have to find some other way to convince her to leave 'his' hotel.

Yet, every time he had tried to talk with her about her 'business' at the hotel, she had simply laughed in his face. She had mocked his attempts to get her to leave the hotel. His attempts to get her to invite him up to her suite had met with even more derision, bordering on scorn.

Tonight, as usual, he was headed for the gym. Since his last job responsibility for the night was to lock up the gym, he liked to get a workout in after shooing any late guests out of there. He had just locked the door so that nobody else could get in, when he noticed that he wasn't alone. There in the corner, with her back to him, was a woman. She seemed to be meditating or doing some yoga or something like that. With that black hair, maybe she was an Oriental. That might explain the yoga. He cleared his throat and spoke up, "Ma'am, I'm sorry but you'll have to leave. I have to lock up for the night."

The woman stretched and stood up, muscles rippling along her legs and body as she did so. He noticed that she was wearing nothing but a black sports bra and matching black running shorts. Not the usual clothes for yoga, but this was Los Angeles after all. He also noticed that she definitely had a good figure. A very good figure. Not quite fashion model slim, but she looked quite fit in an athletic way. God, she was beautiful!

When she turned around to face him, he started as he recognized her. This was no Oriental woman. Good, this would give him another chance to try to get rid of her. Or maybe something else, after all, wasn't that what she did for a living? Neither of his two conflicting emotions won out as they merged together. "Koren! What are you doing down here at this time of the night? Shouldn't you be up in your suite, on your back, as usual?" With me on top, he wanted to add.

Koren was doing some meditation after a light workout in the hotel gym when the assistant manager came in. "Koren! What are you doing down here at this time of the night? Shouldn't you be up in you suite, on your back, as usual?" he taunted her.

That was the final straw. Enough was enough. Koren would take no more crap from this jerk. He had been alternately trying to get into her bed and trying to get her to leave this place almost from the first day she had been here.

She walked over to stand in front of him. "Now look here." She couldn't remember his name so she glanced down at the plastic name badge on his chest. Ah yes, Thomas. She also recalled the common diminutive form of the name. "Tommy, what I do in my suite is my business, not yours. You certainly have no business in my suite. And I like doing it in this hotel. I like this hotel. Well, I like most of it. I don't like you, Tommy."

That got him even madder. "Don't call me that! My name is Thomas!" No one called him Tommy except for his mother, God rest her soul.

"I don't think so, Tommy. I don't think you're man enough to be called Thomas. Are you, Tommy?" She poked him with a finger in his chest.

That tore it! He wasn't going to take any more shit from this bitch. It didn't matter that she was a woman. It didn't matter that she was a guest. He wasn't going to take that kind of shit from anyone. He raised a hand and grasped her wrist, intending to twist her arm behind her back. He was very surprised when he couldn't budge her arm one single inch. He brought up his other hand. It didn't make any difference, her arm still didn't move, her finger was still on his chest.

"Oh, what's the matter, Tommy? I thought you wanted me out of this hotel. You want to hold hands now?" She shook off his hands. She then grasped his hands in hers and spread her arms out to her sides, taking his arms with her, smiling at him.

He immediately realized that she was challenging him to a test of strength. Hah! He would show her! After all, he was at least six inches taller and outweighed her by at least sixty pounds. She was crazy if she thought that she stood a chance against him. She might have been using some yoga trick to keep him from moving her hand, but in a test of pure strength he was sure that he would win, and win easily. He began pushing with his arms. He was again surprised, as he failed to move her arms back at all.

"Any time you're ready to start, Tommy," said the girl with a wicked smile on her face that almost made her look feral.

He doubled his efforts. That managed to double the results, the double of no movement was still no movement.

Her smile widened as she began pushing against his arms. Despite all of his efforts his arms were being forced back. He took a step back to allow him to lean into the effort. She continued to push him back, taking a step forward every time he stepped back.

Soon he could retreat no further as his back hit the wall. "What's the matter, Tommy?" she taunted. She then started forcing his arms down, until he was down on his knees, with his back still against the wall. She then took another step forward. All he could see was the front of her black running shorts. She took another step forward, pressing her crotch into his face. He tried again to push her away. "What's the matter, Tommy? Isn't this what you wanted?"

She continued to taunt him as she rubbed her crotch against his face. He thought that she was going to break his nose, she was pressing so hard. Then he realized what she was doing, as he felt the dampness through her shorts. She was trying to get herself off, using his face. He continued to try to push her away, but his efforts seemed to have no effect on her. He felt her shuddering with the beginnings of her orgasm as he passed out from the pain and the lack of air.

He slowly regained consciousness. It took him a moment before he remembered that he was in the hotel gym. It took him another moment to remember what he had been doing here. Looking around, he saw Koren on one of the stationary bikes, pedaling as if she was casually riding through a park. God, those legs! He was mesmerized by those pumping legs. They certainly flexed in some very interesting ways.

He realized that she was talking to him. He forced himself to concentrate on her words instead of her legs. "I asked, is there something that you wanted to talk to me about, Tommy?"

He rose to his feet and walked towards her. "Yes there is. First of all, my name is Thomas, not Tommy. Second, nobody does that to me here in my hotel. Not even a paid-up guest."

She sprang lightly from the bike, landing in front of him, her legs barely flexing to cushion her landing. "Is that so, Tommy? What don't I do to you here?" She started to reach for his hands again. He quickly backed away from her as she laughed. "Don't worry, I won't do that again. After all, I'm here in the gym and I want a workout." She flexed an arm. God, what muscles! "You weren't much of a challenge, Tommy." She turned and walked away towards the weight bench.

He looked at the weight on the rack. There were three fifty-pound disks on each end of the twenty-pound bar. That added up to three hundred and twenty pounds! Curiosity got the better of him. "You're not going to bench press that weight, are you?" He knew that he couldn't bench press that much weight. Surely the girl couldn't.

She turned and smiled at him. "Of course not, Tommy. I'm not going to bench press that weight." She quickly took off the end caps. Much to his surprise, instead of taking off some of the weight disks, she added two fifty-pound disks on each end.

"Are you crazy? That's over five hundred pounds! You're not going to bench press that much weight!"

She put the end caps back on, tightening them with her fingers. "Well, that's all that will fit on here, Tommy. But you're right, I'm not going to bench press this weight."

Instead of lying down on the bench, she surprised him again as she stood up and grasped the bar. He gasped as she flexed her arms, smoothly curling the weight up to her chest. He couldn't believe the muscles that appeared on her arms and her chest. God, they were huge! They were straining the elastic fabric of her sports bra. He thought that they wouldn't stretch any more.

He was right. As she continued pumping, her chest muscles expanded even further, pushing her magnificent breast even further out from her body. With a loud RIP the sports bra tore apart. A shrug of her shoulders and the remains fell to the floor at her feet. But he didn't see them fall, the shrug had a definitely distracting effect as it started some very interesting motions on the front of her chest.

He felt himself losing his control. He barely kept enough control to keep himself from shooting his wad into his pants. He wanted nothing more than to feel those muscles, to feel that body against his. As he walked towards her, she smiled at him. "So, what do you think, Tommy?" He reached forward and put his hands on one of her arms. She continued to curl the weight as he tried, and failed, to get his hands around her arm. Her bicep felt rock-hard, like warm marble, under her smooth-as-silk skin. "Do you like it, Tommy?"

He was shaking with excitement. "Oh yes, Koren. I like it. I never knew that you were like this."

"Would you like to feel more?" she invited, smiling up at him.

"Oh yes, Koren." He took his hands off of her arm and began to feel her body. He began with her abs. Then he worked his way up to her pecs, and then, after a very brief hesitation, to her large full breasts. Oh, they were so firm!

He was surprised when he felt something on his back, slowly pushing him down and forward. As his face approached those breasts he realized that she had gotten a hand behind his back. But she was curling over five hundred pounds! Then he realized that the bar was still moving. She was curling over five hundred pounds with just one arm! Her other arm was pressing his face into her breasts and the large nipples at their centers.

But he only got a brief opportunity to suckle at one of those large nipples. She continued to force his head down until again it was at her crotch. He realized that he was completely helpless against her. If she could curl five hundred pounds with one arm, her other arm could do as it damn well pleased with his body. She rubbed his face against her crotch, while continuing to curl the weight with her other arm.

As she climaxed again, he also realized that he would do anything for her. He didn't want her to leave the hotel. No, not ever! He wanted her here always. He would do anything to keep her here.

This time, she let him go before he lost consciousness. Lightly setting the weight back on the rack, she stepped back. "Oh, Tommy," she pointed with a foot to the scraps of her sports bra on the floor. "I think that you should tidy up a bit before you lock up for the night." Grabbing a towel from a rack, she draped it around her neck and headed for the door. Opening the door, she turned around and smiled at him. "Oh, and Tommy, please see to it that room service sends breakfast up to my room in the morning. Eight o'clock would be fine. Pancakes would be okay. With strawberries. And a pitcher of orange juice. You can arrange that for me, can't you, Tommy?"

"Y-y-yes, of c-c-course, Koren." Just breakfast, Koren? How about lunch? Dinner? With champagne and roses? How about an assistant hotel manager?

"Thank you, Tommy." With that, she turned and headed out the door.

Still in a daze, he collected the scraps of cloth and put them in the trash. He took a few deep breaths to try to clear his head. Now that she was gone, he could think more clearly. After all, she had definitely been a distraction. Especially topless like she had been. No, she definitely wasn't topless, she certainly had plenty topside, she just hadn't been wearing anything above her waist. Not that she had been wearing much below her waist, either.

Damn! She was just a hooker! How could he have these feelings for a hooker? Had he actually promised to send breakfast up to her room? Well, that was one more complimentary breakfast off of his account. Yet, just a few moments ago, he had been ready to do anything for her. Damn, he had been ready to do anything for a damn hooker! What had come over him?

He checked on everything in the gym. As he was making his rounds, he noticed that the handlebars on one of the stationary bikes looked slightly bent. He realized that it was the bike that she had been on when he had regained consciousness. That bitch! If she had damaged the equipment she was going to have to pay for it, guest or not. He got on the bike and tried to pedal. He found that he couldn't. Damn! Had she broken the flywheel or something? Looking down at the bike, he realized that the resistance was at its maximum setting. Turning the knob, he finally got it loosened enough so that he could begin to move the pedals. She had actually been pedaling the bike at the maximum setting? Just how strong was she? Were those legs as strong as her arms?

He went back to the bench. He tried to lift the bar. It wouldn't move. He lay down on the bench and scooted under the bar. He reached up to grasp the bar and took some deep breaths. He again tried to lift the bar. As much as he strained against it, he could not lift the weight. Damn! She had curled with one arm a weight that he couldn't even bench press? Just how strong was she?

After that light workout in the gym, Koren was ready for some action. Some real action. Unfortunately, she had no action lined up for tonight, that state senator had canceled his appointment due to some emergency. Oh well, maybe she could find someone else to finish what that jerk Tommy had started. Even if it wasn't going to be a paying customer.

Tonight, it wouldn't be business; it would be personal. This one would be for her, not for the Empire.

He was not in a good mood. He had come all the way across the country from New York to Los Angeles for this? Three days of meetings taking care of things that the branch manager should have been able to take care of by himself? There was no good reason why he had to come out here from the head office. And to top it off, his regular hotel had been booked solid for some damn convention; he had never stayed at this hotel before.

And tonight! He had begun to think that they meant for him to work through the night. After having dinner sent in, they had continued the meetings for another three hours. Fortunately they had been able to wrap everything up. Well, at least they had finished; he had all of tomorrow off. He might go down to the beach. He didn't have to catch his flight until the morning after, so he had the whole day to himself.

He got into the elevator, put his briefcase down by his feet, removed his jacket, and loosened his tie. As he was riding up to his floor, the elevator stopped and a pretty young woman got in. He did a double take, and then tried not to stare. At least not to stare too hard. She had on a pair of black running shorts and a white towel. And apparently nothing else on. The towel was draped around her neck, with the dangling ends barely covering her breasts. He didn't think that she was wearing anything under that towel. It might be fun to find out. But then he would have to deal with her boyfriend, or husband, or something like that. However, his mood started improving, just from looking at her.

She did not push a button for a floor. Instead, she looked at the light showing his floor and smiled.

As the elevator resumed its journey he continued studying the young woman out of the corners of his eyes. She really didn't look that old, maybe seventeen or eighteen. Maybe he wouldn't have to worry about a husband. Instead, he might have to worry about a father. He knew that if he had a daughter who looked like that, he wouldn't let her out of his sight. And certainly not dressed like that. The towel certainly wasn't keeping much of this girl out of his sight. Quite a nice figure. Damn nice figure! Bright blue eyes, straight black hair slightly tousled as if she had just been working out. Of course, dressed as she was, or rather, undressed as she was, she did look like she had just come from the gym or the pool.

When the elevator stopped at his floor, he hung back to see if she was going out. She smiled at him and gestured for him to go first. He smiled back at her and picked up his briefcase. He walked out into the corridor and turned right, heading for his room. He noticed that she was following him. When he stopped at his room she continued on down the corridor. He fumbled with the card key a bit, he was more interested in watching the girl as she swayed and bounced down the corridor, finally stopping two rooms away.

He finally got the card key inserted into the slot by the door, thinking about inserting a different 'key' into a different 'slot'. As he stepped through the door into his room, he saw and felt something fly by his head, settling around his shoulders. Then he was pulled back and spun around. With surprise, he saw that it was the girl from the elevator. She had swung her towel around his shoulders and pulled him back with that. He also saw that he had been right earlier, she definitely was not wearing anything under that towel.

"Well, aren't you going to be a gentleman and invite a lady inside?" she asked him, smiling sweetly at him.

This was more than he had hoped for. "Huh? Yeah, sure, come on in," he managed to get out, while not taking his eyes off of her uncovered breasts. God, they were nice!

Apparently that was all the invitation she needed. The next thing he knew, he was on his back on the bed with the girl on top of him, her luscious lips just inches from his, his briefcase still in his hand. As she lowered her lips to his, he felt her hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Since he couldn't quite exactly do the same to her, his hands quickly found her large full breasts as his briefcase fell unheeded to the floor. Oh, they were so firm! He really did not notice as she quickly unbelted him and removed his slacks.

He definitely didn't think that the girl was worrying about her husband or father or any such thing. He certainly wasn't. All of his attention was on the incredibly sexy young body in his arms. As she skillfully brought him to his climax, he realized somewhat guiltily that he hadn't actually done anything. She had done all of the work. She had apparently taken him to the bed, undressed him, removed her own clothes, not that she had much work to do there, and then mounted him and brought him to his climax. He didn't think that she minded too much as her body shook with her own orgasms.

Still, he felt a little guilty about it. He wanted to do something for her. No, he wanted to make love to her, not just have her make love to him. He rolled her off of him and followed, finding a mouthful of breast. There was much more than a mouthful there, but that was all that would fit into his mouth. As he fondled and suckled he felt her arms around him, holding him very tightly.

He slid one hand lower down, stroking her silken thighs. He felt her flexing her legs. God, what muscles! She must really be into jogging or bicycling or something like that, to have legs like this. He continued to stroke her thighs. When he tried to open her legs, he found that he was unable to part those athletic legs. He looked at her face to see that she was smiling at him. He tried again.

He found that her arms were apparently as strong as her legs were. With one arm, she rolled him back onto his back. She did it casually, with no signs of strain, as if she was simply arranging a blanket. She then mounted him and took him again.

She leaned forward, grasping the wooden headboard for balance, offering those superb breasts to him. He was too much of a gentleman to refuse her gift. He lifted his head to kiss and suckle her offering. He hardly noticed the strange splintering noise behind his head as their bodies shook with their orgasms.

He wondered why she had to all but rape him. A girl with a body like hers shouldn't have any problems finding willing and eager men. She shouldn't have to practically force herself on a man in a hotel. She should be fighting them off instead.

Unless there was a jealous husband or an over-protective father involved after all.

He didn't get much time to dwell on that thought, as she took him again and again, finally leaving him exhausted.

He awoke in the morning, alone. The disarray of the bed told him that something had happened during the night. The condition of his body told him what that something had been. He winced as he got up.

Hot damn! If that had been part of the hotel's regular service for business travelers, he was going to have to stay here more often.

After showering and shaving, and noting the bruises on his body, he returned to the bed. He noticed that the wooden headboard was in a shambles, the inch-thick wood completely broken. He vaguely remembered the strange splintering sound that he had heard last night. Had she done that? Had he been that good, to have caused her to do that? That had been one passionate young woman.

Damn! He realized that he was going to have to pay for the damage out of his own pocket. There was no way he could explain putting that on his expense report. Not if he didn't want word of it getting to his wife. But damn, she had been well worth it! That had been one passionate young woman.

Leaving his drained and sleeping body, Koren went back to her suite, first putting her shorts back on and draping the towel across her upper body. She needn't have bothered, she saw no one else and no one else saw her. Of course, the fact that she took the stairs up the seven floors, taking four steps with each bounding stride of her gorgeous legs as she ran at over forty miles per hour, may have had something to do with that.

Well, the night hadn't been a total waste. Tommy shouldn't be bothering her so much now, and the man she had found in the elevator had been more than adequate entertainment. For a soft and weak Terran man, at least. Even if he had been a little too old for her tastes.

She felt a little guilty about having destroyed that headboard. But, she realized, it could have been much worse. It could been his fragile Terran male body in her powerful arms when she climaxed. That would have caused a real mess. That would have completely ruined her mood. That would have completely ruined her night. She had been more careful after that, and he had lasted quite a bit longer after that as a result of her care and gentleness.

She almost failed to get up in the morning. But she was awake, even if not up, when there was a knock at her door. Who would be coming at this hour? She rolled over to face the door. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Room service," came the reply from the other side of the door.

Room service? Breakfast! Of course! Tommy was supposed to send breakfast up to her this morning. "Coming." She quickly got up, and wrapping a robe around her body, went to open the door. She opened the door to find a cart with her breakfast tray on it. The appetizer standing behind the cart looked even better.

This morning, like on many previous mornings, he was thinking to himself that he really needed to find a better job. Working the morning shift as a waiter allowed him to pick up some money while allowing him the time to attend classes at UCLA. But it wasn't a lot of money. The tips helped, as did the free food. But still, he should be able to find a job that paid more. Being closer to campus wouldn't hurt either.

This morning, he was delivering a breakfast to a suite occupied by a permanent resident. He had never been up to this part of the hotel before. And since the breakfast was with the manager's compliments, he probably wouldn't be receiving a tip. The permanent residents tended to be a stingy lot. And if the food was free, why should they bother to tip the person who brought it up?

He knocked on the door. "Who is it?" he heard a woman's sleepy voice. They always asked that, even when they knew that it was something that they had just ordered.

"Room service," he answered automatically.

"Coming," he heard the same female voice, quite a bit sweeter this time. Within seconds the door opened, revealing a beautiful young woman wrapped in a pink bathrobe. Well, she was mostly wrapped in a pink bathrobe. Much of her was not wrapped in that pink bathrobe. She was showing quite a bit of finely tanned skin, and it was skin well worth showing. Well, it was certainly well worth looking at, from his point of view.

"Here's your breakfast, with the manager's compliments," he said, wheeling the cart into the suite without taking his eyes off of her uncovered cleavage.

"Thank you. Wait and I'll get you your tip."

"It's included with the manager's compliments," he said, hoping against hope that she would tip him something anyway. Every dollar helped with tuition.

"Oh thank you. But in that case let me give you a tip the manager can't." She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him to her, giving him a big wet kiss right on the lips.

This wasn't proper behavior! If the management ever caught him taking advantage of a guest, he knew that his job wouldn't be worth a plugged nickel. He tried to push her away. He was surprised to find that he couldn't.

As she continued to press his lips against hers with crushing force, he discovered that he didn't want to push her away. Mmm, not even his girlfriend had ever kissed him like that. He didn't want this kiss to ever end. Not unless it was going to lead to something else. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.

Unfortunately, that was when she broke his two-armed embrace, pushing him away with her free hand. "Oops, I don't want my breakfast to get cold. Thank you for bringing it up to me." She adjusted her robe to cover up a breast that had popped free. But not before he had gotten a tantalizing glimpse of it. She then carried the tray over to her table and sat down to eat.

Damn! She had just been teasing him. "Um, you're welcome." He wheeled the cart away and out the door. Once back out on the corridor he headed for the elevator, feeling his lips with his fingers. That had been some kiss. He felt as if his lips had been completely crushed. Yet that had felt so good! Yes, that had been some kiss.

As he was returning to the kitchen, he decided that he had just gotten the best tip he had ever received. Even if she had been just teasing him. Being teased by her had felt better than being laid by most other girls. Well, better than the two he had actually laid. He hoped that he would get a chance to deliver more meals to her. Much more. Who knows, maybe she might go beyond just teasing.

Later that day, Koren saw the assistant manager behind the front desk. When he had finished talking with the last guest, she went up to the desk. "Thanks for the breakfast, Tommy. I think that for tomorrow I'd like ham and eggs."

No way! Was she expecting him to feed her all of her meals? What next, free rent? "Now wait one minute, Koren. I can't keep feeding you breakfast."

"Oh really, Tommy? That could be a problem." She leaned forward, letting him get a good look down the front of her dress. She then pushed up the sleeve of her dress and flexed an arm, producing the biggest bicep he had ever seen. Even bigger than on the UCLA football players that had their annual banquet here every year. The banquet this year was only two weeks away, in fact, when spring training was over. "After all, I need food so I can exercise and keep my muscles in shape. You wouldn't want me to get all flabby, would you, Tommy?"

He remembered what she had done to him the night before with those same muscles. His face was still sore from that encounter. He knew that there was not a thing he could do about it. How in the world could you argue with a bicep like that? How could he argue with a bicep that could curl over five hundred pounds? He picked up a pen and wrote on his notepad. "All right, Koren. Ham and eggs. With orange juice? Would eight o'clock be fine?"

She smiled at him and flexed her arm again, before relaxing and pushing the sleeve back down. She loved fresh orange juice. After the men, that was just about the nicest thing about this planet. Maybe even better than the men. They had nothing like that on the ship, all of the food there was reprocessed. "Yes, with a pitcher of orange juice. But make it eight-thirty, I'll sleep in a bit tomorrow. I have to work tonight. Thank you, Tommy." She saw him wince at the use, or rather misuse, of his name. Still smiling, she turned and walked away. After all, she still had her shopping to do that day, before going to work in the evening.

As she shopped that day for new dresses, she was also thinking about that same annual spring banquet that Thomas had been thinking about. There had been placards in the hotel lobby for the past week advertising the fund-raising event.

She really didn't understand football. She had seen practices at high school and college campuses around the city. It was a game played by two opposing teams. The game did involve a ball, but didn't really seem to involve using a foot. Other than normal running and jumping, and throwing of the ball, there were only occasional kicks. She did understand that one of the things that often happened in football was for one man to try to carry the ball down the field while the members of the other team tried to stop him.

She thought that it might be fun to try doing that sometime. Running or maybe just walking down the field while about a dozen big men tried to stop her. If any of them did manage to stop her, she just might have to reward him. Yes, a reward. That would be great fun!

Though she couldn't appreciate the game, she did appreciate the players. Some of them had physiques rivaling those of Primes. At least the physiques of relaxed Primes.

At first she had thought that the players were even bigger than they actually were. Much to her disappointment, she had discovered that football players wore big shoulder pads under their uniforms, along with pads on other parts of their bodies. It was those shoulder pads that had made them seem to have such broad muscular bodies. Not that they were bad without the pads, the average football player was definitely bigger and better muscled than the average Terran man. But she still had been disappointed to discover the real truth under the jerseys.

The evening also was a complete disappointment. But this was one she had expected. He was an ambitious young lawyer; many expected him to make a run for the US Senate the next year. She had been cultivating him for a few weeks now, collecting a few pictures but not letting him know about them. Not yet. No, it would be well worth the wait if they could blackmail an incumbent US Senator.

No, it would be worth it to the Empire. It certainly was not worth it to her. She hated the evenings she had to spend with this man, having to pretend that his old and soft feeble body was actually pleasuring hers. Fortunately his abilities were matched by his stamina, after an hour or so he would get up and go home. Home to his wife and three small children. Koren almost felt sympathy for the poor woman. Almost.

Koren was glad she had delayed her breakfast by half an hour; her breakfast was the only tray on the cart. She was even gladder that it was the same cute waiter who brought it. After that lawyer she could use a younger man. Even if he was merely a fragile Terran man, at least he was a younger fragile Terran man. And when she had tested him the previous morning, his response to her kiss had certainly been adequate. This was going to be great fun!

He was delivering a second complimentary breakfast from the assistant manager to that pretty permanent resident. He'd never known anybody to get two freebies. Certainly not in a row, and certainly not delivered. "Maybe she and Thomas have something going," he thought, though he knew it was against hotel policy for the staff to fraternize with the guests. But Thomas was the assistant manager. Maybe rank does have its privileges. "I know that I wouldn't mind fraternizing with her," he thought as he pushed the cart out of the service elevator onto her floor. He wondered whether he would get another tip like the one she had given him the previous morning.

This morning when he knocked on her door she was waiting for him, dressed in the same pink bathrobe. Well, she was mostly dressed in the bathrobe, just like she had been the previous morning. As he wheeled the cart into her suite she kicked the door closed behind him. But she did not take him into her arms for a kiss this morning. Instead she reached a hand over the cart and grabbed the front of his shirt. Whirling around, she tossed him onto the bed.

Huh? She had done what? Had she really just picked him up off of his feet and tossed him across the room? With one hand? Nah, it must have been his mind playing some tricks on him after having spent most of the night studying for that accounting exam he had this afternoon.

He sure hoped that his mind wasn't playing any tricks on him now. She had quickly stripped off his white waiter's uniform. It had taken her longer to remove her own clothes. That had been quite a show since all she had on had been that bathrobe, and it hadn't been all on her to start with. And she definitely moved her body in some very interesting ways as she did so.

He definitely hoped that his mind wasn't playing any tricks on him now. Her kiss this morning was even better than yesterday. And that had just been the start. Things got even better after that!

Though that afternoon he totally failed that accounting exam. His mind had been on a different set of figures altogether. Or rather on one figure in particular. A figure that had started out in a pink bathrobe that morning.

That had been just what she needed, a little morning exercise before breakfast. That had been great fun! As she ate her cold ham and eggs and savored the warm orange juice, she thought about what she was going to do today. Then she knew what she was going to do. Ah yes, that would be great fun!

Finishing the last of the orange juice, she showered and dressed. She put on a tiny red bikini. Over that she put on a pink tee shirt and a pair of jeans. She put a towel and an extra set of clothes into a gym bag. Putting on a pair of sneakers she headed for the elevator.

After sparing them one quick smile, she ignored the three Asian businessmen who got on a floor below her and then spent the entire trip down staring at her. The waiter and the breakfast he had brought had taken the edge off of her appetites, at least for now. Getting out of the elevator, she walked quickly across the lobby and caught the shuttle bus for the beach.

When she got to the beach she took off her sneakers, tee shirt, and jeans. Putting them all into her gym bag, she put the bag into a storage locker. She tied the key onto one of the straps of her bikini bottom. She then walked onto the cool sand. She knew that it would get warmer as the day went on and the sun rose higher into the sky.

There weren't too many people down on the beach yet this morning. She knew that this would also change as the day went on. Even though the crowd was sparse, she turned more than a few heads as she walked down to the water's edge. Or perhaps it was because the crowd was so sparse; she was the most beautiful woman there. And her tiny red bikini showed off plenty of her body and her tanned skin.

She appreciated the looks she was getting from the men there. And a few from the women. She knew that she could have some great fun with one, or more, of the men, and women, there. But the appetizer before breakfast had taken some of the edge off of her. She wasn't quite in the mood just yet. Though it could be great fun, she knew that the Terrans weren't open enough about sex to do it on the beach with the other people watching.

So after doing some stretching exercises, which drew more stares, she plunged into the cool water. Oh, it was so refreshing! She set out to swim along the beach. The people who had been watching her until she disappeared into the water would have been surprised to know that even though she was taking it rather easy, her long powerful strokes were propelling her along the water at a pace that an Olympic swimmer would have found impossible to match.

After about a mile she emerged from the water and waded back onto the beach. She realized that she had gone in the opposite direction from that which she usually took when jogging. Oh well, she might as well explore this end of the beach, especially since there were so few people around. She began jogging at a nice easy pace, her shapely legs eating up the sand at a pace just slightly slower than a top marathoner's pace. She really enjoyed jogging. It let her use some of her strength, without being too obvious about it. It also gave her freedom. Freedom from having to deal with other people. Even a little freedom from the Empire, at least for a few minutes she was alone. She was just Koren, not Little Koren, and not a member of the Arion invasion force. At times like this it was a little hard to believe that there actually was a war going on.

As he got to the beach for his morning run he saw the beautiful black-haired girl in the red bikini jogging alone along the water's edge. Ah, just his type of girl. As one of the star distance runners for the USC track team, he liked girls who ran. Though he probably would have liked her even if she didn't run, a girl with a body like that didn't come by every day, even here on the beach in LA.

He angled over to her and ran alongside her. He was surprised to discover that he had to run almost at full speed just to keep up with her. And she didn't even seem to be exerting herself, just jogging easily along. He tried to talk to her, to at least get her name and her phone number, but discovered that he couldn't get enough air to talk while running.

She turned her head and looked at him as she heard the sounds he did manage to make. She looked him over once, smiled, and then picked up the pace. He found himself sprinting just to stay with her. She then turned her head again, smiled again, and picked up the pace again. He found himself running faster than he ever had, yet she was steadily pulling away from him.

He finally stopped, bending over with his hands on his knees, panting to get his breath back. As he looked up at her, she was continuing to run, still showing no signs of exertion, those shapely legs moving her along much faster than he had ever seen anybody run.

She continued on at the new pace. After a few miles the beach narrowed as the trees came down almost to the water's edge. Apparently this was not a popular area, she saw nobody here. A great place for a good run. She continued jogging, picking up the pace to about forty miles per hour. After about ten minutes the trees began to recede as the beach widened again. This was an area she had never been to before.

Just as she emerged from the trees she saw three men. She stopped and went back into the trees to watch. They certainly seemed to be worth watching; they were large muscular men. There was some weight equipment on the beach, and the men were working out with them. Since they were only wearing swimming trunks, it was definitely a show worth watching.

It always amused her to see the Terran bodybuilders work out. They were so proud of their bodies and their muscles, as they worked out with weights that wouldn't even strain a teenage Beta girl. Let alone a part Prime like her.

Two of the men were very large, much larger even than the average Beta, and very muscular. The third looked younger, and was not as large, maybe about Korek's size. He wasn't as big or as muscular as the others, but she thought that he was the cutest of the bunch.

As she continued to watch, she strained her hearing to try to hear what they were saying to each other, thinking that they were encouraging each other. What she heard instead surprised her. The two bigger men were ridiculing the smaller man. They were making fun of his efforts as he valiantly strained against his weights. She could see that he was being humiliated, but he never said a word. He just continued to work out, bearing the taunts in stony silence. But she could tell from the look on his face that he did not like it.

His silence seemed to anger the others. One of them walked up to him. Taking the bar from him, he began to press it over his head, showing him how effortless it was for a 'real man' to lift that weight. When the smaller man tried to take the bar back, the other big man pushed him down onto the sand and then began pushing his face into the soft sand.

That was enough! Koren couldn't bear to see the cute guy being mistreated any more. These big guys weren't being very nice. So what if they were stronger? Even between them they couldn't hope to match her strength! Let's see if they were as brave against her!

He usually enjoyed working out here on the beach, ever since the city Parks department had established this little Muscle Beach the previous summer. Especially in the mornings, when it wasn't so crowded. He was definitely making some progress. Maybe next year he could start competing in some of the local amateur bodybuilding contests.

Unfortunately, this morning, those two bullies were also here. They were the largest and strongest of the bodybuilders here, and they knew it. They also enjoyed making sure that everybody else here at Muscle Beach knew it too. That was the worst part. It wasn't enough that they always took the top prizes at the bodybuilding contests. They enjoyed making fun of the others.

He was used to their taunting. After all, he'd only been doing this for a year or so, he knew that his body and strength were as of yet no match for theirs. This morning, however, it went beyond mere words. As he was straining to press a weight over his head, one of them took the bar from him. He then pressed it over his head effortlessly. When he tried to take the weight back, the other pushed him down to the sand on his back. As he tried to get back up, he was pushed down again, this time onto his face. He then felt his face being pushed further into the sand.

"Okay guys. You've had your fun. Let him go." That was a new voice, one he hadn't heard before. It almost sounded feminine.

The pressure on the back of his head eased. He struggled up to his knees to see what was going on. Brushing the sand from his eyes he saw a beautiful young girl with long black hair, wearing a tiny red bikini. He also saw that the two big bullies were also looking at her.

"Who the fuck asked you?" one of them said, as the other said, "Oh no, babe. I think the fun's just starting." With that, he started walking towards her. His buddy quickly joined him.

What she did next really surprised him. He expected her to show some fear as the two big men, each of them a full foot taller and easily twice her weight, walked towards her. Instead, she simply smiled. She reached up, got her hands behind their heads, and pulled the two men forward and down. She then took a step forward, wrapped an arm around each man's waist, and picked both of them up off of the sand. She then stood there, holding a man under each arm and slowly but rhythmically banging their butts together.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing! Between them the two men probably weighed about five times what she did, yet she was handling them as if they were no more than kittens, with no visible signs of strain at all. They were struggling and kicking, beating on her back with their huge fists, and she didn't even seem to notice! God, she was so fucking strong! And so fucking beautiful!

She then said, "I think I need to teach you two guys a little lesson in manners." She dropped one man onto the sand, while at the same time bringing a knee up into his stomach, knocking the breath out of him. As he fell face down onto the sand, she turned and sat down on his back. She then slammed the other man face down across the first man's butt. She then pulled down the trunks of the top man and started to spank his bare butt! The impacts of her open hand against his bare flesh sounded almost like pistol shots. He howled with each blow and thrashed about wildly, struggling to escape his punishment, but she simply held him down with her other hand in the middle of his broad back as she calmly continued to spank him. Soon he was crying like a baby and begging for her to stop.

She finally did, telling him, "Now it's your friend's turn." Grabbing him by an arm and a leg, she lifted him off of the bottom man and slammed him down, still crying, onto the sand next to him. She then sat down on his back, reached over and grabbed the second man by his arm and leg, and slammed him down onto the first man's butt. She calmly pulled down his trunks and proceeded to spank him as hard as she had the first man until they both were crying uncontrollably like babies.

As she spanked these two men Koren was careful not to use too much of her strength, she didn't want to crush their fragile Terran masculine bodies. She just hit them hard enough to let them know that they were being punished. She wondered how long it had been since their parents had used this archaic form of punishment on them.

She also realized that she was beginning to get aroused. Using her strength like this on men usually did that for her. She loved the power she had over men. Especially when they were as big and muscular as these two, even if they were only Terrans. Though she also realized that these two men probably would not be too inclined to give her much pleasure now, not of that kind, not that that would matter very much to her. But they were not in a condition to give her much more pleasure.

But there was that other one, the cute one. She could see him out of the corners of her eyes. He was still kneeling in the sand, watching her with rapt attention. He would do, for more fun this morning.

He could not believe how easily she was doing this to the two men! She didn't even look like she was exerting herself at all. Finally she stopped the spanking. She stood up, grabbing both men by the backs of their necks. She lifted them up off of the sand and held them out to either side of her, their feet completely off of the sand.

She was absolutely fucking incredible! Each man was at least a foot taller than she was, and more than double her weight, yet she held the two crying Goliaths, tears running freely down their cheeks and fully exposed with their trunks down around their ankles, at arm's length. She didn't seem to be straining herself in the least. Her arms seemed to be barely flexed! She was absolutely fucking magnificent! And absolutely fucking beautiful!

"Now," she asked them, "are you two going to behave yourselves, or do I need to teach you guys another lesson in manners?" She shook them both to emphasize her point.

Through their tears, both of the men agreed wholeheartedly. She lowered them back down to the sand and released them. With a sharp slap on each of their butts, she sent them stumbling down the beach, frantically pulling up their trunks to cover themselves and still crying freely.

His heart skipped a beat as she then turned and looked him right in the eyes with those deep blue eyes of hers. He got to his feet. His heart skipped another beat as she started to walk towards him, her arms rising to reach for him. Oh, why had he stuck around? He should have run away while he had the chance. Having seen what he just had, the way she had totally and completely destroyed the two big bullies, what chance did he, alone, stand against her?

Then she stopped, lowered her arms to her sides, and smiled at him. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Even her voice was absolutely fucking sexy!

His heart skipped another beat, but for a completely different reason this time. He took the opportunity to get a good look at her. God, she was beautiful! Long straight black hair, barely mussed from her administration of the 'lessons', deep blue eyes that almost seemed to glow. A beautiful body, the red bikini doing nothing to cover the barest signs of the incredible muscles he had just glimpsed. "Yeah, I'm okay, I think," he managed to get out. "Thank you, they've never done that before."

"Are you sure that you're okay? He had you pretty good there." He saw her looking at the imprint of his face in the sand.

He looked at the much bigger imprints of the two bullies in the sand. "Not as good as you had them. How did you do that?"

"I just couldn't let them hurt you." Her smile widened even further. "You're too cute."

That made his heart pound. She thought that he was cute? The most beautiful girl he had ever seen thought that he was cute? Or was she just teasing him? Maybe she wasn't satisfied just having beaten up two big men and wanted to beat him up too. His fears were confirmed when she raised her right hand and reached for him. Getting her hand behind his head, she pulled him forward and down. He tried to push himself away, but found that his two male arms were no match for her one female arm. Then he felt her lips on his. Then he longer wanted to push himself away from her.

She broke off the crushing kiss. "Let's get you out of the sun," she said. Reaching down, she got an arm around his legs and picked him up in her arms. He was amazed once again at her strength as she effortlessly carried him into the shade of the trees.

Finding a clear spot, she laid him down gently. Then she was all over him, covering his face and chest with her kisses. She then pulled down his trunks, considerably more gently than she had done to the others. As she reached behind herself to remove her bikini top, his hands automatically reached up to caress and fondle her breasts. Oh, they were so large and so firm!

She then rolled him over on top of her and pressed his face against her breasts. After a while she allowed him to explore the rest of her body. As his hands and mouth moved over her body he sensed her flexing each part of her body. God, what muscles! They felt like they were carved out of marble. Yet her skin was so smooth, like silk.

As he worked his way further down, he reached for her bikini bottom, somewhat tentatively. After all, he didn't want to make her mad. Not after he had seen what happened to the last two people who had annoyed her. After all she certainly wasn't being very subtle with him thus far. She did not seem annoyed as she raised her hips, allowing him to slide the small piece of fabric down those shapely legs.

She then rolled him over onto his back. Throwing one of those shapely legs over him she mounted him.

As he woke up from an exhausted nap, he saw that he was alone. He also realized that he definitely had just had the best workout of his entire life. The best by far! He wondered if she would ever come and work out with him again. With a start, he realized that he had not gotten even her name, let alone her phone number. Oh! Would he ever see her again?

Koren had really enjoyed her morning workout. She just might have to go visit that beach more often. That had been great fun, teaching those two big men some manners. What had followed with the cute guy had also been great fun. She loved showing off her muscles for an appreciative audience, and by the Stars he had been so very appreciative!

But now, after she had jogged all the way back, she discovered that she no longer had the key to the storage locker. Her clothes, wallet, and hotel key were in the locker. She must have lost the locker key over on the other beach while she had been having her fun. She really didn't feel like going back to look for it. There were too many people on the beach now for her to run very fast. And she couldn't take the bus; her money was in the locker. And if she had lost the key during her swim instead of on the beach, she would never find it.

Oh well, who needed a key to open a locker anyway?

She waited until the young couple went around the corner. She looked around herself once more to make sure that no one was watching her. She then punched the locker door with her fist, bending the steel inwards. She then slipped her fingers in through the gap. The muscles on her back grew to astounding dimensions as she pulled back on the door, until with a screech the door bent over almost completely in half.

She then casually reached inside the locker and retrieved her gym bag. Putting on her tee shirt, jeans, and shoes, she grabbed the bag and went to catch the bus for the trip back to her hotel.

He was getting ticked off, really ticked off. These vandals were getting more and more creative every day. This went way beyond the more usual spray painted profanity, however. He had never seen anything like this in his four years patrolling this beach. He had seen dented and scratched locker doors before. But this would have required some serious tools; the steel locker door was bent over almost double. It certainly hadn't been that way on his last round less than an hour ago. He had never seen anything like this in his three years here. He hadn't seen anybody carrying any tools, openly. Sure, there had been that cute black-haired girl in the pink tee shirt and the nice tight jeans carrying the gym bag. She might have been carrying some tools in there, but there was no way she could have done something like that all by her little self.

Could she have? Nah! She couldn't have.