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For a long time, my favorite harmless little fetish is female muscle power. Women who are built, and/or women who are strong (even superhumanly so).

This particular idea caters to that fetish, and it's loosely based on a real experience. On my trips to Las Vegas, as many single men do, I tend to visit one of their excellent strip clubs. Yes, yes, I'm a bit of a degenerate. Sue me. :-) Given my preference for extremely fit--or even buff--women, I tend to keep an eye out for any dancer who matches that description. And given how physically demanding it is to put on a great pole dancing show, it's not uncommon at all to spot at least one dancer at the high end clubs who is (or could be) something along the lines of a professional fitness, figure, or even bodybuilding competitor.

On one such visit, I spotted an attractive dancer who looked quite fit and toned, though I wouldn't have classified her as particularly "muscular" at first glance. Maybe fitness competitor type. She noticed me checking her out, and she came over to where I was sitting and introduced herself.

She ran a hand across my chest and complimented me on being in shape. I returned the compliment. I didn't say anything about my preference for muscular women, but she must have sensed that I was one of the rare men who would be into that, because she dropped down to one knee next to my chair, raised her right arm, and flexed her bicep. Not only was she attractive, with an excellent stripper's figure, but she actually had some guns too! Significantly more impressive than what I was even remotely expecting!

She giggled at the expression on my face. "You weren't expecting that, were you?" she asked. She stood back up and again ran her hand across my chest, teasing me about my "nipples getting hard." They might have been, because she was cute and surprisingly buff--just my type.

I must have stammered out some affirmative reply, and I was probably staring at the lean, toned arm that had just produced that surprisingly impressive flex. She could tell that she was mere seconds away from selling me some lap dances, so she moved to seal the deal. She dropped down to one knee again, and once again flexed that right arm for me. The impressive bicep again popped up as if from out of nowhere. She took a long look at her own muscle. Then, while still holding the flexing pose, she looked at me with a cat-that-ate-the-canary look, and said, "Isn't that hot??"

It was. I was turned on, and she knew it. She sold me a lap dance. :D

I would love to spin a story around an exaggerated version of this experience. It could start exactly as the real experience did, but her bicep would be even bigger, she would have rather super strength, and there would be more "extra fun" to be had--perhaps during the lap dance, and definitely outside the club later that night or the next.

Let's have her muscle posing in the private lap dance area maybe be even more impressive than what she showed out in the open. And maybe even more impressive outside the club. And with gym equipment/weights at her home, he learns that she's truly a superwoman!

If you're still reading this and you think it sounds sexy, then don't wait another minute. Send one of those orange envelopes fluttering over to my inbox!