The two massively muscular women both grabbed the balding, overweight man. He smiled as the pulling strained his body. The one with short-cropped black hair smirked, then asked:
"Are you happy, Mr. prime minister? Does this feel good?"
"Oh boy, yes! This is great, please, more!"
"Alright!"
He gave a piercing shriek as the women concentrated their strength. The other woman, an intensely beautiful platinum blonde breathed in sharply. This was excellent! She almost came from the excitement.

Six months earlier...

"Okay everyone! Listen up."
The conference room quietened. The students became silent. Dr. Pasquali, the university's most prominent professor of applied sociology smiled gently at the class. His thinning grey hair and his still black beard gave him an aura of experienced professionalism. Still, he fidgeted with his pipe for a second.
"Hello. As you should know, my name is Garth Pasquali, and I'll be conducting this year's special seminar of applied sociology. The seminar will be composed of two halves, one this term, one next. You'll be given an assignment, prepare a research project and write a paper, to be ready for publication. If all goes well, you'll all have your first citations by next year. All of you have qualified for this advanced course due to your excellent record, so I expect the best of you."
Most students sat in wild admiration of the luminary of social sciences.
"Any questions? No? Alright. Mr. Hrothgarson, my assistant will be your immediate contact if something comes up later on, but I'll also give you my personal phone number. I want you to succeed, so please give your best."
"Since most of you have already cooperated on other projects, we have decided to randomly partner you. This will allow you to learn from people you normally don't work with. These are the couples..."
He then proceeded to read a short list of 16 names.
Valerie felt increasingly uncomfortable as the list went on. Her name hadn't come up yet. To make matters worse, her worst rival, the other grade A student, Raffaela had not been called out either. She gave her a contemptuous, but worried look. Raffaela was just as unhappy as she was. Then, disaster struck:
"Raffaela Twaine and Valerie Arubaya."
Valerie lowered her eyes. Of course, protesting was pointless. Even daring to contradict Pasquali would mean questioning his methods. She'd heard the old man could get quite angry if this happened.
Desperate to keep her anger down, she got up and sat next to her opponent partner. Raffaela was almost everything she was not. Tall, thin, yet blessed with a nice chest and perfect blonde hair. Naturally curly, to top it off. She was always perfectly dressed, had a slight and authentic tan and a gorgeous face. She only had two things in common with Valerie: ruthless ambition and a brilliant mind. Other than that, no similarities: Valerie was a short, dark-skinned, rather overweight woman, scruffy dark hair and poor dress sense. Even though she tried to care for such things, she never actually managed. Being single also put a permanent damper on her relation to Raffaela. Valerie addressed her:
"I hope this will be over quick. I'd much prefer to work on my own."
Raffaela gave her a disdainful look.
"So would I. Still, I need the seminar and I don't want to screw this up. So you'll just have to keep your cool just as I'll have to keep mine. Let's just hope this assignment is challenging. I'd love to see you struggle."

The professor then proceeded to give each pair their assigned topic in a sealed envelope.
"Ladies and gentlemen, these assignments may be treated any way you like. However, it is strongly suggested that you work along the standards set up by my department."
Sixteen minds shared the same thought: This means undercover participant observation. Ethic horror, but highly efficient. You take part in your assigned culture and analyse the sociological actions and relations.
"I want you to leave before you read the information. Please take a look at it in private so as not to distort the others' work. Good luck and keep me informed. Weekly reports are welcome."

The two women left the room and got out of the university building. Clearly struggling with repulsion, Raffaela said:
"Let's go to my place to start this nightmare."
"Best place for it."
Actually, Valerie's sarcasm was soon silenced. Regardless of her contempt, Raffaela had a really beautiful flat. Even though it was rather small, it's styling was excellent and practical. They slipped out of their shoes, Raffaela removed her short trench-coat and went to the kitchen. She asked:
"Coffee?"
"Yes, please."
Valerie took a look around. A tasteful bookshelf full of standards, a nice couch and a flat screen TV set. Flowers. All designed in muted beige, light browns and faint greys. She couldn't retain herself from admiring the style.
As Raffaela brought the coffee mugs, she sat down.
"It's a nice flat."
The host lifted her eyebrow.
"Yes, it is. Let's take a look at this assignment, shall we?"

They opened the envelope. They took a look inside. They screamed in despair.
For once, they were in complete agreement.
"What an asshole!"
"Holy crap! He's crazy!"
After several minutes of howling and raging, they managed to calm down. They had expected anything, posing as immigrants, factory workers, lavatory attendant. Anything.
But...

Analysing the female muscle worship scene?