The woman stepped inside, put down her suitcase and examined the room. Not having had any idea about what was usual in such an environment, Raffalea had taken care to create an environment similar to what she had when she was with her boyfriend. As a result, the room was illuminated by candles only, giving it a welcoming and romantic flair. The woman was clearly indifferent, but said:
“Looks nice. I don’t often do women, least of all two at a time, but I think it’ll work out.” She chuckled at the awfulness of this pun, then added: “How about you making yourself comfortable while I get ready for you?”
Raffaela nodded and she departed to the bath. Valerie was shaking nervously.
“Comfortable? Comfortable? How should I?”
Raffaela replied in a soothing voice, pulling her on the bed.
“Calm down. Keep your cool, you’ll get the hang of it. Just imagine that this is your gate to academic success. Concentrate on the paper!”
Meanwhile, low grunts were coming from the bath. At last, they ceased. The women sat nervously, awaiting the door to open. At last, it was opened.
Diana had changed into a silken red robe, which she filled out nicely. She strode in, brushed her long brown hair from her face and gave her employers a resentful smirk. She wore fitting heels and stockings. Her calves were bunched together and well-defined, while her quads shadowed her knees. She unfastened the sash of her robe and opened just enough to show off her powerful abdominals. She flexed them, then shook the robe from her shoulders. Underneath, she wore just her bra and panties, revealing a well-muscled and defined physique. She then proceeded to flex her arms, first the triceps, then the double biceps pose.
She shook her legs, bunched her quads and changed into a most-muscular pose, pushing her well-trained trapezii outwards. Then, she relaxed, smiled and waited.

The two spectators sat there dumbfounded. They were clearly unsure of whether they should be disgusted or merely confused. Valerie’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide. Raffaela had kept her cool, recovered and said:
“Wow. You look fabulous. Can we touch them?”
Even though she had been prepared to lie, she realised that she didn’t need to. Of course, this was far away from sexual attractiveness for her, but the mere strangeness of it all held a bizarre attraction. Also, she wasn’t all that sure about the sexual aspect. She definitely appreciated her boyfriend’s well-toned body and powerful muscles, so she might just as well take muscles as muscles and not care about gender.
Valerie was aghast. The last minutes’ nervous tension had suddenly uncoiled into hysterical panic and she was just about unable to get a grip. Her prior research had familiarised her with the subject, but the raw physical intensity of being here and being close to such a strange creature blanked her mind.
As Diana came closer, Raffaela gave her a nudge and whispered:
“Snap out of it!”
She got up, smiling shyly and took small steps towards the muscle-bound female. Diana smiled invitingly and purred:
“Come on, touch them! They’re yours!”
Averting her eyes, Raffaela touched Diana’s biceps with her fingertips. Diana smiled encouragingly.
“Touch them, kneed them! Feel the power!”
Raffaela, concentrating, put her flat hand on the muscle and wrapped her fingers around it. She squeezed it, amazed at its hardness. She let out a breath. She caressed the arm, following its movement as Diana switched the pose to make another muscle-group pop out. Admiring her body’s firmness, Raffaela turned to Diana’s back, following the deep ridges there. Diana forced her shoulders apart, blowing up her back to it’s full width. Sensing Raffaela’s prying fingers on her massive neck, she motioned Valerie to come closer. Valerie shook her head, hesitating nervously. Diana moved her spine and turned her head to Raffaela. She said:
“I think we should involve your friend. If we don’t get over to her, she won’t move on her own. Let’s get on the bed.”
Raffaela nodded.
They both climbed on the bed, Raffaela eagerly touching Diana’s powerful chest. Valerie stared incredulously at this display of sexual power. At last, Diana put her hand on Valerie’s waist, caressing it gently. Valerie shivered. The muscular woman moved her arm on Valerie’s shoulder, took her arm and led it to her abdominals. Trembling, Valerie slid her fingers between the proud bumps of Diana’s stomach.

Minutes later, the researchers were examining Diana’s body. Raffaela had taken the initiatives, exploring the nooks and crannies of her muscular landscape with her fingers, while Valerie still reluctantly caressed her tight muscles. As she realised that her clients had made themselves comfortable, Diana said:
“Enough with the fingers. Kiss them!”
Raffaela gave her a surprised stare, realised that she meant business and kissed her biceps. It tasted salty from the sweat.
“You too!”
Valerie hesitated, but complied.
“Excellent! Now lick them. I know you want it!”
Astounded but thrown off guard, the two women complied. Diana smiled as they explored her body with their tongues.
“Tell you what, those muscles aren’t for show. I’ll give you something more to feel!”
With an incredibly quick movement, she put her legs around Raffaela’s waist and squeezed them together. Surprised, Raffaela gave out a short cry. Diana squeezed further, her victim’s breathing became quicker.
“You know you wanted it all along. Enjoy!”
As she struggled for air, unable to shake the vice-like grip, Raffaela felt a strange sensation coming up. She had heard of the sexual arousal caused by asphyxiation, but hadn’t expected it to actually happen. Suddenly, her body was tingling as she struggled.
Valerie was about to panic, but abruptly found herself in a headlock.
“Gotcha.”
Valerie chocked, trying to free herself. Alas, her power was not even enough to make her assailant’s arm budge an inch. Instead, she found herself to become strangely docile, while flailing pointlessly at Diana’s iron grip.
Raffaela, desperate to keep a level head while trying to fight off panic, horniness and aggression, managed to gasp:
“Stop it, stop it!”
Diana, easy with her role as the relentless dominatrix, replied:
“Say please.”
Valerie was now firmly in the grip of total panic. At last, she just turned around, merely managing to fall off the bed. However, she pulled the others with her. As she slipped, Diana released her arm slightly so as not to hurt her, and landed on the plump woman. Valerie crawled away hurriedly, desperate to escape her. Diana released her other prey, following the dark woman on all fours, like a predator stalking its prey. Valerie tried to get away, but found herself wedged under the writing desk of the cluttered hotel room. Diana approached her slowly, eyeing her with playful smugness. However, she suddenly realised that Valerie was genuinely afraid. She stopped, but as she turned around, she was jumped on by Raffaela.
Diana quickly got up, lifting the other woman on her shoulders and turning around to disorient her. With a quick flick of her shoulder, she threw her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her. She admired Raffaela’s beautiful and firm breasts, then said:
“You’re no worshipers. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I don’t like being lied at. Is this some stupid prank?”
Raffaela shook her head.
“Sorry! We’re sorry! Stop it. We just wanted to see how it was!”
“Why? My rates are way too high for just being curious.”
“Okay. We give up. We’re researchers. Sociologists. We’ve got this assignment from one of our profs and we’re supposed to explore this culture. We just tried to get an inside view of it.”
“I see. Quite bold of you. You could have asked, though.”
“Actually, no. The whole concept is to keep people in the dark so they can act naturally. Telling them would falsify it all.”
“This doesn’t seem to be a very correct approach. You’re basically spying on people!”
“In a way. On the other hand, it gets you real answers, instead of a show.”
“Whatever. It just pisses me off that you got me into this. I knew there was something wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Anyway, I don’t think you’ll learn much from getting beaten up by the likes of me. You want the worshipers, not the goddesses.”
“Of course. But how are we supposed to do that?”
“Why do you ask me? I’m just an athlete. I finished high school and that’s it. On the other hand, I’d also like to be paid.”
“Alright. Just let me get my purse.”
Minutes later, Diana had left, taking a fair bit of Raffaela’s money with her. A tip had been necessary to keep her quiet about the whole incident. There was no point in making the “scene” aware of their project right now.

After a while, they put their clothes back on and prepared to leave. Valerie still hadn’t said anything. She was no longer trembling, but seemed to mull over deep thoughts. Finally, she sat back down on the side of the bed and said:
“Please sit down with me.” Raffaela did so. “This was awful. I really hope to never go through anything like this ever again.”
“I know. I’m sorry, but we just had to try…”
“Of course. We had to, and we’ve seen what we had to see. For me, this whole thing is over…”
Raffaela panicked:
“You can’t bail out! We’re in this together! Without you, I can’t finish the project…”
“Shut it! I’ve had enough of you. You’re the single most awful person I have ever worked with. You talk all the time, and you’re so smug. Everything always goes according to plan. Gosh, I hate you. You never even let me finish my sentences!”
“Sorry…”
“You should be! I just wanted to…” She took a deep breath and said: “This whole thing is over our heads. To get our data, we need to get in deep. We need to go native and get first hand information. No more fussing around with literature and interviews.”
“So…”
“We’ll have to become idols of worship for these guys to understand them!”
Raffaela stared at her.
“What?”
“We’ll have to be bodybuilders and be worshipped. This way, we’ll get the data we need and we’ll understand what this is all about. Besides, sacrifices are necessary for knowledge.”
Her partner sat there dumbfounded.
“You can’t be serious. I wouldn’t… I can’t even think of… This is crazy!”
“Fine. I’ll do it on my own. It’ll be your problem if it doesn’t work. I’ll have done anything possible to achieve our goal. If you can afford to stay behind, be my guest.”
Raffaela grew angry:
“What’s up with you? Do you expect me to accept this shit? Listen, you little piggy, I’ll show you! I’ll do it! And I’ll do it better than you.”
Valerie smirked.
“Sure. Well, we’ll see. Let’s postpone the argument for a few weeks and compare results.”
“Alright!”
“Alright!”