Raffaela burst into rage:
“What the hell? Brittany! You goddamn asshole! Stay away from him!”
The large-breasted woman dived for cover. Kieran howled in despair:
“What’s this shit! Who are these freaks? What the fuck is going on with you?”
Instantly, the hulking pair locked into a grapple. They pushed against each other on the small corridor, screaming at the top of their voices. Their massive arms interlocked, their arm muscles swelling with effort. At first, Kieran was gaining. He pushed her back towards her room, using his greater height to lever her back.
Suddenly, Raffaela pulled her arm back, lifted her shoulder and rammed it into Kieran’s face. Howling with pain, he side-stepped her, falling on his knee and tackling her between the legs. He lifted her up, but soon found her huge weight bearing down on him. In panic and surprise, she almost fell back, further lowering her centre of gravity. The massive muscle-man was unable to lift her. Instead, she grabbed his waist from above, her head upside-down. Her long blonde hair cascaded down his back. Using the momentum his attack had given her, she fell overhead, carrying him with her. They tumbled along, rolling over the carpet.
Shaking her head, she got back up. Gritting her teeth, she launched herself at him, knocking him prone. He instantly reacted, pushing his powerful legs into her stomach. Instead of throwing her back, her rock-hard abs withstood the pressure, projecting her over him. She flew down the corridor.
He jumped back up, trying to grab her and hold her down. She howled, slapped his face and kicked his groin. Kieran’s face froze. He screamed at the top of his lungs and rolled aside. She instantly climbed on top of him and wrapped her broad legs around his waist. She pressed them together, trying to choke him. He reached out with his arm, slamming against her chin. Her head was thrown back, making her ease her grip. Kieran got back up, grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. She hissed with revulsion, then flexed her abs and brought her legs around his throat. Destabilised, he lost his footing, staggering against the wall while she tried to choke him with her legs. He tried to get rid of her, but she grabbed the back of his head and climbed on his shoulders. There, she pulled at his head. He struggled at her legs, turning purple. In the end, he jumped up, banging her head against the roof. Surprised, she let go, falling down to the floor. Dazed, she tried to get up, but found herself smashed back onto the ground.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her down while trying to protect his groin. All of a sudden, she landed a hammering blow into his side. Wincing, he held his ground. She proceeded to batter at his sides in rapid succession, topping her attacks with an abrupt kip-up. He fell back, hitting his head against one of the doors. She grabbed his leg and twisted it as good as she could. He howled in pain, clenched his teeth and kicked her into the face.

Brittany screamed in panic, then asked her neighbours:
“Can’t you do anything? They’ll kill each other.”
Valerie made a step forward, but found herself held back by Diana.
“Don’t do it. They’ll beat you up if you come near. We should call the police, but I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t want any attention. Let’s just wait for a second, maybe they’ll tire. Up until now, all they did was just bruise each other a little.”

Indeed, the two fighters were tiring. Their attacks became slower, less angry and more passionate. In the end, they slumped down on the carpet, sweaty, exhausted and clearly horny as hell. Finally, Raffaela spoke:
“Wow. I needed that. What did you do with Brittany?”
“Nothing. We just talked.” Brittany nodded. “How about you? What did you do in muscle woman town?”
“Ah… We sort of made out…” Her voice trailed off.
“You made out? Why? Are you a lesbian?”
She hesitated:
“No. I don’t think so. It just felt to be the right thing to do… Screw this! Are you as horny as I am?”
He panted, then nodded in response. She pointed at the door, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into his room. The others stayed outside. After a while, Diana asked:
“Can you pay me now?”
Valerie seemed to recall her only now:
“Why? I thought we had a deal.”
“Ah yes. I got distracted… Say…” She looked at Brittany. “Are all your acquaintances crazy body-modification freaks?”
Valerie looked at Brittany and said:
“Apparently. Boy, do those look fake.”
Brittany smiled and said:
“That’s the whole point.”

At the same time, Beatrice was packing up her stuff. It was 10:30 pm, time to finally go home. When she was done, she walked back to the minister’s room and said:
“Sir, I’ll be leaving for tonight. I think the meeting with the ‘freedom fighters’ will go well tomorrow. Please review the fact sheets to be sure.”
The middle-aged politician nodded, then said:
“Tell me, Mrs. Wang, have you been working out? I couldn’t help noticing the change of wardrobe.”
Indeed, she had been forced to get new, tailor-made business suits for her job. This one was a charcoal-grey trouser suit, which showed off her slender waist while camouflaging her now massive arms and legs. She had striven to maintain a moderate size, but it slowly got the better of her. Stuart had been very supportive, even offering to provide her with all kinds of performance enhancing drugs. She declined. Since this was her future, she would prefer to play it safe. Anyway:
“That’s great. I think I should do this too.” He grinned and put his hands on his paunch. “What kind of work-out do you do?”
Beatrice was sceptical of the turn this conversation was taking. After all, she wanted to get home. Fourteen hours at work were a bit much after a while. She tried to end it quickly:
“I just do some cardio and a little weight-lifting.“
“Weight-lifting? That’s a good idea. I heard it does wonders on the posture and basically everything when it’s done right.”
“It feels great. Still, it’s late, my husband is waiting. We could continue this tomorrow.”
“Ah yes, we should. Definitely. Since I’ve been keeping you here, should I give you a lift home?”
Sexual harassment? Not quite… Beatrice was unsure. What was he up to. He normally treated her with a distant, professional style. This would have been the first time he’d actually have shown interest… Let’s see.
“Yes, thank you. This would be great. I’ll just grab my coat.”

Moments later, she was in his car. He had even held the door for her. After all, he was an old-school gentleman. They drove to her home in silence. Suddenly, he said:
“Just out of interest… How much do you lift?”
“What?”
“Come on, tell me. You must be proud of it all the same!”
“Actually, I am. But why does this interest you?”
“Nothing. I dabbled into weight-lifting and athletics when I was young. I know it’s a stupid question. Forget it.”
“No, no. It’s alright: I dead lift 450lbs.”
“Wow. That’s a lot. Close to what I could do in my heyday. However, what does your husband think about your situation?”
“He loves it. Strange, but I never would have thought about this. He kept his tastes hidden all those years.”
“So you did it for him?”
“Exactly.”
“Good.” He sounded a tad disappointed. “Well, then, here you are. Good evening.”
“Thank you.” She hesitated then added: “Wait a second.” She pulled off her coat and jacket and flexed her large biceps. He instantly turned crimson. So did the swollen muscle. “Just wanted to check.”
She then quickly walked to her house.

The next day, Valerie’s phone rang. She fumbled for it, realised it was way too early to be up but picked it up anyway.
“Mmh, Yes?”
“Valerie? It’s Beatrice.”
“Okay.”
“Yesterday, I found out my boss is a muscle freak.”
“So is everybody, apparently. Anything else?”
“No. Just wanted to tell you. Since you got my husband to help you, I’ve been watching you. You want to be worshipped by all those muscle-fans.”
“Whatever.”
“Should I give him your number?”
The reply took a little while. Remembering yesterday’s events, Valerie climbed out of her bed. She walked over to Raffaela’s room, sifted through her stuff and found Diana’s number.
“No, wait. Give him this number. That’s my manager’s.”
“Your manager?”
“Long story.”
“Tell me sometime. Anyway, see you later.”
“Sure.”
She got back to bed.