Sorry for taking so long. I was hit by a horrible case of writer's block. I hope you enjoy this new part!

The next few weeks gave the two women the opportunity to become the new idols of the muscle worship scene. Under the efficient tutelage of Diana, they quickly learned the necessary skills and techniques to become stars of the scene. These events were overshadowed by Raffaela’s break up with Kieran. When asked, she merely stated that the relationship had run its course. Losing her training opportunity, she instead joined Valerie. Soon, their mutual flat became the home of two absolute bodybuilding enthusiasts. They purchased the necessary equipment to create a rather complete gym, filled their pantry with muscle-building food and their wardrobe with appropriate clothes.
To celebrate her new life, Raffaela cut off her hair, switching to a short-crop black style. All in all, the two women had perfectly adapted to their chosen lifestyle, essentially becoming part of the show.

And show it was: Soon, Diana was calling them regularly, providing them with ample opportunities to exhibit their muscular bodies. The reviews on the internet were pure rave. Soon, other contracts followed, including photo sessions with appropriate websites. However, the highlight of their new career was the prime minister’s call.
As a result, the women were extremely nervous. They spent the week before the session training with high intensity. Manicures and pedicures followed, a visit to the hair-dresser was just as mandatory. Diana organised the appropriate clothing. She had picked up two tailor-made trouser suits, black and pinstripe, leather cat-suits, all kinds of lingerie and other assorted bits and pieces.
On their big day, they drove to the agreed meeting place, a luxury hotel known for its exquisite discretion. There, a group of officials, probably agents of a security service made them sign agreements that threatened any indiscretion with massive financial consequences. The agents’ leader also made it clear that troubles would lead to very personal punishment. They had fifteen minutes in the bathroom to pump up and get dressed. They put on their black and white bras and panties. Valerie zipped up her cat-suit, showing off her perfect curves. Raffaela put on the business suit, filling it up completely.

And they were in. Outside, the carnival was picking up. Young men and women, enjoying drinks, sex and drugs were staggering around aimlessly. Occasionally, fireworks would go off. With his back turned to them, the prime minister awaited them. He was facing the huge window, enjoying the sight of people rejoicing. He took a deep breath and turned around.
“Good evening, ladies. I’ve been a fan for quite some time, and I must say, you’re even more impressive in person!”
They nodded acceptingly.
“Good evening.”
“Well, have a seat. Enjoy the show and… champagne?”
Raffaela replied:
“Why, yes. Thank you.” She took a sip. It tasted excellent. “Now, about our little get together. What do you want?”
“First, I want to enjoy your bodies. Later, I would love to see you in action. Let’s wrestle!”
Valerie grinned, then cracked her knuckles:
“Alright!”
Raffaela got up. She slowly unbuttoned her jacket, revealing her massively built abs. Above them, her large, round breasts, contained in a oversized black and white flame-style bikini top, awaited his attention. With a flex, she lifted them alternately, showing off her pec bounce. The old man smiled.
“This is going to be great.”
Suddenly, he was thrown to the ground. Valerie had moved around him and kicked a high-heeled boot into his back. He landed on all fours. Valerie said:
“Indeed. Lick her feet.”
Raffaela shifted her wait, lifted her foot and took off her heels. He put out his tongue, licking her toes with gusto, occasionally stopping to caress her oversized calves inside her trouser-legs. Valerie interrupted him every time, nudging his behind with her boot’s tip. After a few minutes, Raffaela said:
“Enough. Val? Would you mind?”
Her partner pushed the old man to the ground, walking over him quickly. She reached Raffaela, took her jacket, and helped her out of it. Raffaela shrugged, presenting her yard-wide shoulders, the bikini top closing in her neck further enhancing her figure. She turned to Valerie, caressing her leather-encased body gently. The women kissed. The salty taste of their saliva filled their minds and their tongues fought in ecstasy.
Finally, they separated, a fine line of spit connecting their full, perfectly made-up lips. They both grinned maliciously.
“Do you like this?”
The man nodded.
“How about this?” Raffaela moved behind Valerie, hugging her and unzipping her Emma-Peel-suit. Her matching underwear was revealing, showing off her dry pecs. She covered her fakeish boobs with her hands.

All of a sudden, the prime minister jumped up, trying to get to them. Reflexively, Valerie raised her leg. The man hit her heel, almost knocking himself out. He dropped sideways, bleeding from his nose. They exchanged worried glances, then picked him up, lay him on the bed and gave him a tissue. He muttered thanks.
Valerie said:
“Sorry. I didn’t expect you to… Are you alright?”
“Yes. Sorry… I guess it has already stopped. Let’s get back to business. I want to see your bodies!”
Raffaela said:
“You heard the man.”
Slowly stripping, they revealed their muscular bodies. The prime minister gaped: Never before had he seen such utterly powerful creatures. He was red with lust. Instantly, he started groping at them, touching their muscles and carefully tracing the ridges and folds of their bodies. When he reached Raffaela’s enormous tits, he grabbed them, liberating them from their textile prison. Released, they swung free, her nipples erect. She smiled and mashed them into his face, chocking him. At the same time, Valerie grabbed him by the balls, fondling and squeezing them.
“Do you like that?”
He mumbled approval, his voice muffled by the abundance of her flesh. His dick was throbbing with arousal. Valerie grabbed it, blocking it off with her vice-like grip until it calmed down. She then proceeded to start it again, always blocking him right before he blew his load.
Suddenly, he liberated himself, throwing Raffaela on her back. He fought for freedom, trying to push her from the bed. Raffaela just laughed, wrapped her thick legs around his waist and squeezed him. He gasped, clearly ready to come. Valerie grabbed him from behind, taking him into a full-nelson and freeing him from Raffaela’s grasp. She took his legs, fixed them herself and interlocked with Valerie to form a human rack!

"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. Valerie breathed in sharply. This was excellent! She almost came from the excitement. The prime ministers dick flailed wildly in the air, spreading his cum all over his overweight body. He relaxed, breathing hard for several minutes, then said:
“Girls, this was great. Oh my god, this was the best ever. Holy…”
He turned red, then pale, then red again, and collapsed. The women smiled. Another job well done. In this moment, they understood the joys of muscle. They let him rest for a while, making out on their own in order to get rid of the sexual tension. Neither of them was lesbian or bi in any way, but since they were the only people available, well, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Kissing and licking, they brought each other close to orgasm before switching into a 69 with Valerie on top. After they came, they cuddled together, playing with each others boobs and pausing occasionally to kiss. After a while, Valerie said:
“I don’t know about you, but I think I’m in love. I think I would never have gone this far without you.”
“Me too. I’m still not really sure whether this was a good idea, but I’m still enjoying it.”
“By the way, what happened to our client?”
They turned around to see how he was doing. He was still lying there, relaxed and asleep from the extenuation.
“Wow. He’s way out. Look at that…”
Raffaela bumped him with her hand.
“Wakey wakey. We want to show you more!”
He didn’t move. His flesh was soft and relaxed. Also, it felt rather cold. Cold?
Raffaela got up, slapped him and said:
“Hey, wake up! Wake up!”
No reaction.
A fetid smell was spreading. A brown stain appeared on the sheets. The women jumped up, screaming in terror! The prime minister was dead!

Alerted by their screams, the security agents burst the door open. They immediately assessed the situation, forced the women into a corner of the room and tried to reanimate the politician. One of them called a doctor, within minutes, the whole place was swarming with agents and medical personnel. Raffaela and Valerie were led outside. The head agent, a bald man with broad shoulders (albeit not nearly as huge as Raffaela) quickly questioned them. He listened to their explanations, interrupting them roughly whenever emotions caught up with them. After a few minutes, he left them to talk to the head doctor. Two agents stayed with them to guard them. The doctor explained his findings. Listening ardently, Valerie understood that his neck had been broken, most probably due to powerful forces straining against him. He must have died instantly. The officer nodded, then returned to them. As he approached, there was a disturbance outside. Apparently, a few guests of the hotel, drunk and aggressive had begun asking about the agents’ presence, causing quite a clamour. He turned around and got back out. Valerie turned to Raffaela. She whispered:
“Something’s fishy. The doctor says we were responsible.”
“What?”
“I think they’re trying to blame us. I don’t want to be exposed!”
“Me neither. What do we do?”
One of the guarding agents turned around. They both smiled nervously. He turned back.
“I say we run. I guess they won’t find us if we mix in the crowd in the streets.”
“This is stupid.”
“Do you want to be in the papers?”
“Nope.”
“Then, follow my lead.”
Valerie jumped up, grabbed the guard in a full nelson and performed a German suplex on him. The agent flew high, landing on his head. At the same time, Raffaela grabbed the other, lifted him into a fireman’s carry and ran off him, throwing him against the window. With a crash, the glass fractured. The security officer landed on the fire escape outside, the women jumped after him, quickly running it down.
Behind them, the security agents jumped through the frame, unable to get a clear line of fire. They hesitated to fire for fear of hitting people in the street.
Within a few seconds, Valerie and Raffaela disappeared in the crowd, naked, but clearly camouflaged by the carnival.