Thank you for your feed back on my last story, mul717ud35 and others. I'm glad that you liked it. I'm going to take your ideas. I deliberately ended the other stories open to sequels but you have given me some inspiration for this. I like the ideas of revenge, Jess going too far and involving others. This story will take each of those themes in turn. I've planned on three parts...
Please be aware that these stories are entirely fictional and were they to happen in real life would be criminal. They depict a woman violating another woman. One character uses some horrible words and slurs that are utterly offensive to the LGBTIQ community but I felt that it was necessary for the story and I hope that the context demonstrates that such language is unacceptable in general use. If these themes are not your thing please find another story more to your tastes.
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Jess would have been best described by her close friends as a spoilt prude; however she didn't have any close friends. She knew some people and they knew her. She would refer to them as friends but they were more acquaintances or colleagues. They were not mean or uncaring but Jess was. If she perceived anyone as a threat to her, she went out of her way to verbally humiliate them. However, physically she was weak and could never oppress anyone if they stood up to her.
She had been raised in a very strict Republican family. Her father was a successful businessman and local politician. She was an only child and always got her way. Growing up she had excelled at school. Academically she was brilliant and so always considered a nerd. She was a bit of a bully, belittling anyone who got in her way and if anyone stood up to her she ran crying to the teachers. Her father's influence ensured that the teachers acted on her complaints, however unfair or untrue.
She went through college and law school with the same mean attitude and fatherly protection. Her father even ensured that she was given a good job straight out of law school by a friend of his. Jess was rude to the people she worked with, particularly if she viewed them as inferior. However, her chief scorn was usually inflicted upon anyone in the service industry, waiters, baristas and shop staff dreaded her, many of whom she demanded were fired when in reality they had done nothing wrong.
Physically she would have been attractive, were she to relax and wipe the permanent scowl from her face. She was white and very pale, she never went out in the sun nor showed any skin. She was twenty-four years old but looked younger, particularly with her spoilt attitude. She was average height, 5' 6". She was very slim, size 2, with virtually no hips to speak of. Her breasts were quite large for her size, C-cup. She had very long dark brown hair. She would wear it in a French plait so that her hair was pulled taught back across her scalp. Her long, thick plait came all the way down her back and finished at her waist. Two ringlets hung either side of face, which Jess thought they framed her face well. She always dressed very conservatively in public: blouses clasped tight around her throat, long loose skirts with no slits, much like a politicians mature mother. Her hair, outfits and a little light makeup were always immaculate.
Guys showed little interest in her and she was happy with this. She found that her strict conservative values and dress sense deterred most men. Her pledge of chastity until marriage reinforced this. She was a virgin and proud of it. She hadn't even kissed a guy. She worked long hours and spent all of her free time helping her father's political campaigns, binge watching soaps or going to the gym.
Jess had hated being ogled by guys at the gym. It made her skin crawl the way they stared hungrily at her. That was until she found a women only gym. The manager, Sandy, was a semi-professional body builder. She had seemed friendly on induction and had explained the dangers of Jess's usual baggy gym clothes getting caught in the machines. She persuaded Jess to buy some hi-tech wicking clothes that were sold at the gym. Sandy had even given her a big discount to help her make the decision.
Sandy was tall, 6' 6". Her naturally bronzed skin and jet black hair emphasised her Latino roots. At twenty-nine years old she was in her prime. Her face was beautiful and her body was ripped. She was incredibly lean with bulging muscles She had saved up her prize money and six-months ago had the best surgical implants money could buy, H-cup. Sandy saw it as an investment to help her get more modelling work. Her long, jet-black hair was full of volume; tussles of it gave her a slightly wild, untamed look.
Jess went to the gym for her first session after finishing work, which was late as usual. She wore the three-quarter length blue-camo spandex pants and white sports bra with navy-blue trim that Sandy had convinced her to buy; they made her feel badass.
She started on the weights machines. She managed okay on the bench press and seated row. However, she really struggled with the shoulder press. She barely had any weights on the machine and she still couldn't lift the handles more than an inch.
Sandy was passing, wearing her corporate polo shirt and short shorts. She saw Jess struggling, "Hey, you alright?" She asked.
"I can't do this." Jess surprised herself at her own admission, she wasn't used to failure.
Sandy, crouched in front of Jess so that their eyes were level. "It's just the angle, it's always hard when you're not used to the exercise. Let me help you." Sandy reached up and gently put her hands over Jess's. It was a very awkward angle for her to lift the weight but the weight was light and she was very strong. She helped Jess lift the weights about six inches and carefully lifted her hands off Jess's as Jess continued to lift the weights to the top of her reach.
"I did it." Jess said with glee.
Sandy quickly cut in and reached out to help Jess lower the weights under control. "Woah, you've got nine more reps to go." She smiled at Jess, who smiled back.
Sandy coached Jess, even helping her lift the handles for the last rep. Jess let go of the handles as soon as the weights clunked home. She raised her hand and wipes her brow, "Wow, that's harder than it looks." she said.
Sandy winked at her, saying, "You've still got two more sets to go."
Jess's heart sank, "You've got to be kidding me!"
Sandy laughed sympathetically, "That's alright, you've got thirty seconds of rest between sets. You can use it to tell me why you're starting your workout so late?"
Jess rolled her eyes, "You would not believe the useless, lazy, imbeciles I have to work with. Honestly, I feel like I'm the only one pulling my weight. By the time I finished work it was so late, I came straight here. I've not even had any dinner!"
Sandy replied, "Oh that's awful. I'm pretty hungry too. Maybe you'd feel better if I took you out to dinner?"
"What, you mean, like, on a date?" Jess spoke with a little more alarm than Sandy was expecting.
"Yeah, if you like?" Sandy smiled quite sheepishly. She knew that she was going out on a limb but she saw something really cute in Jess and wanted to get to know her better.
"Urghh!" Jess shrieked. She flung her hands at Sandy, pushing her backwards. Sandy was still crouching and so she flew backwards. "Get your horrid dyke claws off me!" Jess screamed at her. Sandy was shocked, lying on her back with her feet and arms in the air, and Jess screaming abuse at her.
Jess continued her rant, "If I'd known you were a rug-muncher I wouldn't have let you touch me. I could catch your lesbo-disease or something!"
Sandy was mortified. She knew making passes at people made her vulnerable but she had never experienced this. Jess could have just said she wasn't interested.
Jess was worked up now, "Just because your disgusting, ugly body is pumped up with so much testosterone, it doesn't make you a man. How dare you ask me out, you're sick, that's what you are!" She was shrieking, her words were filled with venom and spite. The half dozen other people left in the gym were all staring in shock. They didn't know what had happened but they could see a crazy woman ranting at their friend, Sandy.
"Now everyone here knows your dirty, little secret, you're a great, big, dirty dyke!" Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was utterly embarrassed. She didn't know why. She was open about her sexuality and most of her customers knew she was gay; in fact many of her customers were gay too.
Sandy got her feet. "Sorry, sorry", she muttered, just loud enough for Jess to hear, and made for the office to be out of sight as fast as she could go without actually running.
"Sorry? You should be sorry! Sex deviants like you should be locked up!" Jess was shouting at Sandy as she left.
"Shameful", "absolutely disgusting", and, "I cannot believe some people!" Other women in the gym were muttering to each other but said loudly enough for Jess to hear.
"I know, right!" Jess thought that they were referring to Sandy. Ironically they were all referring to Jess. Two of them went to Sandy to console her. The rest left, not wanting to breathe the same air as this awful bigot.
Jess skipped the rest of the weights. She didn't want to receive any more unwanted advances, oblivious to everyone else's departure. She listened to music from her ear buds, humming away to herself on a cross-trainer. She didn't see everyone else leaving the gym. Everyone, that is, apart from Sandy. She didn't see Sandy lock the doors and return to the office. She couldn't have seen Sandy watching her from the office, through the one way glass...
Jess pushed herself as hard and fast as she could. She wanted to forget about Sandy making a pass at her. She kept going until she was exhausted. She was soaked in sweat but her new skin-tight clothing wicked it away from her body. She stepped off the cross-trainer only to find her legs were quite wobbly. Her arms were no better. She staggered through to the locker room. A good hot shower and she'd feel better, she hoped.
