[Not sure what's going on? Check out "Muscle Show Pt. 01"]
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A day after the encounter with her grandson in the dark passageways under the arena, Betty sat in front of her vanity mirror. It was a bright, sunny morning and she had just dragged herself out of bed. She raised a brush to her silver hair and paused.
"Here's what you've done," she said aloud to her reflection in the mirror. "You... you...." She hit the mute button as she finished her thought. "You fucked your grandson."
She inhaled sharply. Who does that? She asked herself silently. Who would do something like that? What kind of person?
She sighed and closed her eyes, returning the brush to the vanity top. You, she remarked silently. You would. An image of JJ's magnificent, sculpted body reared up in her mind, followed by a vivid memory of her own plush body blazing and trembling with pleasure as his monstrous cock jacked in and out of her. Her belly twitched at the memory of the pleasure that had sizzled through her body and her deep groans. She bit her lower lip.
She hardly knew him, she argued with herself. She hadn't seen him in twenty years. He was a stranger, not her grandson. Just some hunk with a killer body and blue eyes that she'd fucked on a night out with the girls. Her head nodded up and down. Yes, she told herself. It wasn't like that. It was just a one-night fling. Something she deserved after years of dull matrimony to a series of cold, boring husbands.
Why not? She declared to herself in the mirror. Why can't I have a little fun? A little enjoyment? With some guy, she added, she'd met once. And never again. That was it, she resolved. Never again. It happened once, by chance, and it would never happen again. She closed her eyes and saw JJ's bulky, brawny body, his naked skin stretched taut over bulging muscles, arms thick as tree branches, beefy thighs sculpted like marble, his happy grin, his sparkling blue eyes. Only once, she repeated. A one time event. Now, turn the page. She passed the brush through her hair.
Less than a week later, on a bright sunny afternoon, the phone in the living room rang.
"Hey mom." It was John, her son who lived in Alaska. JJ's father.
She sat on the elegant chair next to the phone stand.
"Hi John," she replied tentatively. "What's going on?"
This was odd. She only talked to her far-flung brood a couple of times a year, almost exclusively on holidays.
"Uh," John said. "How you doing?"
Betty sighed. "Just tell me, John."
He paused and inhaled.
"Well, you know I told you about JJ? The bodybuilding and shows and stuff."
"Uh huh," Betty said, panic starting to creep up her neck.
"Well, wouldn't you know that rascal. He's gone and gotten himself into a little bit of trouble."
Betty raised her hand to her lips.
"What kind of trouble?" She asked.
"He's in Chicago." Her son paused again. "And.. well, mom... he's run out of money."
Betty sighed and her body relaxed. She settled into the chair.
"Okay."
"Yeah," John continued. "I guess he's not so good at budgeting. He did a show in Peoria and then went on to Chicago. Where... I guess... he realized his money was all out. No way to pay for a hotel. No way to pay for food."
"Okay," Betty repeated.
"His buddies helped him out," John said. "But they've moved on to the next show. He's stuck in Chicago."
"Do you want me to wire him money?"
John sighed. "I guess that would be the way. But, I guess he's also somehow managed to lose his i.d. He can't pick up anything I send through Western Union."
Betty's forehead wrinkled.
"Mom, you're only a couple of hours away. I was wondering...."
Betty's shoulders slumped. What was she to do? She couldn't just drive up to Chicago, find JJ, and announce that his father had called his grandmother and, voila, here she was - - the very same woman he'd fucked in a dressing room at the local arena. She thought for a minute.
"Fine," she said in a quiet, steady voice. "Here's what you do. I have a friend in Chicago. Give me his hotel and I'll ask my friend to deliver him some money."
"Oh wow," John gushed. "That would be great. I mean... if it's not too much trouble."
Betty tsked into the phone. "No, no trouble. I'll call her right away."
"Super," John replied brightly. "What's your friend's name... so I can tell JJ?"
Betty's eyebrows shot up.
"Uh...," she dragged out her response. "Would you believe it. She's got the same name as mine. Betty."
John chuckled. "That's funny. Two peas in a pod."
Betty offered a forced laugh. "His hotel?"
John gave him all of JJ"s information and Betty placed the phone back in its cradle. It will be fine, she reassured herself. She could just drop the money off at the front desk, turn around, and drive back home. JJ would be none the wiser.
She climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Best to change into something more presentable, she told herself. She ruffled through the clothes in her walk-in closet. A sensible pants suit should fit the bill. Instead, her eyes kept returning to a short, shiny black leather skirt. Something she had picked up on her last trip to New York.
"Hmmmmmm," she explained to herself. "That would make more sense for the big city. No need to arrive looking like a country bumpkin."
She pulled the leather skirt off its hanger. Yes, she clucked, the new silk blouse would really work with this. She plucked the blouse off its hanger. And, those beautiful patent leather pumps that her second husband had bought her in that Vegas boutique. Her mind drifted to the lacy bra and panty set she'd just picked up from Fredericks. A little racy maybe, but JJ would never know, and it would really boost her confidence.
By the time she'd spritzed on her favorite perfume and hooked the clasp of her nicest string of pearls, Betty looked more like she was ready for a night on the town than an emergency trip to Chicago.
Oh well, she hummed to herself. Nobody said you couldn't dress up to take a drive.
A little under two hours later, she piloted her black Mercedes onto an offramp just outside downtown Chicago. She steered the car to the hotel - - definitely not a luxury establishment but not as bad as she expected. There was no valet parking but there were plenty of spaces in the lot next to the hotel. She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, exited the car, locked it, and high-heeled her way to the hotel entrance.
The man behind the front desk - - in his 30s but already balding with a lanky comb over and sagging cheeks - - phoned up to JJ's room. Betty adjusted her skirt and, because the hotel was so overheated and stuffy, she undid one button on her blouse as she rode the noisy elevator to the fifth floor. The dimly lit hallway smelled like boiled cabbage.
She knocked on the hotel room door and shook her hair as she waited for JJ. Rustling movements sounded from the other side of the door, followed by the soft thud of footsteps. The door swung open and she faced JJ, who wore only a white tank top and boxer trunks. Her eyes goggled. His massive, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. Big thighs. Calves like grapefruits. She closed her eyes and exhaled, swaying as she took a half-step backward.
"Betty!" JJ exclaimed, grinning.
Her eyes shot open and a wave of hot blood flushed through her skin from her toes to her hair. Her temples speckled with sweat and her chest heaved as she drew a deep breath.
JJ swiped a hand through his hair and pulled the door open completely. Betty returned his smile as her eyes slowly trawled downward and then upward. The air around her head grew thick and heavy. Her brain lurched and then relaxed. The heat across her skin settled into a warm, delicious glow.
"It's you," JJ continued. "What a surprise."
A wide, happy smile stretched across Betty's lips and she straightened her back, pushing her big tits upward and outward. JJ's eyes fastened on to them and she watched him reflexively lick his lips. When his blue eyes returned to hers, she felt herself slipping easily onto a path cast by fate. A door had opened and, suddenly, she was excited to cross its threshold.
"Y-y-yes," she stuttered at first, instinctively raising a hand to pat her hair. "My... uh...friend called. She said you needed help."
JJ's smile collapsed into a frown.
"Jeez," he said in a low voice. "This is embarrassing. Yeah. I guess I underestimated how much things cost."
Betty nodded and glanced up and down the hallway. Her mouth was dry and her skin pricked with anticipation.
"Oh," JJ said. "Wow. Sorry. Do you want to come in?"
Betty smile tightened and she nodded..
"Do you think I should?" She asked.
A look of confusion passed over JJ's face and he shifted on his bare feet. His eyes swept up and down her body and he nodded.
"Yeah, I think you definitely should," he said, stepping aside.
Betty swallowed - - a wave of satisfaction swamping any whispers of hesitation.
Of course, the original plan had been to just drop the money off at the front desk. But, on second thought, she supposed it would be safer to actually hand him the cash in her purse. She had visualized herself sliding the envelope under the door or even dropping it, knocking, and scurrying away. She swore to herself as she stood on outside the hotel room that she never imagined she would actually meet him, much less enter his room.
She blinked and squared her shoulders. A brief image of JJ - - his face stretched with pleasure, his muscles tensing, his mouth cranked open - - flashed across her mind. She flashed a smile and stepped past him.
The door clicked shut behind her and she was just about to turn around when JJ's big arm circled her waist and a giant hand clamped onto her plump breast. She gasped and her body went rigid.
"I'm sorry," JJ whispered, his hot breath gusting against her ear. "I just can't resist. Your tits are too incredible."
She looked down to see his hand testing her breast - - cupping and squeezing it, sending darts of pleasure up and down her torso. His arm tightened and he pulled her plush ass against his crotch.
