3 comments/ 12414 views/ 11 favorites Angel Heaven By: SubmissiveRomantic Edited by Michael-Leonard * Chapter 1 Paul Cullen was a self-employed programmer and computer consultant. He lived in a small two bedroom apartment in a fifty year-old garden apartment complex in northern New Jersey. The neighbors, mostly young adults, single or recently married and just starting out their lives, kept to themselves. The complex had been built adjacent to the state highway which served as a major access route to New York City. Every morning the bus stop at the corner was packed with commuters waiting for the next bus into the City and their places of employment. That was how Paul had started his career; working for a large consulting firm in the City. Soon the daily grind, the late hours, the never-ending traffic and delays began to take their toll. As the firm had grown, management had started to ignore some of its smaller, not-as-profitable clients. When two of his clients complained to Paul about the poor service, he saw his opportunity to escape. He told them that if they would be patient with him, and if they sent the company a formal notification ending their contracts, he could serve their needs at night and on the weekends. Six months later, after working the equivalent of two full time jobs, he submitted his resignation and set up his own consulting business. Careful not to run afoul of the non-compete clause he had signed when he first started, he built his business slowly, advertising in trade magazines, attending trade shows and encouraging word-of-mouth advertising by his clients. It took several more years of hard work, long hours, and frugal living, but he finally had a successful business and a comfortable, if not extravagant, life style. One of his major customers was a company whose business was electrical parts distribution. They were a small player in an industry that was dominated by two or three extremely large and highly successful corporations. The company concentrated on the nuts and bolts of the industry, small parts with low markups; they were content in filling that niche. The two owners of the business knew that they would never be rich, but were satisfied making a decent living for themselves and a providing employment for about thirty hard-working employees. The writing was on the wall; within ten years, maybe sooner, they would be forced to sell the company because each year their client base, primarily small manufacturers, were moving overseas. Paul was well aware of this fact. They also had a more pressing problem. Their systems and their hardware were old and outdated. It was 1995 and Y2K was looming over the horizon. The owners had given him the task of maintaining their existing systems and hardware instead of planning for an anticipated switchover to a Windows-based platform. Much of his efforts for the company were spent on finding used replacement equipment and program patches. He was spending more and more time there, after hours, just maintaining their systems. The company was located in a large industrial park, near the New York/New Jersey state line, in a small run down warehouse. The offices were clean and neat, and every square foot was utilized for sales and sales support. The servers were located in a small area carved out of the warehouse; that's where his workstation was located. It was cold in the winter, and because of the large window air conditioner, noisy in the summer. It was usually nine or ten o'clock in the evening, sometimes later, when he would be finished for the evening. On the way home, he would stop at his favorite place for a late night dinner, Angel Heaven, a strip club located just outside of the complex. The place was relatively small with a three-sided bar, each side lined with fifteen stools. The beer taps were located at the corners and a narrow aisle for the bartenders separated the bar from the raised stage located in the center. The perimeter of the room was lined with small bar-height tables and chairs. The capacity of the room was about one hundred and twenty. Angel Heaven was a blue collar joint. No fancy drinks, the décor was nondescript, the music was loud, and when the dancers were working so was the crowd. Paul normally avoided the place on Friday nights, that's when it was really crowed and trouble usually happened. During the week, however, it was a great place to get a great burger and a beer, and to get an eyeful of some of the most beautiful girls Paul had ever seen. You see, Paul was a 30-year-old virgin. It was not that he was bad looking; he could best be described as cute. His blond hair, blue eyes and dazzling smile would have made him a real catch if it wasn't for his size. In his boots, he stood a mere five foot, five inches tall and weighed around one hundred and twenty pounds. Ever since he could remember he was always one of, if not the shortest, person in his class or where ever he worked. It seemed that girls looked upon him as a companion; a friend, not someone they wanted as a lover. That was the reason Paul buried himself into the world of computers; they didn't care about his size. Being a semi regular, Paul had gotten to know Dave the bartender pretty well. When things were slow, Dave would park himself across from Paul and they would talk sports and current events or just watch the dancer. On one such occasion, Paul had noticed a set of rings handing from the rafters just above the stage. "Hey Dave, what are the gymnastic rings for?" "Those are for when Angel takes the stage." "Angel, as in the owner?" "That's her; you've never seen her act have you? You're usually gone by the time she comes on. You should plan on staying late one Friday night. She only works Friday nights, and usually comes on around midnight and puts on quite a show." That became his plan for this particular evening. It was a Friday evening around ten thirty and he was determined to stay to catch Angel's act. Dave hadn't gone into any detail about it; "Why ruin the surprise?" He only said that tonight she was premiering a new act. Around eleven the bar began to fill up with the regulars; the noise level increased noticeably. Suddenly there were shouts coming from directly behind him. Dave came running over in front of him shouting, "Hey you guys break it up." As Paul spun around on his stool to see what was happening, a fight broke out right in front of him. A big guy was throwing punches in all directions as three smaller guys tried unsuccessfully to subdue him. Paul jumped off his stool in an effort to escape the melee. Instead, he ended up right in the middle of it. Before he could even think, the big guy hit him with a powerful right hand which sent him backwards against the bar. He sagged down to the floor between two stools, stunned. As he began to regain consciousness, he could hear somewhere in the distance, someone, a woman he thought, shouting; there was more fighting going on but he didn't know where. Suddenly, two powerful hands were grabbing him by the front of his shirt and lifting him clear off the ground. The woman's voice was louder now, it seemed like it was right in front of him. "I'll teach you to come into my place and try to break up the joint." That's when everything seemed to happen at once. He felt one of the hands that were holding him let go; he heard Dave somewhere behind him shouting, "No Ang, stop," and his vision cleared just in time to see the massive right arm of the huge woman holding him up swing forward, her bare fist connecting solidly on the left side of his face. He felt an intense pain and then everything went black. Chapter 2 The sunlight was just beginning to shine into the room as the first morning rays edged over the horizon. He heard someone moan; and feeling the pain in face and the throbbing in his head, realized that it was him. 'Where am I?' he thought as he glanced around the room. He had to turn his head to see what was to his left because he couldn't see anything out of his left eye. That's when he saw her, sleeping in the chair next to the bed. 'She's the one that hit me. I've got to get out of here.' He threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed. He immediately stopped; first of all his head started pounding even harder than before and second he realized that he was completely naked. He pulled back the covers and tried to think. All the movement caused Angel to wake up. "Oh, thank god you're awake; I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital," she said as she stood up and walked over to the side of the bed. He laid there, panic beginning to overwhelm him. She was the biggest woman he had ever seen. She was not just tall, she was huge; her shoulders were wide, her arms were thickly-muscled, her tee shirt was straining to contain her chest and it appeared close to losing the battle. An off-duty EMT that had been in the bar last night had told her to watch him for signs of a possible concussion. After examining him, he had told her that nothing seemed to be seriously damaged, that the only thing Angel had to watch for was vomiting. "He's out cold now, he'll probably just sleep until morning, don't let him out of your sight until then." "How do you feel? Nauseous?" "How do you think I feel? My face hurts like hell and my head is pounding." The words slipped out before he realized it; the last thing he wanted to do was to antagonize this Amazon of a woman. "Do you remember what happened last night?" "Yeah, you hit me." "Yes, that's true. I'm really sorry about that. I thought you were one of the guys that tried to jump Gus. He was the big guy. I was just coming down stairs to get ready for my act when I saw the fight break out. I turned the corner around the bar just when he hauled off on you. I thought you were with them. Three guys that Gus works with followed him here last night after work and tried to settle an argument that started at work. I don't tolerate fighting in my place; it's bad for business. I threw them all out after giving them something to remind them about my rules. I was about to do the same to you when Dave yelled to me. I'm so sorry; I just couldn't stop in time. He explained to me that you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's when I picked you up and carried you up here." "Why am I naked?" "I had to get you out of your bloody clothes before I could put you in my bed. Gus must have hit you right in the nose, because by the time I picked you up, the front of your shirt and your pants were soaked with blood right down to your briefs. I soaked your clothes in cold water and washed them last night. They should be dry by now." "Can you get them for me?" He said holding the covers tightly up to his chin. "Of course. I'll be back in a couple of minutes so you can dress. You know you have nothing to be embarrassed about. For a little guy you're packing a pretty good-sized piece of meat down there." Angel laughed as she closed the door behind her. She went down to the basement, took his jeans and underwear and socks out of the dryer and his shirt off the hangar, and after checking for any blood stains, brought them back upstairs. When she got back, she knocked on the door and found him still in bed. "Here are your clothes; they're clean. I was able to get all the blood stains out. If you want, the bathroom is across the hall; feel free to take a shower, I'll be in the kitchen. I'll make us a pot of coffee." Paul's brain was telling him to get up, get dressed, and get out; but he found her fascinating and wanted to learn more about this not-so-gentle giant. He put on his underwear, picked up the rest of his clothes and headed for the bathroom. She had laid out a towel and a wash cloth for his use. Soon he was in the shower. The hot water felt good on his back, alleviating the pain from his body. When he was done, as he drying off, he examined his face in the mirror. His nose was swollen, but appeared to be unbroken. His left eye was completely shut and his cheek and jaw appeared to be swollen as well. One good thing was that he didn't appear to be cut at all. After dressing he left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, the aroma of fresh coffee and bacon and eggs overwhelmed his senses. "I made us breakfast; I hope you'll stay?" "Angel, it looks delicious, thanks." She steered him to his chair and, before bringing his breakfast, examined his face. "I'm afraid you'll be sporting a pretty nasty shiner for the next week or so. I'm so sorry. Here's some orange juice and a couple of Advil for the pain." He took the Advil, washed them down with the orange juice, and looked over the huge plate of bacon and eggs that she placed on the table. "Are you expecting anyone else for breakfast? That's enough for four people," he said with a smile. "Not when you're as big and muscular as I am. I have to eat a lot just to maintain my muscle mass. I work out hard every day. Judging by your lack of muscle tone, you don't." He watched in amazement as she took half of what was on the serving plate. "I never was into sports and working out just doesn't interest me; besides I never seem to have the time." "You have to make the time; it's good for you. Working out will keep you healthy, and based upon your performance last night, you certainly need it." "Hey, that's not fair; both of you cold-cocked me if I'm not mistaken. I never had a chance to defend myself." "In my case do you think it would have mattered?" she said as she stood and did a double bicep pose. He gulped, awestruck at her massive arms and chest. "No, but I could have run; I'm really fast." She gave a hearty laugh and sat back down. "Angel" "Please call me Ang, all my friends do." "Thanks, I certainly don't want to be your enemy. Ang, can I ask you how you got so big and strong?" "Sure; let me tell you about myself. I grew up in Southern California. Both my parents were into the physical fitness life-style of the area. They were both tall and good-looking and it seemed that they were always working out. I started out in gymnastics at a very young age. I developed a lot of upper body strength for a young girl. I was always challenging the boys in school to contests of strength. Whether it was arm wrestling, pull-ups or push-ups, none of them could keep up with me. I did gymnastics for a number of years until I literally outgrew it. I was heartbroken when they told me at the age of thirteen that I was too big for most of the events and not graceful enough for the others." "What did you do then?" "I still loved the fact that I was so much stronger than the kids I went to school with so I started working out with my mom every chance I got. My parents had built a pretty elaborate gym in the garage. They had lined the floor with mats and they had free weights, a weight bench, a chinning bar, a set of gymnastic rings, a heavy bag and a speed bag. My mother taught me how to do various exercises and also showed me how to box. She had belonged to a gym when she was growing up and had been taught by the local pro. She had never fought anyone, but knew a lot about it." "Wait a minute; she taught you how to box?" "Well, yes. She taught me how to throw punches, how to stand, how to move, and how to avoid getting hit. We even used to spar together as I got a little older. As the years went on I grew some more and got even stronger. Soon I was a lot bigger than she was and had to be careful not to hurt her. When I was a junior in high school, one of the football players ran into me in the hallway. He just bounced off me and fell to the ground. I offered him my hand to help him up, but because he was getting razed by some of his friends he slapped my hand away and instead started calling me names. At that time I was probably about six foot three and weighed over two hundred pounds. I shrugged my shoulders and started to walk away. He just wouldn't shut up, he kept calling me names, lard butt, freak, stuff like that. When you're different than everybody else, and you're only seventeen you're very self-conscious about everything. They were all laughing at me. I turned and walked right up to him and his friends and shoved him against the lockers. I told him to shut up or I'd shut him up. He pushed me back, his hands grabbing at my breasts. I started to beat him; it was only a matter of a minute and he was on the floor. I started walking away again when one of his friends jumped on my back. I shook him off and hit him three times. Then I turned to the others and started shouting for them to fight." "That's when the Vice Principal came around the corner. After surveying the scene, he took me down to his office. I was lucky that I wasn't expelled or sued; I only got suspended for a week. The story spread like wildfire through the school. By the time I was allowed to return to classes, I had beat up half of the football team. After that, even if I had wanted to go out on a date no one dared to ask me. It seemed like no guy wanted to go out with someone who could beat the crap out of them. As a result of that, everyone was positive that I was a lesbian." "I turned inward, became a loner in school, and spent all my free time weight-lifting and taking out my hostilities on the heavy bag." "Gee Ang, that must have been tough on you. I had the same problem but for the opposite reason. Everyone in my school thought that, because I was small and slight of build and, shall we say rather pale, that I must be a homosexual. I never went out on any dates; no self-respecting girl would even give me the time of day from a romantic stand-point. I turned to my computer and learned everything I could about it." "Wow, and I thought I had it tough. It looks like we were made for each other. You know what they say, opposites attract." He looked across the table dumbfounded at what he had just heard. He thought to himself, 'Was she implying that maybe we should go out together some time? How could I possibly hope to be man enough for someone as beautiful, sweet and sexy as her?' Paul finished what was on his plate and watched as she finished what was left on the serving plate. She got up from the table took the dishes to the sink and rinsed them off. "Paul, I'm really enjoying our conversation; can you stay for a while longer?" He looked at his watch; it was nine thirty on a Saturday and having no appointments scheduled that morning he told her he'd like to call his answering machine to check for messages. There were no messages. "Do you want to come downstairs and watch me work out? We can talk some more and you can see if anything interests you." Paul knew she meant any type of exercise that would interest him, but he had something entirely different in mind. "I'll be right back, I just have to change into my workout clothes; I'll be right back." Five minutes later she came out of her room, dressed in a loose-fitting sweatshirt, a pair of cutoff sweat pants, and white socks. "OK, follow me." They went out the kitchen door and down a winding staircase. She opened the door, reached in and turned on the lights. The basement had a ten foot high ceiling and seemed to run the length of the building. It was old; the joists which supported the floor above were thick, hand-cut and darkened with age. The room itself was spotless. They walked through a section of the room; on one side was the laundry, and on the other side were several walk-in coolers for the bar above, along with stacks of cases of empty beer bottles. When they passed through a double-wide arch, she turned on another set of switches and the back half of the basement lit up. It looked like what he had imagined as she was describing the gym in her parents' garage. On one side there were several weight sets, a weight bench and a curl machine; on the other side she had a heavy bag and a speed bag; in the center, hanging from one of the beams, was a set of rings and what looked like a trapeze. Paul knew that couldn't be what it was used for because the ceiling was too low. Angel Heaven Angel got down on the mat-covered floor and began stretching; soon she was doing some push-ups and sit- ups, followed by jumping jacks and some squat-thrusts. Paul stood there amazed that this was her warm up; if it was him he'd have been exhausted. Looking around and seeing a chair against the wall, he took a seat. "Ang, how did a California girl end up in New York State?" "That was my father's doing. I told you that I was a big kid, in my senior year I finally stopped growing; I was just over six feet four inches and weighed two hundred twenty five pounds. I had three inches and twenty five pounds on my father. "One day I came home from school and found my mother crying in her room. My father had beaten her up pretty badly. He had come home from his job, telling her that he was leaving her. A nasty shouting match followed; one thing led to another and a fight broke out. "He had left the house taking his clothes with him. Apparently he also wanted some of the equipment from the garage, because a couple of hours later he came back with his pickup truck. Mom was too scared to confront him and wanted to call the police. I told her to wait fifteen minutes and then call. In the meantime I went out the front door and walked around the house and stood between him and his truck. "'You bastard, if you think you're leaving here, think again; you're going to have to get past me.' "We walked slowly towards each other. I knew he was strong, but I was stronger, bigger and faster and my mother had trained me well. We squared off. He was a brawler, I was a fighter. I hit him with five heavy jabs before he even threw his first punch, which I blocked easily. 'Is that all you got old man? You better show me more than that. I'm no forty year-old woman; you're going to pay for what you did to her.' "He tried to tackle me, but I caught him with my knee, straightened him up, and began to beat him. When the police finally showed up they had to pull me off of him. I had beaten him to within an inch of his life. They were ready to arrest me, when my Mom came out of the house and told them the story of his beating her and me coming to her defense. "My father was arrested and because of his prior arrest record received a five year sentence for aggravated assault. Mom sold the house, which had been in her name only, and we moved east to upstate New York. We found out some time later, through friends, that he had been killed in prison. I guess he wasn't as tough as he thought he was. Mom met a really nice guy, a widower, about five years ago and they got married. I didn't want to be a distraction so I moved out, found this place, and turned it around." Angel walked to the weight bench, and after adjusting the amount of weight, began what she called her heavy arm workout. Paul watched as she settled in under the heavily laden bar and eased it off the rack. She made it look so easy as she pushed the bar upward, until her arms were almost straight then lowered it to her chest. Angel did twelve reps, then re-racked the bar. She stood, slipped another ten pounds on each side, and repeated the exercise. She repeated the process one more time adding another ten pounds. Paul had to stand at this point, turn his back to her and adjust the growing erection which had made him more and more uncomfortable. When he turned back, she was sitting on the bench, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. She knew she was turning him on and that made him blush all the more. Angel walked over to what had looked like a trapeze and began to do chin-ups. As she started he glanced over at the bench and did a quick calculation; one forty-pounder, two twenty-fives, and three tens on each side: two hundred and forty pounds, plus the bar. He thought to himself, 'Oh my God, that's over twice my weight; how strong *is* she?" Paul turned back to watch her. She was still doing her chin-ups, only now she had raised her legs straight out in front so she looked like she was sitting. He could hear her counting out her reps; when she reached one hundred, she lowered her legs and dropped to the floor. "Ang what are these used for?" He asked pointing to the rings hanging from the ceiling and the shiny brass pole close by. "I use those when I'm practicing for my act. You've never seen me on stage yet, have you? Dave was telling me that that was the reason why you were here last night." He nodded his head. "Well," she said softly smiling at him, "if you're really good, maybe someday soon I'll give you a private showing." She laughed out loud as she turned and walked over to the heavy bag, picking up a pair of fingerless gloves from a nearby table. She set a timer that was also on the table and stood in front of the bag. She took a couple of deep breaths and started. Paul was shocked at the ferocity with which she pounded the bag. She was throwing punches with both hands, from various Angeles as she circled the swinging bag. The room echoed with the smacks and thuds of each punch landing solidly. After a minute or two he was exhausted and he was just watching. Paul kept picturing in his mind the football players from high school and her father trying to stand up to this Amazon's onslaught, realizing now what an act of futility that must have been. His hand moved up to the side of his face, the swelling seemed to have gone down, but he could still feel the lump under his eye. 'It's a wonder that my head is still on my shoulders,' he thought. To say that he was intimidated by her sheer power was a gross understatement. No, he was truly afraid of her. And yet something more, something he couldn't quite define, was rising in him as well. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it a little of both? Paul didn't know, but the more he watched her, the more he wanted to find out. After twenty minutes of constant action, the alarm sounded. Angel threw two more hooks one with each hand and a final overhand right and ceased her onslaught. She stood, silently in front of the bag, bent at the waist, her hands on her knees, sweat dripping down her face as she slowly cooled down, her breathing returning to normal. She looked up at him with a smile on her face. "That is the best work out that I know of. I get to work my entire upper body, my legs, my core and my stamina, plus it relieves any built up stress. The only downside is that afterwards I get extremely horny." She winked at him and said, "That's all for today, follow me." Paul's mind was racing as he followed her up the stairs. 'Omigod, she's going to rape me, isn't she?' They stopped when they reached the first floor landing. She reached over and opened the door that led to the back parking lot. "Paul, it's been a lot of fun and a pleasure getting to know you. I hope we'll be seeing more of each other soon. Once again, I'm really sorry about hitting you last night. Please give me a call -- you can reach me though the bar -- and stop in any time." Then she bent over and kissed him. It wasn't a hot and heavy kiss, but it wasn't a peck on the cheek either. "You'd better go now," she said, her voice husky. With that she gently guided him out the door and closed it behind him. Paul walked to his car which was still where he left it the night before. All the way home he kept reviewing the events of this morning, kept analyzing the facts and kept coming up with the same conclusion: 'I think she likes me; I really think she likes me.' Paul vowed to see her again, and soon. Chapter 3 For the next couple of days, he stayed in his apartment working on a new report for his client. It probably would have gone faster if he could have kept the thought of seeing Angel again out of his mind. On Monday afternoon, Paul drove back down to his client. He had a meeting with the president of the company, during which he took some good natured ribbing about his black eye. "You really should learn to duck. In fact, judging from your appearance you should probably just learn how to run." They both had a good laugh; Paul never did tell him how or who gave him the black eye. Based upon previous conversations with him Paul knew he had never set foot in Angel Heaven, had never seen Angel, and would never let him live down the fact that a woman had done it. After five, he went back to his workstation, loaded the new program, adding it as a choice for the president's use only, and ran the report. Paul reviewed the report with him. He made a couple of changes and added an additional request. Paul told him he'd work on it now and leave a copy of the report under his door. By seven o'clock he had made the necessary programming changes, ran the revised report and, as agreed, left it under his door. Paul could hardly wait to get a burger and a beer. He drove over to Angel Heaven, parked in the back and walked into the bar. As soon as Dave spotted him he shouted, "Paul, it's good to see you up and about; should I put in your usual order?" Paul nodded and walked over to his usual seat. He felt a large hand grab his shoulder, turned and looked up. There was Gus; panic instantly overwhelmed him. He quickly said, "Hi, I'm so sorry about the other night. Dave told me what happened, what I had done, and what happened after Angel threw me out." He took out a twenty and left it on the bar. "Let me buy your dinner tonight." When Paul tried to refuse, he just looked and said, "Please, it's the least I can do." Reluctantly, Paul accepted both his offer and his hand. Pleased, Gus turned and headed back to his table and rejoined his friends. Dave brought over Paul's burger and fries and whispered in his ear. "Ang read him the riot act when he first came in. He's a really nice guy and probably would have offered anyway, but she made him an offer he couldn't refuse, if you know what I mean." Paul knew exactly what he meant and a chill went down his spine. "Does Ang know that I'm here?" he asked. "She knows; she told me to send you up after you've had your meal. The door to the back staircase is over there." "Thanks." Paul savored his meal; he had a second pint of beer and still had enough money left from the twenty to leave Dave a sizeable tip. He got up off his stool, nodded his appreciation to Gus, and headed for the back door. He felt like a high school kid as he climbed the stairs. Paul couldn't wait to be with Ang again. He knocked on the door and waited. He heard footsteps and the door opened. "Hi Paul, It's good to see you again. Come on in." When he stepped into the kitchen, she closed the door behind him and they turned to face each other. She was dressed in western boots, which added another two inches to her height, a pair of blue jeans that clung to her body in all the right places, and a white Angel Heaven tee shirt, which showcased her chest, shoulders and arms. Paul couldn't help noticing that her nipples were erect and right at his eye level. He forced himself to look up into her eyes. They walked through the kitchen and into the living room. As they passed the second of the two bedrooms, Paul looked in. It was set up like an office; on a desk was a TV monitor. He stopped and looked at it more closely. Ang said, "That's my security system, I can look at six different views of the bar and both parking lots from here. I also saw that you met Gus." "Yeah I did," he said," thanks for dinner." "Don't thank me, that was Gus's idea. I'm just glad for his sake that you came in tonight; otherwise, I'm sure he would have felt obligated to be here every night until you did." They sat on the sofa for a while and got to know each other a little better. Angel suddenly got up and said, "Let's go for a ride." She grabbed a denim jacket, her bag and keys, and they headed out the door. "We'll use my truck." It was a new Ford 150. Even in the dim light of the parking lot you could tell that it was absolutely clean and highly polished. It looked like a show truck. Paul had barely enough time to climb in and shut his door before she took off like a bat out of hell. "Where are we going?" "We're going to the mall. I need a couple of things, OK?" "Sure, you're the boss." She looked over at him and smiled. Paul held the door as they entered and she took his hand as they strolled through the mall. The place was packed with shoppers and teenagers just hanging around. It was a great place for people watching. As they walked, he watched people's expressions as they approached. The expression on their faces when they looked up at Ang was priceless. Paul wasn't quite sure why, but he felt that they were also looking at him and shaking their heads. They must have looked truly bazaar. Angel was a foot taller and outweighed him by almost one hundred pounds. Paul didn't realize exactly why they were getting the looks that they did, however, until they stood in front of one of the shop windows. It was then that he saw in their reflection what strangers were seeing. With his black eye, it looked like she was an abuser, a spouse beater. Paul knew that's what came to his mind, hoping that it was not an omen of things to come. They continued walking until they reached the Victoria's Secret store. He hesitated as she started to enter. "Come on, don't be shy, you can help me pick out some things for my act." Paul got the same look from the sales associate that came over to help her. "I need something like that," pointing up to a large picture of one of their beautiful models dressed in a red baby doll pajama set. "If you have that style in my size, I'll take one in every color that you have." As the sales girl scurried around looking for what Ang wanted; Paul turned and stared up at the picture again, imagining how it would look on Angel's muscular body. He was brought back to reality by a tapping on his shoulder. "I'm going to try one of them on for size; come over by the dressing room and wait for me." They went into the dressing room together while he waited patiently by the door. After fifteen minutes or so the sales girl came out; she seemed a little flushed, like she was getting a fever. "I have never seen a woman with a body like hers," was all she managed to say as she rushed past and disappeared into the stock room. "Oh Paul, what do you think?" He looked into the changing room, as the door of one of the changing booths suddenly opened and there she stood. The red baby doll did almost nothing to hide her body; yet still left the best parts to be revealed. Paul stood there, with his mouth open, too stunned to speak. "That's just the reaction I was going for, thanks." She smiled that smile of hers and closed the door. By the time she came out of the dressing room, he had his erection back under control. She took him by the arm and they walked up to the register. "I'll take all six." She gave the sales girl her credit card and, after signing the receipt, blew her a kiss and off they went. This time she held him with her arm over his shoulder as he held her by the waist. As they approached the truck, Paul asked her, "What took you so long in the booth?" "I think that sales girl is into girls more than guys. I asked her to help me put on the top because I didn't want to damage it. When she saw me standing there naked she just about lost it. I could hear her breathing become faster and saw how she was looking at me. I thought I'd give her a treat, so after I got it on I looked her in the eye and whispered, 'Watch this.' I struck a double bicep pose, and then took her under her arms and lifted her until her head was almost against the ceiling. I felt her body shake and got a definite whiff of her scent as she came. I put her back down and she practically ran out of the booth." Damn! he was completely hard again. They climbed into the truck and headed back. Neither said anything, there was definitely something developing between them. When they pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck in her reserved spot, Ang turned off the engine and they sat there in silence. Finally she began to speak, "Paul neither of us is a kid any more. I for one don't have time for the dating games, and I am neither coy nor shy about going after what I want. I know I really like you a lot, and I think you like me. So let's not waste any more time playing games with each other. Do you want to spend the night?" Paul slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her down. He kissed her once, and then kissed her again more passionately. "Does that answer your question?" Chapter 4 They used the back entrance and went into the bar. Ang walked over to Dave and whispered something in his ear, turned, grabbed Paul's hand and led him out the door and up the staircase to her apartment. Once they were inside, she locked the back door and said, "Let's get a couple of beers and go into the living room." Paul let her lead the way, once again marveling at the way her muscular butt swayed from side to side as she walked. She took a seat on the sofa and indicated that he should join her. Leaning forward she reached down and, with considerable effort, removed her boots and socks. "Why don't you get a little more comfortable?" Taking his cue, he did the same. Soon they were sitting with their feet up, sipping on their beers, unsure what their next move was going to be. "Paul, I don't mind telling you that I'm a little scared right now. I've never done anything like this before." Taking her hand in his Paul replied, "I can't imagine you being scared of anything or anyone." She smiled back at him and said, "I know I sound tough. I've been fighting and sticking up for myself all of my life, but this is different. I don't know what to do and I don't want to make a fool of myself." "Who's going to know, it's just me and you and I've never done it either," he replied. "We'll just have to help each other won't we?" At that she started to laugh and then, pointing down at their bare feet, she commented: "I guess that busts the old myth I used to hear; you can judge how big a guy is down there by the size of his feet. I've already seen it and I know." Paul had to admit to myself that she was right; he wore a size eight shoe and, fully erect, he was eight-and-a-quarter. He chuckled to himself, 'when you're young and my height, you look for any bright spots in life, and every quarter-inch is important.' "Ang, we don't have to do this if you're not ready," he said. Standing up, she took him by the hand and led him towards her bedroom. "I've never backed down from a challenge before and I'm certainly not going to start now." They stood next to the bed as he watched her take the bottom of her tee shirt and pull it up over her head in one fluid motion. She dropped it on the floor at his feet. Paul stood there admiring her body, her rock-solid abs and massive arms and shoulders. "Well, come on; what are you waiting for? Don't make me come over there and rip the clothes off your back," she said only half joking. Paul quickly began to unbutton his shirt as he watched her struggle out of her jeans. In a matter of seconds they were down to their underwear. As he started to remove his briefs she reached out, grabbed his hand, and told him to stop. "I want to unwrap my present if you don't mind." Getting down on her knees in front of him and looking up into his eyes, she smiled and slowly slid Paul's briefs down to the floor. His cock was rock-hard and pointing directly into her face. "It's even more beautiful than before... and bigger, too." She placed her hand around the shaft and slowly moved it back and forth. The feelings he had were beyond words; this was the first time in Paul's life that anyone besides himself had touched him like this. Paul closed his eyes to better experience every sensation. That's when he felt something else that he'd never felt before. His eyes shot open and he looked down to see Angel slowly circling her tongue around the crown. Angel Heaven Paul whispered, "Ang, please stop; I'm so close, I don't know if I can hold out much longer." She didn't stop; instead, she took the entire head into her mouth as she continued her manipulations with her hand and tongue. He felt the eruption boiling up seemingly from his toes as his hands flew to her shoulders to keep himself from falling over. "Oh God, Ang, I'm cumming," he gasped as his body jerked forward completely out of control. When Paul finally came down from his orgasmic high and his breathing returned to a more normal level, he opened his eyes and looked into hers as she knelt there smiling. "That was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced." "I guess I did it right, then. I've never done that before. I never realized that I could get so much pleasure out of watching someone else's pleasure, knowing that I was causing it. I didn't know what to expect, it wasn't bad at all; not demeaning or yucky like I overheard heard some girls in high school saying." Paul reached out took her hands and urged her to stand. "Now it's my turn to unwrap my present," he whispered as he guided her backwards onto the side of the bed. Taking the hint, she sat on the edge and eased down onto her back as he pulled her panties down. Her pussy was completely bare, the lips moist and puffy; at the top her clit already appeared to be extended out from under its hood. Paul guided her legs up over his shoulders and leaned forward placing gentle kisses along the outer lips, a trail leading up to the top then down the other side. He planned on worshiping here at her altar forever; but as he began to run his tongue in long slow licks up each side, Paul heard her moan and begin to arch her body off the bed. Her scent filled his nostrils and moisture began to leak from her. He knew she was close, so he began to circle his tongue around her extended clit. Her actions intensified and he felt her hands on the back of his head. Taking this as a good sign, Paul began to suck on her love button as he lathered it with his tongue. He heard her scream of pleasure and felt her body shake and suddenly go rigid. That's when everything suddenly changed. Paul felt intense pressure and pain as her legs clamped together around his head. All sound was cut off and his world narrowed down to her pussy alone. Paul began to panic as his oxygen ran out. He tried in vain to separate her legs and started punching on her thighs. Finally he felt her legs relax, and was able to lift his head. He gulped in the fresh air as he sank down to the floor at her feet. "Oh God, Paul! I'm so sorry, are you all right?" he heard her say as she sat up and pulled him up and held him as she fell back onto the bed. After a few moments he nodded. Ang smothered him with kisses as she maneuvered them around until she had her head on her pillow. "Paul, that was fantastic. It's been a long time since I've cum that hard. I can hardly wait for the main event." She squeezed him and held him to her chest, and then lifted Paul up until her arms were straight, and then lowered him to kiss him. She kept doing that until she could feel his erection nuzzling between her legs. "You really do like my muscles, don't you?" "Just knowing how strong you are and how much power you have over me really turns me on," Paul acknowledged. "It turns me on, too" As she began to move him into position, Paul suddenly realized that they had never discussed birth control. "Ang, are you on the pill?" "No, but we don't have to worry; I haven't had a period in about five years. My doctor said it was probably due to all the weight lifting and exercise that I do; he said something about a hormonal imbalance." She opened her legs wider in order to give him better access and, when he felt the tip of his cock nestle between her lips, Paul applied a little pressure. He felt her moist heat as he slowly entered her. Expecting resistance, he stopped and said, "This may hurt a bit." She smiled up at him and said, "I don't care, just give it all to me. Please, now; I need it so badly." Who was he to argue with such a magnificent woman? He shoved his hips forward, not stopping until there was nothing left to give her. "Just hold it there for a minute," she hissed, "let me get used to the feeling. I feel stuffed." Paul held perfectly still, feeling the pressure she was exerting around his sensitive cock. "OK, let's start out slowly." Paul started to withdraw and then moved forward again; slowly in short strokes and then longer, quicker, deeper thrusts. He didn't know how he knew to do this; it seemed that he was on autopilot, nature was taking over and Paul was going along for the ride. And what a ride it was. With each thrust she encouraged him to give her more, harder and deeper. She pulled his head down to her breasts and offered first one then the other for him to suck. Paul bit on her nipple and was rewarded with a moan of desire. He could feel her breathing quicken and watched with wonder as she became more flushed and suddenly screamed out: "Oh, my God, I'm cumming again!" Her legs wrapped around his thighs and she slammed him deep into her and held him there; Paul could feel her pussy contracting around him, milking his cock as he, too, exploded within her. Paul lay there on top of her, feeling her powerful arms hugging him, wanting the feeling to never end. Paul looked deep into her eyes and whispered, "Angel, I love you." "I love you, too" After several minutes he reluctantly pulled out of her and they took turns in the bathroom, before curling up in each other's arms for the night. The morning light was just beginning to invade the room when he awoke. Paul had never experienced waking up next to someone before, especially next to such a sexy woman. As he lay there admiring her body, recalling all of the feelings and emotions from the previous night, Paul could feel himself becoming aroused again. He wanted to give her a special wake up call, so he decided that a little oral stimulation would be perfect. But then he remembered what happened the last time, so instead of crawling up between her legs, Paul decided to reverse position. Kneeling next to her as she lay there on her back, he gently pulled her legs up until her knees were bent and, placing his arms between her legs, spread them giving him better access. He began kissing and licking her and was rewarded with soft moans. Paul thought she was still sleeping until he suddenly felt two large hands gripping my hips and she lifted him directly over her face. "Well, that is certainly a nice way to wake up," she said just before he felt her mouth close around his erection. She lifted her legs higher and his hands slid up the bed, hooking her legs under his arm pits and holding them apart. Paul felt her lifting him up and down like she was working out on the weight bench, all the time keeping his cock in her mouth. He probed as deep as he could with his tongue and was rewarded with an increasing amount of her fluids. He could feel his chin rubbing on her clit. Paul could tell she was close and thought he was prepared for her orgasm. Suddenly, everything changed again. One minute he was enjoying the sensations her mouth was giving him and the pleasure he knew he was giving her. Then, just as he began to cum, Paul felt himself being propelled towards the foot of the bed as her legs slammed down onto the mattress catapulting his body off the end of the bed. He would have landed face first on the floor if she hadn't grabbed his foot and held him. She let him down until his hands touched the floor and he was able to bring himself down for a soft landing. Paul stood at the foot of the bed as they looked at each other and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I guess we're going to have to figure out something else if I'm going to be able to safely have oral sex with you," he exclaimed. "I'm sure we'll think of something; I really love the way you get me to cum that way." Chapter 5 Paul couldn't believe his luck. Less than a month ago he was a loner, working crazy hours, with no hope of ever meeting anyone, let alone the girl of his dreams. Today, with Dave at his side, he was standing in city hall waiting for his future bride to arrive. When she walked through the door Paul's heart skipped a beat. She looked truly beautiful in a form-fitting black dress and heels, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Her mother was similarly dressed and, although she was over twenty years older than Angel, it was not hard to tell who she got her looks from. Ang's mom, Erika, had driven from upstate the previous morning, along with John, her second husband, for the ceremony. When they met, Paul could see the questioning look in her eyes. After a pleasant afternoon, sitting and getting to know one another, Ang asked Paul to show John around the bar and club. An hour later after having a couple of beers at the bar, they returned to the apartment. Angel and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table chatting over a cup of tea. Paul couldn't quite put his finger on it; but it seemed that the atmosphere had become more pleasant, and that his future mother was more attentive and interested in what he was saying. That evening, after they retired for the evening, Paul asked Ang what she and her mother talked about in his absence. "Well if you must know, I'll tell you. She was a little disappointed when she first met you. She was judging you by your appearance and she felt that I could do better. I told her that you were the best man that I had ever met, that you were kind, gentle, smart, and best of all that you loved me with all your heart. I reminded her that my Dad was a big strong handsome guy who beat her and probably loved himself more than her. That one cut a little too deep, and after some tears we both apologized. That's when I told her that you were big where it counted and always made me very happy." They were married by the mayor and, after an evening of dinner and dancing at a fancy restaurant in the most luxurious hotel in the area, they said goodnight and went upstairs to their rooms. The next morning after an evening of passionate love making, John and Erika drove the newlyweds to the airport. They spent their honeymoon on the island of Aruba. During the day they lounged in the sun, played in the surf and took long walks on the beach. They held hands as they walked; Paul enjoyed the expressions on the faces of the people they passed. Their gaze would always focus on Angel, especially the guys; you could see them take in her beauty, from her face, down her muscular body to her feet and back up again, and then they would look over at him. Some would give him an almost imperceptible nod and a wink; others would just stare at him in amazement. Since neither of them were into partying and the night life that the big hotels offered, they would find quiet out of the way places for dinner; many were where the locals went. They enjoyed each other's company, and after a good meal and a bottle of wine, they were ready to retire for the evening. One evening after a long moon-lit stroll along the beach, upon returning to their room, Angel was in a playful mood. She waited in the bathroom for Paul to get into bed and then stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of her Victoria's Secret baby doll nighties. Paul watched as she slowly, seductively walked towards the bed. They normally slept in the nude so this really got his attention. He could feel himself already becoming aroused. "I think I figured it out," she said climbing into bed. "Figured what out?" he replied as she threw a leg over his body straddling his hips. She didn't say a word; instead Angel leaned forward, clasped her hands around his wrists, and forced his arms up over his head. He could feel her heat as she slowly rubbed herself up and down his now rock hard cock. Paul knew that it was futile for him to struggle against her, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensations he was experiencing. After a couple of minutes, however, he felt her pull his arms back down along the sides of his body at the same time she started to crawl towards his head. He opened his eyes in time to see that she had left off her panties. With one hand, she lifted the back of his head, forcing his mouth against her already moist pussy. With the other she maneuvered his pillow, propping his head up into the desired position. Angel reached out, grabbed the headboard, and began to gyrate over his face. Paul was helpless as she completely dominated him, and he loved every minute of it. He used his tongue and mouth as best as he could to bring her to the brink and braced himself. Angel felt the heat rush up her body as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She held the head board in a death grip as her body tensed and spasm after spasm rocked her world. Paul thought he could hear the wood crack and splinter. When she finally calmed down, she looked down at Paul; all she could she was the top of his head. And then she felt his tongue once again invading her body. Reluctantly, she moved off of his face until she was straddling his hips once again and positioned his cock at the entrance of her now extremely wet and ready pussy. "Honey that was wonderful; are you OK?" Looking up at her, his face glistening with her fluids, he smiled, put his hands on her breasts and in one fluid motion entered her up to the hilt. Sucking in a deep breath she hissed, "God I love that! I can never get enough of you inside me." She leaned forward offering first one nipple and then the other for him to bite and suck; all the time moving her well-trained body back and forth along his entire length. When she felt that he was close, Ang sat up, pressed him down against the mattress and clenched her muscles around him to delay his climax. She saw him wince with pain, released her grip and, after a few moments, resumed her movements. She did this two more times, each time feeling small orgasms ripple through her body. As she commenced again, she knew she could no longer postpone the inevitable. She saw the look in his eyes, silently pleading for her to let him cum. As they both approached the point of no return, Ang sat back, but instead of pinching off his approaching orgasm, she used her internal muscles to milk his over-stimulated cock. Pulling her arms up in a double bicep pose, expanding her chest to its maximum, she whispered: "Cum for your muscle goddess." Paul couldn't take any more. He started groaning as he erupted within her; his upper body jerking off the bed with each spasm. "Uh, uh, uh," was all that came out of his mouth; he felt as if he was being turned inside out. Angel, feeling him cum within her, suddenly was hit with her second powerful orgasm. She sat motionless, luxuriating in the absolute bliss she was sensing throughout her body. When the feelings finally subsided she collapsed next to him, pulling his body close to her in a loving embrace and they both drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night, she felt him gently get up and leave the bed, returning a few minutes later. "I'm sorry if I hurt you; I guess I got a little carried away." "You have nothing to be sorry about; that was the most exciting and wonderful experience of my life. I love you so much." They kissed, hugged each other, reversed positions, and she fell asleep in his arms. Chapter 6 After the honeymoon, they settle in to married life. Paul gave up his apartment and moved his things, mostly computer equipment and manuals, into the office which he now shared with Angel. Because his schedule fluctuated with the whims of his clients, he often only saw her for brief periods of time other than when the both finally made it into bed. One morning however, they were both in the office, each working at their own computer and each having a miserable time. "Ooooo, this bookkeeping program drives me crazy," Angel said, slamming both hands on the desk in frustration. "It's slow, hard to use, and so outdated that I'm afraid to get a new computer because I've heard that it won't work with the new Windows operating system." "I know what you mean; that's what I've been dealing with for the last couple of years; and now with Y2K less than two years away, I'm afraid I'm going to lose a lot of my work to newer and better systems." "Paul, I been thinking. You've been working awfully hard lately, we've been seeing less and less of each other, and you don't seem to be really happy with your job. Why don't you just give up all of your clients?" "If I don't have any clients, how am I going to make any money?" "We don't need your money. I know we really haven't talked about finances yet, and haven't filed our first joint tax return, but I make plenty of money for the both of us." Paul was skeptical, and he said so. He knew the place was always pretty crowded, but how much could she actually be making after paying all the bills? "Honey," Angel replied, "this place is a cash cow. My profit on food is a little over fifty percent and my profit on beer and liquor is over seventy percent. My labor costs are low because the customers pay a lot of payroll costs through their tips. The entertainers, of which I'm one, receive most of their pay from the customers in tips. My biggest expense is the insurance. I own the building; the bar pays a hefty rent, which more than covers any expenses, and we basically live rent free, not to mention our other costs of living that flow through the bar as well." "But Ang, what would I do? I can't just sit around here doing nothing all day." "I was getting to that. When you're not taking care of any specific needs of mine -- if you know what I mean -- why don't you write and design a new bookkeeping program? Something that the typical small business owner could use; something that could be bought right off the shelf, installed by the user, and most importantly, could be used on the new PCs using Windows." "I've taken a couple of seminars on the new Windows program, but I really don't know that much about accounting and bookkeeping." "I could help you with that; you could use our businesses as the basic framework and you could ask my accountant for his input on any technical questions." "Ang, I may not be able to bring in any revenue for a year or more; and there still is the question of marketing my program. Will we have enough to live on?" "Paul, I didn't want to have to tell you, but I guess you'll find out about it anyway at some point. I bring in more money in a month than you do in a year." Paul looked at her, too stunned to speak; then turned and left the room. "Shit!" Angel said as she got up and followed him. "This is why I never told you; I knew you would react this way." "Ang, how am I supposed to feel? You just told me that I'm basically worthless. I grew up believing that the man was the bread-winner in the family. That it was his job to support his family and it was the woman's role to be supportive and nurturing. I know that times have changed; that women are now in the workforce and rightfully demanding equal pay, with no limitations to advancement. But this is different; I'm not holding up my end of the bargain and I don't know if I can live with that." "Paul, listen to me; if your program becomes a success, you'll make more money than I ever will. But if it doesn't, I don't care; as long as you tried that's all that's important. You've already done more for me than you can imagine. I was broken emotionally; I was damaged goods. I never thought there was anyone who could love me for who I am... for what I had to be. Then you came along and changed my life. You loved me. With all my faults, with my need to be in control, and even looking and acting the way I do, you've always loved me. That's all I ever need from you. And if your company never gets off the ground, then you'll just have to assume the role of being supportive and nurturing."