Tough girl Tracy fires a slack worker from her gym but she reckons without his angry wife!

(All characters are fictitious and any similarities to any persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental)

Everyone had eyes for Tracy as the gym owner strode through the weights room. Tracy was 5' 7" tall and weighed 160 lbs of solid muscle, she was dressed in a very brief yellow and black leotard. The attractive 35 year old brunette certainly attracted plenty of attention. Usually there were plenty of guys, and some of the chicks too, who would have eagerly stopped her for a conversation, but this evening people noticed the look in her eyes and allowed her to continue on her way without interruption. For it was pretty obvious that Tracy was extremely pissed with something or other and when the powerfully built brunette was in that sort of mood experience had shown that it was best to give her a wide berth. A number of people, both male and female had learnt to their cost that you did not mess with Tracy.
Indeed Tracy was, in fact, pretty pissed. In particular with an employee called Dave. For the last few weeks she had put up with his poor time-keeping and his drinking at lunch times, yet despite a couple of warnings matters were getting worse, not better. This was not a situation that Tracy could allow to continue, the brunette had always set extremely high standards for herself, standards that had taken her to the very top in female bodybuilding and strength competitions and she expected the same high standards from all of her staff, even the cleaner, Dave.
On this latest occasion Dave had obviously been under the influence of alcohol at work and it had been very obvious to the members of the gym, now he would definitely have to go. In fact Tracy wasn't too unhappy about this, she found Dave extremely annoying in lots of ways, not least his way of whining that if he got into trouble at work he'd be in trouble with his wife Wendy, who apparently had a fierce reputation in the town. Well tough shit, thought Tracy, Dave was going to have to walk, awkward wife or not.

The interview didn't take very long. Tracy confronted Dave about his drinking, heard his cringing excuses, then fired him. As far as Tracy was concerned, that was it, she was the boss and Dave had to go. The brunette put Dave out of her mind and strolled back to the weights room with a smile on her face, problem solved.

A couple of days later Tracy was interrupted in the middle of her workout with the news that there was someone to see her in the reception area. Irritated at the interruption, Tracy nevertheless made her way to the reception area where a lumpy looking bleached blonde, around 40 years old awaited her.
The blonde was certainly a hefty girl, maybe a couple of inches shorter than Tracy but with the sort of fat gut and well rounded hips that spoke of a diet of junk food and little exercise. She was dressed in a tight tee-shirt, two sizes too small, and tight ski pants that only served to accentuate her rounded figure.
Well, well, thought Tracy, looking the blonde up and down, this must be Miss Trailer Park Trash 1998, now what the hell does she want here, I wonder. The brunette didn't have long to wait to find out.
"I'm here to talk about my husband, Dave, you fired him the day before yesterday," said the blonde, straight out, "that is if you're Tracy, the owner."
"Sure, I'm Tracy, and you must be Dave's wife Wendy," said the big brunette with a smile, "so what can I do for you?"
"Well you can start by apologising to my Dave and giving him his job back, you snotty bitch," Wendy replied, as bold as brass.
"Mmmm, I think that you're the one who ought to be apologising, who do you think you are just waltzing in here and insulting me," replied Tracy, not taking kindly to this fat cow referring to her as a snotty bitch!
"Huh, well why don't you try and make me apologise," came the reply, Wendy planting her feet apart and folding her arms as she awaited Tracy's response.
Tracy looked around her, the gym was still fairly busy and the muscular brunette wanted to keep things as quiet as possible, but even more she wanted to get her hands on this fat bitch and give her a hiding. Tracy licked her lips and smiled to herself, she knew of one room that would be perfect for what she had in mind. She felt pumped and powerful and she shivered slightly in anticipation as she turned back to Wendy. As always the thought of giving someone a hiding excited Tracy, and she could hardly wait to get started.
"OK," she finally replied, looking Wendy straight in the eye, "if that's how you'd like to settle it, fine. There's a room we can use, just you and me, how does that sound."
"Sounds great to me," replied the blonde, "let's do it."
Right, thought Tracy, you've asked for it, bitch. The brunette turned on her heel, beckoning for Wendy to follow. She led the blonde to the rear of the building where one of the weight rooms was presently stripped bare of it's equipment, whilst awaiting re-decoration.
Once both were inside Tracy bolted the door and pulled down the blinds across it's small windows, she wanted this meeting to be very private indeed. She turned back towards Wendy, spreading her arms apart and gesturing around the empty room.
"OK," she said, "now it's just you and me, so why don't you just come here and apologise, huh, it'll save you a lot of grief. I've been in plenty of fights and I've never been beat, a fat bitch like you isn't going to change that."
"Fuck you," replied Wendy, "I don't care how many fights you've been in, I'm going to make you pay for firing Dave, and it's going to be a real pleasure to shut you're big mouth, you cocky bitch."
"Oh really,' sneered Tracy, flexing her impressive muscles, "well let's see you try, you sad loser."
"Sad loser, am I," responded Wendy as she began to close the distance between them, "well let's see."
With that the blonde suddenly sprung forwards, intent on barging straight into Tracy. But the brunette was fast, very fast, and Tracy easily stepped aside and planted her right fist into Wendy's ample belly.
"Oooof," gasped the blonde as Tracy's fist slammed home, almost disappearing into the ample roll of fat. Wendy staggered backwards whilst fighting for her breath. Meanwhile Tracy took a step back, then kicked Wendy in the side, sending the blonde tumbling to the floor.
"Come on, lard butt," she smirked, "don't make it too easy for me."
Wendy started to scramble to her feet. She was on her knees when Tracy grabbed hold of her in a side head lock. The muscular brunette dragged the blonde to the centre of the room then threw Wendy over her hip. The blonde landed flat on her back, breathing heavily. Tracy grinned to herself as she watched Wendy begin to struggle to her feet once more. As she stood up the blonde looked unsteadily around her. Strangely Tracy was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly the brunette's arms wrapped around the blonde's stomach from behind. Tracy, grinning broadly, had grabbed hold of her challenger in a crushing bear hug. The brunette knew full well how strong she was as she began to apply the pressure.
Meanwhile Wendy grimaced with pain as the brunette gradually stepped up the pressure, her powerful arms contracting like steel bands around the blonde's waist. Tracy now used her phenomenal strength to jerk Wendy off the ground, then the brunette began to alternately squeeze and then jolt her prey in a rhythmical torture that had Wendy fighting firstly for her breath and secondly to stay conscious.
Feeling that Wendy was about to pass out, Tracy suddenly changed her tactics and first jerked the blonde upwards, then dropped her. Hitting the floor, Wendy cried out as her spine was jolted by the fall. The blonde rolled over onto her side, groaning with pain.
Huh, this is too easy, thought Tracy, feeling mildly annoyed as she looked down at Wendy. The tubby blonde had now rolled herself into a ball, hugging her knees, and was moaning lightly to herself. Too bad, thought Tracy, I was just getting warmed up, as she moved closer to the beaten blonde.
"Well, well, had enough already," smirked Tracy, as she moved closer to the blonde, "you really didn't ought to mix it with someone so far out of your class, you stupid fat bitch."
The blonde had rolled onto her back, her arms still wrapped around her knees, as Tracy stood in front of her, still grinning broadly at the blonde's discomfort. Suddenly Wendy's eyes flicked open and stared straight up into the brunette's. Tracy was momentarily startled by the intensity of her opponent's gaze, and stared back in surprise.
Suddenly Wendy moved, her arms dropped to her sides, hands flat to the floor and the blonde kicked out with all her strength. Tracy's mouth dropped open in surprise a split second before Wendy's feet slammed into her stomach. Totally unprepared, even Tracy's mighty muscles were inadequate to resist Wendy's powerful mule kick and the brunette was thrown backwards through the air before landing on the floor with a crash.
For a brief moment the brunette saw stars then she shook her head and opened her eyes. For a brief moment she thought that someone must have turned the lights down.
"Oh, nooo....," gasped Tracy as the horrified brunette realised too late just what Wendy had in store for her next. She could only watch in dismay as the plump blonde, following up her kick with surprising speed and agility, quickly knelt astride her opponent, pinning Tracy's powerful arms beneath her knees and then planting her ample butt on the appalled muscle girl's face.
"So what have you got to say for yourself now, Miss Muscles," asked Wendy as she rubbed her large ass into Tracy's face.
"Huh, what was that, I can't quite hear you," the blonde continued cackling with glee at her opponents predicament, for she had Tracy well and truly trapped and both women knew it..
"Gurrrrngh," burbled the brunette as she struggled to breathe whilst the giggling blonde continued to keep her large ass firmly planted on Tracy's face.
Now Tracy began to panic, her powerful arms were neatly pinned beneath Wendy's knees whilst she soon realised that lashing about with her legs gained her nothing except made her use up valuable breath. In short Tracy quickly realised that she was completely at Wendy's not so tender mercy.
For the next couple of minutes Wendy was happy to maintain her dominant position sitting astride Tracy's face. The plump blonde could think of no better way in which to both humiliate Tracy and also sap the muscle girl's strength and this brought a broad smile to her own piggy features as she plotted the next stage of her retribution.
Finally feeling confident that the fight had gone out of Tracy, Wendy suddenly swung herself off the brunette's face and knelt to the side of the brunette, all the time taking care to keep Tracy's powerful arms pinned to the floor. The blonde need not have worried for Tracy was now bright red in the face and busy fighting to catch her breath after her humiliating experience trapped beneath Wendy's big fat ass. In truth Tracy was at a total loss to know what to do next, her usual advantage in strength seemed to have deserted her and Wendy had easily pinned her arms to the floor.
"You fat bitch, I'm going to get you for this," she gasped, angry and frustrated. But Wendy only laughed that cackling laugh that Tracy had quickly come to hate and which only served to emphasise the brunette's impotence.
"So, Miss Muscles has found her voice again," Wendy replied, "that's real good because now I want to hear you beg for mercy."
"No chance you fat slut," gasped Tracy, who was still finding it difficult to come to terms with the amazing turnabout of her position.
With that, Wendy suddenly released the brunette's arms, then fell across Tracy's middle driving her elbow deep into the brunette's belly.
"Oooof," gasped Tracy, as the blow struck home and the brunette found herself fighting for her breath once more. Meanwhile, Wendy had regained her feet and stood waiting for Tracy to get up, a broad smile across her face once more.
"Finished are we, Miss Muscles," Wendy purred, "why I thought you'd never been beat, you cocky bitch."
Wendy's taunt struck home and Tracy began to struggle to her feet. The brunette still couldn't believe what was happening to her...why, she had to be able to get back on terms with the blonde, it was ridiculous to think that someone like Wendy could beat her.
Finally Tracy stood up straight and faced Wendy. Both women began to circle one another looking for an opening. Now Tracy was angry, seriously angry, her face red with fury. Wendy had sat on her face and the brunette wanted nothing more than to pound the fucking bitch into the ground. Over the years Tracy had learnt a lot about how to fight, she was good, very good indeed, but she had never been in this position before, no-one had ever been able to treat her like she had just been treated. Throwing caution aside in her anger the brunette lunged forwards, desperate to get her hands on Wendy and crush her. All thoughts of finesse had gone and the brunette just walked into Wendy's right fist. Tracy staggered backwards and Wendy followed up with a high kick to the side of Tracy's head.
"Come on, get up, Miss Muscles," snarled Wendy, as Tracy sank to the ground once more. The brunette stayed where she was, either unable or unprepared to move. Wendy moved closer and kicked the brunette in the ribs.
"I said 'get up'," she repeated, giving Tracy another kick for emphasis. The brunette slowly rolled onto her side and started to get to her feet. Tracy's mind was spinning wildly for the brunette just could not believe what was happening to her. Tracy was used to being the toughest girl in the gym, why, no-one dared to mess with her, everyone knew that. But now this creature called Wendy had turned up, a lard tub fuelled by junk food, and she was giving Tracy a hiding, surely this could only be a bad dream, thought the stunned brunette. Slowly, Tracy finally got to her feet and stood upright. Suddenly Wendy stepped in close and punched her in the side of the head, causing Tracy to realise that she wasn't dreaming after all, she was in fact still in big trouble.
Tracy raised her arms in a feeble attempt to ward off Wendy's blows but she was moving far too slowly now and the blonde began to pepper her with painful blows to her head and to her breasts which soon had the brunette staggering backwards until she was brought to a halt with the wall at her back. Still Wendy continued her furious assault, her fists beginning to turn red with Tracy's blood until the brunette began to slide slowly to the ground with blood pouring from her nose and a couple of cuts to her face. One of Tracy's eyes was almost closed and through the other she saw Wendy standing over her, the blonde's face a picture of triumph.
"Finished, bitch," Wendy snarled, not really expecting a reply as Tracy docilely nodded her head, "well let that be a lesson to you, Miss Muscles, OK, just never treat my Dave like shit again, OK, or you'll get another hiding. Cause I reckon Dave still has a job here, right."
Once again Tracy meekly nodded her head. Wendy smiled in satisfaction and said no more. The blonde had certainly made her point and now she turned on her heel and made for the door leaving Tracy bruised and bleeding on the floor.
The brunette stayed where she was for a long time with tears steadily rolling down her cheeks and mingling with the blood that still dripped from her wounds. Tracy was 160 lbs of solid muscle, she had never been beat before, yet now she had been totally humiliated and crushed by an over-weight piece of trailer-park trash and that was something that Tracy would never be able to forget for as long as she lived.