THE UPPER DECK
by Pac - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest
It's love at first sight when a muscle loving businessman, meets up with a sexy strong Amazonian bartender, as she shows off her unreal strength for him, in an all too sensual and erotic manner



I sat in the sports bar, drinking a beer and writing a trip report to my latest
customer. I had just finished the last steps of a plant start-up, and I was
totally wiped out. Unfortunately, I was so tired I couldn't sleep, so I figured
I'd finish writing up the final details about the start-up and maybe that would
finally let my body relax enough to sleep. It was late, but I wanted to finish
this report while all the info was still fresh in my head. The beer wasn't
helping that, but I needed to wind down. The last time I'd done a plant start-up
I couldn't sleep for two days afterward, so I started writing faster. I'm sure
my spelling was shit, but as long as I had the thoughts captured....


"Y'all need something else, hon?" the pretty, buxom young waitress asked for
what seemed to be the millionth time. I was in the deep South, right on the
Gulf.


I shook my head. I felt bad, because I was taking up a booth while I finished
writing, and I know she was probably cursing me for taking at least two tips
from her that other patrons would have given. I was on a roll, though. At least,
that's what the beer was telling me until I realized I'd been watching the
bartender's boobs jiggling as she shook a drink for an excessively long time.
Her eyes drifted my way several times, a faint smile stretching her full,
pouting lips. She looked up and made solid eye contact with me as she finished
the drink, popping open the shaker with a flourish and filling a few glasses at
the bar. I looked away quickly for fear of seeming like a creepy stalker. As
bedraggled as I must have looked, I wouldn't have been surprised had she sicced
one of the guys who worked there on me. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen any
guys....


"Hey, you okay?" the waitress asked, knowing exactly why I didn't respond.


Against my conscious will, my eyes drifted up again to meet the bartender's
knowing smile. The bartender laughed, apparently used to the attention. I had no
doubt she took pride in being the center of her own universe. The outfit she was
wearing, an ultra-tight top with a plunging neckline, practically screamed "Look
here!" to a weary business traveler like me.


"Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine," I said, looking away guiltily. "You know, maybe I will
take one more beer. Thanks."


As pretty as my waitress was, the bartender was in a class by herself. She was
stunningly gorgeous for one thing... and then there was her body. From the waist
up, she looked like what you would expect the picture of "perfect" to look like
in the dictionary. I couldn't see anything from her midriff down because of the
bar, but I'm sure it looked just as fantastic.


She made a big show of shaking the last of the drink out of her shaker, and I
noticed with some surprise that her boobs didn't shake at all, though before
they looked like they were about to fly out of her shirt. It was like she was
able to slip on a heavy-duty support bra in the eyeblink I had taken out of
gawking at her. I could still see her luscious boobs, but they looked like they
were frozen in place.


I sat up, surprised, and the woman laughed again, only now her boobs were
jiggling once more with her mirth. She winked at me, then turned away to serve
the drink she poured.


"You must've scored some points," the waitress said to me. Her nametag, bearing
the name "Aimee", glinted in the little light hanging over my head at the
bar-side table.


"Huh?" I respond dumbly. "What do you mean?"


"Well, she's much more tolerant of your attention tonight than she usually is,"
Aimee the waitress drawled. "Usually, she'd be over here discussin### the fact
that you've been watchin### her breathe for the last ten minutes or so. I think
she likes Yankees."


I blushed furiously at the implication of that statement.


"Oh, wow," I said, "I really didn't-"


"No big deal," she said. "It###s an occupational hazard. Not like she's not
inviting the attention with that shirt. It's not a judgment, sugar."


"I think I need to get to bed," I said, my face still red. "I've been on the job
for thirty-five hours straight before this, and apparently it's turned me into a
pig."


"Thirty-five hours... wow, that sucks darlin###," Aimee said, "what do you do?"


"I help chemical plants that are starting up fix their problems," I said. "This
one was fairly quick in reaching steady-state. I've been at start-ups like this
that sometimes run sixty hours or more before we hit spec."


The waitress gave a practiced nod, feigning comprehension.


"Hey, don't sweat it," she said solicitously. "She always gets a lot of
attention. You are subtle by comparison to some of the guys we get in here.
Maybe that's why she likes Yankees. Y'all are less excitable. I'll be right back
with your beer."


A few minutes passed, and I went back to my work. After a while, Crosby, Stills,
Nash and Young came on the radio. I looked up to see the hot bartender fiddling
with the controls of the stereo. She sent me an inquiring raised-eyebrow glance,
questioning the choice of music. I nodded my approval, and she nodded quickly in
response and went back to her customers at the bar.


"Here are your drinks, darlin'," Aimee said, appearing beside me like a ghost.


A beer sat on the table, but there was a murky-looking mixed drink sitting next
to it that I didn't recognize. I looked from the drinks to Aimee quizzically.


"That one's on her," she replied, jerking her thumb toward the bartender.


I looked to the bartender, and she gave me a sexy smile and a nod, then tilted
her head toward the drink.


I lifted the drink off its coaster and returned the salute. There was a note
written on the coaster beneath the murky drink.


"Thanks for noticing, gorgeous," it said. "Enjoy the drink. Cassie."


I looked up, with something I had to figure looked like utter shame. The
bartender, Cassie, gave me a sharklike grin and a wink, then amazed me by
bouncing her boobs as she stood looking behind the bar. She didn't make any kind
of overt effort, like flexing her arms or lifting them up. It was definitely a
pec flex, though. Her boobs jumped so high I was expecting them to fly upward
out of her low-cut shirt. I'm sure I did a doubletake, and she laughed again and
turned away to serve some of the patrons at the bar behind her.


"What the...." I said to myself.


The rest of the night, I gave all of my attention to Cassie, and my trip report
languished, completely forgotten. I could see what Aimee meant about being
subtle, though. Cassie actually slapped one drunken guy who made a grab for her
breast, and he recoiled more like he'd been punched than by the seemingly casual
slap I saw her deliver. I thought for a moment he was going to launch backward
off his barstool, but his one buddy caught him. There was some raucous laughter
from the guy's friends, then two of them had to carry him out of the bar, his
legs sagging as the guys got under his shoulders on either side. As he went
past, I realized he was a really big guy, easily six two or more, but he looked
out on his feet, his head lolling as he moaned. A bright red hand-print
decorated his cheek.


I didn't even notice Aimee standing next to me until she spoke.


"Heh, Earl must###ve been wearing his beer-muscles tonight," she said, holding my
check. "Cassie realized he'd had a few too many, but I've seen stuff like that
get ugly before. You should've seen his friends. They looked like they woke a
sleeping bear when he tried to get fresh."


"Well, drunk or not, that guy got what he deserved," I replied. "I have half a
mind to go up and apologize myself for being so crude. I certainly hope I didn't
get her upset."


"Oh, you'd know, trust me," Aimee said. "She's not a subtle lady."


I looked up, and the bartender had a guilty look on her face, but she met my
eyes and shrugged her shoulders. I pointedly made sure I kept my eyes on hers,
and shrugged in return. She seemed to appreciate the gesture.


When I wasn't mesmerized by her bouncing boobs I had to marvel at how attractive
the woman was. She was simply extraordinary, but I was so intent on my work
earlier that I didn't notice. I guess it was the tunnel-vision of utter
exhaustion.


I think what struck me the most about Cassie was the fact that, from the waist
up, she looked like a combination bikini model and aerobics instructor. She had
a long, cascading mass of curly black hair and a slightly Hispanic complexion.
Her body was incredible, but the most arresting thing about her was she had the
most brilliant green eyes. They looked like two glowing emeralds where I would
have expected dark smoky Latin eyes. They completely captivated me... once I had
enough couth to tear my eyes away from her boobs.


Cassie, as it turned out, enjoyed all of my reactions to her teasing, and ended
up amazing me all night long. I especially loved watching her mix drinks or
clean glasses, seeing the muscles in her arms jump as she worked, and of course,
the mysterious motion (or lack thereof at times) of that fabulous chest. It
happened a few more times when she saw me watching her, but I stayed strong and
didn't focus on her chest. I did end up staying far longer than I ever intended,
though, and before I realized, the bar was announcing last call.


I made a half-hearted attempt to pack up, but couldn't drag myself away from
what promised to at least be a conversation, and, God willing, a lot more. Right
before closing, two more of the murky drinks showed up, and this time, the
coaster note said, "Stick around, Rick. One of those is mine."


I said a silent prayer of thanks. No way was I going anywhere.


About twenty minutes later, Cassie slipped into the little semi-circular booth
where I had my little portable office set up. The last bar patron staggered out
the door, and another of the waitresses locked up behind him. As I had guessed,
the parts of her I couldn't see from behind the bar were every bit as awesome as
the rest. She had on a pair of Daisy Dukes and fancy sneakers that looked really
expensive. Her bare legs, though I caught only a glimpse, were extremely thick
and flexed enticingly as she approached the table.


I vowed to play the lottery the next day.


"Hey, Road Warrior, care for another butt to warm your booth?" she asked as she
slid close to me.


"Please," I said enthusiastically. "Um, hi. I'm Rick, but you know that. Thanks
for the drinks."


"No problem," she said. "Thanks for checking out my tits."


I immediately turned crimson, and she laughed gaily.


"Your bearing says 'gentleman,' but your eyes say 'bad boy'. I love it!" Cassie
said, laughing heartily.


"Well, my mouth says ###sorry for being so crude###," I said.


She laughed again.


"I don't think this shirt needs apologies for anyone ogling my tits," she said.
"It's part of the whole Upper Deck experience, no extra charge."


I thought about her words for a moment, and realized The Upper Deck must have
been the name of the place. I had no idea when I walked in. I couldn't help
thinking what an appropriate name it was. Further inspection did show it was a
sports bar, now that I realized there were signed pictures of athletes on the
walls. Once I thought about it for a second, I realized The Upper Deck was at
the top of the receipt I had slipped into my wallet... as was my signature,
which must've been how Cassie knew my name.


"I know exactly what's going on in your head!" she laughed raucously. "That's
why I picked the name. I'm sure you noticed the staff all have that feature in
common."


Her boobs shook like crazy in her insanely low-cut top, and, try as I might, I
couldn't tear my eyes away from all of that motion. I felt guilty again, and
started to turn my face away, but her hand came up and took me by the chin,
keeping my head firmly in place.


"Don't go all shy on me," she said, holding my head in place. "I would've said
something if I wasn't okay with it. Here, I'll stop. I'm sure it's distracting."


She gave me a naughty grin and her boobs stopped shaking like she threw a
switch.


I was flabbergasted.


"How the hell do you do that?" I asked, before propriety could stay my tongue.


"You mean this?" she said, and her boobs shook like they were hooked up to some
sort of random-motion generator. They went all over the place! Up, down, at the
same time, separately, and then she lifted them both and actually flexed her
chest somehow, and her boobs pushed apart from each other and I heard her shirt
groan as the deep v of her top pulled apart!


She saw my mouth drop open when she did it and laughed gaily.


"Lift and separate," she said between gales of laughter. "Isn't that what the
Wonderbra ad said?"


I felt like my brain had been lifted and separated. It took me several seconds
to gather my thoughts for a witty retort.


"I think they were talking about what the garment did, not the boobs," I said.


"I don't have any need for that!" she laughed even harder. "Ha! I am my own
Wonderbra!"


Only then did I realize that hiding beneath those epic boobs was a set of epic
pecs. I should have realized it by the incredibly fit figure she cut, but I
guess my defense was that I was really tired. Apparently my powers of
observation were more than a bit dulled.


The rest of her didn't move at all! Not her shoulders or arms; the only thing
that moved besides her pecs and tits was her mouth. It curled into a wide,
knowing smile.


"That's unreal," I said, stupefied.


"No," she said, "it's muscle control."


I###d never in my life seen anything like it. My mouth was still hanging open.


"Wow," I said, finally realizing what I was seeing. "Are you a fitness
competitor or something?"


"CrossFit," she said. "It's much more strenuous, if you ask me. I see fitness
competitors, even bodybuilders and triathletes, crash and burn when they give it
a try. "


"You're kidding," I said, before I realized I'd spoken.


"Hardly," she said. "CrossFit is seriously hardcore. For some reason, people
think it's a fitness fad of the moment, but I think it's the most perfect
all-around workout you can get. Have you ever tried it?"


"Me?" I said, taken aback. "No, not me. With this job, I never stay in one place
long enough to do anything besides hotel exercise rooms. I dated a fitness
competitor once upon a time, though. Her routine was unreal."


She smiled indulgently, but I could see her trying to suppress her smug look.


"I'll bet my regular workouts bury her high-intensity stuff in a sack," Cassie
said, looking intently at me. "What was her regular routine?"


"Wow, that was years ago," I said, waffling.


I knew her routine by heart. It was so exciting to me at the time, I had it
committed to memory. I also dreamed of her throwing around some serious weight
during her heavy days.


"Hmm...." Cassie said, cocking her eyebrow at me. ###Was it traditional gym work?
Machines, free weights, varying set counts and weight, that sort of thing?"


"Yes, exactly," I replied. "She was a regular gym bunny. Five days a week. She
did a ton of cardio, too, of course."


Cassie smirked, but it was gone from her face in a flash. My ex, Janet, was a
marvel; strong as any woman I'd ever met, but she had such a rigid, structured
exercise plan that any kind of deviation was like a sin. I never saw her do
anything like the incredible muscle control Cassie just demonstrated so
casually. And she was so playful, not like my ultra-serious, ultra-intense ex.
It was one of the reasons we broke up, though I missed her incredible body
nightly for the past three years.


"I did that type of routine once upon a time," she said, teasing me with the
same phrase I used. "But after CrossFit, nothing else compared. I got so excited
about it I put a little gym in the back of my basement. But really, it's great.
It's strength training, but it's done aerobically. You change up your routines
all the time, so the muscle confusion is so much more intense. It's so balanced
you don't bulk up a lot, but you get crazy-strong. I think the routines make you
way more balanced than traditional weight-training. You look like you're in
pretty good shape, but I bet I would blow your mind if I showed you what I could
do.


"You've already blown my mind with the whole pec-bounce thing," I said,
betraying my excitement.


She looked smug.


"I can tell," she said and did it again, chuckling as my eyes widened. "See?
That look's hard to miss, even from halfway across the room. I thought your eyes
were going to roll back into your head the first time I did it. I've never done
that to someone before."


"Really, with that killer body?" I asked, genuinely surprised.


"No, I borrow someone else's body when I want to turn heads, you silly ass," she
laughed. "I can make a guy do a double-take, but the look on your face, one
hundred percent pure awe, that is a new one for me. I like it!"


Obviously I wasn't on top of my game.


"You nailed it. I am totally in awe. I'm usually more of a conversationalist," I
said, trying to recover, "but I'm pretty wiped out."


"Poor baby. Maybe I can think of something to wake you up," Cassie said sexily.
"You're pretty impressed with how I can make my tits bounce, so maybe I should
up the wow-factor.### After a moment###s thought, she continued: ###How about this?
Pick up your drink.###


I grabbed my glass as she took hers in hand. Cassie slid out of the seat, and
stood on the opposite side of the table from me, then bent at the knees until
her chest was below the surface. She moved close, with her boobs below the
tabletop, then tilted back her head and drank with her back slightly arched. I
was trying to figure what the hell she was doing when she popped her pecs as she
knocked back her drink and made the entire table jump! My stuff went all over
the place, and my laptop hopped into the air and landed on the seat in the booth
next to me. The other items scattered as well, but Cassie was surprisingly
quick, and got her free hand on a few documents that were ready to fall to the
floor, pinning them to the tabletop with a loud SLAP.


I barely noticed any of that, as preoccupied as I was.


"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "I thought you were going to knock the table over by
bouncing your boobs!"


"I'm sure I could if I really hit it hard, but I didn't exactly want to break
all of your stuff," Cassie replied with a wink. "I didn't think I'd hit the
table that hard, though. Hope your computer is okay."


I could care less about my computer, and she could see that on my face.


"Did that wake you up, big guy?"


"Are you kidding?" I exclaimed. "I'm sure any guy who saw that would give you
his full attention!"


I didn't realize, but I had shot bolt upright at the table when it leapt into
the air. It was a wonder I wasn't wearing most of my drink. She looked at me as
I sat on the little raised platform the bar-side tables were on, then rejoined
me, stepping up onto the platform before seating herself. I could tell right
away she was several inches taller than me! I couldn't tell from when she was
behind the bar, or when she slipped into the booth, but I knew I would have to
look up to meet her eyes. She gauged my reaction, then seated herself next to
me.


"That's why I did it. With all the teasing I did from the bar, you had to know I
was into you, but you never know how guys react to seeing a fit girl like me. I
figured if you didn't run scared after that little stunt, we might get along
pretty well. I'd even buy a round or two. Well, buy is a relative term."


Considering she probably got some sort of uber-discount on drinks by being an
employee, I had to agree.


"Well, you didn't have to buy me any drinks, but I'm grateful," I said.
"Especially considering I probably look like death warmed over."


Cassie shifted closer to me, and I could practically feel the heat radiating off
her spectacular body.


"No, you look pretty good to me," she replied.


"I don't think I even need to return that compliment," I said, looking her over
briefly.


"Yes you do," she said, smiling. "You spent enough time looking tonight, I
figure I'm entitled to a little flattery. Take a good look, and say something I
don't hear from these rednecks every night. Use a good five-dollar Yankee word."


I took my time looking at her figure. Even seated at the little semi-circular
booth we were in, I could tell that all of her was unbelievable. Every bit of
her I could see was pretty much flawless: incredibly toned and curvaceous. She
wasn't big and bulky like a fitness competitor, but she was so solid I just knew
she was strong by looking at her. She made me feel like a weakling by
comparison. She had that sexy, feminine taper to her waist, and the full, curvy
hips that sat inches from mine had my heart racing. But it was her amazing upper
body that stole the show. Sexy and feminine, her arms and shoulders bulged
surprisingly large with each little movement, and the muscle-tone I saw easily
gave my ex- a serious run for her money. The parts hidden by the table were easy
enough to imagine, and my imagination was working overtime.


"Is 'spectacular' too strong of a word?" I said, drinking her body in. "My
second choice would be 'incomparable' if that doesn't work for you."


"No, I like that word," she replied. "I've heard some less than flattering ones
by a few of the more insecure guys I've met. In here, most of the words tend to
be the four-letter variety."


"No way," I said. "I could see some of the more crass guys using that garbage,
but you've been put down about your figure? Did the guys not like women, maybe?"


Cassie looked at her arm as she set her drink down, and flexed it slightly. I
didn't have to put mine next to hers to see it was a lot bigger and way more
toned.


"It's not that, not the early get-to-know-you stuff. It's after I pick up a guy
that sometimes he realizes I'm not his type. I've been told I can be a bit...
emasculating."


"You're definitely my type," I said. "You have the most incredible figure I've
ever seen, and I've always been drawn to really fit women."


"Even if they're the ones to pick you up instead of the other way around?" she
asked, and I nodded.


"I don't have a problem with you being stronger than me if that's the concern.
My ex was stronger than me. I used to give her a fight arm-wrestling, but she
could wipe the mat with me when we wrestled."


Her eyes lit like someone had thrown a light switch.


"Really?" she said excitedly. "Wow.... How'd you like to get out of here?"


"Do you have to close up?" I asked.


"Nah, I've got people to do that," she said with a sexy smile.


I thought about that for a second.


"You're not just the bartender, are you?" I asked, knowing the answer.


"I could never get to as many CrossFit competitions as I do if I didn't have so
much flexibility," she laughed. "Hell, I'd fire myself if they didn't need me
around here so much. My regular bartender, Tammy, decided to just blow off the
weekend to go to a football game at her college. Kids. I'd fire her, but the
number of guys in here doubles when she's on shift, so I'm stuck with her, the
little shit."


"Jesus, it doubles over what you pull in?" I asked. "What is she, the Goddess of
Beauty?"


Cassie looked at me, her eyelids narrowing sexily. Her hand slid onto my thigh
beneath the table.


"You keep that up, you silver-tongued devil, and I might have to show you how
much I appreciate it," she said. "Let's just say she's a little more...
inviting... than I am behind the bar. That, and she's about six foot three, all
tits and ass. Guys can't get enough."


I couldn't even begin to comprehend what Cassie just said, but didn't have time.
Cassie put her arm around me and got to her feet. Before I realized it, I was
shocked to find she had lifted me right to my feet with her. My hips pressed
into her thigh, and I'm sure she felt the telltale sign of my attraction to her
pressing into that marvelous limb.


"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You did say you were crazy strong, but that was amazing!"


"What, that?" she laughed. "That was nothing. If you really want to see what I
can do, you'll pack up your stuff quick and come with me... or you might miss
the bus. I'm ready to go home. I pulled a double today because of my prima-dona
bartender."


"Then we're both going to be too pooped to do much more than talk, I'm
guessing," I said. "I put in thirty-five hours straight before I came here."


"Speak for yourself," Cassie said, and slipped her arm around me again.


She leaned to her side and lifted with her arm, and my feet came right up off
the floor as I slid up her thick thigh! It was like straddling a tree trunk, as
hard as her thigh was, and it was quite a bit bigger than mine, maybe as thick
as my waist! She was unreal!


"Oh my God!" I said, stunned.


She smiled up at me as she held me easily against her hip.


"I told you. After you go CrossFit, you don't go back. Power and stamina, baby,
more than you can imagine. Feel free to put me to the test when we get to my
place."


What an invitation!


"I may have to do just that," I said, "but I heard a rumor that said if I don't
get packed quick, I may miss my chance."


Cassie laughed.


"Really? You don't believe every crazy bar rumor you hear, do you? Tell you
what, I'll even give you a hand. I'd hate for you to miss your ride. How about a
little sample of said ride to motivate you?"


Cassie turned with me still on her hip and leaned me toward the table,
supporting my weight with her arm around my torso like she didn't notice I was
there. She held my upper body at an angle over the table so I could reach my
stuff and she was just smiling up at my shocked face. I was up high enough on
her hip that I could feel a good portion of my weight held easily by her arm
alone!


I was floored. How strong was this woman?


"How's that? You gather your things up. I can wait," she said, her voice
dripping sex.


My mouth worked soundlessly a few times, but I was too stunned to utter a word.
She didn't even look like she was straining to keep my body hanging like that,
just standing there as casually as you please. She had a knowing smile as she
waited patiently.


I started shoveling my stuff into my backpack, trying not to look as desperate
as I felt. I was so turned on by her, I'd have willingly left everything right
where it was, but there was this little matter of proprietary information. I
could feel her hard abs pressed against my cock. They were so solid that the
pressure was almost painful. I picked up the pace out of a combination eagerness
and discomfort.


"Whoa, slow down, speedy," she said. "It's not a race. You definitely get points
for taking your time tonight!"


"Yes, ma'am!" I said, totally cowed.


My core was actually starting to burn from the way Cassie had me leaning over
the table, but she didn't even seem to notice she'd been holding me all that
time: most of my upper body's weight at a nearly forty-five degree angle with
just her one arm! It was beyond impressive, and for a guy like me, who loved
really fit women, it was euphoric.


After what felt like a painfully long time, I had my stuff gathered, and Cassie
pulled my body back upright by tightening her arm around me. Just her arm, not
any kind of shifting of her hips, or pulling with her body.


"You are unbelievable!" I said as I looked down at her gorgeous face.


"You have no idea," she said, and let me slide down her thigh to land on my
feet. "But if you want to find out, baby, this train is leaving NOW!"



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