No... argh... I can't! Emily's too strong for me!

Your arm trembles, and you begin shaking all over as you strain and strain, mere inches away from losing. Your biceps are tensed and hard, bulging harder than they've ever bulged. They're not all that big, but you're secretly a little proud right now that you do have some to flex.

"Hnngh..." you groan, though it comes out a little high-pitched, like a whimper. "Hnnnngh..."

It's no use, though. Emily's clearly got some skill and speed to go along with her surprising strength, and now you find you can't match her stamina, not like this. Your hand trembles more violently as the last of your strength gives out. Then with a solid, authoritative _thump, _Emily slams your hand onto the counter-top.

Ada groans. Clearly, she was rooting for you. And surprisingly, Emily looks disappointed too, but she smiles encouragingly at you.

"Don't be discouraged! I'm pretty good at this, actually. I win quite a lot of matches against women my size."

"And a few against bigger ones," Ada says. "Emily's really quite strong." They smile at each other, and Ada licks her lips as her gaze roves over Emily's bare torso. Emily puts up her arms and flexes, making her small breasts move interestingly over her chest. She's really quite well-muscled despite her small frame. It's more obvious now that she's a little bit pumped.

"Come back tomorrow and try me!" Ada suggests. "I'm decent, but not as strong as Emily." She turns her attention back to Emily, who winks at her and makes a gesture with her head, in the direction of the back office.

You mumble something non-committal and retrieve your clothes, trying to ignore the hot flush in your face and the ringing in your ears. You feel... humiliated, despite how nice they are. No one else around is reacting much to your loss -- they're behaving as if this is perfectly normal, which, well, perhaps it is. But still... you lost, in front of people. You stripped topless, put your muscle up against another woman's, and got overpowered. You've never done anything like this before. You're shamed. Embarrassed.

And hugely, immensely turned on.

That night, you toss and turn in your bed, biting your lip from time to time. You remember the smell of sex pervading the gym... the drop of sweat trickling down the cleavage of a woman's chest muscles as she pressed weights above her head... the anguished cry of the woman who lost that little contest in the bathroom... the triumphant, almost orgasmic look of bliss on the winning woman's face... the proud look on the face of her lover as she kissed her victorious girlfriend... and that large, velvet mat in the middle of it all...

And free tampons.

Experimentally you squeeze the muscles on your upper arm again, for the umpteenth time since coming home. You remember how it felt to go up against Emily in, well, "hand-to-hand combat". It really was quite the thrill. How would it feel, you wonder, if you were to go back, challenge her to a rematch, and _win? _You'd be ready this time, to counter her initial burst of power. Somehow, you feel sure that if you could just settle down to grind out an endurance contest with her, you could win. She was struggling towards the end, you remember now, really straining to put your arm down all the way.

Or maybe you could do as Ada suggested, and challenge her instead. She's got a lean, lithe goth chick look going. You don't actually know how strong she is, but if what she said was accurate, you would stand a better chance against her than Emily. If your objective is to just get past the gatekeepers and sign up, you could just go for the presumably easier option.

But maybe, you think, you should get some preparation first? You were taken by surprise and not really ready for a match, after all. Just how determined are you? Would you perhaps want to see about some practice arm wrestling with some friends, maybe pick up a few pointers, train up a little for a week or two before going back?

Maybe this isn't for you. Maybe Velvet Steel just isn't your thing. Maybe it's not meant to be. Just imagine... as a member, if you were to wrestle, say, Emily on the mat and lose... she'd pin you down... push your legs up and over, and fold you in half... plunge her strap-on into your open, **** pussy... thrust away with her hips, her abs flexing and rippling... Maybe you should give up on this entirely.