The Bat House

15. Fuerzo

Joseph

 "Alright, that's it! I want a rematch," I yelled at the man sitting across from me.

He replied with, "No Joseph, I have to get back on the job," before standing up to leave. After glitter show ended, I challenged Ranjo to arm wrestle me, something I've been doing as of late. It really reminded me of the old days back in college and in the army. Plus, I've been working out in the staff gym and bulking up.

"Come on man, just one more. My arms are gonna' fall off, but I feel I can beat you this time," I said, resting my elbow back on the table and holding my hand up.

"Just one more," Ranjo sighed and sat back down, locking hands with me. Wendy, who was already standing there from our previous rounds of wrestling, placed her hand on top of our and began a countdown.

"Three, two, one.. GO!" She exclaimed before quickly lifting her hand off of ours. I immediately applied my strength to Ranjo's arm in an attempt to push it down in his direction. Of course, he pushed back. After a few seconds, my hand got a bit sweaty, which made it harder to maintain a grip on Ranjo's hand, but I persisted. Eventually, the veins started to pop out of my arm as it began to strain. I tried really hard to keep a straight face. I stared at Ranjo, who kept his composure. As the muscles in our arms began to bulge, my arm was getting really tired and Ranjo pushed it to the point where it was leaning more towards my side of the table.

I took a deep breath, then applied more forced to Ranjo's hand, pushing it back toward our starting position. Even back in the old days, he whooped me in arm wrestling, but I'm really determined. I pushed hard enough to have Ranjo's arm leaning toward the other side. I got a little desperate because I rarely win against Ranjo. I mean, look at him. He's 6'7, about 200 lbs of pure muscle. I've got muscles too, but damn. Now I'm struggling again to keep my arm from touching my side of the table. I got progressively more tired, so eventually, my arm did fall.

"Fuck!" I shouted in frustration.

Ranjo chuckled, "Better luck next time, bud. I've got to get back to work now." He patted me on the back before waving me off and trudging to the elevator.

"You guys really haven't changed," Wendy whispered in my ear as she gripped both of my shoulders, "You'll really get him next time, Joe."

"You know, you don't change either. You've been saying that ever since my freshmen year of college," I sighed.

She giggled and patted my red hair, "Well and I believe in you every time." Ranjo, Wendy, and I attended college together here in the state of Nevada. And before that, Ranjo and I did service for the army as soon as we graduated high school. It's funny how we ended up here, working for Wendy Monroe. I really enjoy my job here at the Bat house. I get to make love to the new women I meet here, which is pretty low-stress. I even get to participate in threesomes. I really like the deep talks I have with my clients after the initial sex as well. But, there's one client who I connect with a lot.

"So, how's Marla?" Wendy asked.

"She's good. I don't see her unless she orders me," I replied, scratching my head. Marla is one of my regular clients. She comes by maybe once a week or less. When she does order me, we end up talking for a while and I even fall asleep in the bed with her. We even walk together so she can check out. Marla is a gorgeous woman and when we have sex, I would say it's incomparable to other clients. I hope to see her soon. Until then, I need to get more buff in order to beat Ranjo.