Say hi

The big man crept through the hallway, smug grin plastered on his face. He had cut the phone lines, he knew there was no cell reception out here, and the maid’s frightened stammering only fed his ego.

“I told you,” he growled, looming over her, “this is a dead zone. No one’s calling for help. I’ll take whatever I want tonight.”

The maid’s lips curved into an odd, almost amused smile.
“Then you’d better hope she doesn’t find you.”

Before he could ask, the entire front door burst inward with a thunderous CRASH! Hinges ripped from the frame as wood splintered across the marble floor.

She was there.

Ms. Moore.

Her body seemed carved from some living, breathing mountain of power. Delts like granite spheres bunched high, her traps climbing toward her ears, every vein across her chest and arms writhing like cables beneath taut skin. Her lats flared so wide she barely fit through the shattered doorway, and her abs — eight perfectly chiseled bricks — flexed as she exhaled. Each step made the tiles quake beneath thighs that could crush stone.

The thief’s jaw dropped.
“What the hell are you…?”

Her smirk was devastating.
“The lady of the house.”

In a blur she seized him by the collar and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. His feet dangled uselessly. He stared at her arms — biceps thicker than his waist, pulsing with ridges of muscle — and felt his bravado falter.

He tried to laugh, tried to sound tough.
“W-whoa…you’re heavy duty, lady. Maybe…uh…maybe we could go out sometime, when you’re free of jail…”

She tilted her head, mocking him with a playful grin.
“Go out? With you?” She flexed, her bicep swelling monstrously, veins throbbing across the peak. “Sweetheart, the only place you’re going out to is the back of a squad car.”

With a casual flick of her wrist, she slammed him against the wall. He crumpled to the floor, dazed, groaning.

She planted her hands on her hips, towering over him.
“Next time you think you’re the biggest man in the room…” She flexed again, chest rising like steel plates, muscles swelling beyond comprehension. “…remember what it feels like to be the smallest.”

The maid chuckled nervously, hiding a grin as the would-be thief whimpered. Ms. Moore’s eyes gleamed with mockery, her very presence eclipsing every ounce of his false confidence.