One evening just before closing time at the gym, Turq was preparing to do a few sets of free weights on the bench, when this huge bodybuilder came over. “Hey, want me to spot you?” he asked.

“Looks like you already spotted me,” Turq said.

“No, no, I mean ... uh, obviously you don’t know weights. Spotting means I help you with the bar, so you don’t have an accident.”

“I should be okay,” Turq said.

“Don’t come cryin’ to me when you get squashed,” the man said.

“I won’t,” Turq assured him.

“Because I’m a good judge of weights,” the man went on. “Like I could lift you with one hand tied behind my back.”

“I’m sure you could,” Turq said.

“You don’t believe?”

“Of course I believe you. You weigh, what? Three hundred pounds.”

“Three oh six,” the man said.

“And I weigh eight-seven. Of course you can lift me.”

“So you want me to lift you?”

“Not really.”

“I knew you didn’t believe me.”

“Okay,” Turq said. “Lift me.”

Just before the man moved to lift her, Turq said, “Wait,” and she quickly stripped naked.

“Why’d you do that?” the man asked.

“If you’re going to lift me, you should be lifting the real me. Not me plus some workout clothes. I’ve saved you at least an ounce of effort.”

“Suit yourself,” the bodybuilder said, and again he approached Turq for the lift. Again Turq said, “Wait.”

“What now?” the man asked.

“Maybe I should pee first. Save you a couple more ounces.”

“You’re just afraid to be lifted,” the man said.

“I’m not afraid,” Turq said. “But after you lift me, you have to let me lift you.”

“You lift me! Ha ha ha. I weigh over three hundred pounds.

“Three oh six,” Turq said.

“And you weigh ... what was it again?”

“Eight-seven,” Turq said.

“You couldn’t possibly lift me.”

“I could,” Turq said. “I could lift you just using my tongue.”

“Ha ha ha,” the man laughed, and he snatched Turq up and lifted her over his head.

“See?” he said. “I told you so.”

“Okay, you lifted me,” Turq said, after he’d set her down. “Now take off your pants.”

“Why?”

“If I’m going to lift you with just my tongue, I don’t want those shorts to get in the way.”

“You’re crazy, you can’t lift me,” the man said, “but this sounds interesting.” He took off his shorts.

“Good boy. Now stand up on that bench.”

The man stepped up onto the bench.

“There,” Turq said. “I lifted you just using my tongue.”

“Huh?” the man said.

“Do I really have to explain it?” Turq said.

The man thought for a while. “You tricked me,” he concluded.

Turq nodded. “Now lie on the bench.”

“Are you going to... ?”

“Maybe,” Turq said. “First let me get the barbell out of the way so we don’t have any accidents.”

Fully erect, the body builder’s diminutive equipment didn’t give Turq much of a handle, but she made do.

After his orgasm, the body builder weighed three oh five. Turq was up to eighty-eight.