Sandy entered the gym and changed into her work out clothes, a pair of form hugging short shorts and a sports bra, leaving most of her slender body on display for the world. Her abs were lightly defined on her petite waist and shoulder muscles stood out some, but aside from her moderately generous bust and rounded butt she was a thin young woman. Her rare but valued proportions made her an instant target of attention, but then she knew that would happen.
Wherever she went she was instantly hit on and she'd barely get started with her warm up exercises before feeling annoyed enough to try to move on. After a while she went back to get her bag and drank a mixture of her own making out of a bottle. She had a small fan following.
"You know, there's more to me than this hot, fit body you see. I need someone with some intelligence. Who here's best at chess, do you know?"
"Why do you ask?"
Sandy shrugged her shoulders and pulled a small set of travel boards out of her bag, "I always take a few games with me. I'll offer a condition, if any of you can force me to take more than a dozen moves I'll consider going out with you, deal?"
"That's going to take a while one at a time."
"Don't worry about that," Sandy said as she set out four different miniature chess sets and set them up with impressive speed, "I have a way to save time. We'll do four on one."
"Are you sure that's fair?"
"It really isn't, but to try and make it closer I'll give myself the handicap that I have to make the same move on every board, that is unless someone's been knocked out of contention."
"You can't be serious."
The first quartet of challengers went down in 4 moves for the first two, the third on the fifth, and the last made it all the way to Sandy's 7th move. She accepted another set of four challengers and dispatched them in 3, 5, and the last two on the sixth move. The third set went down on moves four and six, and the fourth had one that pushed her all the way to the tenth.
"How did you do that?"
"By being smarter than everyone, generally. I graduated at seven and I'm about to finish my third Ph.D at the moment along with a trio of Masters. I actually came here to unwind a little. The distraction's been rather unwelcome, I'm afraid to say."
With that Sandy went into the gym and beat the stuffing out of two different punching bags, leaving a pile of sand on the floor and torn tatters left of the bags. She lifted weights with each hand meant for big men to bench press and used them as hand barbells. She then raced along a treadmill so fast her feet pushed the track too hard and too fast, tearing up the motor not built to handle those speeds. Her would-be suitors watched on with a mix of awe and terror, a great many leaving altogether.
Three big, heavily muscled men came in then and started making a lot of noise. They intimidated the smaller guys away and started lifting heavier than anyone but Sandy herself had been. She decided she'd had enough of the public eye and started to head home.
"Hey, sweet cheeks, why don't you stay?" one man said as he grabbed her ass. It seemed he didn't notice the failure of his grip to indent the muscle in her bottom.
"For what reason?"
"To hook up with a real man, of course. You've got to love these muscles," the man flexed a pair of at least 18 inch biceps with clear pride.
"I have my own," Sandy answered with a smile and a flex, displaying clearly defined egg-sized biceps on her slender arms.
"That's adorable sweetie, now watch this," the hulking brute said to her before picking up over three hundred pounds of weight and lifting it over his head.
"Adorable," Sandy said with a vindictive smile before reaching down between his legs, getting a grip and hoisting him and his weight up into the air with one hand. He squealed in pain for a bit and nearly let go of the weight but just barely managed to regain control, holding it close to his chest.
"My apologies, but I don't like being patronized by the weak. I get a little irrational at times."
Sandy held him straight away at her full arm's length for a long while watching him squirm at the end of her rock-steady arm before beginning to curl him and his weight one-handed. She felt him stiffen when she started lifting him over her head in her movements. He started pleading with her to set him down in between little gasps of pleasure but she paid him no heed.
He lost control of himself and the weight at the same time, a little trickle of steaming hot white trickling down her wrist even as she had to reach up and catch the weight with her other hand. She set both weight and panting man down gently and headed for the doors. His two buddies got in her way.
"You want me to do similar to you, don't think I can't tell, but I have places to be."
Thick, hairy arms grabbed her about the neck and pulled her back but she wasn't concerned. Her own small arms were less than a third the width, but they pushed the larger arms aside with ease. She spun her assailant around to face him and pit his strength against hers. He gave up when his wrists cracked from the strain of fighting her greater strength. He collapsed, whimpering in pain this time.
One of his friends tried to take a swing at her but she was well versed in most practical martial arts and easily dodged. Her return kick slammed his arm into his torso with such force that it broke both his arm and a few ribs. He had no fight left in him. The last guy though, was barely keeping from touching himself as he slid to his knees.
"Are you that goddess girl? You're so beautiful and powerful, and oh god... just incredible..."
The goddess girl? Obviously not, but it was flattering. She grabbed his hands and drug him to the changing area.
"I'm so strong...you're so weak, and your words are crude but nice, so a present..."
"You can't mean..."
"Oh but I do," Sandy answered as she pulled off his shirt and then her own sports bra, "get ready for the ride of your life."
"You can't...someone like you touching me? I might make a few crude comments but I never thought..."
"Shush now, you'll need your breath."
"I don't deserve it," he said with tears starting to well up in his eyes as he looked away from her, "you're too perfect for..."
"You're not wrong, but I'm suddenly randy as hell and you're what's available, so just count your blessings."
He couldn't last long being intimate with someone like Sandy, her cute little frame was feminine perfection powered by muscles unmatched in natural man. The twitches and twinges of her body were brutal on him, but her flawless, smooth skin was a kind first layer. He came and then she did, her clamping thighs breaking his pelvis several times over in a single show of involuntary force. Then it was done.
Sandy got dressed again and walked out without looking back. Goddess, it wasn't a title for her to claim but she did know the one it was for. A lesser woman might resent the unassailable, godly powerful Aki for eclipsing her by greater bounds than she did those men in every single way, but she just felt glad she knew such a rare and astounding person. Sandy was amazing, but Aki didn't really have a word to describe her yet. Probably one of them would have to make one.