Revenge of the Nerd
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The hallway buzzed with the static of midday—lockers clanging, sneakers squeaking, and gossip floating like perfume. But all that background noise faded the second Madison Voss strutted into view.
Six feet of muscle-packed confidence, Madison didn’t just walk the halls of Westgate High—she owned them. Her cheer uniform stretched tight across her sculpted frame, sleeves hugging biceps that looked forged from steel. Every movement of hers was purposeful, her smirk loaded with knowing power. And the cheer squad? They orbited her like planets to a sun, breathlessly hanging on her every smirk, every flex.
It was an unspoken ritual now: “Madison, flex for us,” they’d coo, trailing her like lovesick puppies. And she always delivered, rolling up a sleeve and pumping her bicep to its full, veiny glory while the girls swooned, some biting their lips, others reaching out to feel.
But today, Madison had someone else in her sights.
Nina Clarke. Quiet. Thin. Glasses. The kind of girl who disappeared into books and shadows.
Madison’s heavy footfalls silenced the space around them as she closed the distance. Nina froze, startled by the sudden shadow cast over her locker. She barely turned before Madison’s arm was already braced against the metal just beside her head, caging her in.
“Well, well,” Madison purred, her voice low and venom-slick. “If it isn’t the little mouse. What are you doing scurrying around the halls, little mouse.”
Nina swallowed hard, clutching her books to her chest like a shield.
“You ever think about doing something with that stick figure body of yours?” Madison sneered, leaning in close. “Or are you just hoping someone eventually finds your ‘intellect’ sexy?”
“I—I just wanna get to class,” Nina mumbled, eyes darting past the towering cheerleader.
Madison smirked, then slowly raised her other arm and curled it, the muscle ballooning into a thick, rock-solid peak just inches from Nina’s face. The scent of sweat and cherry body spray clung to her skin, and the bicep practically radiated heat.
“You feel that?” she whispered. “That’s what boys really want. Not brains. Not... whatever it is you’re doing. They want this.”
She flexed harder. The bicep swelled, thick veins snaking across the peak. Nina’s breath hitched—she couldn’t look away. It was mesmerizing. Bigger than she thought possible. Her whole field of vision filled with hard, flexing muscle.
Madison caught the look instantly. “Oh my god,” she laughed, loud enough to draw snickers from nearby lockers. “You like it, don’t you?”
Nina’s face turned crimson.
“Aww, nerd-girl has a thing for big muscles,” Madison cooed, her voice dripping mock-sweet. She inched even closer, flexing with deliberate arrogance. “Go ahead. Kiss it if you love it so much.”
Nina tried to shrink into the locker, but there was nowhere to go. Madison was already there, flexed bicep so close, Nina could feel the heat radiating from the muscle.
“Come on,” Madison whispered, voice low and dominant. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Nina’s eyes were wide with a swirl of confusion, shame... and something else. And Madison drank it in. She lived for this power.
Madison’s grin widened. “No? You’re not gonna kiss it?” she teased, voice thick with mock sympathy. “Then how about this…”
In one slow, fluid motion, Madison pressed her flexed bicep against Nina’s face.
It hit like a wall—hot, impossibly firm, and unyielding. The dense muscle ground against Nina’s cheek, pushing into the delicate curve of her lips. She could feel everything: the deep striations like cords of coiled steel beneath satin-smooth skin, the heat of Madison’s body radiating into hers, the faint sheen of sweat that smeared with the softest slide across her mouth.
Nina gasped—more breath than sound. Her lips parted instinctively at the contact, but no words came out. Her mind screamed to move, to pull away, to do anything—but her body wouldn’t obey. It was as if the bicep had short-circuited her.
The cheerleaders erupted in laughter behind Madison, the cruel chorus echoing through the hall like a chant.
“Oh my god, look at her face!” one shrieked. “She’s blushing!”
Nina’s knees threatened to buckle as the flush rose violently up her neck, searing across her cheeks. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, but the sensation of that muscle pressed against her lips—it stirred something deep and raw. A spark that bloomed fast and dangerous, hot and trembling. She didn’t understand it. She’d never felt anything like it.
And Madison knew. She leaned in, whispering close enough that her breath tickled Nina’s ear. “You’re so into this,” she said, savoring every word. “I can feel you breathing faster. You like being this close to power, don’t you?”
The muscle flexed again, just a little, and Nina whimpered—a tiny, involuntary sound.
Madison pulled back, laughing as she rolled her shoulders and turned to strut away, leaving Nina frozen against the locker, clutching her books like a lifeline, face burning.
“I’ll see you around, little mouse,” Madison called over her shoulder. “Next time, maybe you’ll be brave enough to ask for it.
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