The first time I met Grant was just after my girlfriend Lisa started a new job as an office admin for a security company. The offices were not too far from mine so we were pretty psyched to be able to meet for lunch. I got there a couple of minutes early and she had me wait in the lounge. While I was sitting there, the lights seemed to dim slightly and I look up to see this enormous mountain of tight black t-shirt and track pants stride through the room. "wow, that guy is HUGE" I thought to myself. As he passed into the office area, Lisa came around the corner dwarfed by his mass. The bowling ball delts on wide shoulders, narrow waist beneath flared lats, and slightly rolling gait due to enormous thighs all spoke of an insanely powerful build. I could still hear the swish swish of the nylon track pants. 

"Who or what was that?" I questioned Lisa.

"Oh, that's Grant, one of the bodyguards, we provide all kinds of security and protection services including about a half dozen bodyguards. Grant is definitely the biggest" My mind could not shake the image I saw throughout the whole lunch I kept coming back to the massive muscled bodyguard. The meal was great, but soon Lisa said she needed to get back. Didn't want to make any bad impressions her first month at the new place. We quickly walked back, but as I had no pressing need to return, I asked if I could see the place. Lisa gladly agreed and we toured the area which was surprisingly large. They must have 100 employees, but I guess as a security company they keep a low profile. We looked in several offices, meeting and training rooms, and they also had a workout facility on site. As soon as we entered I heard the clank clank of heavy weights being lifted. My heart started pounding and the second we cleared the corner I saw Grant in a tank top and shorts. He was HUGE! Bulging muscle from his thick neck to his horseshoe calves. He was seated on a bench recovering from some heavy bench presses. Lisa introduced us. 

"Hi Grant, Willie here" and I thrust out my hand which was entirely swallowed up in his tight sweaty grip. 

"Oh, sorry bout that I've been working out. I'm a little warm." 

Chuckling to myself as I was getting warm too. Grant wanted to add some weight, but he needed a spotter for safety. Lisa was glancing at her watch and needed to get back to her desk. Grant said he could walk me out if I would stay 10 minutes to help him with the bar. I sure was glad he had no issues with the added weight and I simply watched as his impressive chest exploded with effort. I asked him about being a bodyguard, and he said it was mostly dull routine stuff. But he did confide one  thing. He pulled me close like he was telling me a secret and I stared at his incredible physique as he said. "I actually love it when I get into a fight at a club. Someone messes with my client and security knows who I am so they just let me take care of it my way." 

His slightly evil grin was actually a little scary as I contemplated what that body could do to another guy. He read my face and said. "Oh don't worry Willie. I would never hurt a nice guy like you... You are just the kind of guy I like to protect. Smart, nice, not big or physical or anything" "Hey! I can be physical. I work out" I said. He laughed and stood up full 6'2" and 285# right next to me and grinned. "I'm sure you are in great shape, but if you were in a bar fight wouldn't you want me on your side?" Hell yeah I'd want him on my side... I'd want him with me all the time. It would be a blast to have a bodyguard like that. Soon he was pulling on his track pants and walked me out. The rest of the afternoon is a blur.

Fast-forward to Saturday night. Lisa and her girlfriends go out and I am out with the guys. We hit this pretty nice club downtown and my eyes almost pop out of my head. Grant is working the door as a bouncer! He recognizes me immediately but keeps it a little cool though he manages to give me a wink. Not 5 minutes after me and two of my buddies get there, our other friend calls with car trouble. He's stranded. Those two guys take off to help him and now I'm alone with a beer. I sense someone behind me and I turn around with my eyes 6 inches from two of the biggest pec slabs I have ever seen with Grant's grinning face above them. 

"Where'd your buddies go?" he asked. I explained what had happened and that I hoped they would come back soon. Grant told me with a sneaky grin that his company had the security contract for this club and he was simply filling in for someone sick - normally he did not do door duty. He was typically a personal agent, but he kind of jumped at the chance to get a good bar fight in. I watched as his whole physique tensed up when he mentioned a fight. He was really excited by the possibility. I'm thinking it would be so awesome to see what Grant could do, but it really is kinda sick that he is actually wishing for it to happen. Just then my buddies returned - guess Jeff's car quit just down the street. We stake out one of the pool tables and order another round of beers. Soon another group of guys has lined up for a table but they are all full. they had clearly been drinking and got pretty obnoxious pretty fast making all kinds of rude comments. My friend TJ doesn't have much patience for crap like that and he tells them all to piss off. Things escalate and suddenly this hulking shadow looms large and of course I am thinking it is Grant and I start smiling thinking of what might happen next.... but.... It is NOT Grant. 

6'6" and 325# of massive towering muscle inserts itself between the two groups of guys with his huge arms folded, back to his buddies and says to us ... "who has a problem here that needs fixing?" Now TJ is not the brightest bulb in the string and he steps right up to the behemoth and says " I have a problem with those loudmouth jerks behind you there. The giant grins and his huge left hand on the end of his huge left arm shoots out grabbing TJ by the throat and lifting him off the ground with ONE ARM! As the huge man cocked back his right arm to put TJs lights out, Grant comes roaring from the side and levels the dude with a flying tackle! Both big men get up, Grant takes the first swing and I wince as he misses completely. I wince even more as the middle eastern dude drives a meaty fist into Grants abs. as Grant doubles over the big creep grabs his head and slams his huge knee up into grants gut four or five times - the sound is sickening. Loudmouth behind him says "come on Ali - show him who's boss!" Ali grins and squats slightly as he grabs Grant and slams his mile wide shoulders up under Grant racking him across his rock hard delts. Soon Grant is groaning as his back is tortured. Ali is simply grinning and starts to bounce each step pulling a loud bark from Grant as his back takes the impact. Soon, Ali forcefully dumps Grant's 285# down onto one of the bar tables splitting it down the middle and leaving the hulking doorman in a heap of pain and shattered wood. 

"that was fun!" said Ali and before the cops could show up he and his posse took off leaving everyone stunned in silence. I dropped to my knees and checked on Grant who thankfully was ok, just bruised - both his body and his ego. As I helped Grant up, one of my buddies answered his ringing phone, and the look on his face was strange. My number was calling him?? Where was my phone? awwwww crap! The goons with the monster muscle dude had grabbed my phone. The voice at the other end says... "if you want your phone, show up at Trainer's Gym tomorrow night at 10:15 - just you and your bodyguard"... *click*