Adam's Story - One of the Staff
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 2

"Inga, go with Adam and help him pack," Eve said. "Yes, mistress," Inga
replied. Eve again looked at me then smiled and walked out of the room.

"Come," Inga said, "get dressed and I'll meet you in the living room in a few
minutes."

I met her in the living room a few minutes later. She wore short walking
shorts, climbing boots and a plaid shirt tied below her perky breasts. 'She
looks hot,' I thought.

"We'll take the Hummer," she said, "I'll drive, you navigate." And so we set
off for my condo. The drive took nearly an hour with city traffic and we rode
in silence most of the way. As we neared my condo I said, "Inga, I'm not going
to pack. You can just drop me off. I have a job and a life. I can't just walk
away from it." She pulled to the curb outside my condo.

"No, Adam," she said, "Please, you must pack your things. Mistress will erase
your memory leaving you a child, or worse. She may even punish me. Mistress
Eve provides a nice house and all our needs, please, let's go in and think
about this." She looked truly concerned.

"Alright," I said, in part because I hadn't considered that Eve would take her
vengeance out on Inga, "let's go in." We stopped at the mail boxes so I could
collect my mail, and then I unlocked the front door. By force of habit, I
locked the deadbolt behind us.

I noticed the message light was blinking on the answering machine, but that
could wait a minute. As Inga looked around the house, I glanced at the mail.
The mail consisted of some advertisements, a couple of flyers and several
bills, one of which was a 'shut-off notice' from the gas company. 'What,' I
thought, 'I didn't cancel my service. In fact, I had never been late in paying
my bill. This must be a mistake.'

I reached for the phone to call the gas company, but punched the button to
play the voice mail. 'You have two new messages,' the recorded voice said,
'First recorded message,' and the voice on the machine was equally as recorded
as it simply gave a date and time for cancellation of phone service. 'Holy
crap,' I thought, 'what is going on here?' The second message was from a woman
in Human Resources at my work saying that they had received my letter of
resignation and that she and the company was sorry to hear of my decision to
terminate my employment. She went on to say that should I need a letter of
recommendation, they would be happy to provide it and that my final check with
my vacation time would be in yesterday's mail.

Inga looked at me as I was hanging up and could see I was visibly upset.
"What's wrong, Adam," she asked. "My life just went down the toilet," I said.
She put a hand behind my neck and said, "Let me help," and lead me to the
master bedroom. She unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it on the floor, and then
followed with her shorts. Inga had a beautiful body, toned and tanned with
nary a tan line. She wordlessly helped me out of my clothes, then whispered,
"Lie down, Adam." By now my penis was at full attention as she lie on top of
me. I wrapped my arms around her and for the next twenty minutes, made love,
climaxing together.

Her head on my chest, she turned and looked at the bedside clock. "Oh, shit,"
she said, "we have to get going." She quickly got dressed and looked down at
me. "Where is your suitcase?" she asked. "Top shelf of the closet," I said,
"but what's the rush?" She went to the closet and returned with the suitcase.
"Get busy packing whatever you want, Adam," she said, "but only bring what you
think is absolutely necessary." And before I could say anything, she was out
of the bedroom.

'I must be crazy,' I thought, 'and what's with the utility companies and my
company? It must be Eve.' I got dressed and began putting a few things in the
suitcase. The clothing that was in my room at Eve's was my size, so ...
'Wait,' I thought, 'those aren't my clothes, they belong to a dead man, what
am I doing and why did I think of it as 'my room at Eve's'?'

I walked to the living room and as I was going down the short hallway, I heard
voices. I stopped short of the living room to listen, but Inga and Eve were
speaking in Swedish. As I entered I saw Eve, towering above Inga. She wore
3-inch stiletto knee high boots in dove grey and had on a matching grey dress
that ended well above her knees. The sleeveless dress was low cut and flimsy
enough that her hard nipples looked like they would penetrate the fabric. She
was a goddess.

"Did you call the realtor?" Eve asked. "No, I was packing and ... ," I started
to say when she put a finger to my lips. "Shh," she said, "You were fucking
Inga when you should have been attending to business." "Mistress," Inga spoke
up, "it was my idea. He seemed so upset over quitting his job, that I thought
sex would help." Eve seemed to consider this for a moment, and then turned
back to me and asked, "Did it help, Adam?"

"Yes, mistress," I said, "Inga took my mind off of losing my job, but I didn't
... " I started to say and she again put a finger too my lips. "Shh," she
said, "it's good that Inga got your mind off of quitting your job, now call
the realtor while the phone is still working." I stared at Eve, but took the
business card from my pocket and dialed. I asked for the name on the card, but
was told the man was unavailable. Holding the phone to my chest, I said, "The
secretary says he's unavailable."

Eve ripped the phone from my hand. "Sylvia, this is Eve, you put Harmon on the
phone now!" she said tersely. She handed the phone back to me and seconds
later Mr. Harmon was on the line. I barely got a 'hello' out when he asked my
address and said he'd be by with the necessary paperwork within twenty
minutes. I hung up and said to Eve, "He said he's coming right over." She
merely nodded.

"I must run," Eve said, "Harmon will take care of you. I'll be gone a week or
two, but Inga, Olivia or Urbano may fill you in on what's expected of you."
She gave Inga a kiss and then came to me, looking down at me she smiled and
said, "Don't worry, my pet, everything will work out, you'll see," and gave me
a kiss as well.

She strode to the door and stepped outside. I went to the window to see where
she went, but she was gone. 'How did that happen?' I wondered. I turned back
to Inga and she asked, "She disappeared, didn't she?" and I only nodded, "That
happens, it took me by surprise the first time I saw it too."

Inga held up a photograph of my parents that sat on an end table. They had
been killed in an auto accident several years ago. The picture she now held
was the last taken of them. She handed it to me and said, "You better pack
this too." I took it from her and returned to the bedroom to put it in my
suitcase. I finished packing, not bothering to take much in the way of
clothing, but I slipped my shave kit into the bag.

No sooner had I zipped the suitcase shut and returned to the living room than
there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Harmon, who stood about 5'-6"
tall, brushed past me. "Is she here?" he asked to no one in particular.
"Mistress Eve," Inga said, "left a few minutes ago." Harmon looked visibly
relieved.

"OK," he said, "let's get down to business," wasting no time. And so for the
next half-hour we went over the details of selling my condo. I still couldn't
believe I was doing this but Mistress Eve had a strange 'hold' on me that I
couldn't explain. I signed paperwork and gave him a key so that he might show
it. As Inga and I were getting ready to leave, he said, "I'll have the place
cleaned and it will sell within a week or two. Tell Mistress Eve that I'm
sorry for keeping her waiting on the phone." "We will," Inga replied.

'What an odd little man,' I thought. We said our good-byes and left, leaving
Harmon alone at the condo.

We again rode in silence for a while, when Inga said, "I know how it is, I was
new to this life as well, you have many questions." "Yes, I do," I said, "not
the least of which is; how the hell did I get into this situation?" "It's not
going to be bad, Adam," Inga said, "you'll see, in fact, you may love your new
life. You like muscular women, right?" I looked at Inga and said, "Did Eve
tell you that?" She glanced in my direction and laughed lightly, "No, she
didn't have to; even I can figure that out." And we both laughed.

We got back to Eve's house in the afternoon. Inga parked in the garage and we
entered the house. I carried my suitcase with, my worldly possessions in it.
"Put that in your room, then come out by the pool, we'll talk," Inga said.

I went to my room and put the suitcase on the bed. I undressed and made my way
to the patio. I hadn't seen the pool but was amazed at the size when I stepped
outside. Urbano, Olivia and Inga were already there. "Mistress Eve will be
away a week or so," Inga said to the others, "but she asked that we fill Adam
in on what his duties are." "He needs to weed the flower beds," Urbano said.
Inga only glanced at him and Olivia chimed in with, "Wait, and is that before
or after he peels potatoes?" We all laughed. Olivia got up and made her way
back to the house. I watched as she entered, and then turned back to Inga and
Urbano. "She's beautiful," Urbano said, and I glanced at Inga. "That's OK,
Adam," Inga said, "I know both you and Urbano desire Olivia, we all do."

Olivia returned with a bottle of wine and four glasses. She handed each of us
a glass, then went around the group pouring wine. "What did I miss," she
asked. "Urbano was just saying how beautiful you are," Inga said, as Olivia
filled her glass. Olivia smiled showing beautiful even white teeth, and said,
"I think we're all beautiful," and gave Inga a kiss on the lips, and then
straightening up said, "Here's a toast to our mistress; for providing good
food, good wine, fine bodies and sound minds, salute!" We all drank to that.

As the evening wore on, the three filled me in on what my duties were to be.
Basically, I made sure that Mistress Eve was not accosted while she was out on
a run or going to or from a meeting. I would act as a body guard of sorts and
I would be a host for her parties at the house or elsewhere. It all sounded
fairly straight forward. I knew I'd have a lot to learn. And then Olivia said,
"Tell him about the sex, Inga." My head swiveled from Olivia to Inga quickly,
"What about sex?" I asked.

Inga smiled and said, "You will service mistress when she desires it, Adam, we
all do." Urbano chuckled as I'm sure I looked shocked and said, "You're not
opposed to having sex with a muscle goddess are you, Adam?" "No," I said,
perhaps too quickly, "it's just that I'm not use to such an open discussion
about sex. I'm not usually an exhibitionist." "Yet here you sit with two
beautiful naked women and myself, talking about sex and your desires," Urbano
said, and took a sip of his wine. He was absolutely right, 'what was happening
to me?' I thought.

Urbano said, "I'm going to sit in the Jacuzzi for a few minutes, anyone want
to join me?" "I'll join you," Olivia said, standing up. Urbano stood and I
thought, 'He has one of the biggest penises that I've ever seen, even in
magazines or on the internet.' The pair moved to the far end of the patio. I
looked at Inga and said, "Not going in the Jacuzzi?" "No," she said, "I'm more
of a sauna girl. Care to join me?" "There's a sauna here?" I asked. "Yes,
come, I'll show you," she said and took my hand as we walked back to the
house.

She led me to the most complete gym I had ever seen. It had rows of various
machines, benches, racks of dumbbells an elliptical machine and a treadmill.
At one end a door lead to a redwood paneled sauna. It could easily seat six on
the wooden benches. We stepped in and took a seat. "There's a shower next
door," Inga said, "if you want to soak then come back. That really opens the
pores."

"Can we use the gym?" I asked. "Oh, yes, Mistress Eve encourages us to use
it," Inga said, "she likes her staff to be fit and she'll help you, you'll
see." "I'll work out tomorrow," I said. "Let me know if you want a spotter,"
she said.

We sat for ten minutes then Inga and I went to the shower and let the water
cascade over our bodies, and then went back to the sauna for another twenty
minutes. We showered together and toweled off. "Would you like company
tonight," Inga asked. "Sure," I said, perhaps a little too eager and we went
to my room.

After having sex, she lay with her back against me, my arms wrapped around
her. I still had so many questions but found I was exhausted and we both fell
asleep.

I woke with Inga still in my arms, now facing me. Her blue eyes looking in
mine, she smiled and said, "Good morning, Adam." I kissed her neck and she got
out of bed and padded to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, but not shutting
the door. "Would you like to work out first or have breakfast," she asked as
she sat there. I chuckled softly at her lack of inhibition. "I'd like to work
out first," I said, getting out of bed and stretching as Inga came back into
the bedroom.

She watched as I stood and peed in the toilet. "I love that about men," she
said, "and Mistress Eve. It seems like it would be so easy to just stand and
pee." I had never given it much thought, but said, "I guess it makes it
easier, certainly quicker, but what did you mean about Mistress Eve." "Oh,"
she said, "She can stand and pee as well. She has a clit that rivals most men
that I've been with." 'Now this is getting more and more interesting', I
thought. "I guess I'll have to take your word for it," I said. "Oh, you'll
find out," Inga said as we walked to the gym.

Inga and I spent the next several days in each other's company. Either I would
sleep in her room or she in mine. We worked out and ate together while we
waited for Mistress Eve's return. She would tidy up the house, do her chores
and I would run errands, going to the market for Olivia and even picking up
supplies for Urbano. We seemed to gel as a staff and I fit in easily, while we
waited for Eve's return.

On the sixth day, Inga told me that Harmon was on the phone. I took the call
and he said that he had received an offer on my condo. He would be by that
afternoon with the paperwork and my mail.

Shortly after noon, Eve arrived. Not with a clap of thunder or a bolt of
lightning, not that I saw, but she simply walked through the front door. She
wore a black leather micro-mini skirt, black ankle boots and a sheer silk
blouse that revealed her breasts.

"Mistress Eve," Inga said, hearing the door open, "so good to have you back."
I came into the entryway, followed by Olivia. "Good afternoon, mistress," I
said. "May I get you anything, mistress?" Olivia asked.

"Good afternoon," she said to no one in particular, "Adam, take these
clothes," at first I was unsure of what she required, but I went to her and
began unbuttoning her blouse. I folded the shear fabric over my forearm and
unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it and I folded it and placed it atop
the blouse. Being this close to her body and those magnificent muscles caused
my penis to become semi-erect. She looked down at my cock and smiled. "I see
someone missed me," Eve said, and lifted my shaft with her index finger.

Turning to Olivia she said, "I'd like tea, Olivia." "Yes, mistress," Olivia
said and turned and padded back to the kitchen. Eve then turned to Inga and
spoke to her in Swedish. I heard my name mentioned a couple of times and Inga
replied in Swedish. I looked up into Eve's grey-blue eyes. She still had her
finger under my penis.

"Inga tells me that you're a good lover, that you have been very attentive to
her," Eve said. "Yes, mistress," I replied. "Good, good," she continued, "as
long as you do not become jealous or overly attached, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, mistress," I said. "And as long as you serve your mistress above all
others," she said. "Certainly, mistress," I replied. She smiled and removed
her finger from beneath my cock which now fully erect, remained stiff.

"Inga, I will require a massage after my tea," Eve said, "then we will meet
with Harmon," and she turned to look once again at me. "He said he has an
offer on my condo," I said, lamely. "Of course he does," Eve said with a
slight smile.

Olivia came with Eve's tea, steam rising from the rim. She took a sip and
smiled. "Wonderful, as usual, Olivia," she said. "Thank you, mistress", Olivia
said. Eve blew briefly across the top of the cups rim, then putting it to her
lips drank the balance of the cup. She handed the cup and saucer back to
Olivia then turned and walked in the direction of her massage room, still
wearing her ankle boots, Inga close on her heels.

I turned to Olivia, "What sort of tea does Mistress like," I asked. "Funny you
should ask," Olivia said, "It's delivered here in an unmarked box, it shows up
on the porch whenever we're running low on what's in the pantry." She turned
and padded back to the kitchen.

At precisely 4:00 the doorbell rang. In my week or so that I had been here, I
had never heard the doorbell. I answered, quite honestly forgetting I was
naked. As soon as Harmon saw me, he flinched, and then stared at my penis as I
stepped aside to let him pass.

As we walked to the living room, he said, "I've brought all the necessary
paperwork and your mail," and he held up his attach' case, "and I've taken the
liberty of having your mail stopped and rerouted to this address." "Thank
you," I said, "please have a seat." "Thank you," he said and was mid-way into
a chair when Eve entered, naked now from head to foot. Harmon stood up quickly
and said, "Oh, mistress, I didn't know that you were back." I noted he was
blushing.

Eve looked at the little man with a slight smile on her lips. "Of course you
didn't, Harmon, get undressed," she said softly, and he loosened his tie and
then kicked off his loafers. Harmon was pudgy, with sparse hair which he tried
to conceal with a comb-over. He finally removed his white briefs revealing a
small, very small, penis.

"I see you have done nothing to improve yourself," Eve said, eyeing the man,
"Sit!" she commanded as if she were speaking to a dog. He sat on the couch, a
coffee table between him and Mistress Eve. "What have you brought us?" she
asked. Harmon cleared his throat and said, "I think this is a very generous
offer, mistress," and opened his case and extracted a thick folder. "The
prospective buyers will give Adam $350,000 for his condo," he said, "there are
fees that need to come out of that, of course, escrow fees, cleaning fees,
etc. but I have them all itemized. I think you will find everything in order."
He looked from Eve to me then back to Eve. 'He reminds me of a rabbit before a
hungry snake,' I thought.

Again Eve smiled and looked at me, "And the bottom line is what exactly,
Harmon," she asked still looking at me. He cleared his throat again, "Ah, err,
its $310,000 and change and with the payoff of the balance of his existing
mortgage, Adam will walk away with $80,000, give or take." Hearing this last
figure, Eve chuckled. "Oh, Harmon, Adam needs to walk away with $120,000. Do I
make myself clear?" "Yes, mistress, but there's certain fees and ... ," Harmon
began but got no further as Eve reached across the table and took the man by
the neck. It happened fast that neither I nor Harmon had expected it.

She lifted him off the couch and held him aloft as if he weighed nothing, his
air supply quickly running out. "Listen, little man," Eve hissed, looking the
man in the eyes, "I don't care how you make it happen, but you will be back in
two days with $120,000 in cash, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," he said
in a hoarse whisper as he clutched Eve's wrists.

She continued to look into his eyes for a few seconds then tossed him to the
floor, where he curled into a ball, clutching his throat and taking large
gasps of air.

"I should just crush you like the bug you are, Harmon," she said looking down
at the man, and placing one foot on his rib cage, "but I won't because you are
useful in your own miserable way, now get dressed and clear out. Be back in
two days with $120,000, and then Adam will sign those papers."

She turned and left the room, and I watched Harmon, get shakily up off the
floor. He put his underwear back on, shirt, trousers and socks and shoes, not
bothering with the tie. He hurriedly put everything back in his attach' and
was about to close it when he croaked, "Almost forgot, here's your mail," and
tossed it on the coffee table, "I'll see myself out," and left.

I felt sorry for Harmon, but then picked up the mail. I scanned the envelopes
and found my final paycheck from my former employer. I would have to deposit
it at the ATM the next time I went into town.

'$120,000 in cash,' I thought, 'thank you Mistress Eve.' I smiled to myself.