Adam's Story - Questions and Answers
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 3



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Two days after the realtor's visit, he called and said he would be bringing
the cash by in an hour. After hanging up the phone, I informed Mistress Eve.

"Good," she said, "that little wimp needs constant supervision. When you go to
town to deposit the money, I'll ride with you, I need to stop at a shop
there." "Yes, mistress," I said.

I answered the door and Harmon was dressed in a light weight tan suit with
complementary tie. He looked past me into the house, "Is Mistress Eve at
home?" he asked. "Yes," I said, "Please come in," and I stepped aside. He
entered carrying what looked like a new attach' case, his eyes shifting from
right to left, obviously on the lookout for Mistress Eve.

Laying the case on the coffee table, he said, "This is your money, $120,000,
in cash as Eve requested," he said, and opened the case. He lifted out the
folder he had had on his previous visit and I saw neatly banded packs of
money. 'Wow,' I thought, 'there really is a lot of cash there.' "Please," he
said, "I just need your signature," and held open the folder with one hand and
extended a pen with his other. I sat on the couch and signed several pages not
bothering to look at them, and then handed the folder and pen back to Harmon.

"Thank you," he said and tucked his folder under his arm and turned back
toward the door. He had only gone a few feet when he noticed Eve blocking his
way. "I, ah, I brought the money," he stammered. "I see that," Eve said, "if
you expect a 'thank you', you won't get it from me, you worm, so run along now
Harmon." Dismissed, he looked relieved and hurried to the door and threw it
open, pulling it shut behind him.

Mistress Eve laughed, "Such a wimp, but a useful wimp. Go get dressed and
we'll go to town so that you can deposit your money and I can run my errands."
"Yes, mistress," I said, taking the case and heading for my room.

I drove Mistress Eve into town. "May I ask you something, mistress?" I said.
She glanced in my direction from the passenger seat, "Yes, Adam, what is it?"
"Have you ever met anyone that you couldn't control?" I asked. She seemed to
be considering that for a moment, then said, "No, never, however, there are
those individuals that require a little more, persuasion than others." I stole
a glance at her and thought, 'I can believe that.'

We rode the rest of the way in silence until I pulled into the bank parking
lot. "Will you be coming in, mistress," I asked before getting out. "No, Adam,
I'll walk over to the boutique across the street, come over when you're done."
"Yes, mistress," I said and retrieved the case with the money from the back
seat.

I stood at the corner of the bank and watched as Eve walked across the street,
her long muscular legs bare in a pair of short jean shorts and a white
T-shirt. She wore her ankle boots which gave her an extra 3-inches of height.
I noticed a passing motorist almost ran into a parked car as he swiveled his
head to watch this Amazon walk across the street. I chuckled to myself and
thought, 'And I live with this muscle goddess.' If Eve was aware of the
distraction she created, she didn't acknowledge it.

Inside the bank, I waited briefly and signed my final paycheck, then slid the
attach' and endorsed check to the teller. The young woman's eyes opened wide
at the amount of cash in front of her. "Ah, sir, ah, I'll have to get my
manager. Just a moment, please," she said and she scurried off to get her
manager.

I watched as she approached a middle-age man at a desk. He glanced up and
motioned me over. The young teller walked back to her position. "Now, how may
I help you, Mr. Johnson," he asked. "I'd like to deposit this into my savings
account," I told Mr. Jenkins. The little name placard on his desk said,
'William Jenkins - Manager.'

"Certainly," he said, and began looking through and counting the stacks of
$100 dollar bills. This was taking longer than I had planned on. "$120,000,"
he said, jotting the figure on a slip of paper, "is that correct sir?" "Yes,
and my check," I said. He wrote that figure on the paper as well. "I won't be
a moment," he said and walked to the teller that had originally helped me.

I was still seated, waiting for Mr. Jenkins to return when it sounded like a
commotion behind me. I turned to see Eve stride into the bank, several bags in
her hand. She stopped and looked around, then spotted me sitting at the bank
manager's desk, and walked over. I stood up as she approached, "What's the
hold up," she demanded. "I'm not sure," I said, "the bank manager had to count
the money, then take it back to the teller."

I glanced in the bank manager's direction and he started back towards Eve and
me, looking agitated, a deposit slip in his hand. "Mistress Eve," Mr. Jenkins
said in a soft voice, offering her his hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't know Mr.
Johnson was with you." "Yes, Bill," Eve said taking the bank manager's hand in
hers, "Adam is my new assistant," and I watched as the man's brow furrowed and
his face reddened. I looked at Eve and her bicep was pumped. Then I noticed
her grip on Mr. Jenkin's hand. She had crushed it.

"Never keep Adam waiting, do you understand?" Eve said in a quiet voice. "Ahh,
ye-yes," he managed to say. She turned loose of his hand and he cradled it
against his body. "Good," she said, "Now I suggest you go have that hand
looked at, Bill, we don't want you to damage it any more than you already
have, now do we?" "No, mistress," the man said holding back tears. "Come along
Adam," she said, and turned toward the doors leaving me to pick the bags up
and give Mr. Jenkins a weak smile.

Back in the car, I put her bags in the trunk. I glanced at the deposit slip
before slipping it in my pocket. "Holy crap," I blurted out, drawing Eve's
attention, and withdrawing the deposit slip once again, "this can't be right."
"What's the matter, Adam?" she asked. "I deposited the cash and my check and
that with what I had in there from before, should be about $135,000," I said,
"but according to this receipt I have a little more than $350,000 in my
account." Eve laughed, "You're forgetting one thing, Adam, I pay you for your
services," Eve said, "I put your pay directly into your account, you'll see
when you get a statement, now let's go?"

"Thank you, mistress," I said, "I never thought to asked what you were paying
me, or even if you were paying me, you're being more than generous." "Drive,
Adam," she said, and smiled at me.

I backed out of the space and headed for the alley at the rear of the bank
intending to drive down the alley to the next street.

"Pull in here," Eve said, a sense of urgency in her voice, and I pulled back
in to a space near the exit. "Wait," she said holding up a hand, and I was
puzzled as to what she was waiting for, that's when I noticed a man in a car
parked behind a dumpster in the alley. A second man, wearing a long coat even
though it was a warm day, had exited the vehicle and was heading into the
bank.

I turned to look at Eve to ask what she thought was going to happen, but she
was no longer in the passenger seat. I swiveled back to see her at the rear of
the parked car. The man behind the wheel didn't appear to notice her. In two
strides she was at his door. Startled, the man quickly turned and Eve reached
through the glass as if it wasn't there, grabbing the man around his neck. Her
large hand nearly encircled his neck.

With no effort, she pulled the man through the shattered window with one hand.
Only then did he begin to cry out. "Hey, hey," he gasped, "Let go. Put me
down!" With little effort she crushed his wind pipe.

I had my car door open, one foot on the pavement when the rear door of the
bank swung open and the man with the long coat stepped out, an assault rifle
in his hand, the attach' case I had taken into the bank minutes earlier in his
other hand. "Put him down, lady," the man shouted, "put him down or I'll waste
you."

Eve pressed the man to her chest and walked towards the gunman. The gun
exploded in a short burst, the shots hitting his dead partner in the chest.
Another short burst hit the man in the mid-section and still a third burst, in
the shoulder.

"Hey!" I shouted and the man with the gun turned in my direction, but before
he could fire his weapon, Eve was on top of him. She hit him with a right to
his left jaw hard enough that I heard the crack of breaking bone. The man
staggered back a step and collapsed.

She dropped the dead man on top of the gunman who was out cold. The sound of
sirens sounded in the distance. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said as
she got in the car. I backed out and turned down the alley in the opposite
direction.

"We don't need all the attention that the bank robbery would create," Eve
said, "but I'm glad that ass got what was coming to him." "I suppose his
buddy, the guy who stuck up the bank, will now be charged with murder," I
said.

We rode in silence for a few minutes, then I said, "Do you think anyone saw
us?" "Probably," she said, "if they did, the police will want to question us."
The balance of the trip was in silence. When we got back to the house, I
pulled the Hummer into the garage and closed the door. Eve got out and went
into the house. I grabbed her bags and followed not far behind.

I caught up with her in the living room and she said, "Bring the bags, come
with me," and I followed her to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us.
"That was very brave but extremely foolish to draw that gunman's attention to
you," Eve said, "but it gave me a chance to get closer." "That's what I was
hoping," I said.

"For your bravery, you may ask ten questions. I know a lot is on your mind,"
Eve said. 'Where do I start,' I thought being caught off-guard. As I watched,
the jean shorts and the white T-shirt seemed to disappear before my eyes.

"OK, first, how did you do that?" I asked. "What, shed my clothes," and she
laughed, "I'm a chameleon of sorts, I can change my appearance as I need to,
what else?"

"Well, where are you from," I asked. "As I told you when we first met, I'm not
from here, earth I mean, I'm from a distant planet, but you wouldn't know it,
most astronomers don't know of it," Eve said.

"Why me, mistress," I asked, "Why did you pick me to be your new Adam?" "The
previous Adam had made mistakes, he was becoming lacks in his duties," she
replied, "Him preventing me from running into you was as you humans say, 'the
straw that broke the camel's back', but it was also a matter of convenience."

"How strong are you," I then asked looking at her magnificent body. She was
looking at herself in her mirror, running a hand over her massive breasts.
"Let's just say I'm extremely strong and leave it at that," she said, flexing
her biceps.

"Inga tells me that you can pee standing up like a man, is that true?" I
inquired. This brought a wave of laughter. "What a funny question, Adam, but
yes, I can pee, as you say, standing," she said, "My clit is well developed
and capable of pleasing a woman or a man for that matter and I pee with it,
however, I have control of my clit and vagina. Super control."

"You seem to have sex often, are you a sexual predator?" I asked. She didn't
answer immediately, but seemed to consider this question. "I'm not sure of
your definition of predator, but no, I don't consider myself a predator. I
pleasure humans and they provide what I need," she said, "I only give them
what they want."

"Did you enjoy killing that man at the bank today," I asked. "That's a good
question," Eve said, "The answer is yes, I get a certain arousal from
destroying those that are low life's, thieves, drug dealers or pedophiles.
It's what you would call a 'turn on' for me, a 'rush'."

I considered what she had said and wondered, 'Will I be next?', but asked,
"How old are you?" Again she laughed and looked at me. "Are you worried about
age differences or being seen with an older woman, Adam?" she asked, "how old
do you think I am?" "No, I'm not worried about any of that," I said, "I don't
know maybe early thirties." She laughed again, and then said, "In earth years,
I'm nearly 200-years old, but age is of no importance."

"Where do you go when you disappear?" I asked. "Another good question, but one
that I'd rather not answer," she said, "but I will say it's to other places
here on earth to take care of business and deal with other people, not to my
home planet. It takes a lot of money to live like this," and motioned to her
room, but she may have been referring to her lifestyle.

"How do you disappear and appear," I said, "When you walked out the door of my
condo, I looked out the window and you were gone, how do you do that?" "It's a
space versus time continuum," she said, "It's difficult for most humans to
understand it, and I'm not the best at explaining it, but suffice to say, I go
into another dimension temporarily to get where I'm going. It's more efficient
than using a car or plane," and she chuckled at the thought.

"Why did you leave your planet or home, and why did you come here to earth," I
asked. "I was always considered a rebel by my people, and it wasn't so much
that I was banned, but I decided to leave," Eve said, "Fortunately my father,
to use a human term, was the head of an inter-galactic transport organization,
so I commandeered a ship and came here. Our people have known about earth for
a long time. Besides, I find you humans provide me with what I need and want."

I hesitated thinking she would explain what she meant, but she didn't, instead
she said, "I believe that's ten questions. I'm sure with the answers I've
given you and what Inga, Olivia and Urbano have told you, you have a good idea
as to what is going on. But for now, I need to have sex with you."

Somewhat taken by surprise, I went to her and kissed one of her massive
trapezius muscles. "Hmm," she said, "Let me show you my muscles," and she
pushed me so that I sat on the end of her bed. She began by flexing her
biceps; one at a time, then together and finally, with her arms in front,
flared those trapezius muscles that I had been kissing.

"Now watch," she said, "you had asked about my clit," and she began to finger
it, "watch as I grow, Adam," she continued, and it did in fact grow, "I want
you to suck me, Adam, make love to my clit." She was now stroking herself, her
clit approximately six-inches in length, and perhaps an inch in diameter. 'I
wouldn't believe this if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes', I thought. She
removed her hand and her 'she-cock' stood erect at an amazing eight-inches.

"I've never seen anything like that," I said, "you're magnificent." She
chuckled lightly and said, "Take me now, I must come and you must drink it
all." I greedily made love to her 'she-cock' and was rewarded with a torrent
of Mistress Eve's cum. I gulped and lapped her clit. Whatever its properties,
I now felt invigorated and she said, "You may take me now," and she sat on the
bed next to me then laid back. Her clit was nearly back to its 'normal' size
when I entered her and began to rhythmically pleasure her.

Eve was incredibly warm, her skin felt like warm granite. She put her legs
around my waist and I thought, 'She could cut me in half with those thighs if
she wanted to.' I climaxed with a heavy sigh as Eve's well trained vaginal
muscles milked every drop from me. She looked at me with the piercing
grey-blue eyes and said, "You must now lap your juices from my pussy, Adam."

I had barely caught my breath as I slid from her and probed where my cock had
just come from with my tongue. I did as I was told and sucked and lapped my
cum from her. She moved her hips slightly to some unheard rhythm and climaxed
once more. "You have a trained tongue, Adam, that will serve me well," she
said, "but as much as I would like to continue, I really must shower."

I left her bedroom, near exhaustion from my sexual encounter with, 'what', I
thought, 'a space alien?' Then I began to think of questions I should have
asked and mulled over what she had told me. By the time I got to my room, I
was ready for a nap.

It seemed I had just closed my eyes when there was a tapping at my door. I
opened it to find Inga. "It's time for dinner," she said. "I'll be right
there," I said and thought, 'I'll shower later.'

All of Olivia's food was gourmet. She was truly a chef rather than a cook.
Meals were served family style with salads and main courses served on platters
or large bowls. The five of us ate and laughed, Mistress Eve told the others
about the bank robbery, and Urbano said, "I hope you killed them both,
mistress. I would have." "I'm sure you would have, Urbano," Eve said, "I know
the one that was shot by the robber was most certainly dead, but the man I hit
will probably live, but need reconstructive surgery for his face," and she
smiled remembering the blow to the man's face.

After the meal, Eve went to her office while Urbano, Inga and I helped Olivia
clear the table, wash and dry the dishes. As I dried, I asked, "Urbano, where
do you come from?" "Originally, from Costa Rica," he said, "but I've been with
Mistress Eve so long, I'm a native." 'Yes,' I thought, 'but a native of what'?
"And what about you, Olivia, where are you from originally?" I asked. "Italy,"
she said, "a long time ago. I've been with Mistress Eve nearly as long as
Urbano." "And I know Inga is Swedish, right?" I asked. "Yes," she said,
"Uppsala, Sweden, actually."

"Who's up for a glass of wine and sitting in the Jacuzzi?" Urbano asked. We
took our drinks to the patio and eased our bodies into the Jacuzzi. The warm
water and the bubbles gave my muscles instant relief.

'I can't believe the last month or so,' I thought, 'running into Eve, selling
my house, terminating my job, not that that was my idea, and becoming one of
Eve's 'staff', this has been quite the experience.'

I was awakened from thinking about my life by Olivia. "I said," she repeated,
"are you ready for bed?" I looked at her and blinked, she smiled and said,
"It's my turn tonight," and she extended her hand and stood, water sheeting
from her dark athletic body. I stood as if in a daze and stepped out of the
Jacuzzi, hand in hand with this Italian beauty.

"I hope you still have energy, Adam," she said and gave me a wicked smile
showing her even white teeth. She took my hand and led me to her room. It was
much the same as Inga's but was furnished with dark furniture and a canopy
bed.

'Oh, man,' I thought, 'this is unbelievable,' as she pulled back the bedspread
revealing black satin sheets. Within minutes she had my penis fully erect and
swung a leg over my mid-section.

With moves that would rival a gymnast, she lowered herself onto my waiting
shaft and began rising and lowering her athletic frame. I reached out and
fingered her firm breasts, pinching the nipples with my fingers.

"Tenere a andare, pi## duro, pi## duro", she said in what I took to be
Italian.

She collapsed on top of me minutes later, her hair damp with perspiration,
breathing heavily. She remained pressed against my body for a long time then
said, "Thank you, Adam, please spend the night." "I will," I said. "Good," she
replied, breathing back to normal, and gave a yawn.

She put her head on my chest and soon, her breathing slowed and I knew she had
drifted to sleep.

Just before I fell asleep, I thought to myself, 'Have I died and gone to
heaven or am I just the luckiest man on earth?' And I wrapped my arms around
Olivia.