Adam's Story - Helping Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 4


Yesterday seemed so long ago. Getting $120,000 in cash handed to me, an
interrupted bank robbery, getting answers to some puzzling questions from
Mistress Eve and now, lying here wrapped in the arms of the sultry Olivia. 'I
must have a guardian angel looking out for me,' I thought.

I was reluctant to stir as I didn't want to wake 'Liv' as she said I could
call her, but it was nearly six o'clock and I wanted to get into the gym
before Urbano. Besides, my bladder was telling me it was time to take care of
things.

As quietly as I could, I slipped under one well-toned arm and gently replaced
it on the bed. Before turning for the bathroom I looked down at my mate for
last night, Olivia. She was a brunette beauty with hazel eyes and luscious
lips, not to mention a body that would make any fitness model green with envy.

I padded to the bathroom and relieved myself. 'Whatever magic Mistress Eve
worked on my cock, the women seem pleased,' I thought. I was startled when
Olivia's hand snaked around my hips and grasped my penis. I took my hand away,
allowing her to direct my stream into the bowl. She chuckled softly. "How am I
doing," she asked. "You're doing fine, Liv, you haven't missed the bowl yet,"
I said. "You men have it so easy," she said as I finished up, "just stand
there and take a piss."

"Don't forget to shake it to get the drops off," I told her. "What?" she
asked. "You have to shake it so that any remaining droplets fall into the
bowl," I explained. She shook my penis. "Whoa!" I said, "Gently Liv, you're
not shaking a bottle of catsup, you know," and she laughed. "Sorry," she said.

I stepped away from the toilet, putting the seat down. She immediately sat and
peed. 'Not wearing clothes certainly made getting ready for the day easier,' I
thought. "I better get to the kitchen," she said, "Mistress Eve or Urbano will
want breakfast soon." She wiped, flushed and padded in the direction of the
kitchen.

I went to my room, brushed my teeth and shaved, arriving in the kitchen in
time to see Urbano just finishing a plate of scrambled eggs. "How was your
night, you two?" he asked. "Wonderful," Olivia told him with a broad smile,
"we slept like babies." He smiled.

"And what about you," I asked as Inga came in. "Wonderful night," he said and
I turned to look at Inga, she merely smiled. Urbano got up, his tanned
muscular frame looking even more defined than usual. "Off to the flower beds,"
he said and left through the back door. "Urbano looked more muscular this
morning," I said, directing my comment to Inga. "He is," Mistress Eve said as
she padded into the kitchen, "I gave him a little, what do you say, 'tune up,'
last night." She sat at the table with Inga and me.

"What would you like, Mistress," Olivia asked, coming to the table to set a
cup of coffee in front of me. "I'm feeling hungry this morning, Olivia, how
about an omelet with bacon, toast and coffee," Eve said, a smile on her face.
"Coming right up, mistress," Olivia said.

"If I may ask, mistress, what did you mean that you gave Urbano a 'tune up'
last night," I asked. She looked from me to Inga then back again. "You,
Urbano, Inga and Olivia are my staff, right?" she asked. "Yes," I replied.
"Well, think of it as a perk of the job," Mistress Eve said, "I take care of
you not just financially but also physically. I ensure that your bodies are
all they can be." "So, when you first brought me into the house, you were
responsible for my penis to grow and my muscle definition," I asked.

"Yes," Eve said, "and don't forget an increase in stamina. I admit, much of
what I do is self-serving, as it makes you a better partner, an attribute that
serves my needs." "Your needs being sex," I said, and she smiled. "Simply put,
yes, but also your help. You four are responsible for my property here, that's
why you're paid well and reap the benefits," Mistress Eve said.

'She continues to give me much to think about,' I thought. I looked at Inga
who smiled and said to Eve, "I for one am indebted to you, Mistress," and put
an arm around Eve's shoulders and kissed her neck. "Thank you," Eve said.

The telephone rang. I got up and went to the kitchen cordless. "Hello," I
said. The voice at the other end asked for Eve Anderson, and at first, I
thought they had gotten a wrong number. It was probably the first time I had
ever heard Eve's last name, if in fact it was her name. "She's on another
line, may I take a message," I asked. It was the police. They wanted to come
to the house and talk to Mistress Eve and myself about the robbery yesterday.
'Damn,' I thought, then spoke into the phone, "Let me check with Eve and see
when would be convenient," and punched the 'hold' button.

"Mistress, it's the police," I said, "they want to come to the house and take
a statement about the robbery, what should I tell them?" She hesitated a
minute, then said, "Very well, tell them to come by at ten o'clock." I hit the
hold button one more time and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, please come by
at ten." The detective asked for confirmation that Eve and I would be here.
"Yes," I said, "we'll both be here." We said our good-byes and I hung up.

"I was hoping to avoid this," Mistress Eve said, "but everything will be fine.
Be sure the three of you are clothed and on your best behavior. Olivia, I'd
like for you to make some cupcakes and have a pot of coffee on for the
detectives." "Yes, mistress," Olivia said. "Inga, please make sure the living
room is tidy and tell Urbano to get some pants on," and she smiled when she
said the last part. "Adam, go get dressed," Mistress Eve said.

Eve ate her breakfast, thinking about the pending police visit, and then
turned to Olivia who was busy cleaning dishes. "Make devil's food cupcakes,
Olivia," Eve said, "I have one extra ingredient I'd like you to put in
though." "Yes, mistress," Olivia said, wondering what the mystery ingredient
was.

Eve went to her room and took a small jar from a nylon bag under her bathroom
sink. She took the jar back to the kitchen, where Olivia was now in the midst
of preparing the cupcake mix. "Here," Eve said, putting a pinch of powder from
the jar into the batter, "That should do." Olivia mixed the batter then poured
it into the cupcake wrappers.

"Make sure that you serve the coffee and cupcakes once the detectives arrive,"
Eve instructed. "Yes, mistress," Olivia said.

On the way back to her room, she stopped in my room. "Be honest when you talk
to the police, Adam," Eve said, "but follow my lead." "Yes, mistress," I said.
"Olivia will serve her cupcakes and coffee when our guests get here, be the
good host and make sure the detectives help themselves." "Yes, mistress," I
said. Once Eve left, I thought, 'That seemed a bit odd.'

Ten o'clock came and there was a knock on the door. I answered and two
detectives, a man in his mid-forties, Detective Brown, and a woman in her late
twenties, Detective Conley, were there. I invited them in and showed them to
the living room. They were dressed in dark business suits and looked very
professional.

"Please," I said, "have a seat, Eve will be with us in a minute, she's on a
business call at the moment." "Thank you," Detective Conley said.

Olivia came into the living room carrying a try with a half-dozen cupcakes,
coffee and cream and sugar. "Detectives, this is Olivia, our cook," I said,
"Please have a cupcake and coffee, I can assure you, Olivia makes a great
cupcake." Olivia smiled and sat the tray on the coffee table in front of the
detectives. "Thanks," they said in unison.

Detective Brown reached immediately for a cupcake while I poured three cups of
coffee. "Please, help yourself, Detective Conley," I said. Conley, a petite
woman, looked at the cupcakes, and then at her partner, who had consumed half
of his. "What," he asked, "these are the best cupcakes I've ever had." Only
then did the female detective reach for a cupcake.

Detective Brown was well into his second cupcake when Eve came in. "Sorry to
keep you detectives, but I was on a call. I see Olivia has introduced you to
her cupcakes," Eve said.

The detectives stood up and reached across the table to shake Eve's hand,
introducing themselves. Conley stood a little over five foot and was dwarfed
by Eve, but didn't appear to be intimidated.

"Please, sit," Eve said acting the perfect hostess. She wore a short tan skirt
and emerald green blouse. She had on tan sandals that matched the skirt. Her
toenails and finger nails were green matching the blouse.

Once everyone was seated, Eve said, "Now how can Adam and I help you?" "Miss
Anderson, we wanted to ask what you can tell us about the bank robbery
yesterday. Mr. Jenkins at the bank said that you actually stopped the gunman,
is that true, and do you mind if we record your statement?" Detective Conley
asked.

Eve smiled at the detective and said, "Please, just call me Eve. Yes, that's
true and no, I don't mind if you record what we say." "Very well," Detective
Conley smiled, taking a small recorder on the table between them, "Please,
Eve, tell us how you subdued the gunman?"

"As Adam and I were about to drive out of the bank parking lot, I saw the
gunman exit a car that was parked in the alley behind the bank," Eve said, "I
instructed Adam to stop as I thought something looked odd about the man."

"Odd, odd in what way," Detective Brown asked, glancing at Eve's legs which
she had crossed. "Well, he was wearing a long coat and it was very warm," Eve
said, uncrossing her legs allowing Detective Brown a clear view up her skirt.
She was sitting so that the sunlight from the window illuminated her legs and
probably provided the detective with a clear view. "I thought that was odd,"
Eve said, and re-crossed her long legs.

"I see," Detective Brown said, "please, go on." "Well, the man walked into the
bank. I went to the man's car and pulled the driver through the window," Eve
told them. The detective's eyes widened, and Detective Conley asked, "You
pulled him through the window?" as if she hadn't heard correctly. "Yes,
detective," Eve said, shifting slightly in her chair and again uncrossing her
legs so that now Detective Conley had a view up her skirt.

I watched as Conley's eyes widened. "I reached through the driver's side
window and pulled him out of the car." Eve continued. "So you broke the
glass?" Conley asked. "Yes," Eve said, crossing her legs once again, "when I
reached through it."

Detective Conley absentmindedly reached for another cupcake, while Detective
Brown was on his third. Eve reached for the carafe of coffee, her blouse
falling open as she did so. Both detectives stopped momentarily, Conley held
her cupcake midway to her mouth while Brown stopped chewing what he had in his
mouth.

It was interesting to watch the control Mistress Eve had over the two
detectives. I doubt they even knew they were being toyed with. Her coffee
poured, Eve sat back in the chair, her saucer in one hand. She took a sip of
coffee.

"Doesn't Olivia make a good cupcake," Eve asked. "The best I've ever had,"
Detective Brown said. "They are almost addicting," Detective Conley stated,
and laughed lightly at what she had just said, then Brown began to chuckle. I
looked at Eve, and then I joined in the laughter, although I had no idea what
was said that was funny.

Finally, Detective Conley said, "You must be very strong, Eve, may I call you
Eve?" Eve smiled at the petite detective and said, "Yes, very strong," and
once again uncrossed her legs affording the young woman a clear view of her
clit. Detective Conley, never taking her eyes from Eve's thighs and what lay
above, sucked her index finger removing a bit of chocolate that was smeared
there.

Brown looked at me and asked, "Is it warm in here to you?" "No," I said, "but
please take your jacket off if you like." He stood and removed his jacket.
"Detective Conley," I said, and she slowly turned her head in my direction,
reluctant to take her eyes from Eve's thighs, "if you're warm, I can hang your
jacket up for you."

Smiling, she said, "Ahh, err, yes, that would be great," and stood to remove
her jacket, but instead she began to unbutton her blouse. Having loosened the
five buttons, she then removed her jacket, handing it to me. "Thank you," she
said. Both detectives now sat on the couch with their jackets off, their guns
in holsters on their belts. Detective Conley also had her blouse unbuttoned,
her white bra visible.

"Now," Eve said, "where were we? Oh, yes, I was about to ask what Mr. Jenkins
saw." Detective Brown said, "He told us that you held the man from the car out
as a shield so his buddy would kill him." Eve said, "That's not entirely true.
Once I pulled the driver from the car, we struggled. At the same time the
gunman exited the bank. He apparently saw me and panicked, shooting his
accomplice."

"That sounds reasonable," Brown said, looking at his partner, and then at her
chest, "Don't you think, Conley?" "Ahh, yes, that sounds about right," as she
cupped her right breast, seemingly unaware that she was doing it.

"That's a lovely bra," Eve said to the young detective. "Thank you," she
murmured, "It has a clasp in front," and the detective unfastened the garment.
Now sitting with her breasts exposed, her partner said, "You have great
breasts, Patricia." "Thank you, Frank," Conley replied blushing slightly, then
laughed softly.

"I've always admired them," Detective Brown said to his partner. I looked at
Eve, who, returning my look, shrugged. "Thanks," Conley said, "I thought you
did, but you never said anything." "I didn't want to be, you know, one of
those sleazy cops," Detective Brown replied.

"Oh, Frank," Conley said, "I would never think of you as sleazy. You've always
been the perfect partner and a real gentleman." Detective Patricia Conley
shrugged out of her blouse and sat it and her open bra on the couch beside
her. Her bare torso was pail, her breast rounded with little sag and large
dark areola. Frank inadvertently licked his lips.

Frank slowly reached out touching a nipple, waiting and watching for his
partner's reaction. Patricia Conley closed her eyes and let her head fall
back. She opened her mouth slightly as Frank's finger circled the areola.

"Is there anything else I can help with," Eve asked. Detective Frank Brown
never took his eyes from his partner and said, "No, I think I have everything
I want," and smiled. Detective Patricia Conley only bit her lower lip.

"Adam," Mistress Eve said, "I think that concludes the meeting," and laughed
lightly. She reached out and taking the small tape recorder in her hand,
switched it off.

We stood and Eve put the small recorder in the inside pocket of Detective
Browns jacket. Olivia came in and seeing the two on the couch said, "Well, it
looks like my cupcakes were a hit." She cleared the cups, saucers and napkins
from the coffee table.

"I think we should give these two some 'alone time'," Eve said, and her and I
followed Olivia to the kitchen.

Olivia was rinsing the dishes as we came in and sat at the table. "I think
that went well," I told Eve. "Yes," Eve said, "I think this interview will
have a very positive outcome given that Brown and Conley like each other."

We hadn't been sitting there too long when the two detectives came into the
kitchen. "We're going to be going now," Detective Brown said, holding the hand
of Detective Conley, "I think we have everything we need". Conley looked
disheveled, but had her blouse buttoned but not tucked into her pants. I
noticed the strap from her bra dangling from her jacket pocket and had to
stifle a laugh.

"Thank you for coming," Eve said, getting up from the table and moving to the
couple, "please, let me show you out." She walked them to the front door and
opened it. "Thanks once again," Detective Brown said and held his hand out.
Eve glanced at his hand and rather than take it, hugged the detective and
kissed him on the lips. She then did the same to Detective Conley.

"If I may be of further help, please call Adam and we can set up an
appointment," Eve told them. "Thanks," mumbled Conley and the pair turned and
walked to their car.

As soon as Eve closed the door behind her, her skirt and blouse disappeared.
Naked, except for the sandals, she came back to the kitchen and said, "I'm
glad that's over."

I looked at her and said, "Mistress, is your real name Eve Anderson?" I held
my breath not knowing whether such a question might raise the ire of my
mistress. She laughed and said, "No, not even close, but it's one of the names
I use here on earth, come, Adam, let's go have sex, watching those two
detectives has gotten me aroused."

I followed my mistress to her bedroom, where she gently shoved me onto her
bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, she looked huge. She unsnapped my shorts
and pulled them from my legs. She grasped the neckline of my T-shirt and tore
it down my chest. "There, that's better," she said, "that's how I like my men,
naked."

She took my penis in her hand and stroked gently. "Don't even think about
coming until I tell you to, Adam," she said. "Yes, mistress," I said although
I had no idea how I was going to not climax. Eve knelt on the bed, straddling
my hips and lowered herself onto my erection. "Do you like it when my vaginal
muscles control your cock?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," I said, "I love it."

She smiled as her marvelous love muscles went to work on my shaft. I was
amazed at the control she possessed. With little or no effort she could bring
a man or woman to orgasm within minutes or take as long as an hour. I was
hoping that it wouldn't take an hour today as I didn't think I could last.

Eve ran a hand over my chest as she pumped my shaft, then looking at me said,
"I'm going to come, Adam, and I'm going to move forward so you may drink my
juices. Don't spill any," and she let go of my cock and walked forward on her
knees so that her clit was over my face. She then lowered herself, positioning
her pussy over my mouth. "Drink, Adam," she said, "Take me", and she released
her juices.

I swallowed and swallowed and it seemed as if there would be no end. 'How many
orgasms was it possible for her to have?' I wondered. Satiated, she lay on her
back on the bed next to me.

"Do you think the detectives will be back?" I asked as I lay there. "I don't
think so," she said, "but I don't know."

I propped myself on one elbow admiring Eve and said, "So, Mistress, if I may
ask, what did you do to the detectives?"# She rolled her head and looked at
me, studying my expression, and then said, "I just added a bit of a compound
to the cupcake batter that loosened their inhibitions.# That's all."# "Well,"
I said, running my free hand over her rock hard breast, "it seemed to have
worked. # I just hope that they don't think you drugged them."# She chuckled
softly, "Adam, you worry so needlessly," she said, "the compound fades, as
will their memories of the event, but I had no idea that they were fond of
each other," and she laughed softly at the thought of Detective Brown playing
with Conley's breast.

"I need some sleep, Adam," she said, and I made a move to leave. Then she
added, "No, stay." I lay my head on her chest as her arm encircled me, my leg
across her huge thigh.

I didn't realize how exhausted I was and fell asleep immediately.