Adam's Story - Pissed Off Mistress
by Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 5


I woke alone in Mistress Eve's bed. Her bed was custom built to suit her 6'-7"
frame and with the mirrored walls, the room looked huge; a room befitting a
goddess. I glanced at myself as I rolled off the bed, and then examined my
body further as I stood before the mirror. My body had gone through some
amazing transformations. I was lean and hard, my chest and stomach taut, with
a model's six-pack abs. My legs were solid from running with Eve and my arms
were defined thanks to working out with Inga in the gym. My penis was now a
flaccid 9-inch.

I looked around Eve's bedroom at the furniture; dresser, headboard, nightstand
and a chest of drawers, all constructed of oak. The custom built bed was a
four poster with iron rings through the heavy uprights. 'I can only imagine
what those are for', I thought.

'I would love to look through her closet and drawers', I thought, 'but if I'd
get caught, there would be hell to pay.' I resisted temptation and padded from
her room into the kitchen. Olivia was busy at the stove with her back to me as
I came in.

"Good morning, Adam," she said without turning. 'How did she hear me?' I
wondered. "Good morning, Olivia," I said, "Is Mistress Eve around?" "I think
she left, but you never know," Olivia said, as I sat down, "She was talking on
her phone and didn't sound happy. Would you like some eggs, Adam?" "Yes,
please," I said.

Within minutes, Olivia had a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me as
well as a cup of coffee. She looked down as she sat the plate on the table,
"You look like my food is doing your body good." I looked up into her dark
brown eyes and smiled, "It is, Olivia," I said, "that and the hours I'm
spending in the gym. But you're looking pretty ripped yourself." She blushed
and said, "I'm working on it," and turned to leave giving me a wonderful view
of her bare butt.

I ate leisurely, and then went to work out in the gym. Two hours into my
workout I was drenched in sweat when Eve stormed through the door. "Good
morning," I said. She mumbled a cursory greeting and I could tell that
something had upset her. I knew not to approach her until she had let out some
of her aggression on the weights.

Eve went directly to the flat bench and ran through 8 repetitions with over
300 pounds. She added more weight and pumped out another 8, then repeated the
process until she neared 500 pounds on the bar. Only then did she slow down,
shrugging her shoulders, sweat dripping to the rubberized floor mat.

"Damn him," I heard her murmur as she pressed the bar back onto its stops
after her final lift. "May I help, mistress," I asked, finally deciding it was
safe to approach her. "No," she said, "I have it." "I meant with whatever is
troubling you," I said. She seemed to consider this then said, "I'm having a
bit of a problem with an individual in Las Vegas, he's a business partner and
has been skimming money, apparently doctoring the books for some time now,"
Eve said, "I'm going to have to deal with him." 'Poor son of a bitch,' I
thought, 'I wouldn't want to be in his shoes.'

Eve was now doing dumbbell flies on an inclined bench and I watched her
massive chest expand as she took the weights out from her body, and then
brought them back above her breasts. Her chest muscles rippled at being
challenged.

She continued working her chest, increasing the weight of the dumbbells.
Finally, after her fourth of fifth set she said, "Adam, perhaps you can help
me." As soon as I heard my name I went to her. "Would you like me to spot you,
mistress?" I asked. "No, not help with my lifting; help with my Las Vegas
problem," she said. "Sure, mistress, anything," I said.

"Pack a bag and go to Vegas, stay at the Excelsior Casino," Eve said, "I'll
meet you there in a day or two; I've got to make a few arrangements." "Sure,
mistress," I said, and went off to shower and pack. It had been years since I
was in Las Vegas; in fact, the Excelsior wasn't even there the last time. On
the Strip, the Excelsior was reported to have cost over thirty-five million
dollars to build.

I flew to Vegas and picked up a SUV, then drove to the Excelsior. The 25-story
hotel and casino was amazing to look at and even more opulent when I walked
through the lobby to check in. All of the rooms in this hotel were suites and
mine was on the 21st floor. I unpacked and headed down to the casino to check
that out. All I had to do was wait for Eve to arrive, so why not kill a little
time?

After playing a bit of craps and feeding a few dollars into the slot machines,
I headed back to the room. I swiped my room key card in the lock and stepped
into the darkened room. As I reached for the light, Eve said, "Welcome back."
I nearly jumped out of my shoes.

Once I got my heart under control, I said, "Have you been waiting long?" "No,"
she said, "I just now arrived," and gave me a wicked smile. She looked amazing
in shorts and a white T-shirt, her long muscular legs bare. She wore a pair of
stiletto heels with a single strap that encircled her ankle.

"You look amazing, but I didn't expect to see you so soon," I said, and she
laughed softly. "You are so predictable, Adam, what I needed to get didn't
take as long as I thought," she said, and glanced at the bedside clock. "We
have enough time, get undressed," she said, as she lifted the T-shirt over her
head and tossed it onto one of the room chairs. Her huge breasts looked as if
they were sculpted from marble. She unsnapped her shorts and simply let them
fall to the floor. This seven foot goddess was breathtaking. "You better hurry
up, Adam," she said, "or I'll make you cum in your pants."

Only then did I realize I had stopped unfastening my pants and was standing
open-mouthed staring at Mistress Eve. 'It seems', I thought, 'that no matter
how many times I see her naked, I'm still struck by her beauty and grace', I
quickly finished undressing as she approached. With her left hand, she lifted
my cock and stroked it with her right index finger. My member responded and in
an instant I was rock hard. "There, there," she said playfully, "that's what
Mistress Eve needs, but before we begin, Adam, suck my tits," and she began to
lightly stroke my shaft.

I ran a tongue around her areola and playfully nibbled at each nipple then
sucked on first one and then the other. I was rewarded with a sweet liquid. As
I pulled away, a droplet hung on the tip of the nipple and I removed it with
the tip of my tongue. As I did, I looked up into those gray-blue eyes and
found her watching me.

She sat on the foot of the bed and pushed herself up so that her head rested
on the pillows. "That won't last long, Adam," she said, "but it will be long
enough to bring your mistress to orgasm." 'What,' I thought, 'what is she
talking about,' and I shook my head slightly trying to clear my mind. As I
did, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, or at least I think it was
my reflection.

The man I saw in the mirror had ripped muscles and a huge penis. I quickly
looked down and my cock had never been so big. "Come to me, Adam," Mistress
Eve said, "let me feel that cock inside of me."

I didn't want to hurt her with my now massive member as I knelt between her
thighs, but reaching forward, she pulled my hips into her, burying my cock in
her vagina. "Ahh," she sighed as I began thrusting. "Harder," she said,
"harder!" I knew I couldn't last at this pace, but I didn't want to disappoint
my mistress. 'Actually', I thought, 'I'm afraid of what she'll do if I come
too soon.' I tried thinking of other things; the bedroom, its furnishings, the
casino downstairs, etc.

Just when I thought, 'She's insatiable,' Eve climaxed as did I. I collapsed on
her chest, panting. She laughed and hugged me. "You did well, Adam, but now
you must shower and take care of business," she said.

'Business', I thought, 'the only business I need right now is with this bed.'
But that is not something I would suggest to my mistress, so I said, "Yes,
mistress," and padded to the bathroom and ran a shower.

As I dressed, Eve explained what my mission was to be. It was simple, really,
all I had to do was go across the street to the 'Naked Truth', a strip joint
and spend the five one-hundred dollar bills that she gave me. The bills had
been embedded with a GPS tracking device so that she might follow their
location on her laptop computer. She explained further that she suspected her
business partner of pocketing the money rather than putting it in the company
account.

'So, Mistress Eve is in the strip club business' I thought as I crossed Las
Vegas Boulevard, 'I wonder what else she's into?' The 'Naked Truth' had the
glitz and glamour of Las Vegas, a brightly lit exterior and dark as night
interior. I gave the man at the door one of the hundred dollar bills to pay
for the cover charge. 'One down and four to go', I thought as I walked deeper
into the club.

I rounded a corner and saw the stage. It had three 'stripper poles', although
only two were occupied at the time. I took a seat near the stage and was
approached by a young woman clad in a G-string and heels. "Can I get you
something, handsome,' she asked. I ordered a Maker's Mark on the rocks and she
moved off, swaying her butt as she walked.

When she came back she asked if I wanted to pay for my drink or open a tab. I
said a tab, but she asked for a credit card and I told her I only had cash on
me. A smile crept across her face and she said she'd be right back, taking
another hundred dollar bill. 'One more down and three to go,' I thought.

She brought my change back and asked if I wanted a lap dance. "Sure," I said,
and she began by straddling my legs, swaying in time to the music. She brushed
the tip of a firm nipple across my lips and grinned when I parted my lips.
"No, touchy, baby," she purred as she continued to dance with the music.

I paid for the dance with the cash from the change she had brought. I didn't
know whether she would pocket a hundred if I gave it to her or turn it into
the club. I ordered another drink, not that I had finished the one I had, but
I needed to get rid of the bills.

At this point, I was killing time. I watched the dancers on the stage and
ordered a drink for my lap-dancing cutie and myself. 'Four bills down and only
one more to go,' I thought.

By now I was in need of a restroom, so I shuffled to the back of the club and
into the men's room. Vending machines along one wall sold condoms, breath
mints and cologne. 'What a place,' I thought as I stood at the urinal.

The door opened and closed and 'Miss Lap-dance' stood behind me, then reached
around and took hold of my penis. "Let me help with that, handsome," she said,
and then I heard her faint gasp as she 'sized me up.' I smiled to myself and
once done, turned to face her. Her eyes traveled from mine down to my penis.
"Well," she said, "you've got a lot to be proud of, don't you?" I laughed and
said, "I haven't had any complaints." "I understand why, honey," she said,
"Would you like Marsha to show you a good time?" "Maybe I can have a rain
check, Marsha, I need to get out of here," I said. She frowned but let go of
my cock so that I could zip up. "Suit yourself, stud, but when you want some
action, come back and see me," she said. I put a finger under her chin and
tilted her head up and said, "Don't think I won't."

I walked out of the bathroom and stopped at the bar. I got change from the
bartender for the last hundred dollar bill. Passing the stage, I gave each of
the two dancers a twenty on my way out. They said, 'Thank you," in unison as I
walked off.

Back in the suite, Eve was propped up on the bed, her laptop on her thighs
when I came in. I began to undress and she said, "Did you have fun at the
club?" I chuckled and said, "Yea, interesting place." "Who came on to you?"
Eve asked. "What," I asked, "What do you mean?" "Who came on to you, what was
her name?" Eve asked. 'How did she know,' I thought.

It was Eve's turn to laugh, she said, "I can smell her on you. Her scent, you
have it all over you, even on your cock. Go shower." I hesitated for a second
and she said more sternly, "Go on, go shower." I showered and when I came back
to the bedroom I said, "Mistress, I'm sorry, I only had a lap dance and then
she came into the men's room when I was there." Eve smiled. "I know," she
said, "don't worry; I know what goes on in that place, except apparently for
my crooked partner."

The laptop began to make a soft chirping noise. "Get dressed," she said,
getting off the bed. I dressed quickly and when I turned around, Eve was
wearing a skin tight pair of leggings in a black shiny material, her stilettos
and an emerald green top that looked as if it were painted on.

We went down the elevators and out to the parking structure. As I drove, Eve
directed me. Soon I was leaving Las Vegas and entering Henderson. We found
ourselves in an old residential neighborhood. "Over there, on the right," Eve
said pointing to one of the homes. "Come with me," she said, sitting the
laptop on the dashboard. We got out of the car and walked to the door. We
stood on the porch by the door, listening.

Eve tried the door and finding it locked, put a hand under the deadbolt and
pushed in. The frame gave under her awesome power. She swung the door shut and
again we stood listening. A television played somewhere in the rear of the
house. "Take your shoes off," Eve whispered to me as she reached down and
removed hers. Barefoot we set off down the hallway.

We could see the flickering light of a television at the far end of the
hallway. Quietly, Eve crept forward, and then pushed the door open. A woman
screamed and a man said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

I stepped into the bedroom to find Eve at the foot of the bed looking down on
a middle aged pudgy man with black curly hair and a rather hairy body. Lying
next to him was Marsha, my 'lap-dancer'. Marsha had the sheet pulled up just
below her chin.

"You've been stealing, Mario," Eve said, "That's not good for business or good
for your health." "Mario, who is this," Marsha asked. Mario ignored the
stripper next to him and said, "Eve, listen, I can explain, I just needed some
working capital, that's all. I'll put the money back." Eve looked at me, then
back to the man on the bed. "Spoken like a true thief, Mario," Eve said, "I
should have known getting into a partnership with you was a mistake." Eve
walked to the side of the bed. "The question is, what should I do to show you
I'm not one of your bitches to be screwed with," Eve said. "Hey, are you
calling me a bitch," Marsha asked. "Eve, please, I'm begging you, I won't do
it again," Mario said, "Please, I'll make good on all the money I took,
really." Eve seemed to consider what he was saying. Marsha asked again, "Look,
lady, were you calling me a bitch?" Eve shifted her gaze to Marsha and said,
"I'll get to you in a minute," and without saying anything else, put her right
hand on Mario's hairy chest and gripped his scrotum with her left hand. With a
blood curdling scream and legs thrashing, Eve crushed his testes.

I quickly looked from Mario to Marsha. Her eyes were huge, riveted to Mario's
now mangled scrotum, the appendage turning a sickening purplish-blue.

The scream died away as the man's head lulled to one side on the pillow having
passed out. Marsha dropped the sheet she had been holding on to to cover her
ears with her hands. The stripper looked at Eve and then me, then back to Eve.
"Wh-what did you do that for? Who are you?" Marsha said.

"I'm Eve and this is Adam," Eve said by way of introductions, "But I believe
you two have already met." 'How does she know this stuff', I thought as Marsha
looked up at me, then said, "Stud from the bathroom, right?" I looked at Eve
who only smiled and mouthed the word 'stud'. I shrugged.

"What's your relationship with Mario," Eve asked Marsha. "He's my boss," she
said, "that's all." Eve raised an eyebrow and Marsha added, "Well, OK, we fuck
occasionally when he's flush with money, but he's not my old man or anything
if that's what you're asking." "Well," Eve said, "You won't be having sex with
Mario for a very long time," and both women looked down at his destroyed
scrotum.

"Now, what shall I do with you," Eve said, walking around to Marsha's side of
the bed. As she walked her black leggings and green top seemed to evaporate.
Marsha's mouth opened as she watched this now naked Amazon approach.

"So," Eve said, stopping at the beds edge and placing her fists on her narrow
hips, "you work at the 'Naked Truth'?" "Yeah, but I'm no bitch," Marsha said.
"I know," Eve said and began to finger her clit, "but I know you came on to
Adam, and wanted his cock, now I want you to come on to me." Marsha had a
puzzled look on her face, but then noticed Eve's growing 'she-cock'.

"Take me, Marsha, worship your goddess," Eve said, and when Marsh merely sat
there, said, "You either service my cock or suffer the consequences." Marsha
didn't need to consider that very long. She swung her legs off the edge of the
bed and took Eve's 'womanhood' in her mouth. The sight of Marsha giving Eva a
blow-job was making me hard.

"Ahh," Eve said as she came, holding Marsha's head fast to her clit. Marsha
began to gag and Eve released her. Eve laughed and said, "Too much woman for
you, bitch?" Marsha stood up and balling her fists, beat upon Eve's chest. 'It
sounded as if she were hitting a side of beef', I thought. Eve laughed lightly
and pushed the stripper back on the bed. "I like a woman with a little spunk,"
Eve said. Then turned to me.

"Adam, why don't you show this bitch a good time while I get my money back and
look around the house," Eve said. Marsha said, "Its Marsha, my name is
Marsha." "Alright, Marsha," Eve said, "you and Adam can have fun while I find
what I need. Adam, take care of Marsha." Eve then turned to look through the
closet and dresser.

Marsha now looked from Eve, who was opening drawers and going through them
back to me. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my shirt over my head and went
to the side of the bed. Marsha hadn't moved, but kept glancing at Eve's back.
I knelt between her legs on the bed and moved forward so that my cock was at
her labia. Slowly I entered her. Marsha closed her eyes and exhaled as I went
deeper. She began to make soft mewing sounds as I buried myself inside of her.

I brought her to a climax, then another and yet a third. Eve had left the room
in search of stolen money and a set of books for the business. By the time she
returned, I was nearing orgasm myself. With a final thrust I exploded. Marsha
was breathing shallowly as I climbed from her, spent.

Mario was just starting to come around. Eve stepped to the side of the bed as
he moaned and cupped his scrotum. "You're lucky, Mario, that I only crushed
your balls," Eve said, "I should have ripped your heart out and jammed it in
your mouth, but I'll save that for next time if there is a next time." Mario
was crying, tears running down his cheeks, but he managed to shake his head
and said, "No, there won't be a next time." "Good," Eve said, and patted Mario
on the chest. I thought he'd pass out again seeing Eve raise her hand.

"And Marsha," Eve said, "keep your mouth shut, unless I want you to service me
again, do you understand?" "Yes," she said weakly. "Yes who, Marsha?" Eve
asked. "Yes, mistress," Marsha said. Eve smiled at the woman, her shiny black
leggings and emerald green top seemed to appear from nowhere. "Excellent,
Marsha, I knew I could depend on you, I'll see you at the 'Naked Truth'
tomorrow."

I couldn't help notice a little fear in Marsha's eyes.

Eve put the cash and books, presumably business accounts, in a pillow case and
turned to leave. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh, and Mario, I'd
think about getting some medical attention if I were you, that scrotum is
starting to look like a very ripe plum."

"Do you think he'll call the cops, mistress," I asked as I drove back to the
Excelsior. "Not if he knows what's good for him," she said, "but I think I'm
going to have to have a new business partner for my Vegas operation while he's
laid up. We'll go to the 'Naked Truth' tomorrow and check out the books
against the ones I took from Mario. You can entertain Marsha or vice versa."
We laughed as we pulled into the parking structure of the hotel.