Adam's Story - The Naked Truth
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 6


I woke when my mistress, Eve, gave her muscles a morning stretch. I had been
fast asleep, face in the crook of her arm, my right arm across that
magnificent chest.

As she stretched, I sat up, then moved to the side of the bed and sat watching
her work her muscles. I enjoyed my private time with my mistress, especially
when she gave me my own muscle show.

"You like watching me stretch and tease my muscles, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, mistress, you're magnificent." She smiled at the complement. "Did you
like watching me crush Mario's balls, last night too," she asked. The previous
evening Eve and I had gone to her business partners' house and she had
proceeded to squeeze his scrotum, crushing his testes.

"I have to confess, mistress, it made me uneasy watching that," I said. She
laughed and asked, "Do you mean the ease by which I crushed his balls or as a
man, just watching me destroy them?" I thought about that a minute then said,
"Both, I suppose, but probably more just watching another man get his nuts
crushed." She laughed and said, "Well, just don't piss me off and you have
nothing to worry about," then added, "Let's order some breakfast and then get
some sun at the pool. We can go to the strip club this afternoon."

I called in our breakfast order while we showered. I loved to lather Eve,
running my hands over her hard body. 'I could spend hours soaping and
caressing these muscles,' I thought as I ran my hands down those thighs, past
the knees to the 18-inch calves. By the time I was standing up, I had an
erection.

"Well, Adam," Eve said as she soaped my shaft with both hands, "you certainly
make it easy to clean your cock." I flinched when she cupped my scrotum,
remembering the ease with which she had crushed Mario, and that elicited a
chuckle from her as she playfully squeezed.

By the time we were out of the shower and toweling off, there was a light rap
on the door. "Room service," the waiter announced. I put on one of the
Excelsior's fluffy terry cloth robes and opened the door. The waiter wheeled
in the cart and turned to give me the receipt to sign. As he turned, Eve came
in wearing a similar robe. Due to her height, the robe stopped at mid-thigh.

I signed the receipt and held the pad out for the waiter, but he couldn't tear
his eyes away from Eve. She approached him like a panther moving in slowly for
a kill. The man's eyes followed hers as she walked towards him. When she was
in front of him, he was looking up into those gray-blue eyes, his Adams apple
bobbing slightly. "What's the matter, little man, never seen a muscle goddess
before?" Eve asked. The man's mouth opened slightly as if to say something but
he didn't utter a word.

Eve put a hand on either side of his rib cage and lifted the man so that his
eyes were level with hers. "I said," She repeated, "have you ever seen a
muscle goddess before?" "No ma'am," he said softly. "Good, go sit in the
chair, I'm going to show you something," she said, sitting the man down. He
did as told and took a seat in one of the chairs.

Eve stuck out a leg, the robe falling open. She moved it back and forth,
relaxing her thigh muscles, and then snapped the thigh in place, the muscles
taut. She ran a finger along the major muscle and said, "Do you like what you
see?" The man only nodded.

With her outstretched leg, she put her foot on the seat of the chair between
the waiters' legs. "Let's see what you've got, lover, make love to my toes,
foot and leg, and don't drool all over them, do you understand, Walter. Is
that your name, Walter?" His name tag said 'Walter', and he nodded, and leaned
forward and began kissing the offered leg.

Eve lifted her foot and the man sucked her toes, one by one, and then kissed
the top of her foot, working his way back up again along the shin and then the
knee cap. Eve place her foot on the floor and stepped closer to the chair so
that he might continue to worship her meaty thigh. Slowly she parted her robe
allowing him an unobstructed view of her labia and pussy.

With two fingers, she entered her pussy and extracted some of her cum. "Here,
Walter, this is for you. I can see I turn you on," Eve said. I noticed Walter
had a bulge in his pants. Eve placed her fingers to the man's lips and he
sucked them clean. Eve chuckled and said, "I want you to come, Walter, come
for your mistress."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a wet stain spread across Walters
lap. "What do you say, Walter," Eve asked. "Thank you, mistress," he said
softly. Eve smiled then said, "Go back to work now, Walter, we have breakfast
to eat." With his head bent, he left, forgetting the receipt I had signed.

"You're amazing, mistress; the ease in which you control people," I said. She
smiled as we sat down to our breakfast. "Humans are driven by desire; lust,
envy, greed, many things, I merely provide an illusion of what they want," Eve
said matter-of-factly.

We finished our breakfast and I put on a pair of swim trunks. "Did you bring a
bathing suit, mistress?" I asked. "No, but will this do," she said and when I
looked, she had a leopard print bikini on, "Or do you prefer a floral print?"
and the bathing suit, or what I thought was a bathing suit, changed from
leopard spots into small flowers. "We'll go with the leopard print," she said,
looking at herself in the mirror, and she change the flowers back to leopard
spots. 'If I told anyone about what I had just witnessed,' I thought, 'they'd
lock me up.'

"Are you ready?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," I said, and we walked to the
elevator. We had put on the hotel robes to act as a cover-up. As we entered
the elevator, a middle-age woman looked up at Eve, then to me. Eve smiled at
the woman and asked, "Enjoying your stay in Las Vegas?" The woman replied,
"Yes, yes I am." "Me too," Eve said, "now that I picked up this young stud."
The woman glanced quickly at me, then down to my crotch area and back to Eve,
who added, "He's hung like a horse."

Fortunately the doors opened at that moment on the level for the swimming pool
and I followed Eve out of the car, leaving the woman to stare at us
open-mouthed. Eve chuckled and said, "Don't you just love Vegas, Adam?" "Yes,
mistress," I said.

"May I get you a couple of chaise lounges?" the pool boy asked. As we followed
him to the far end of the pool where the sun shone brightly, all eyes were on
Eve. Her height alone was enough to draw stares, that coupled with her broad
shoulders and muscular calves, drew the admiration of men and women alike. I
could almost read the other sun worshipers minds as we threaded our way
through the bodies; 'What does she have on under that robe?'

The pool boy showed us to a pair of lounges, spreading towels on them, and
leaving an extra towel to use as a pillow. I noticed that he looked back over
his shoulder as he walked away, nearly running into another guest.

As we removed our robes, I watched a couple near us. Eve allowed her robe to
fall to the pool deck, the man's mouth opened and he licked his lips as he
stared in awe. His partner, a brunette wearing a solid black bikini which tied
on the hips, also stared, then looked down at her legs and body, then back
again at Eve. The man rolled over onto his stomach, facing us. He put his
paperback book on the deck and pretended to read, but I knew he was looking at
Eve every few minutes behind his sunglasses. Eve lay on her lounge, one
muscular leg outstretched, the other slightly bent.

A waitress approached, "Would you care for something from the bar, an ice tea,
soft drink?" she asked, not taking her eyes off Eve. "I'll have an ice tea,
thanks," I said. She jotted down my order on a pad on her tray, not bothering
to look in my direction. "And for you, ma'am," she asked. Eve glanced at the
young girl, clad in a bikini, with a sheer scarf wrapped around her hips as a
cover-up, a cap bearing the name 'Excelsior' on her head, her ponytail through
the hole in the back.

"Hmm," Eve said, "I'd like to have you between my legs, but I'll settle for an
ice tea as well." Eve said, so matter-of-factly that the waitress said,
"Pardon me." "I said," Eve repeated, "I'd like to have you between my legs,
but that I would settle for an ice tea." "Right," the waitress said, and
hurried off. Eve turned to me and said, "Maybe I was a little too blunt with
her." I chuckled and said, "You think?" and we both laughed out loud.

"Does it ever bother you when men, or women for that matter, stare at you?" I
asked. She turned her head and looked at me. "Why Adam, you're not jealous
because that wimp on the chaise is looking at me, wishing he could get his
pencil penis inside me are you?" 'So she did notice him,' I thought, 'she
doesn't miss anything.'

"No, not jealous, just curious," I said. "To answer your question, no, it
doesn't bother me at all," she said, "In fact, I'd be concerned if men and
women would stop staring at me, envying the body I have or just wishing they
could be with me. But watch." Eve reached into the pocket of her robe and
brought a bottle of sunscreen out. I knew it hadn't been there when we left
the room, but I didn't ask her where it came from. She squeezed a bit of
lotion into the palm of her hand, and then spreading her legs, began to
massage the lotion into the inside of her muscled thighs. As she did this, she
fingered herself. She did it slowly and deliberately, massaging the muscles
around her labia.

I noticed that the man on the chaise gave up any pretense of trying not to
stare. In fact, his wife or girlfriend was now enjoying the show.

"This is where you have to pay attention, Adam," Eve said quietly to me.
That's when I saw the man clench the edge of the chaise as he moved forward
and back in a slow rocking motion. He abruptly stopped and released the edge
of his chaise.

"What just happened," I asked Eve. "He had an orgasm," she said, "I thought
I'd treat him to that, although he may be a bit embarrassed about the wet spot
on his swim trunks and what his wife will say." She laughed and looked over at
me, "Come on," she said, "let's go for a swim."

We padded to the steps at the end of the pool. All eyes again following Eve.
We stood in the shallow end cooling off when we heard, "What do you mean it
was an accident?" It was the brunette in the black bikini. "You got off
looking at that woman while I was right here, didn't you?" People were
beginning to look in their direction, some barely containing a laugh, but most
at least had a smile on their face. The man stood up and wrapped a towel
around his waist, then quickly walked to the door leading to the hotel.

The woman looked around the pool area and sipped her drink. I just hoped it
had enough alcohol in it to put out her rage. "Come on," Eve said to me, "go
back to the chaise and lay down, I have to do a little damage control."

I did as I was told and she stopped at the woman's lounge, sitting on the edge
of her lounge. The waitress came by with our ice teas. I signed for them and
she stole a glance in the direction of Eve. "She's a goddess, isn't she," I
asked, handing the receipt back to the girl. "She's amazing, sir," she said,
and then turned to me, "Your wife or girlfriend?" "My mistress," I said,
smiling. She cocked her head and said, "I don't approve of married men having
mistresses." "Not that kind of mistress, Tammy," I said, her name tag being
pinned to her bikini top, "the kind of mistress that's a dominatrix."

Her lips pursed and she said softly, "Ooh, I can see that, and you like to be
whipped?" "No, Tammy," I said, "I please her and she pleases me; if it gets
physical, then so be it." Now she looked closely at me, her eyes lingering on
the bulge in my trunks. "Yes," I said, "I'm really that big," as if I was
reading her mind. She licked her lips, then looked me in the eyes, smiled and
said, "Well, if you want a change of pace, you know where to find me."
"Thanks, Tammy," I said, "I may look you up." She held my gaze a minute longer
then turned and went back towards the bar area.

The woman looked up at Eve with a hint of envy and distain in her eyes. "Don't
be mad at your husband," Eve said, "Men are simple animals. It's food, sex,
sleep, and the simple things, the basic things, which drive them and their
desires. Their psyche is driven by women and without us, they would go back to
living a primitive lifestyle." "But he just looked at you and climaxed, why?"
she asked. Eve smiled, "Because I wanted him to," she said, "I teased him, so
don't be mad at him, he had no control over his desires, blame me for bringing
him to orgasm."

The woman, looked in Eve's eyes, and asked, "So you willed him to climax?"
"Yes," Eve said, "but don't worry about that, go to him and have sex, you're a
very desirable woman, you're his fantasy, make him grovel at your feet and
come to you on his knees, and then be prepared to be ravaged like you've never
been taken before." "Really," she asked. "Yes," Eve said, "just give me a kiss
and go to him, you'll see."

The woman sat up and Eve embraced her, and then kissed her, putting one hand
behind the woman's head, and exploring the woman's mouth with her tongue. When
Eve broke the kiss, she noticed the woman's eyes were glassy and her nipples
were hard. "You're ready. Go now, and make love to your husband." Eve got to
her feet as did the woman, who I noticed walked off as in a trance.

"I think it's time we paid a little visit to the 'Naked Truth'," Eve said,
coming back to the lounges. I got up and we walking back to the hotel. "Did
the waitress come on to you?" Eve asked. I hesitated, which was a dead
giveaway, and Eve said, "That's all right, Adam, you asked how it was to be
desired, now you know." "It's a nice feeling," I said, and I smiled. Eve
looked down at me and said, "Just remember who you belong to, Adam, you're
mine first."

After dressing, we headed across the street to the 'Naked Truth'. I brought
the books so that Eve could compare the set from Mario's house against the
ones in the office.

At the door, a man in his mid-twenties wearing a black muscle tee with the
bars name across his chest greeted us and asked for the cover charge. "I own
the place," Eve said and began to walk past the man. He barred the way with
one muscular arm. "No cover for the ladies," he said, looking up into Eve's
eyes, "but the men have to pay." "Well, he's with me, and I own the place, so
we're going in," Eve said.

"Look, lady," Mr. Muscle-head said, "I don't know who you are, but my orders
are to collect the cover from the men, so you're friend here has to pay to get
in." "Here's a proposition for you, sweet cheeks," Eve said, "how about you
and I arm wrestle and if I win, we come in free, but if you win, Adam here
will pay double." The guy looked at me and then looked at Eve. Even though Eve
was a couple of inches taller than the bouncer, he must have figured he'd win
with little trouble because he said, "It's your call, honey."

We went inside and Eve and Mr. Muscle-head sat at the nearest table. Marsha
who was seated at the bar came over. "Rocky, what the hell are you doing?"
Marsha asked. "They tried to get in without paying," Rocky said, "then this
lady challenged me to arm wrestle her for the cover charge." "Eve owns the
place you moron," Marsha said, "Of course she and Adam don't have to pay."

"Ah, gee, Marsha," Rocky said, "no one ever told me," and he looked
apologetically at Eve. Eve only shrugged and said, "No matter," and then
addressing Rocky, "Come on stud, let's see what you've got," and put her right
elbow on the table.

Rocky, never one for backing away from a challenge put his right arm on the
table and he and Eve gripped hands. "Call it, Adam," Eve said. "Go," I said
and Rocky quickly began to move Eve's forearm down toward the table.

I couldn't believe it. 'Is this meat head actually going to beat Mistress
Eve?' I thought. Eve's forearm was now inches above the table top and Rocky
was straining to drive it down. I looked at Eve, who turned to me and winked,
then slowly, very slowly, began to push against Rocky.

"Adam, get me a bottle of water," Eve said, "I'll wait to pin Rocky here till
you get back." I turned and walked to the bar, got Eve her water and returned.
As promised, Eve hadn't budged, nor had Rocky, who I thought was tiring
quickly.

With her free hand, Eve unscrewed the cap on her water bottle, sat the cap
aside and took a drink, then a second one. She sat the bottle down and
recapped it. "OK, Rocky, it's time," Eve said and slowly, but steadily brought
their arms to a full upright position then began to press down on Rocky's arm.

Eve smiled at Rocky who was grimacing, beads of sweat now visible on his brow.
"Would you like to use your other arm as well, Rocky," Eve asked. He opened
his eyes, but his glare was wasted on Eve. She could care less. As if to rub
Rocky's nose in the fact that he was losing even more, Eve examined the nails
on her free hand as if contemplating her next manicure.

Finally, with a soft sigh, Eve said, "Alright, we've played enough," and
pinned Rocky's arm to the table. Eve leaned forward so that her mouth was next
to the big man's ear and said, "You did pretty well, Rocky, and you can keep
your job at the door, but from now on, you belong to me, do you understand?"
He turned to look into her cold blue eyes and finally said softly, "Yes." He
tried lifting his right arm, but Eve kept him pinned to the table. "Yes, who,
Rocky?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," he said complacently, as Eve released her
hold on the man's arm.

At this time of the afternoon, there were few patrons in the place, perhaps
three or four regulars. Eve turned to Marsha, "Get the customers out of here,
I wish to hold a meeting with the staff, and kill the music." "Yes, mistress,"
Marsha said and scurried away to tell the customers to leave.

Once everyone left, Eve said, "Please, have a seat, what I have won't take
long." I watched as dancers, bartender, Rocky and Marsha all exchanged
glances.

"In case you don't know, I'm Eve and this is my man, Adam," Eve said,
gesturing towards me, "and I own 'The Naked Truth'." Again, those seated
looked amongst themselves, then Rocky said, "What about Mario?" "Good
question, Rocky," Eve said, "Mario was skimming money. I've had a talk with
him and showed him the errors of his ways, isn't that right, Marsha?" Marsha
nodded, and Eve went on, "Mario will be back, if he has the balls for it," and
Eve laughed at her own little joke, then added, "and I suspect he'll be
walking the straight and narrow, but I want to caution you not to make the
same mistake that Mario made. I went light on him, but I may not be as lenient
if anyone of you wants to cross me. We're here to make money, keep the clients
happy and serve booze, but while Mario is out, Marsha will be in charge of the
day to day operation. Does everyone understand?" Eve looked around the room
and everyone nodded. "Good," she said, "now let's get to work. Rocky, we're
back open."

As everyone drifted back to their assignments, Marsha said, "Ah, mistress,
you're putting me in charge?" "Yes, just until Mario gets back, is there a
problem with that?" Eve asked. "No, mistress, it's just that I don't have much
experience," Marsha said. "I think you're underestimating your ability,
besides, you have a good work ethic and I need someone I can trust."

"Adam, take the books that we got from Mario's into the office," Eve said,
"I'll be along in a minute; I need to discuss something with Marsha in
private." Marsha looked concerned as I did as I was told.

"Let's go into the dressing room," Eve said and the pair headed to the dancers
dressing room. Once inside, Eve pushed the door shut and said, "Last night you
serviced my clit, and then fought me, why? Were you humiliated or was it
simply because you were no longer in control?" Marsha said, "It wasn't because
I was humiliated. I know what I do and I know what others think of what I do.
No, you're right; it was because I wasn't in control of you, that's what made
me mad."

Eve looked into her eyes and smiled. "I thought so, Marsha," Eve said, "that's
why I want you in charge while Mario is gone, because you want to be in
control. I'm going to give you a gift, but just remember there are strings
attached." "A gift, mistress?" Marsha asked. "Yes, I'm going to give you
'confidence' and 'strength', but you must not abuse my gifts and you must
remain loyal to me, or I'll take them back, do you understand?" Eve said.
"Yes, mistress, I think so, but how?" Marsha asked.

Eve's clothing dissolved and she said, "Take my breast, Marsha," Eve said and
Marsha began to flick Eve's erect nipple with her tongue. She took the nipple
between her lips and was rewarded with sweet nectar. "Hmm," Marsha said as she
nursed.

"That's enough, Marsha," Eve said, pulling away from the stripper, "Mustn't be
greedy," and she chuckled, then stepped behind her and looked at their
reflection in the makeup mirror. Marsha's shoulders seemed to broaden a little
and any flabbiness in her arms disappeared. Eve reached around her and lifted
Marsha's T-shirt.

As the pair watched, Marsha's abs became taut with a hint of muscle underlying
the skin. "Do you like my gift?" Eve asked. Marsha, not taking her eyes off of
her reflection said, "That's incredible, I've never had a stomach as defined
as that," and laughed.

Eve turned Marsha to face her. "Now remember, do not abuse the gifts I've
given to you," Eve said, "I need to look at those books, so take care of
Adam." "Yes, mistress," Marsha said, remembering the night before and Adam's
cock, "it will be my pleasure."

"I'm sure it will, Marsha, I'm sure it will," Eve said as she left the
dressing room.