Adam's Story - Has She Gone Too Far?
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 10


The next day after viciously violating John Baldwin, the movie director, Eve
seemed a little remorseful at the breakfast table when she commented, "I hope
I didn't hurt him too badly." We had been talking about the award ceremony and
the little 'party' in the hotel room afterwards. 'This was as remorseful as
she gets,' I thought.

As we pushed away from the table and Olivia began clearing the plates, Eve's
cell rang. "Yes," she said. She listened and then asked, "So it's a licensing
problem?" Again, she listened and finally said, "I'll be there shortly,
Marsha. Tell your contact to expect me," and closed her phone. "Problems,
mistress," I asked. "Nothing I can't handle, but I need to go to Vegas for the
day, Adam," Eve said, "Handle things while I'm gone, I'll see you tonight."
And with that she turned to leave, leggings beginning to appear over her
shapely calves as she walked from the kitchen.

'How convenient,' I thought, 'to be able to just will yourself some clothes to
wear and transport yourself to another city.' I followed behind Eve and
watched as she opened the front door and stepped through it. I knew if I ran
to the window, she'd be nowhere in sight, so I didn't bother. I had seen it or
should I say 'not seen it' a hundred times by now.

"Adam," Olivia called as I was about to head to my bedroom. I turned and
looked at the Italian beauty. "Yes," I said. "Were you going into town today?"
she asked. Actually I had no plans today so I said, "Sure, what do you need?"
She looked noticeably relieved and said, "I need several items from the
market, could I give you a list?" I smiled and said, "Absolutely, but be
specific, I don't want to get you the wrong things." She laughed her soft
laugh and said, "Alright, I'll write it down for you," and turned to go back
into the kitchen. I watched until her firm butt disappeared around the door
frame.

I got dressed and headed back to the kitchen. By the time I got there, Olivia
had her list made out. I looked at it and there were about a dozen items.
"Inga mentioned that she needed a few things as well, I hope you don't mind,"
Olivia said. "For you, I don't mind at all," I said and smiled. "What about
me," Inga said behind me stepping into the kitchen, "If I had asked you to
pick up my things would you have turned me down?" "Never," I said, "I could
never say no to either of you." "I hope not, Adam," Inga said, "Otherwise we'd
have to cut you off." I instantly frowned at the thought, looking between the
two beauties. They both laughed as I went to the garage.

I drove to town and pushing the shopping cart up and down the aisles managed
to find all of the items on Olivia's list.

I was just walking to the car when my cell rang. "Hello," I said. "Adam, I got
a call from Brandy, she says she needs to see you as soon as possible," Olivia
said. "Did she say what it was about?" I asked. "No, she didn't go into
details, just that she'd be at the Hollywood Motel on Sunset," Olivia told me.
"OK, I'm going to go there right now, I just finished at the market," I said.
"OK, Adam, drive careful, ciao," and Olivia hung up. I clicked my phone shut
and headed for Sunset. I wasn't sure where this motel was at, but I'd find it.

The motel was a long two-story structure extending away from Sunset with the
buildings either side of the parking lot. The motel office was in the building
on the right nearest the street.

As I pulled in, I saw Brandy wave to me from mid-way down the building on my
left. I drove to where she was waiting. "You got here fast," Brandy said as I
got out of the car. "You caught me in town, what's the problem?" I asked. "One
problem and one favor," she said, "maybe two favors," she added as her gaze
traveling from my head to my feet and back again. I smiled to myself and said,
"OK, first, what's the problem?"

"Al, the manager, of the hotel wants to charge double what we're paying now, I
couldn't talk him down, Adam, I even offered to give him a 'freebie'," Brandy
said. "How much are you paying now," I asked. "We're paying forty bucks now
and he wants eighty," she said, "Hell, we only use the room for an hour, maybe
two." "So let me see if I got this right, for say two-hours you pay $40?" I
asked and she nodded. I was doing the math in my mind and figuring in some
time to clean the room. I said, "If they rent the room all day long, that
could amount to over $700 a day." Brandy looked at me and nodded. "I'll go
talk to the manager," I said, "Wait here; I'll be back in a few minutes."

In the office, Al was watching a small TV which was perched on the counter. He
was wearing a white 'wife-beater' and looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple
of days. As I stepped to the counter, he straightened up and I smelled stale
beer. "Help ya'." He asked.

"I hope so," I said, "I'm a friend of Brandy's and she tells me you want to
double what the girls pay for your rooms." "Yeah, that's right, they're
whores, they just have to charge more," Al said. "That may be true," I said,
"but even at $40, you're making over $700 on a room." "So? I got expenses, you
know," he said.

I stole a glance at the wall behind Al. A certificate in a frame caught my
eye. It was a business license from the city, basically a receipt for paying
the license fee, but what caught my attention was that the name for the owner
on the certificate was, Jack Robertson. 'Where did I know that name from,' I
thought, and then it dawned on me, 'Las Vegas, 'Mr. Ferrari'!'

"Look, Al, I'm a reasonable guy, Brandy and the other girls aren't going to
pay you $40 any longer, OK?" I asked. A broad smile crossed Al's face and he
said, "Good, I'm glad to see you're not going to make trouble." "Naw, not me,"
I said, "We're going to start paying you $20 for the room." His jaw dropped
slightly and then said, "Wait a minute, you can't do that, I'll stop renting a
room to your girls then." I smiled at him and said, "No, you won't, because
I'm going to call Jack and tell him what an ass you are and that you're trying
to shake us down for the money. If my suspicions are right, Jack doesn't even
know about you wanting to charge more. Mr. Robertson won't take kindly to
that, I'm sure."

"You're bluffing," he said, "You don't know Jack." My smile never faded as I
took my wallet from my back pocket and brought out Jack's business card, his
personal number on the back. I sat it on the counter in full view of Al and
reached for the phone on the counter. No sooner had my hand touched the
phone's hand unit than Al clamped his hand on top of mine.

"Now wait a minute," he said, licking his lips, "Let's not be too hasty here.
OK, OK, $20 will be fine, but you better explain that to Mr. Robertson. He
told me to get $40 a visit from the girls." Still smiling I said, "Not a
problem, Al, I'll take care of it," and picked Jack Robertson's business card
off the counter and slipped it back in my wallet. "I'll call Jack," I said and
reached across the counter and patted Al on one whiskered cheek. "Shave once
in a while, will ya'?" I said and left.

Back at Brandy's room, I said, "OK, I got that taken care of, you're new rate
will be $20, OK?" Brandy looked at me for almost a full minute before saying,
"You got that pig to not only, not raise the rate, but to lower it?" I nodded
and said, "I can be persuasive when I want," and laughed, "Now, what's the
favor?"

"Help me decide who to hire," she said and opened the door to the room, "I've
never hired anyone before." I peered inside and two women were sitting on the
bed. We walked in and the two stood up. One was short and plump with dyed red
hair while the taller woman was thin, blonde, but flat chested.

"I'm Adam," I said to the pair, "Brandy here is having a hard time deciding
who she should hire. What is your name," I asked the shorter woman. "Joan,"
she said. "And you?" I asked the taller one. "Margo," she replied. "Please,
ladies," I asked, "take off your clothes." Wordlessly, they both stripped off
their clothes. They couldn't have been more opposite in appearance.

"Please, turn around," I said and they turned their backs to me. "Hmm," I
said, "Alright, turn again." Now facing me once more I said, "I'm sorry, Joan,
you may get dressed, we won't be using your services at this time." For a
moment I thought she might start to cry, but she dressed quickly and left,
leaving the door open. Brandy closed it. "Margo, have you done this kind of
work before?" I asked. "Yes sir," she said. "Children?" I asked. "No sir," she
replied. "Do you have any health issues?" I asked. "You mean STD's?" she asked
and I nodded. "No," she replied. "Are you a cop?" I asked, and she smiled and
said, "Hell, no!" "OK," I said turning to Brandy, "you can fill her in on what
to charge, the cost of the twenty dollar room fee comes out of her pay or she
can go elsewhere if she wants. Are you OK with Margo?" I asked turning back to
the woman. She nodded. Brandy said, "Thank you, Adam, but let me ask why did
you pick her?"

I looked back at Margo who was still naked. "Several reasons," I said, "Joan
had a tattoo, she was a few pounds overweight and her breasts sagged; but
Margo is tall, thin and we can eventually get her some tits. Besides, she
doesn't have a tattoo and no piercings, those are all pluses." "What about
performance?" Brandy asked. "Well, there is that," I said, and turning to
Margo, said, "I suppose we should see how you do."

Without a word, she walked toward me and slipped my T-shirt over my head.
Next, she knelt and unsnapped my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. As
my penis hung free she smiled and said, "Oh, my, you're a big one," and gently
gripped my shaft.

"Will that be a problem," I asked looking down at her. She had already started
running her tongue around the head of my penis but stopped and said, "No, not
a problem at all", then went back to work.

Brandy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, and then removed her leather
vest. She pressed her breasts against my back and ran her hands over my chest
and down my abs.

By now I was fully erect and Margo was working the head of my penis while
Brandy from behind me cupped my scrotum, and began massaging me. I knew I
couldn't last long and I didn't. I sent a torrent of cum into Margo's mouth,
making her gag for an instant. She recovered and swallowed. She looked up at
me and said, "Sorry about gagging, but you're bigger than most 'John's'."
"What about me screwing you, would that be a problem," I asked. She stood up
and ran a hand over my now semi-erect cock. "We could always find out," she
said, now sitting on the end of the bed.

I looked down at Margo and said, "Tempting as that is, I better take a 'rain
check' on doing you, I need to get back to the house." She looked truly
saddened, but said, "OK, but I owe you one," and retrieved her clothes from
the floor.

"Brandy, she's all yours," I said, "I'll see you Wednesday night." "I'll be
there, thanks for coming, Adam," she said. "I'm sorry I came so quickly," I
said, and Brandy laughed, "You know what I mean," she said, and I laughed as
well.

In Las Vegas, Eve was meeting with a city building official. He was sitting at
a table near the stage in the 'Naked Truth'. Two of the dancers were
performing their number on stage to the beat of the recorded music. There was
a small gathering of men near the edge of the stage and perhaps a half dozen
patrons at the bar. 'Not bad for eleven o'clock on a weekday,' Eve thought.

"So," Eve said to the man at the table, "do you really think my place needs
all these modifications," as she looked at a punch list of building violations
that the man had brought with him. She had to talk loudly to be heard over the
music. "Yes, you do," the man said, "I'll have to file this with the building
department unless you show a 'good faith effort' to make the changes."

"Eve," Marsha said, "This is the first I've ever heard of this." Eve glanced
at Marsha. "Don't worry about it," she said, and then addressing the man
again, said, "Maybe we better step into my office if we're going to discuss
business." A broad smile crossed the man's face as he pushed back his chair
and stood up.

"Marsha, please get us a couple of 'Naked punches' and bring them to the
office," Eve said. The 'Naked punch' was the house specialty that contained
among other things; rum, coconut juice, pineapple juice, a shot of cheery
liqueur and a dash of grenadine. It packed a punch and was said that after 3
or 4, patrons tended to get naked and join the dancers on stage. This, of
course, usually resulted in Rocky the bouncer tossing the unruly patron into
the alley.

Eve stood up and the man's eyes traveled up her awesome frame. Eve looked down
at the man and said, "Right this way," and led him to her office to the rear
of the bar.

Once inside, Eve shut the door and took a seat behind the large oak desk.
"Please, have a seat," the Amazon said. Even though the thought of getting
'shaken down' made her mad, she kept her voice calm and collected. Once the
man sat in the chair facing the desk, Eve said, "Now what does this 'good
faith effort' entail?" The smile returned to the man's face. "Basically," he
said, "it's like posting a bond. You give me $5,000 toward completion of the
infractions on that list and I hold the money for you. Once you've taken care
of everything on the list, I give the money back to you less certain fees."

"Hmm," Eve said, "could I give you a check or does cash work better?" The man
was about to answer when there was a rap on the door and Marsha came in
carrying the two drinks on a round metal tray. She offered one to the man who
took the tall frosted glass with the little paper umbrella. She sat the tray
with the second drink on the corner of Eve's desk.

"This is really quite good," the man said after taking a sip of his drink, and
then inquired, "aren't you joining me?" "I make it a policy never to drink
when conducting business, but you enjoy your drink. Now I asked whether cash
was best or was a check OK?" "Actually," he said, taking another large gulp of
the punch, "cash is best for the simple reason that I really shouldn't extend
this courtesy to you. The city frowns on showing special treatment to its
customers." He took a long pull of his drink looking over the rim of the
glass, studying the large woman before him. 'She really is a looker,' he
thought, 'and so tall.'

Now finished with his drink, he sat his empty glass back on the metal tray.
"Please," Eve said, pushing the full glass in the man's direction with her
index finger, ""Have the second one, I hate to waste it." He studied her a
moment, and then took the full drink from the tray.

"Marsha," Eve said, "I think we need to hire a contractor, do you know of
anyone?" "No, mistress," Marsha said, "and I don't know who I would ask
either." Eve smiled and glanced at the small man seated in front of her. If
Marsha calling her 'mistress' had set off any 'bells' in this man's brain, he
didn't show it. "Would you know anyone who could do the work?" Eve asked. "I
might," he said, taking a long pull on his drink, "I just might if they're
free." "That would be great," Eve said, "Let me get the money out of the
safe," and she swiveled around so that her back was to the man. Marsha looked
down at the man who was still seated in the chair facing the desk.

When Eve swiveled her chair back to face the man, she stood up and was naked.
The man's breath caught, and as Eve stepped from behind the desk, Marsha
backed up so that her back was against the office door. She licked her lips at
the sight of her mistress and the muscles that seemed to take on a life of
their own.

"Do you like my muscles, little man," Eve asked staring down at the man. The
man dropped the empty cocktail glass to the floor as his mouth hung open and
had suddenly gone dry despite the drinks he had consumed.

Eve smiled and said, "He likes my muscles, Marsha, I can see his cock getting
hard." Both Marsha and the man looked down at his crotch. It was true; he had
a bulge in his trousers. Eve sat on the edge of the desk in front of him and
with her foot between his legs, touched the bulge in his pants with her toes.
"I could probably crush your cock and balls with just my toes," Eve said,
"Unzip your pants, I want to see that pathetic cock of yours."

He hesitated and Eve raised her voice and said, "If you don't unzip those
pants, I'll rip them off of you." She smiled as she said that and he slowly
pulled the fly down, exposing himself. This drew a laugh from Eve. "Would you
look at that, Marsha, he has a puny little cock," Eve said, "My 'she-cock' is
about three times that size, would you like to see it?" The man was too
stunned to speak, and stole a glance at Eve's crotch, but then managed to nod.

Eve licked her index finger and then began to play with her clit. She took his
penis between her big toe and the one next to it and began stroking him with
her foot while she stimulated her clit.

"Now this is a cock," Eve said as she stopped masturbating the man with her
foot and placing her foot on the floor, stood up in front of him. Her clit was
fully erect, standing at a rigid 9-inch. "Have you ever seen anything so
magnificent, little man?" Eve asked. Again he nodded.

"Marsha, please take that empty glass," Eve said and Marsha lifted the glass
from the tray. Eve picked up the metal tray which was on the corner of the
desk and holding it by the edges turned it in her hands, examining it, and
then said, "Now watch closely, my little bitch, I want you to watch what
Mistress Eve can do to this tray and think of what I can do to you with this
monster clit." Eve held the tray in front of her clit and slowly thrust her
hips forward. As she did, the man and Marsha watched as her clit penetrated
the sheet metal tray. Eve withdrew her shaft from the tray and held it there
for a moment so that the man could appreciate what he had just witnessed. The
hole left in the center of the tray was perhaps an inch and a half in diameter
with the torn edges of the metal curling away from the hole.

"Oh, mistress," Marsha said, "that was amazing. Please, let me pleasure your
clit." "Patience, Marsha," Eve said, "right now I need to take care of our
guest." Eve placed a hand under each of the man's arms and lifted him from the
chair. She held him so that he was eye level with her, his feet not touching
the floor.

"What about you, my little bitch, do you want to pleasure your mistress?" Eve
asked. The man swallowed with an audible noise, and then nodded. "Good," Eve
said, "good," and she sat him back in the chair, dropping him the last
six-inches. "Suck me, sissy-boy," Eve commanded.

The man moved to the edge of the seat and took Eve in his mouth. Marsha
watched and it was clear to her that this man had no experience pleasing a
woman much less a goddess like Mistress Eve. Eve was thrusting her hips, but
said to Marsha, "He really is a worthless piece of shit, so watch, Marsha,
watch what your mistress does to sissy-boy bitches like this," and Eve bent
down and kissed Marsha on the lips, exploring her mouth with her tongue.

Holding the back of the man's head tight against her pussy, Eve climaxed
flooding the man's mouth with her cum. Eve broke the kiss with Marsha and said
softly, "I'm going to destroy this bastard, baby. I need to quench my
desires." The man was thrashing about, but was still on the edge of the chair,
Eve holding him tight against her pussy. As he beat his fists against the
Amazon's massive thighs and hips, it was obvious he was running out of energy
as well as breath.

There was a sickening crack as Mistress Eve shattered the man's jaw, grinding
his face into her pelvis. This was followed by a muffled cry, after which the
man slumped to the floor.

Eve looked down at the man who was now lying on his side curled in a fetal
position, not moving. Eve, with her foot rolled him onto his back. Studying
the man as if he were some insect, she placed the ball of her foot over his
penis. "Should I crush his puny dick, Marsha?" Eve asked. "No, Mistress,"
Marsha said, "I think he's learned his lesson, besides, a city employee will
bring unwanted attention to the 'Naked Truth'."

Eve looked at Marsha for a minute before removing her foot. "You're right, my
pet," Eve said, "still, I need to relieve this rage I have; this sexual
tension. Find me someone I can destroy." Marsha opened her mouth as if to say
something, hesitated, and then said the only thing she could, "Yes, mistress,
right away," and left the office.

'I need some air,' Marsha thought as she stepped through the rear door. She
inhaled deeply, and then looking to her left, saw a scruffy man in his 30's
urinating against the wall. Before he could fully zip up his trousers, Marsha
was at his side. Gripping his arm, she pulled him into the 'Naked Truth'. It
happened so quickly the man didn't protest or try to resist.

Marsha opened the office door pulling the man behind her, and then brought him
around her so that she could shut and lock the door. Eve stood in the center
of the room with her hands on her hips. She quickly looked at the man from
head to foot. "Hey," he managed to say to Marsha as he came to a stop and she
released his arm. "What the hell is this?" he asked Marsha, still not taking
note of Eve standing behind him.

Without answering, Marsha's eyes left his and looked over his shoulder and up.
The man, noticing the shift in Marsha's gaze turned and looked up into Eve's
smiling face. As the sheer size of this behemoth before him registered in his
mind, his mouth opened and Eve grabbed him by his neck, lifting him high above
the floor. The man immediately clutched at Eve's wrist; and then at her
fingers trying to pry them from around his throat. Eve laughed and then said
to Marsha, "Strip him!"

Marsh quickly moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Once these were
off she pulled his boxer shorts down allowing them to fall to the floor. A
raspy gurgle was all the sound that escaped from his mouth as he was trying to
draw in air. Eve looked at his penis as he tried to break free.

With her left hand she reached out and taking his manhood and scrotum in her
large palm, slowly closed her hand. At first, the man's thrashing increased,
but then he became strangely quiet and finally, his eyes rolled back in his
head and his head fell to one side as he lost consciousness. Marsha looked at
Eve's hand which held his penis. Blood and tissue escaped between Eve's
fingers, droplets falling to the floor.

"Is he dead, mistress," Marsha asked. "Not yet, my pet, but soon," Eve said,
and pulled her left hand away from the man she still held at arm's length and
held off the floor. She extended her arm towards Marsha and then opened her
hand revealing the man's bloody penis and scrotum. Eve had pulled it free from
the man's body. Marsha looked at the gaping wound that had once been his
penis. Blood ran from the cavity.

Eve dropped the body to the floor. The sound made a sicken thud as it landed
on the floor. "Bring your car up to the back door and open the trunk," Eve
said, and tossed the bloody penis and scrotum into the trash can beside the
desk. Marsha looked from the man at her feet to the building inspector who was
still passed out, his jaw and shattered mouth now a deep purple.

"I'm just going to drive this one out to the dessert and get rid of him," Eve
said nudging the man at her feet with her toe. Marsha turned and left. Eve
wrapped her arm around the man's waist and carrying him under her arm, went
through the rear door, her Spandex leggings and tight top having reappeared as
Marsha backed her sedan into a space near the back door. Marsha opened the
trunk and Eve put the body inside, slamming the trunk lid shut.

"I'll be back in a little while," Eve said, taking the keys from Marsha and
kissing her on the mouth. She got in and drove off obeying the speed limit and
headed out of town and into the dessert to the west of town. She drove for the
better part of an hour pulling onto a dirt road. Eve drove another twenty
minutes before coming to a stop on a shallow rise.

She got out and walked to the rear of the car where she opened the trunk. The
man was as she had left him. She placed two fingers against the main artery in
the man's throat and felt for a pulse. Eve detected a faint pulse. 'I'd really
love to take my time, but I should make this quick', Eve thought as she looked
down at the man.

With the fingers of her right hand together, she penetrated his chest cavity
and found his still pumping heart. With the organ firmly in her grasp, she
pulled it free of his body, the arteries and veins stretching to their limit
before succumbing to her strength. The heart beat three times, then a fourth
and then gave up trying to pump blood that was no longer forthcoming. She
threw the heart into the dessert. 'The animals will take care of this trash,'
Eve thought.

Eve lifted the corpse from the trunk and tossed it to the side of the road as
if it were weightless. To her, it was. She closed the trunk and turned to the
body. Her leggings vanished as she extended her clit and urinated on the body.
'Marking my turf,' she thought and chuckled. Eve put her clothes back on and
got back in the vehicle. She drove forward a little ways before finding a
place to turn around.

Back at the 'Naked Truth', the music was loud as Eve stepped through the back
door. She entered the office and the inspector was just coming round. "Oh,
mistress, I'm so glad you're back," Marsha said, "he's just waking up." The
man sat on the floor, propping his back against the desk, massaging his jaw.

"It's broken, you little wimp," Eve said, squatting in front of him. "You need
to go to the hospital and get your jaw set and wired shut. The only reason I
didn't kill you was because Marsha here pleaded for your life. You will owe
her a debt of thanks after your jaw heals. Now what I'm about to tell you is
very important. You will never try to extort money from businesses or citizens
again, do you understand?" Eve waited patiently until the man nodded his head.
"Good, because if I even hear that you're trying to shake someone down, I'm
going to kill you. I'll crush you like a bug," and with this Eve smiled and
added, "I'd love to, you know, but I'll wait till you mess up again. Do I make
myself clear?" Again the man nodded. "Good, now get out of here," and Eve
stood up.

The man slowly got to his feet and as he did, he looked at the metal serving
tray. Eve laughed and held it in front of her face and looked through the hole
she had punched in it with her clit and said, "I'll be watching you," and
laughed again.

The man ran from the room.

"Do you think he'll cause any more trouble, mistress," Marsha asked. "Not if
he knows what's good for him," Eve said, "now I've got to get back home, I
have some other matters I need to attend to." Eve bent and kissed Marsha,
allowing her hand to pull the bar manager into her muscular body. She could
feel Marsha's heart beating inside.

When she broke the kiss, Eve said, "Keep me posted on Mario. Let me know when
he's coming back and I'll come again to have a word with him." "I will,
mistress," Marsha said, "Thank you for coming." As Eve put a hand on the door
knob she turned and said, "It was fun. I always enjoy seeing you, Marsha," and
she left the office.

Marsha quickly opened the door to wish Eve a safe trip, but the muscle goddess
was gone. She moved to the back door thinking that she see her there, but she
was nowhere in sight. 'She not only is the strongest person in the world,'
Marsha thought as she returned to the office, 'but she's also the quickest.'

She studied the metal serving tray, thinking about Mistress Eve thrusting her
steel like clit through the metal. The thought made her horny as she moved her
fingers across her own clit.

To the readers of 'Adam's Story'; please look for further adventures of Eve
and her staff in upcoming stories in Diana the Valkyries library entitled,
'Eve - Muscle Mistress.'

Eve finds some new friends, dominates and controls her subordinates and will
cause merciless pain to those that oppose her. She is a true force.

Thank you for reading my works and your kind comments. As always, they are
appreciated - Muscle Fan.