Adam's Story - What Happens in Vegas.
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 7


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While Mistress Eve went over the books, Marsha seemed eager to try out her
'new body', and while I know I'm getting spoiled by my mistress, Marsha sexual
prowess was far better than most women I had been with.

Marsha and I had multiple orgasms and I felt drained as Eve came into the
dressing room. "Come on, Adam, it's time to go," Eve said as I began dressing.

"Adam and I will be going home in the morning," Eve told Marsha, and then
taking a cocktail napkin, jotted her number on it. "Here's my phone number if
something comes up that you can't handle, but I have all the confidence in
you." "Thank you, mistress, for everything, I won't disappoint you," Marsha
said. "I'm counting on it," Eve said.

Then Marsha said to me, "Thank you, Adam, thank you very much." I smiled and
Mistress Eve and I made our way out to the main floor.

On the way out, Eve stopped to talk to Rocky. "Keep up the good work, Rocky.
It's easy for a place like this to attract some crazy's. Keep it under
control." "I will, mistress," Rocky said. Eve smiled at the muscle-head and
then gave him a kiss.

'What's that about,' I thought as we left. As we walked across the strip to
the Excelsior Hotel, Eve looked at me and smiled, "You're not jealous, are
you, Adam?" "What, me, no, not of Rocky," I said. She laughed out loud and put
her arm around my shoulder.

We were nearly to the other side of the street when a car came around the
corner fast, almost hitting us. "Hey, watch what you're doing," Eve shouted at
the Ferrari. By the time we stepped onto the sidewalk, 'Mr. Ferrari' had
slowed and put the car in reverse. He stopped as we walked past the vehicle.

The heavily tinted window slid down and a man leaned forward, "Sorry if I
scared you, lady, just running late." Eve said, "Right. Well, you need to slow
down before you kill someone." The man glanced at his Rolex and said, "Let me
make it up to you and your friend, I'll buy you a drink, are you staying at
the Excelsior?" "Yes, yes we are," Eve said.

'Mr. Ferrari', gunned the engine and was gone. I watched as he signaled and
turned into the main entrance of the hotel.

He was waiting for us at the door when we got there, his Ferrari having
already been driven away by the valet. "Where's a good place for a drink
here," he asked. "Actually in our suite," Eve said. The man looked between Eve
and me and said, "Are you married?" Eve laughed, "No, I'm his mistress." The
man looked relieved and said, "Your room it is then," looking at me.

Once in the room, Eve called down to room service and had them send up a
bottle of whiskey and bucket of ice. While we waited for room service, 'Mr.
Ferrari', said, "I'm Jack, Jack Robertson." "Adam," I said, taking his hand.
"And I'm Eve," Eve said as she shook Jack's hand. "Adam? Adam and Eve," Jack
said, "you are kidding, right?" "No," I said, "that's us."

There was a knock on the door and room service wheeled a small cart into the
room. Not only did it have the whiskey and silver bucket with ice, but there
were pretzels, nuts and crackers with cheese as well. I signed for the service
and once the waiter was gone, Eve poured us each a drink. "Here's to a fun
evening," Eve said by way of a toast.

"If you don't mind, may I ask you a personal question?" Jack said. Eve knew
what was coming next, but said, "Sure, go ahead," anyway. "How tall are you?"
Jack asked. "I'm six-foot seven-inches without shoes," Eve said, kicking off
her stilettos. Jack still had to look up into her eyes.

"What other question is on your mind, Jack?" Eve asked. Jack gave Eve a sly
smile then said, "You look like you work out, do you?" I sat down, setting my
drink on a coaster on the end table. I knew how this was going to play out so
I thought I'd sit back and enjoy the show. "Yes, I do," Eve said, "I've honed
my muscles into something that men and women only dream about having."

I looked at Jack's face and he looked puzzled, but then Eve said, "Would you
like to see them?" "What, now?" Jack asked. Eve laughed softly, and then
turned her back to Jack. The man looked at me sitting on a small love seat,
and when he turned back to watch Eve, she was naked. Eve extended her arms out
at shoulder height and then curled them so that her biceps ballooned. "Do you
like my arms, Jack," Eve asked over her shoulder. "Uh, huh," Jack only
mumbled. Eve then extended her arms in front of her flaring her lats and back
muscles. "What do you think of my back, Jack," she asked, "You can see all the
muscle groups. Now look at my calves," and she lifted her foot from the floor
and pumped her calves. The two long muscles exploded, swelling at being
teased.

I took the half drank glass from Jacks hand and sat it on a coaster next to
mine. He didn't seem to notice that I took it; his eyes were riveted to Eve.

"Now look at my butt, Jack," and she tightened her glutes. "Feel how hard my
ass is, Jack." He only stood there, so Eve said, "Come on, Jack, it won't bite
you," and laughed, and then added, "It may crush you to death, but it won't
bite you." As if in a trance, Jack stepped forward and placed a hand on Eve's
right buttock. "Squeeze," Eve said. Jack tried as hard as he could, but Eve's
butt is like granite when she tightens the muscle.

Eve turned and Jack's breath caught. With her arms flexed, she pumped her
trapezius muscles and they flared. "I'm quite proud of my shoulders, Jack, and
my chest is magnificent, isn't it," Eve asked. He merely nodded. Eve smiled
then with one leg slightly forward, tightened her abs. The eight-pack stood
out. Eve ran a hand over the muscles, and then touched her clit with her index
finger. Slowly she put her index finger in her vagina and withdrew it; her
juices glistened in the overhead light, a droplet falling to the floor. She
touched her finger to Jack's lips.

"Get undressed, Jack," Eve said. I knew that was my cue, so I stood and got
undressed as well allowing my clothing to fall where I stood. Jack stood now
clad only in boxer shorts, his erect penis making a small tent in the
material. "Take off the boxers, Jack," Eve said. He stood rooted looking at
Eve. She took a step forward and he involuntarily stepped backward. "Don't be
afraid, Jack," she said, and tore the shorts from his hips. His six-inch penis
sprang forward.

"Adam and I are going to have sex now, and I want you to watch. Don't touch
yourself, Jack, but I'll tell you when we're nearing climax then you may come.
Do you understand?" "Yes," he said, the word coming as a whisper.

Eve turned sideways and I went to her. With my right hand, I guided the head
of my member to her labia. She took in the first couple of inches and looked
over at Jack. He was cupping his scrotum. "Get your hands off of yourself,
Jack," Eve said, "Those belong to me now."

Eve's vaginal muscles took in another three inches of my manhood. "Umm," I
said as the muscles massaged my shaft. Another three inches disappeared and I
told Eve, "That feels wonderful, mistress." "Yes, it does, Adam," she said, as
she took the balance of my shaft, her muscles massaging me, rhythmically. We
stayed lock together for fifteen minutes.

Eve looked once more at Jack who was shifting his weight from one foot to the
other looking uncomfortable. "You did well, Jack," Eve said, "we're going to
climax, and when we do, you may come." It was then that he erupted sending his
semen to the carpet midway between him and Eve and me. Our orgasm followed
shortly.

As soon as Eve's muscular vagina released my penis, she wheeled on Jack, whose
flaccid penis now hung like the small appendage it is. "I told you not to
climax until we did, Jack. Now get down on the carpet and clean that shit off
the carpet," Eve said pointing to Jack's semen. He cocked his head and looked
at her but didn't get down immediately. She slapped him on the cheek, leaving
a red mark. "I said, get down," she repeated.

Jack sank to his knees and began licking the carpet free of his semen. When he
was done he looked up and Eve glared down at him. "You're pathetic, Jack, you
know that. Now suck Adams' cum out of my pussy," Eve commanded, "Come on, what
are you waiting for, clean my pussy." He shuffled forward on his knees and
began tonguing Eve's labia. When Eve had thought he had had enough she said,
"Now take care of Adam's shaft. Lick it clean, bitch." "Please, Eve, I don't
... ," Jack began to protest when Eve hit him again with an open hand,
toppling him over.

"Never question your mistress, wimp-boy," Eve said, "Now get to work on that
cock. Adam has a real cock and not some little nub like yours, sissy-boy."
Jack cleaned and licked all of Eve's juices from my shaft.

"That's good, wimp," Eve said, "I'm thinking you like that. Now stand up."
Jack stood and Eve reached down and cupped his scrotum. "You know I crushed a
man's balls once," she said, "but these are too small, besides, you don't use
them much, do you," and she laughed.

"Wait here," Eve said and went to the bedroom, bringing back a pair of satin
panties. "Here, put these on," Eve said, handing the pair to Jack. He did, and
only a slight bulge showed under the satin fabric. "That suits you, Jackie,
now get dressed and get out of here."

I looked at Jack and he looked sad and rejected. "Aw, what's the matter,
Jackie; did Mistress Eve hurt your feelings?" Eve said, and then laughed
loudly. "I'm sorry," she said. I had never heard Eve say that she was sorry
before. "Just kidding, bitch," Eve said and laughed out loud.

She went to Jack and put his head on her chest. She tightened her breasts and
Jack began shifting from one foot to another trying to get some much needed
air. He slapped the sides of Eve's breasts much to no avail. Finally, as
quickly as she had held him, she released her hold on his head. Jack fell to
the floor.

Looking down at him Eve said, "Now get dressed before I hurt you, Jackie."
From where he sat on the floor, he watched as Eve padded into the bedroom. I
looked down at him and said, "You better go now, Jack. If you stay, you'll
just piss her off and you don't want to do that." "OK, OK," Jack said, and
began dressing, keeping the satin panties on. When he was finished, he removed
a business card from his wallet, went to the desk and scrawled his number on
the back. "Tell her that if she calls me, I'll come, OK." "Sure, Jack," I
said, "I'll give this to Mistress Eve." "Also, my direct number is on the back
and if she needs me, maybe I'll be able to help," Jack said. I tossed the card
on the end table without really looking at it and walked Jack to the door.

"Will I see her again," Jack asked. I smiled and said, "That's up to Mistress
Eve," I said, "She goes where she wants, when she wants and sees who she
wants. Drive safe, Jack." I shut the door behind him.

On the way to the bedroom, I picked up Jack's business card as well as my
clothes and went to the bedroom. The room was empty, but there was a note from
Eve. It read; 'Had to leave on business, catch a flight in the morning,' and
it was signed simply, 'Eve'.

I called the airline and booked a flight out in the morning. I then called the
front desk and left instructions for a wake-up call. With my return trip
planned, I dressed and headed down stairs for a bite to eat.

The Excelsior boasts a number of restaurants so I selected one. There was a
few minutes wait, so I lingered over a Maker's Mark while waiting for my name
to be called. An attractive blonde was alone at the end of the bar. We made
eye contact and she moved to the stool next to mine.

"I hope you don't mind, but are you waiting for a table?" she asked. "Yes, I
didn't expect a wait," I replied. "They're always crowded, here," she said.
"I'm Adam," I told her. "Sue," she said, extending her hand. Her grip was
firm, and I said, "Here in Vegas on business or pleasure?" "Oh, business, I
sell gym equipment, and I'm here visiting a prospective buyer," she said.
"That would explain the firm handshake," I said, and she blushed slightly.
"Throw back from my bodybuilding days," She said, "I competed years ago."

We continued with the small talk and when her name was called, she asked if I
wanted to join her, otherwise she would be dining alone. I readily agreed.

Throughout dinner we talked, and as the meal came to an end, I said, "Don't
think me forward, but would you like to come up for a nightcap?" "Well," Sue
said, "I have an early flight tomorrow but I will have just one."

She looked around the suite as we entered and said, "This is nice. The hotel
I'm at is a dump by comparison." "All the rooms are suites," I said, "I had
never stayed here before, but next time I'm in Vegas, I'll come back again."

I poured an inch of whiskey in a tumbler and added a couple of ice cubes. I
turned and Sue was seated on the couch, her short dress giving me an excellent
view of her legs. They were by no means as muscular as Eve's but they were
shapely with well-defined muscles.

"So, Adam, you're a leg man?" she asked as she accepted the drink. "I guess I
was staring, wasn't I?" I said, "Actually I like muscular women; all of them,
not just their legs." She smiled and said, "It's been years since I competed,
but I still work out every day. You do to from what I can see." I felt the
stirring in my penis as she uncrossed her legs, and then re-crossed them. "I
try to work out," I said, "but it's hard sometimes." She got a big smile on
her face and said, "Yea, I can see where it would be difficult to work out
when 'it's' hard." And I laughed. "That's not exactly what I meant, you know,"
I said. "I know, Adam," she said.

Without saying anything further, she uncrossed those legs and stood up.
Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the
floor. She then unbuttoned her blouse, slowly allowing me time to enjoy the
show.

"Don't leave a girl hanging," she said, as she stood in panties and bra, "Get
undressed." I unbuckled my pants, unzipped the fly and allowed them to fall to
the floor. My erection drew a gasp from Sue. I took my shirt off and tossed it
aside.

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and
climbed between her legs. Then reaching behind her, I unfastened her bra and
tossed it aside. She raised her hips and was about to slide her panties off
when I said, "No, don't." She looked at me questioningly.

With little foreplay, I drove my 12-inch cock through her panties to her
waiting pussy. She gasped as I impaled her, and then smiled as I began to
pump. We made love for a full twenty minutes when we both climaxed.

I rolled to one side and she turned toward me, draping her leg across mine.
"That was fantastic, Adam, although you ruined one of my better pair of
panties." I laughed and said, "I'm sorry about that, but I've always wanted to
try that and you had me so hard, I thought I'd give it a go." She laughed and
said, "I was impressed, but you owe me a pair of panties." "Deal," I said.

"I better go though, Adam," Sue said, "I have an eight o'clock flight back
tomorrow morning." "So do I," I said and gave her the flight number. "Well,
looks like we'll be on the same flight," she said.

And so we were. We met at the airport and got seats together when our flight
was called. Once we were airborne, I suggested we try the lavatory, Sue
readily agreed.

While an airplane bathroom is not the most comfortable place to have sex, we
managed, although I'm sure the flight attendant knew what was going on.

The flight between Las Vegas and southern California is a short one and we
were barely back in our seats when the pilot announced our decent.

Sue and I disembarked and as we walked through the ramp to the terminal, she
took my arm. 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,' I thought as we entered
the terminal, 'No need to tell Eve about meeting Sue.'

"Welcome back you two," a voice said. Sue and I stopped in front of Eve,
standing with her arms crossed. I looked up into her eyes and swallowed hard
with Sue still clutching my arm.

"Good morning, mistress," Sue and I said in unison. Startled, I looked from
Eve to Sue, who was looking downward at Eve's feet. Eve chuckled and I looked
back at her. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" Eve asked. I was confused, but said,
"Ah, yes, yes we did."

"And what about you, my dear, did you enjoy your time with Adam?" Eve asked
Sue. "Yes, mistress," she said eagerly. "Good, good, Adam is quite the lover,
I'm very proud of him," Eve said, "perhaps you will get together again." This
last sounded like a dismissal and Sue must have thought the same because she
said, "Thank you, mistress, I certainly hope so." She stepped forward and Eve
and Sue kissed passionately, Eve's tongue exploring. The kiss lingered and I
glanced around the crowded terminal to see if anyone was watching. I was
mildly surprised that no one seemed to notice the statuesque Amazon and the
blonde locked in each other's arms.

When they parted, Sue turned to me and said, "Thank you, Adam," and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. She turned and with her carry-on in tow, walked toward the
exit, not looking back.

"You have questions, Adam?" Eve asked. "Yes, mistress, you know Sue?" "Yes,"
Eve answered, "she's one of my submissives." "And you arranged for her to meet
me in Vegas," I asked. "Yes," Eve said, "Does that bother you?" I had to think
about that. I thought it might have been my good looks, personality, or
charisma that had attracted Sue to me at the bar, now I find out that it was
all prearranged.

Eve didn't wait for my reply, "Oh, Adam, don't be disappointed," she said and
put a hand on my shoulder, "You needed Sue and she needed you. You fit well
together, be happy for the time you had together." I smiled and told her, "I
am. Thank you, mistress, and just one final question." "Yes, Adam," she said.
"How did you get through the security check point to greet us at the gate?" I
asked. She laughed softly, "I merely transported myself here. Security only
checks people coming to the gate, not coming from the gate, now shall we go?"

'The longer I'm with Mistress Eve, the more questions I have,' I thought as we
walked to the exit and a waiting car. 'I just wonder if I'll ever fully
comprehend her power.'