Alex - Vacation
by Muscle Fan
Episode 9, Part 1 


A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality by Muscle Fan

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Doctor Robert Bennett, "Robbie", had been working long hours at the hospital.
A colleague had told him of a small hotel in Palm Springs where service was
paramount and the food was outstanding.

He made the reservations for the three of us; himself, Olivia and I, where we
would spend a long weekend basking in the sun and enjoying the desert air. I
was looking forward to it. He also reserved a tee time and round of golf for
himself, that he neglected to tell me about.

This is our little get away ...

Olivia and I needed bathing suits for our get away, so we headed to Emily's.
Liv and I were accustomed to lying by the pool sans-suit, so unless we wanted
to totally blow the minds of other hotel guests, suits were in order. Emily is
a seamstress and wardrobe mistress for a motion picture company. She has a
small shop not far from the house doing custom work and costumes of all kinds.

"Hello mistress, Olivia," Emily called to us as we entered. She was busy
sewing on a machine in her work area. "Hi Emily," Olivia and I said in unison.
"How may I help you," Emily asked, getting up. Emily is a light-skinned
African-American and one of my slaves, although, like Robbie, she preferred
the word, submissive.

"We need a couple of bathing suits," I said, "something that we wouldn't find
in a store." She smiled, "I thought you two hung out by the pool without
suits." "We do," Olivia said, "But Robbie is taking us to Palm Springs, so we
don't want to shock the guests at the hotel, at least not totally." Liv
laughed.

Emily already had all the measurements she needed. She kept meticulous records
of all her clients. "I can do that, how soon do you need them?" she asked.
"Actually, next week, is that a problem?" I said. Emily scrunched up her nose
and I could tell she didn't like the quick turnaround, but said, "That's
quick, but for you, mistress, no problem. So, let's pick out the fabric." Liv
and I selected our fabric and Em asked, "How daring do you want to be at this
hotel?" I laughed and said, "You know us, so I'll let you be the judge." A
look of concern crept across her face and I kissed her on her full lips and
said, "Don't worry, you'll make the perfect suits, you always make the perfect
things."

The following Thursday, Liv did her shopping and stopped to pick up the
bathing suits at Emily's. "I hope you and Mistress Alex like them," Em said.
Olivia looked at the suits which Emily had laid out on her cutting table. "I
love the material," Liv said, "I just hope they're not too daring for the
hotel." She held up the bottom for one of her suits in front of her and
studied her reflection in a mirror. "Will it cover my butt?" she asked. "It
should," Emily said, "the other one is designed as a thong though." Liv put
the one she was holding down and picked up the silver thong. "Hmm," she said,
"I don't have time to try it on, but I like it."

"You and Mistress Alex will be the hit of the pool," Em said. "I know Mistress
Alex will," Olivia said, "I always enjoy watching the attention she gets."
Emily took the thong from Liv and set it aside and said, "You'll get your own
attention, Mistress Olivia."

The two embraced and kissed. Olivia ran her hands down the small of Em's back
and beneath her jeans, cupping her butt and holding her against her. Emily
lightly ran her hands along Olivia's back under her T-shirt. When they parted,
Olivia said, "I wish I had more time, I'd love to have sex with you, but I
have groceries in the car and we need to pack for our trip." Emily, a
disappointed look on her face said, "I feel the same, mistress," and she ran
her palm over Liv's jeans allowing it to linger on her pubis.

Home, Olivia put the groceries away and brought my bathing suits to my bedroom
and laid them out on the bed. When I got home I stripped and looked at the
suits. There were three; one was a cheetah print, one silver metallic and
finally teal colored velour. 'I'm so predictable,' I thought, 'Emily could
have picked the material herself.' I had had other items made by Em using the
same fabric, but I liked the way it hugged my body and looked against my tan.

I put on the silver metallic and examined myself in the mirror, turning one
way and then the other. It barely covered my pubis, but did cling to my butt.
The string top could be adjusted to cover more or less of my breasts. I
adjusted it to cover my areola.

As I was admiring the suit, Olivia came in wearing a snake skin print suit.
"What do you think, mistress," she asked. "I love them," I said, "If you have
to wear a bathing suit, you might as well wear one that fits well and is
flattering."

Olivia ran her fingers over the small triangular front panel of her thong. "I
just hope this isn't too daring for the hotel we're at." Still studying my
reflection, I flexed my quads and said, "I don't think so, and besides, with
our muscles, who's going to notice our suits?" Liv laughed and said, "You mean
your muscles, mistress," and turned to the mirror. Olivia bent her arm and
flexed her bicep. "Look at you all buff," I said glancing at her reflection
and then running a hand across her muscle, "very nice, Liv." I meant it, Liv
has come a long way in muscle development; very firm and defined.

The three of us left for the desert Friday morning. It would be a two hour
drive to Palm Springs. The weekend promised to be warm and sunny. Palm Springs
sits nestled in the Coachella Valley and was a playground for the rich and
famous in the 50's and 60's. Today it's a 'get away' for the sun worshipers,
golfers and tennis players of southern California and a mecca for the
'snowbirds' of Canada. Thanks to Robbie's GPS, we found the hotel, secluded
and off of Highway 111, the main thoroughfare.

"Reservation for Bennett," Robbie told the man at the front desk. "Certainly
sir," he said, barely glancing up from the computer, "Ah, I see you've booked
one of our suites. That's a party of three for two nights." He looked up and
then at me. The smile faded from his face momentarily and then he said,
"You're in suite number one, do you need help with any bags, sir?" I chuckled
and said, "I can manage the bags," not smiling. The man flinched, but pushed
the room key across the counter.

We walked to the room which was separated from the main building. The hotel
had, perhaps twenty rooms surrounding the pool and garden. Our suite was
separate from the other rooms. There were two bedrooms, each with its own
bathroom, and a sitting area, desk and kitchenette. On the back patio was a
rectangular Jacuzzi and private lounge area. I put my suitcases in one of the
bedrooms and Olivia and Robbie's in the other.

We had passed by the pool and there were only a handful of people lounging
there. One or two were in the shade and several taking advantage of the sun.
"Let's get out of these clothes and go out to the pool," I said, peeling the
black dress over my head. Within minutes we were back in the sitting room with
our bathing suits on. It was odd to see my slaves, or submissive, wearing
bathing suits.

Taking towels from a cart near the gate to the pool, we headed for three
chaise lounges in the sun. All eyes watched as Olivia, Robbie and myself
spread our towels on the lounges. One man, I noticed, quickly rolled on to his
stomach, no doubt to hide the fact that he was getting an erection. I chuckled
to myself, 'Enjoy the view, little man,' I thought, 'because that's as much
action as you're going to get.'

A woman in her fifties, with a book, in a green bikini peered over the top of
her sunglasses at us, and set her book aside. At first I thought she was
looking at me and then I realized that she was staring at Robbie. 'He's
handsome,' I thought and looked over at him and then saw what the object of
her interest was. The head of Robbie's penis was exposed below the leg of his
swim trunks. "Put your cock away, Robbie," I said softly. He opened his eyes
and turned to me. "Huh," he said, and then looked down to see his exposed
member, "oh, sorry," and pulled his trunks down. He glanced at the woman and
smiled. She was attractive for her age, flat stomach with grey hair. She
returned his smile and went back to reading her book.

We had lain there for fifteen or twenty minutes. "Olivia, put some oil on me,"
I said. Olivia stood up and all eyes around the pool followed her movement,
her suit left little to the imagination. She appeared not to notice, but I
knew little escaped her attention. She looked at me and smiled briefly, loving
the attention. Retrieving the bottle of oil from the small table between us,
she bent over giving most of the poolside sun worshiper's a nice few of her
butt.

Olivia stepped to the foot of my chaise and lifted my right leg. She put my
heel in her crotch and then squeezed a small amount of oil in the palm of her
hand. She sat the bottle on my chaise and began to massage the oil into my
shin and calf, working it into my muscles. She ran her fingers between each of
my toes, pulling on them slightly. She repeated this with my other leg.

She then stepped to the side of the lounge and with a small dab of oil on her
palm, worked it into my quads. I flexed giving the audience poolside a nice
view of my muscular legs. She walked around the chaise, taking her time to do
the other quad.

By this time, most men had rolled onto their stomachs turning to face us. The
women had stopped pretending to not be watching and were openly gawking.
"Spread your legs, mistress," Olivia said. I did and she knelt between my
legs. She then poured oil on my abs and proceeded to rub it into the skin. She
stuck her index finger into my navel and then withdrew it where she put it
between her lips. I loved the 'show' that she was giving the audience.

Olivia got off of my chaise and I left my legs on either side, feet on the
ground. 'I might as well add to the show,' I thought, 'give them a nice look
at the cheetah print bikini and the bulge of my clit beneath it.' She walked
around to the head of my lounge and allowed a few drops of oil to rain down on
my chest. She rubbed the oil slowly into my upper body. I raised my arm,
flexing my bicep and I thought I saw one man slowly humping his chaise. Olivia
applied oil to first one arm and then the other.

"Thank you, baby," I said, loud enough for those nearby to hear. She bent and
kissed me on the lips, exploring my mouth with her tongue. When we broke the
kiss we both laughed softly. Back on her own lounge, Olivia took her time
applying her own oil.

I glanced over at Robbie who apparently was asleep. 'He missed the whole
show,' I thought, and noticed once again that his penis was making an
appearance from the leg of his trunks. 'That will make Miss Green Bikini
happy,' I thought.

I must have dozed off as well, because all but the woman in the green bikini
was gone when I looked up. I stood up and walked to the steps of the pool. The
water was warm and I waded in and began swimming to the far end. I did a
swimmers turn at the wall and headed back to the steps. The pool wasn't large,
and the shallow end prevented me from making a turn off the wall, so I stood
and dove back for the far end. I had completed my ninth lap when the woman in
the green bikini appeared on the steps.

"Hello," she said as I walked toward her, "Please don't think me forward, but
are you married to that man?" she asked nodding in Robbie's direction. "No," I
said, "Why?" She smiled and said, "I thought not. You're his mistress,
correct?" "Yes, but, how ... " I began when she held up her hand. "I'm a
dominatrix as well," she said, "I'm from Chicago, out here visiting my
brother, this past week. While I was here, I was hoping to find someone to
have sex with in Palm Springs, but they're either not into domination or
married. I'm Maryann, by the way," she said extending her hand.

I shook her hand. "Alex," I said, "I'm not sure I follow." She smiled and
said, "I fly home tomorrow and would like to use your man for the evening, if
I may be direct. I promise I'll return him unharmed." I laughed and said,
"Really, it's up to Robbie," studying Maryann. She was nearly six foot tall
and attractive with a nice tan. "I've been here a week," she said, "and quite
honestly, I'm horny as hell. Your Robbie looks as if he's pretty well hung and
could satisfy my needs." "He is," I told her, "and I know he'd satisfy you,
follow me." I stepped from the pool.

"Robbie," I said, "Maryann would like a word with you." Olivia looked at me
questioningly. "Robbie," she said, "I'm from Chicago, and find you very
attractive. I'd like to buy you dinner tonight. I fly out tomorrow and would
like my last night to be special. Can you help me with that?" Robbie looked at
me and I shrugged. "May I have a word with you, mistress," he said.

Maryann went back to her chaise. "Yes," I said to Robbie. "Mistress, I respect
your decisions, but I don't want to be passed around like a library book,"
Robbie said, and then looking across the deck to Maryann, said, "She's
attractive, but I have an early tee time tomorrow." I laughed, and said, "I'm
sure you can handle Maryann, and as for your precious tee time, tell her you
have to get some rest. I'm leaving this entirely up to you." "I appreciate
that, mistress," he said. He smiled and then got up and padded to where
Maryann lay on her chaise.

"Is he going to go out with her?" Olivia asked. "I don't know, Liv," I said,
"but we should get ready for dinner." Olivia and I went to the room and
showered. I put on a short black dress with spaghetti straps and black
stilettos; I added a gold chain belt at my waist. Olivia had on a black suede
miniskirt with teal satin sleeveless top and black pumps.

"Did Robbie come back," I asked Olivia. "He did," she said, "He grabbed a
change of clothes and said he'd shower at Maryann's. I was in the shower and
he was gone when I got out." "I guess we don't have to worry about him, then
for dinner," I said. "You really didn't mind him going out with that woman,"
Liv asked. "Maryann?" I asked, "No, I can relate that she's horny not having
had sex for a week and is eager to get back home. Now she'll go back
satisfied."

"What do you feel like," I asked Olivia. "How about Italian?" she said.
"Perfect," I said and we headed out to Highway 111. In Palm Springs, you don't
have to travel far to find a good restaurant. We pulled into an Italian
restaurant that had a nearly full parking lot. "This looks like a popular
place," I said as I pulled up to the valet station.

The valet opened my door. His eyes went wide as he took in my muscular thighs
as I swung them from the driver's seat. 'He can't be much over five foot
tall,' I thought accepting the ticket he held, 'poor guy.' He quickly got in
the car and drove off.

Olivia and I approached the maître de, "How may I help you ladies," he asked.
The man had thick black hair and a thin mustache. "We'd like a table, please,"
Olivia said. "Reservation?" he asked. "No," Liv said. I glanced over the man's
shoulder. The dining room had several empty tables.

"Unfortunately, we're pretty full," he said, studying a computer screen on the
counter in front of him. "Oh," Liv said, "You can't work us in?" "I'm afraid
not, ma'am Friday is our busy night." Olivia looked up at me and the maître de
followed her gaze and smiled. "Shall we go somewhere else, mistress?" she
asked.

"No, Liv, this man will work us in," I said, watching the smile fade from his
face, "won't you?" "I'm sorry, perhaps I could take your name and ... " he
began when I grabbed his tie, pulling him across the counter that separated
us.

Our faces were now inches apart, I smiled and said, "There are several empty
tables in there. You will show us to that booth and send a waiter over, do you
understand?" Olivia looked at the man and gave him a big smile. "I think the
booth will be lovely," she told the man who was becoming red in the face, his
feet off the ground and his tie tightly around his neck. I cocked my head and
said, "Well?" He nodded and I let go of his tie.

It took the man a minute for the blood to drain from his face and to get his
breathing under control. "Pl-please, right this way, ah, ladies," he said
leading the way to our booth. "Thank you," Olivia said as he pulled the table
away from the seat and then did the same for me. I smiled at him but said
nothing. He left the menus and left.

Most of the tables were occupied by couples of various ages. A couple of
tables were men and only one other was two women. The nearest table was a
couple in their fifties, and while we couldn't hear their conversation, they
seemed engrossed in each other. The woman picked up her handbag and headed for
the restroom. The man motioned for the waiter. He spoke to the waiter who
hurried off.

"A glass of wine?" our waiter said having hurried over. "None for me," I said.
Olivia ordered a glass of pinot noir. We studied the menu.

As we glanced at the menu, the other table's waiter brought three glasses of
wine to the table. He placed one by the man, and one by the empty seat of the
man's wife or girlfriend. He then turned and brought one to me. "This is from
the gentleman at the table," the waiter said, nodding in the direction of the
man at the closest table.

Our waiter came back bringing Olivia her wine. "Are you ready to order?" he
asked. "I just need a moment," Olivia said. The waiter nodded and scurried
off. "Here's to a fun weekend away," I said, proposing a toast. We clinked
glasses and then I turned to the man at the table, raising my glass to him. He
did the same and we sipped from our glasses.

I didn't want the wine or the attention from this man at the nearby table, but
I drank about half of the wine and then slipped the glass beneath the table.
The table cloth hid what I was about to do. I quickly fingered myself while
holding the glass with my other hand. I caught my cum in the glass and then
brought it back on top of the table.

"What are you doing," Olivia asked. I smiled at her and said, "Just having
some fun, my pet." I wiped the rim of the glass and stood up, carrying it to
the man's table. I leaned down and sat the glass next to the one at the
unoccupied seat. I whispered in his ear, "Thank you for the wine, baby, did
your wife get the same?" The man looked a little puzzled but said, "Yes."
"Hmm," I said, "That's too bad," and picked up her glass, taking it back to my
table.

Olivia saw me switch glasses, and as luck would have it, just in time. As I
sat down the woman returned from the restroom. "What did you do, mistress,"
Olivia asked looking at the smile on my face. "Just having a little fun," I
said, "Watch."

We watched as the two made small talk. Finally, the man raised his glass in a
toast and his wife clinked her glass against his. Smiling, she took a sip of
her wine. Her smile faded fast turning to a frown as she looked at the glass.
The man probably asked what was wrong and the woman held her glass out to him.
He looked at it and took a sip, and then his head snapped towards me. His wife
or girlfriend followed his gaze at the same time picking up her purse and
heading for the door. I shrugged as the man raced after her.

Olivia and I laughed, drawing the stares of a few other diners.

To be continued ...