Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 1


Please note: At the urging of numerous readers, I have embarked on bringing
several of my storylines together. I hope you enjoy this union of muscle
goddesses and their exploits.

The First Meeting

Eve, for all appearances, is a well-endowed, athletic, giantess standing 6'-7"
with ash blonde hair and piercing grey-blue eyes. She's confident, a corporate
genius who's holdings touch on real estate, night clubs, prostitution and
various other business on both sides of the law. Her deeply defined veiny
muscles, narrow waist and broad shoulders are imposing. Seen from behind, some
might assume that Eve is a man, however, to those that have made that mistake,
they have paid the price.

She enjoys showing off her muscles, strength and sexual prowess as well as
inflicting pain on those that cross her. Eve has found that she's sexually
satisfied and aroused by both men and women and that her desires are satiated
by either sex, whether pleasuring herself or inflicting pain or pleasure on
her partners.

To say that Eve is a unique individual would be an understatement; for Eve
isn't human but hails from a distant planet just outside our solar system. She
named herself 'Eve' since she was the first to come to earth. How she came to
be here is a story for another time. Suffice to say, Eve has transformed
herself into the muscle mistress that she appears to be, a goddess to be
worshipped and/or feared. Her stamina and endurance is far beyond that of any
human.

Eve has several abilities beyond just her physical appearance, however. She's
able to transport herself globally, a fact that has only increased her
dominance in the world of business, and while she prefers to be sans clothing,
she has the capability of cladding her body with the latest fashions, casual
attire or sexually provocative clothing. One other unique capability Eve has
is that of 'cleansing' the memory of those that learn 'too much' or that she
feels could use a 'fresh start', as she calls it.

Mistress Eve is literally a woman of the world. It might be said that she's a
woman of the universe, but of her numerous homes, the one in southern
California is where she spends most of her time.

Eve chooses to live primarily in southern California because of the mild
temperatures and easy-going lifestyle. Her estate in the hills above the city
of the angels is walled and lushly landscaped. Her groundskeeper Urbano, cook
Olivia and housekeeper Inga share the house with Eve and her man, Adam. This
small, but highly qualified staff keeps the household in order while
attracting a minimal amount of attention. Eve prefers to be 'low-key' whenever
possible or unless she chooses otherwise.

Please note: Readers may find additional adventures of Eve in Diana the
Valkyrie's Library under the title, 'Adam's Story' as well as stories relating
to other characters herein in a series titled, 'Amanda,' or 'Tammy - Teen
Muscle Goddess', all by Muscle Fan.

Adam and I were enjoying a relative quiet relaxing day poolside. The warm
California sunshine and cloudless sky made for a marvelous day to lay in the
sun. I was nearly dozing off when Adam said, "Look at this, mistress, someone
has made a muscle enhancement drug for women and she's trying to get FDA
approval to sell it over the counter. She says it works, and from what I see
it appears like it does unless this photo is enhanced in some way." Adam had
been sitting up glancing at the newspaper.

I was lying on my stomach and looked up and said, "Here, let me see that." He
passed me the paper, folded to the story in the business section of the
newspaper. The caption under the photo said, 'Amanda Bennett, president of
Biomax Labs, seeks FDA approval for testing.' There was a short blurb below
the picture and the caption extoling the merits of the drug and finished by
saying that the drug was now undergoing review by the Federal Drug
Administration to see if it should move to the next phase of approval, that of
being tested.

The picture I was looking at, though grainy, showed a beautiful woman in a lab
coat in front of a counter filled with scientific instruments. Even though she
was wearing a lab coat, I could tell that Amanda Bennett was well developed.
Her shoulders appeared broad and the fact that she had her arms folded across
her chest made her upper arms appear large. 'I've got to meet this woman,' I
thought.

"Do you think that's possible, mistress," Adam said, interrupting my thoughts,
"that she developed a muscle growth formula?" "What's that?" I asked. "I
said," Adam repeated, "Do you think it's possible that this Amanda Bennett has
developed some sort of miracle muscle growth serum?" "It certainly seems like
it if I'm to believe this article," I said, "I think I'll have to meet
Amanda." "Do you want me to schedule an appointment, mistress," Adam asked.

I thought about that a moment, then said, "No, I think I'd like keep our first
meeting casual. I'll just drop in on her," and I glanced at Adam. I could tell
by the expression on his face that he was disappointed. "Don't look so
disappointed," I said, "I'm sure you'll have a chance to meet this Amanda,"
and I chuckled, "besides, aren't I woman enough for you, Adam?" "Oh, yes,
mistress, it's not that, I was just curious about the drug she came up with,"
he said. "Yes," I said, "the drug. I'm not sure it's a good idea that every
woman has the opportunity to get hold of it." 'I'll have to think about this,'
I thought.

That afternoon, having relaxed in the sun, working out in my large home gym, I
told Adam, "Let's go for a run. We've been a little lax this past week."

We drove to an area that was near Griffith Park. Griffith Park is a wooded
hillside area surrounded by large homes and contains some of the best jogging
trails in the city. We had run perhaps four miles and were looping back
towards the car when Adam slowed. Adam's endurance had increased since he had
become my 'man-slave', but it was unlike him to slow to a trot at only the
four-mile mark.

As I drew near, I heard what had slowed his pace. "Please, Tammy, you're
hurting me," a shrill voice complained. This was followed by a guttural laugh
and a female voice, "Don't be such a wimp, Paul, you're supposed to be the
'big man' on campus; the stud that everyone idolizes." "Please, stop, it
hurts," the male whined, which was followed by more laughter.

Adam and I moved closer to an adjacent trail, behind a tree and some shrubs,
and saw a teenage girl with a boy pressed firmly to her chest. And while the
girl had on a pair of shorts and sports bra, the boy was naked, his clothes
lying in a heap off to the side of the trail. She held him firmly from behind,
one well-muscled arm across his chest while her other hand was stroking his
penis.

"I heard that you were well-endowed, Paul," Tammy said, "but I can see that
that was an exaggeration," and this drew a wave of laughter from the young
girl. "Please, Tammy, you're going to pull my cock off," Paul complained.

"Perhaps I will," she said, as she continued to pump his cock. She suddenly
released her grasp of his shaft and spun the boy around to face her and
slapped his face. His jaw reddened almost immediately. "Mistress Tammy," she
hissed in the boy's face, "its Mistress Tammy, you little bitch. Call me
Mistress Tammy." "Ye-yes, Mistress Tammy, I'm sorry," he said and looked down
at the ground. "You are sorry, Paul," Tammy said, "You're a sorry piece of
shit. I needed a man and instead, I got a boy. I need a real cock," and she
again reached for his manhood. Paul inadvertently pulled away and was rewarded
with another slap across the jaw.

"Don't pull away from me, bitch," Tammy spat, "you're mine to do with as I
please, even if you have a small, pathetic little cock." The boy began to
whimper. "Maybe your tongue is bigger than that dick of yours," Tammy said,
"Do you think you can manage to get me off lapping at my clit?"

Still grasping Paul's arm with one hand, Tammy unbuttoned her shorts and let
them fall to the ground, where she stepped out of them. "Kneel before your
mistress, bitch-boy," she commanded and he did but only after she raised her
hand as if to slap him again.

"She looks pretty muscular, mistress," Adam whispered to me. I nodded and
whispered back, "I hate to interrupt her fun, but I need to talk to her." 'She
resembles me when I was young,' I thought, and then whispered to Adam, "Wait
here."

"Tammy," I said, as I stepped from between a tree and a tall shrub, "how did
you get those muscles?" The look of surprise on her face was quickly replaced
by anger. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" she asked. "I'm Eve and
I just need to speak with you a moment," I said, and then glanced down at the
young man on his knees between her legs. "I won't keep you from your fun," I
added.

She followed my look down to Paul and then back to me. She smiled and gave a
chuckle. "He's not good for anything anyway," she said, "big man on campus but
really pretty small in the cock department, if you know what I mean." "So you
just what," I asked, "went on a date to get screwed?" "Yeah, so?" she said
defensively.

"Nothing," I said to her indifferently, and then looking over my shoulder,
"Adam, come here." Adam stepped from behind the tree and stood next to me.
Facing the young girl again, I said, "Adam, show young Tammy here what a real
cock looks like, seems she's in need of a man." I didn't have to turn to see
if Adam would obey, I knew he would; besides, he loved to show off his huge
cock. I knew when Tammy caught sight of his manhood, because her eyes widened
and her lips parted. I looked down at Paul, still kneeling on the ground. His
mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Now," I said, "I'm going to make you an offer. Answer my questions and I'll
let Adam satisfy you, OK?" She smiled and said, "Sure, lady, what do you want
to know?"

"First," I said, "You can call me as Mistress Eve, but getting back to my
original question, how did you get your strength, be honest." She proceeded to
tell me a short version of living with her brothers and that two of them
worked at Biomax. That she had coerced her oldest brother into stealing some
of the muscle growth serum and injecting her. That and hours of working out
and honing her muscles. She finished by telling me that she loved to dominate
not only the other students but some of the teachers as well. 'It was a lot to
take in,' I thought, 'but a story I understood all too well.'

"And that's it, Mistress Eve, that's my story; now what about Adam here, can I
have him?" she asked. I smiled to myself thinking of how she phrased things. I
looked at Adam and said, "Be gentle."

Tammy came to Adam and he removed her sports bra, and then taking her in his
arms, lifted her so that the head of his penis was poised at her labia. Slowly
he entered her. Tammy shut her eyes and slowly licked her lips as Adam
gradually impaled her.

Watching the pair made my clit hard. Paul was staring at Tammy and Adam, not
watching me. I began to stroke my clit and it was responding. I stepped in
front of Paul, and said, "Paul, listen to me, I want you to take my
'womanhood' and make love to me, do you understand?" He turned and looked at
me, and then slowly nodded. "Good," I said, "and when I climax I want you to
swallow all of my juices, now get busy."

He looked at my stiffening clit and swallowed hard. I began to pump myself
until I was hard. "OK, Paul, take me," I said.

As he was servicing me, I thought, 'Now I really need to see Amanda Bennett
and get her to curtail her plans to supply her muscle enhancement drug to the
masses if this young girl is indicative of what will happen when teenagers
take it'.

I could tell that Tammy was nearing climax as was Adam. This aroused me even
more and I unleashed a torrent of my cum into Paul's mouth. Initially he
gagged, but then began to greedily suck. 'Good boy,' I thought.

Adam gently withdrew from Tammy and she regained her feet unsteadily, one hand
flat against his chest. She looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Adam," and
then turning to me said, "And thank you, Mistress Eve, I needed that." I
smiled at her and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now what do you want
to do with Paul here?" Apparently she had forgotten about her 'date', but she
now looked down at him and said, "I don't really care, but he'll blab about
our date all over school tomorrow."

"Perhaps not," I said, "I could kill him if he's of no importance to you."
"No," she said with a note of urgency in her voice, "Don't do that, that would
be hard to explain." "Alright," I said, "I'll make it so he doesn't remember
tonight," and with that I reached down and took his head in my hands with my
index fingers on his temples and my thumbs gently pressing on his closed
eyelids. I held him like that for perhaps five or ten seconds, just long
enough to erase a bit of his memory, and then let go. As he slowly opened his
eyes, I thought he was going to fall over, but he blinked rapidly several
times trying to clear his mind and then turned to Tammy. "What happened?" he
asked. Tammy was just pulling up her shorts and said, "This couple caught us
having sex, Paul, but that's OK, they promised not to tell anyone, now get
dressed."

Tammy put her sports bra on while Paul was getting dressed, no doubt searching
his memory for some remembrance of having had sex with this teen muscle
goddess. "Thanks again for sharing your man with me;" Tammy said to me, "Will
I see you two again?" "Oh, you can bet on that," I said, "we'll meet again.
Come along Adam, we need to finish our run." We turned and jogged down the
path, not looking back at Tammy and Paul.

Once back home, Adam and I showered together in my large shower. "I hope
you're not exhausted, Adam, because like young Tammy, I need to be satisfied."
He smiled and said softly, "You know it's always my pleasure, mistress."

The following afternoon, I donned a tight black skirt that stopped six-inches
above the knee, a pale blue blouse and a black blazer. Looking at myself in my
bedroom mirror, I thought, 'That looks pretty conservative but definitely
shows enough.' Not knowing Amanda Bennett, I didn't want to come on 'too
strong' because I needed her to agree not to market her drug. I walked out of
the house and transported myself to the parking lot of the Biomax Labs.

As I walked through the front door, I noticed the spacious lobby was light and
airy. What few individuals that were in the lobby turned to look at me. I
approached the receptionist, a young attractive petite girl who was in her
mid-twenties. "I'd like to see Amanda Bennett, please," I said. She glanced up
from her computer, her gaze traveling up my body. Her lips parted and for a
moment, she didn't speak, but finally managed to ask, "Do you have an
appointment?" I smiled and said, "No, but please tell her Eve Anderson is here
to see her." "I'm sorry," the receptionist said, "but MS Bennett wishes not to
be disturbed, however, if you leave a number, I ... " she stopped as I raised
my index finger.

"Look, Megan," I said, reading the name placard on the edge of the counter,
"just tell Amanda that I'm here and that it's concerning her formula." I
caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A large man in a blue suit was
walking towards us, the word 'Security' embroidered across the pocket of his
jacket.

"Is there a problem here, Megan?" he asked the receptionist as he stepped
close to me. He was a few inches shorter than I am, but probably had fifty
pounds on me. I wasn't wearing my 4-inch heels, so this man was probably about
6'-3" or 6'-4". "I was just explaining to this woman that Amanda is not
available," the receptionist said to the security man. "It's Anderson," I
said, "Eve Anderson." "Look, MS Anderson," the guard said, now turning to me,
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," and he lightly put his hand on my
forearm. I looked down at his hand, and then looked him directly in the face
and softly said, "If you don't take your hand off of me, asshole, I'll break
it." He stared at me a moment but didn't remove his hand. He seemed to be
weighing whether he wanted to take this to the next level. I smiled at him,
hoping he would.

His decision made, he tightened his grip and tried to pull my arm towards the
exit. Rather than buckle under his grip, I spun into him and catching him off
guard, brought his arm up behind his back. With my added height, I carried his
wrist high up to his shoulder blades. He let out a brief cry of pain and I
glanced behind me at Megan who was rapidly speaking into her headset.

"What's going on here?" a woman's voice said sternly from off to my right
where the elevators were located. I glanced in that direction and an
African-American woman strode forward. She carried herself well, with
confidence and self-assuredness, the sleeveless dress she was wearing giving a
clear view of well-defined biceps and triceps. Clearly she was a woman in
charge, but not Amanda Bennett.

Briefly no one spoke, and then she said, "Frank, what's going on?" The man who
I had hold of said, "I'm sorry MS Jackson, but this woman wanted to see MS
Bennett, but wouldn't leave when Megan said she wasn't available." Rhonda
glanced at the receptionist who was nodding, and then turned her attention to
me. "You may let go of Frank," she said. I loosened my hold on his arm and he
slowly brought it around in front of him, moving his shoulder to get the kinks
out of them, no doubt.

"Now, what's this about," she asked me. "I wanted to see MS Bennett to discuss
the muscle growth formula that she's developed and that is being studied by
the FDA. I won't take up much of her time. I can promise you, she'll find what
I have to say and show her very interesting." The woman was considering what I
had just said, and then looked at me from head to foot. Holding out her hand,
she said, "I'm Rhonda Jackson, MS Bennett's assistant." I shook her hand and
took note that her grip was firm and I reciprocated with an equally firm
handshake.

"Please, follow me," she said, and then to the receptionist and security
guard, "Thank you, Megan, Frank, I'll take it from here." "Yes, MS Jackson,"
they said nearly in unison.

With her 3-inch heels clicking against the marble floor, I judged Rhonda to be
nearly six-feet tall. As I walked behind her, I took in her muscular calves
and thighs, or what I could see of her thighs beneath the hem of her dress.
Once in the elevator, she said, "Now what's this really about?" "As I said," I
told her, "I just want to discuss her new muscle growth serum and see if I
could persuade her to withdraw it from FDA approval." Rhonda chuckled at this
and said, "Well, I doubt that, but I will introduce you to Amanda."

I followed Rhonda down a corridor, past another girl at a desk, where Rhonda
knocked on a large wooden door. "Yes," a voice said from within, and Rhonda
turned the handle and pushed the door open, holding it for me to enter. The
large office had two walls that were floor to ceiling glass, a couch, a small
conference table surrounded by eight chairs and a large oak desk. Two leather
club chairs faced the desk. Amanda was seated behind the desk, tapping keys on
her keyboard while looking at the monitor.

Once Rhonda closed the door, she stopped working and looked up. I saw her eyes
widen slightly as she saw me. "MS Bennett," I said, "Thank you for seeing me,
I'm Eve Anderson, but everyone calls me Mistress Eve." She smiled as I said,
'Mistress Eve,' and then stood up and came around from behind the desk meeting
me halfway between the door and her desk. I was surprised that she was nearly
as tall as I. I hadn't been able to tell that from the newspaper picture Adam
had shown me. Her muscular arms were bare and she held out her hand, "Well,
Mistress Eve it is then, and what brings you to Biomax, and please, call me
Mistress Amanda; I see you've already met Mistress Rhonda."

"Yes," I said, unbuttoning and removing my jacket. I laid it across the back
of one of the club chairs. "Rhonda was kind enough to rescue me from your
security personnel," I said. Amanda looked at Rhonda who shook her head,
"Actually, if I rescued anyone, it was Frank. Mistress Eve had him in a
half-Nelson and I believe was about to dislocate the poor man's shoulder had
Megan not called me." Amanda laughed and said, "Please, Eve, have a seat, I'm
sorry, Frank is fiercely loyal." I sat in the chair on which I had placed my
jacket, Rhonda taking the other. I glanced at her legs as she crossed them and
her skirt hiked up to mid-thigh. "That's not a problem, Mistress Amanda;
loyalty is a rare quality these days." Amanda smiled and merely nodded.

"My man, Adam, saw a piece about you in the newspaper, Mistress Amanda, and
your muscle serum. I wanted to come by to see if I could persuade you not to
go public with your formula." She had taken her seat behind her desk and
looked at me across the expanse. "I'm not quite sure what you mean," Amanda
said, "Why would I not want my formula to go public?"

"First, let me ask you, this review that's being conducted by the FDA, will it
be approved?" I asked. "In all likelihood," Amanda said, "we will then move
forward to testing it on subjects, but you can tell it works, right?" I
watched as she casually flexed her bicep. "Yes," I said, " I can see it works,
but have you given any thought as to the long range outcome of having such a
formula in the hands of the general public?" and paused before continuing,
"I'm afraid it has the potential of relegating the male of your species to
that of servants and slaves. Their usefulness would only be good for domestic
duties and breeding. Besides, I suspect that what you have developed may have
the potential to be 'overused' or 'abused', creating a race of super-women,
one's that may eclipse both your strength and mine if the serum is as good as
you claim it to be."

For a full minute neither Amanda nor Rhonda said anything. Then Amanda said,
"I see your point, but let's back up a minute, you said, 'the male of your
species', that's an odd phrase, what exactly did you mean by that?" 'Amanda
didn't miss anything,' I thought, so I decided to be truthful and said,
"Mistress' Amanda and Rhonda, I'm from somewhere else, somewhere beyond earth,
somewhere where the men are weak and the women prevail. Where I come from, men
are only good for pleasuring their women, doing domestic work and running
errands as I sited. They have no say in affairs of state, making decisions and
holding down jobs of any worth. Women have pitted man against man for sport,
betting on who will walk or crawl out of the ring victorious. I'm afraid that
may be what will happen here on earth should your serum be introduced to the
general public."

Again, they sat there for a minute processing what I had said, and then Rhonda
asked, "But your strength, it comes naturally?" "Yes," I said, "Yes it does, I
don't need muscle enhancing drugs. I work out and workout hard, as you two do,
but you might say I'm naturally gifted." "How strong?" Amanda interrupted. I
looked at her and then silently stood up. I unbuttoned my blouse, laid it on
top of my jacket and rolled my shoulders and pumped my arms, bringing them
across my chest. I could feel my traps swell and my biceps and triceps bulge.
I put my hands behind my head and tensed my abs making them pop into eight
deeply, well defined muscle groups. Bringing my right hand from behind my
head, I ran it over my rock hard abs, and pulled the waistband of my skirt
down nearly to my clit.

I relaxed and was about to sit down when Rhonda stood up and placed her hand
flat on my abs, and then slid it below the waistband of my skirt to my pussy.
She gave me a long kiss on the lips, her lips warm and sensuous, while her
tongue probed my mouth and her finger began to probe my clit. My clit
responded and I began to get an erection. 'Mistress Rhonda isn't shy,' I
thought.

As my 'she-cock' grew, Rhonda looked over at Amanda, who was still seated
behind her desk watching the two of us intently. "Mistress Eve's clit is as
large as yours, Amanda," Rhonda said. "Show me," Amanda said, and Rhonda
unbuttoned my skirt allowing it to fall to the richly carpeted floor, but not
before it got hung up on my erection. I helped the waistband over my
'she-cock' as my erection grew. 'So Amanda has a 'she-cock' as well,' I
thought, 'I wonder if hers is as big as mine, that's almost unheard of in the
human species.'

Amanda now stood behind her desk. "That's amazing, Mistress Eve," she said,
looking at my erect clit. "May I examine it?" I smiled and said, "But of
course." Amanda came around and stood before me. Looking directly into my
eyes, she hefted my clit, and then gently stroked it. Having this muscle
goddess, who was nearly as muscular as me, stroke my clit turned me on. I
moaned softly and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to climax, mistress." She
averted her eyes to Rhonda who gave an almost imperceptible nod and then knelt
before me taking the head of my clit between her gorgeous lips.

As she worked my shaft with her thick lips, I exploded. Rhonda swallowed
repeatedly until my cum subsided, and I whispered, "That was intense,
Mistress, thank you." "No," Rhonda said, "It is I who should thank you."

I looked down at Rhonda who had taken my load of cum, and was just finishing
lapping an errant drop from my shaft. "Was that good," I asked her. Looking up
she smiled and said, "Yes, mistress, your cum has a sweetness to it," and
stood up. I smiled at her comment and could feel myself becoming flaccid.

I pulled my skirt up zipping and buttoning it. As Amanda returned to her
chair, she asked, "So what do you propose?" "Let me ask," I said, "did you
develop your serum purely for financial gain?" She stared at me a few seconds
and then said, "No, when I came to Biomax, I wanted to work my way up, but as
a lab assistant, I could see I'd never be part of the 'old boys club', so I
developed my formula so that I could gain control and manipulate the men. It
worked so well that I wound up taking over the company. In fact the former
owner is now my houseboy." I smiled and said, "I didn't think you did it just
for riches, but if you had, I was prepared to buy you out. I don't suppose
you'd consider selling?"

Now it was her turn to smile, "No, I'm enjoying my role as owner of Biomax and
the respect that goes with it." "And the satisfaction in knowing that you can
have any man or woman of your choosing," I added. "Yes," she said, "there is
that."

"Let me propose that you keep your muscle drug for yourself and a select group
of associates and friends," said, "that way its use would be easier to
control. But I should warn you that some of your serum has made its way into
the outside world." "What?" both Amanda and Rhonda said at the same time.
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked. "It's true, just last night I encountered a
young girl who told me that she had been injected with your drug," I said.
"That's impossible," Rhonda said, "we have excellent security." "Like Frank?"
I asked. Rhonda stared at me and said, "No, not like Frank, but we take
security very seriously. We make sure the muscle serum is locked in the vault
at night." "It wasn't stolen in the manner you're thinking of," I said, "This
was taken by someone who works here." "Who, who was it?" Amanda finally asked.

"Her name is Tammy," I told them, "She's a high school senior and she has
three brothers, two of whom work here at Biomax." I wasn't planning to 'out'
Tammy, but she had done something illegal, putting her brother up to stealing
from the company and besides, if it helped me to persuade Amanda not to
provide the drug to the general public, so much the better.

"There's only one set of brothers working here," Rhonda said, "Jim and Tim
Connors." Amanda typed their names into her data base and sat staring at the
screen. "Yes, they have another brother, Tom, and a sister, Tammy," Amanda
said, and reached for the phone.

"This is Amanda, could you please come up here immediately, and bring your
brother," Amanda said into the handset in a calm voice that didn't give away
her rage. "We'll see what they have to say for themselves," Amanda said to
Rhonda and me.

We didn't wait long before there was a soft knock on the door. Rhonda answered
it and the two brothers entered. They were no more than a few feet into the
room when they noticed me sitting in the chair in front of Amanda's desk. I
stood up and their mouths hung open slightly as they looked at my broad chest
and undoubtedly my arms and traps.

Amanda introduced me then went directly to why the men were called into the
office. "Eve tells me that she ran in to your sister last night," Amanda said,
"and that Tammy said that she had taken our female growth serum." At this
point the brothers began to shift their weight back and forth from one leg to
the other, exchanging glances. They were excellent physical specimens but
seemed small now that they knew they were being reprimanded.

"Now there's only one way your sister could have gotten hold of the serum and
that is that one of you stole it and gave it to her. Now which one of you is
it?" Amanda asked. She kept her voice even and controlled but the men knew
they were in trouble.

"I took the serum, mistress," Jim said, "Tim had nothing to do with it." "Very
well," Amanda said, "Tim, you're dismissed." Tim looked from Amanda to Jim and
back again, "Please, mistress," Tim blurted, "Our sister put him up to it.
She's obsessed. She controls our house." "Is this true, Jim," Amanda asked,
"does she control your house?" "Yes, mistress," Jim said, "We do what she says
or she punishes us. We do the housework, cook and have sex when she wants."

"You have sex with your sister?" Rhonda asked. The two brothers nodded, and
then Tim said, "When she wants."

--- To be continued ---