Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 4


When the Santa Ana winds blow in southern California, strange things happen.
This morning, the winds blew and my day was off to a bad start. Would it
continue to be a bad day? 'I'll just have to see what comes my way,' I thought
and deal with it as only I can.

The Santa Ana winds were blowing in the LA basin and that always made me a
little 'on edge.' While they were warm, blowing in off the desert, they made a
mess of the pool and inevitably downed a power line or tree in the
neighborhood.

I had a meeting with the board of directors of a small company that I own this
afternoon. 'I hope the winds stop by then,' I thought as I climbed out of bed.

I was padding to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee and perhaps an English
muffin when I noticed a discoloration on the carpet. I knew immediately what
it was from.

"Inga," I called, standing in the living room near the couch. "Yes, mistress,"
she said a moment later behind me. "Come here, look at that stain on the
carpet," I said, "clean that up immediately." "Yes, mistress," she said.

I turned and looked at the petite blonde, my hands on my hips, "I shouldn't
have to tell you that I demand the house to look its best at all times, should
I?" I said. "No, mistress," she said softly, looking at the carpet. I stood
there looking at her for a minute, saying nothing, and then said, "Well, get
busy, girl," and turned and walked to the kitchen. "Yes, mistress," Inga said
to my back as I walked away.

'Perhaps I was a little harsh', I thought as I walked off, 'after all, the
mark on the carpet was my cum.' Last night Adam and I had another epic sexual
bout resulting in both of us unleashing a torrent of cum.

No longer thinking of Inga, I veered down the hallway to Adam's room and
opened the door. There, cradled against Adam's body was Olivia, her head
resting on Adam's arm. Both were asleep. I didn't so much mind Adam and Olivia
sleeping together or having sex, but I expected Olivia to be in the kitchen
when I wanted an English muffin.

"Wake up, Olivia," I said, "go fix me an English muffin." Her eyes flew open
and she looked up to see my pussy inches from her face as I stood next to the
bed. "Wh-what, oh, ye-yes, mistress," she stammered as she swung her legs over
the side of the bed and hurried off.

"Eve," Adam said, "what time is it?" as he came awake. "It's time you learned
whose house this is. I'm not your servant, look at your own clock if you want
to know what time it is, Adam," I said. He rose up, resting on his elbows.
"Are you mad because I slept with Olivia last night?" he asked. I chuckled and
said, "Don't flatter yourself, you can sleep with whomever you please; I'm
upset because she wasn't doing what I pay her to do."

"Oh, Eve," he said, "Don't be mad at Olivia, she was just sleeping in." I
looked at him and he averted his eyes. "Look, Adam," I said sternly, "first,
its Mistress Eve, and secondly, don't tell me when I should and shouldn't be
upset. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," he said, still studying the
sheets. "We had great sex last night and I've already had to yell at Inga to
clean up our cum from the carpet," I said, "Now you and Olivia are sleeping in
when she should be in the kitchen doing her work. Why don't you go help Inga
with some of the housework and start earning your keep here?" Now I had his
attention. He took my hand, "Eve, err, Mistress Eve, you're not serious, are
you?" he asked. "Very serious, Adam," I said, "all you do is lie around being
my stud when I need you. You've had it easy for far too long." His mouth hung
open.

"I'll tell Inga that you'll be helping her with some of the household chores,"
I said, "maybe it's time you started cleaning up your own messes and doing
your own laundry." I looked down at the still damp cum on his satin sheets.
"Fine," he said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, "but don't come
crying to me if I'm too tired to have sex with you sometime."

Now I was livid. I took him by the shoulders and lifted him up so that I
looked directly in his eyes. "Don't ever talk to me in that tone again, do you
understand, asshole?" He said nothing. "And if you think you're going to
withhold having sex with me on the pretense of being too tired," I said
firmly, "I'll rip that cock off of you and shove it down your throat. Do you
understand?" His eyes were wide but he said softly, "Yes, mistress." I held
him there for a full minute, looking into his eyes before tossing him on the
bed and walking out of the room.

Back in the living room, Inga was on her hands and knees, a brush in her hand,
scrubbing the carpet. I stopped next to her and she looked up. "Adam will be
helping you with your housework," I said, "Please be patient with him, but
firm, I explained that he has to start earning his keep here." If she had
anything to say or thoughts to share, she kept them to herself. "Yes,
mistress," Inga said.

I walked into the kitchen and Olivia turned from the counter, a plate with two
English muffins on it. "Would you like coffee, mistress," she asked as she sat
the plate on the table. "Yes, please," I said, as she turned to pour my
coffee.

"Look," I said, stepping behind her, "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.
Things have become a little lax in the house lately, that's all." She turned
to me and looked up and said, "Then you're not mad about Adam and me sleeping
together?" I took her in my arms and she laid her head on my chest. "Oh, no,
honey," I said and stroked her hair, "You and Adam can sleep together any time
I'm not angry with either of you, I just expect you to do your job here in the
kitchen is all." She looked up at me and said, "Yes, mistress." I kissed her
on the lips, holding her close, feeling her breasts against my chest.

I ate my breakfast while glancing at the newspaper. In the local section an ad
caught my eye. The ad, for a spa, advertised a special for waxing and a
massage. I glanced down at my crotch and thought I'd give them a try.

Back in my bedroom, I called and inquired about waxing and a massage. The girl
on the phone apologized for the short notice, but informed me they had an
opening in a half hour and asked if I could I make that. I told her I could. A
few minutes before the appointed time, I transported myself to the spa.

When I stepped into the lobby, a bell above the door announced my arrival.
"May I help you?" the cute blonde behind the counter asked, standing up. "I
have a ten o'clock appointment," I said. "Yes, you must be Eve," she said,
"and this is for waxing and a massage?" "Yes," I replied. "Will that be total
or partial?" she asked. I smiled and said, "Total." "Please, have a seat and
Amanda will be with you shortly," she said. I said, "Thank you," and took a
seat. She took her seat behind the counter and appeared to busy herself,
although I knew she was watching me. I was the only client in the lobby.

A stunning red-head came through a beaded curtain a couple of minutes later
and said, "Eve?" I stood up and as I walked toward her, she looked at me from
head to foot. She wore a white lab coat and 3-inch pumps. She stood about
5'-9" with the heels and appeared to have a trim figure, although it was hard
to tell with the lab coat. She held out her hand and said, "I'm Mandy, the
owner, it's good to meet you." We shook hands, her grip was firm, and she
said, "Please, right this way," and led me to a room at the back.

As she led me down the corridor I had a chance to look at her calves. 'Well
defined,' I thought, 'not muscular, but certainly not flabby.'

"Have you had a wax before," she asked as we walked, looking over her
shoulder. "Yes," I said, "many times." "Good, then you're familiar with the
procedure," she said stopping before a door and opening it.

"I'll give you a minute to disrobe, just leave your underwear on," she said
once I was in the room, "just ring the bell when you're ready," and turned to
leave. "I'm ready," I said and she turned back towards me. Her eyes widened
and her mouth opened slightly. "Is there anything wrong?" I inquired, "I don't
wear underwear." "Ah, no, you just got undressed so quickly," Mandy said. I
smiled and said, "I've had lots of practice." She didn't respond but said,
"Please, lay on the table," and asked, "Are you a bodybuilder?"

I sat on the foot of the table and then moved so that I could lie down. "No,
I'm not a bodybuilder," I said, "but I do work out and work out hard." I
turned my head to watch as Mandy went to a cabinet and withdrew a pair of
latex gloves and put them on. When she came back to the table she looked at my
mons and said, "You don't have much hair to remove, this won't take long."
"No," I said, "I wax regularly, but please, take your time."

She ran a gloved hand over my pelvis. The feel of the latex against my skin
was cool and impersonal. "Take off your gloves," I said. She looked away from
my pelvis and said, "But the health laws say that ... " I cut her off with the
wave of my hand. "I don't give a damn about the health laws," I said, "I want
to feel your touch, Mandy, and I want you to feel me, do you understand?" "But
Eve, I ... " she started to say. Again I cut her off, and grabbed the wrist of
her right hand and peeled the latex glove off, tossing it on the floor and
then thrust her hand between my legs. "I said feel me, Mandy, do you
understand," I said sternly, "When Mistress Eve says to do something, you do
it." Slowly I released my grip on her wrist and she didn't remove her hand.

"That's better, baby, I'm sorry I had to be abrupt with you, but I'm not use
to being disobeyed," I said. "I'm sorry, Eve," Mandy said, her fingers
exploring my labia and clit. "It's Mistress Eve, Mandy, Mistress Eve," I
repeated, "Now take off your lab coat." "But the health law ... " she said,
and I clamped her hand between my muscular thighs.

"You know, baby, I could break your hand with just my thigh muscles," I said,
"but I'm not going to. I'm going to relax them and you're going to remove not
only your lab coat but whatever else you're wearing, do you understand?" She
nodded and I smiled into her beautiful face. I relaxed my quads and she
removed her right hand, and cradled it momentarily in her left.

"Look, Eve, ahh, err, Mistress Eve," Mandy said, "I'm married, I don't know if
I've given you the wrong signals or what, but I'm not into women, do you
understand?" I lay there and rolled to face her, propping my head up on one
hand. With my free hand, I balled it into a fist and flexed my bicep, admiring
my nineteen inch arm. "Have you ever been with a woman, Mandy, a real woman?"
I asked, and not giving her time to respond, asked, "So how would you know
whether you liked women or not?" I looked her in the eyes. "I'll bet your
husband's arms aren't as big as mine, are they?" She shook her head. "I didn't
think so; now I'm only going to tell you one more time, take off the lab coat
and whatever is underneath it."

She looked at me for a few moments, and then she unbuttoned her lab coat and
removed it, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door. She had on a short
skirt and a cream colored satin blouse. She really was attractive.

"Now the rest of it," I said watching her. She unbuttoned her blouse and then
unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it and laid it on a chair. She removed
her blouse and hung that on top of the lab coat. Her pale skin was marred only
by a smattering of freckles and the soft pink bra and panties she wore.

I sat up swinging my legs off the side of the table and reached around her and
unfastened her bra. As I did this, she automatically put her hands on my lats.
I took the bra from her shoulders and tossed it in the direction of the chair.
I bent down and kissed her in the crook of her neck and as I did, she closed
her eyes and threw her head back. 'Not into women,' I thought, 'you're going
to change your mind real fast, baby.'

I grabbed the waistband of the pink satin panties she wore and ripped them in
two as if they were made of tissue. They ripped down to her crotch, and I let
them fall to the floor. "But those were ... " she started to say and I put a
finger to her lips. "Shh," I said, "You won't miss them," and chuckled, "now
wax my pussy, and then I want to show you something." I lay back on the table
and Mandy said, "Yes mistress."

She proceeded with the waxing process, ungloved and unclothed. It only took a
few minutes, and as she was applying lotion to my hairless pubis, I felt the
stirrings of an erection.

"Suck my clit, Mandy," I said, "Make me hard." She looked down at me and
asked, "What?" "I said to suck my clit, baby, I need to have you," I said and
she looked from my eyes to my clit which was now several inches long. "Suck
me!" I said sternly. She flinched as I said this but then bent over the table
and took me orally. As she worked my 'she-cock' with her mouth I moaned, "Umm,
that's right, make Mistress Eve hard." As she brought me to my full erection,
her right hand played over my abs while her left hand massaged my quads.

"Is your husband as big as me, baby," I asked and she stopped and not making
eye contact with me, looked at my erect clit and shook her head. I chuckled
and said, "Why am I not surprised? Would you like me to fuck you, baby? Have
you changed your mind about making love to a woman?" "Yes, mistress," she said
softly, still staring at my 'she-cock.' "Good," I said as I swung my legs over
the side of the bench and said, "Lay down, Mandy, I'll be gentle."

She sat on the edge of the table and then swung her legs up and moved to the
end, so that her hips were at the foot. "You can adjust the height with the
foot peddle on the floor," she offered. I looked down and saw the switch. I
stepped on the peddle with the '+' and the table elevated. "That's
convenient," I said, as I raised her up to the same level as my pelvis. I
retrieved a bottle of lotion from the table against the wall and applied a
small amount to the palm of my hand and massaged it into my cock. I positioned
my cocks head at Mandy's labia and with a slow gentle pressure I entered her.

Mandy gripped the edge of the table as I plunged my clit deeper. Slowly I
thrust in and out and within minutes, the young woman was moaning softly. I
began to quicken my pace and with that I impaled her to the full extent of my
erection. I bent forward and cupped each of her breasts with my hands,
massaging the nipples. They responded to my touch and I began to pinch them.

Her moaning became louder as I brought her to one orgasm after another. I
began to slow my rhythm and withdrew from her, my clit becoming flaccid.

She looked up at me questioningly and asked, "Was I good, mistress?" "You
were, my pet," I said, as I ran the tip of my finger lightly across her clit,
"but now you must suck my pussy until I come, and I want you to lap me clean."

Mandy got off the table and knelt before me, teasing my clit with her tongue.
'For never having been with a woman before', I thought, 'Mandy is a natural.'
I closed my eyes and focused on my pleasure. Within minutes I erupted
splashing her face with my sweet cum.

She looked up at me, her face wet. I ran my fingers through her hair. Her pale
face looked almost translucent against the dark brown skin of my pussy. "You
make Mistress Eve very pleased," I said, as she continued to lap my labia. "I
will be back and will bring my staff." "But what about your massage,
mistress?" she said. "I will be back for the massage; are there others on your
staff?" I asked. "Yes, my husband is a trained and licensed masseuse as well
as Chrystal at the front desk," she replied, getting to her feet. "Good," I
said, "I'm sure my girls, Inga and Olivia will enjoy your husband; and I know
you and Chrystal will enjoy Adam and Urbano."

I pulled her against my chest and then tilting her head back, gave Mandy a
slow passionate kiss. "Thank you, baby, I'll see you soon," I said and left
her in the room to freshen up and get dressed.

I closed the door behind me and once in the hall, dressed myself in a short
jean skirt and crop top T-shirt. While sex with Mandy had been 'fun', I wanted
more; perhaps it was a result of the Santa Ana winds, or maybe just my
insatiable sexual desire, but I thought I'd visit Chrystal, the receptionist.

From behind the beaded curtain I could see a middle age couple in the waiting
room. As I stepped through the beads, Chrystal turned and gave a short gasp,
but caught herself. "How was it?" she asked. "The waxing was wonderful," I
said as I stepped behind the counter, and raised the hem of the jean skirt.
"What do you think?" I asked. With my pelvis and exposed pussy two feet from
her, she swallowed hard and stammered, "Ahh, err, yes, that looks good." I
chuckled and repeated, "Looks good?" and said, "Kiss me, Chrystal, feel how
smooth my pussy is." She glanced across the counter at the couple sitting
against the far wall who were both watching us.

Crystal slowly wheeled her desk chair towards me and brushed my pussy with her
soft, full lips. "Hmm," I cooed, "nice," and I turned to the couple and
smiled, "Would you like to see," I asked them. The man quickly put the
magazine he was holding onto his lap as the woman looked at him and frowned,
and then turning back towards me, shook her head.

A brass incense burner on the counter caught my eye and I picked up the round
sphere. Holding it in the palm of my hand, I crushed the metal into a tight
ball. As I did, my bicep swelled as did the veins in my forearm and wrist.

Still holding the brass ball, I walked from behind the counter and stood in
front of the couple. They looked up at me with both terror and awe in their
eyes. I had seen this look many times before and it always reinforced the
knowledge that I had control and power over humans.

I placed one of my stiletto heeled feet between the woman's legs, resting the
ball of my foot on the edge of her chair. I knew that from where she sat she
had an unobstructed view up my skirt. "Do you like what you see?" I asked her.
She turned her head toward, what I assumed was her husband.

"Look at me!" I said sharply to the woman, who slowly turned to look. "Hey,
leave us ... " the man started to say as he began to stand up. I reached out
and grabbed a handful of the shirt he was wearing and pulled him toward me so
that his face was inches from mine. "Or you'll what, asshole?" I asked,
sneering at him. He didn't say anything and I took the lump of brass I was
holding and pushed it into his mouth. "Here's a brass ball," I said, "Call me
if you decide to grow a pair," and I pushed him back into his chair.

The magazine, which had been in the man's lap, had fallen to the floor. A damp
stain was now spread across the front of his pants. "You're disgusting, you
wuss," I hissed and then turned my attention back to the woman.

"What about you, sweet cheeks," I said, "Am I going to have any trouble out of
you?" She swallowed hard but shook her head. I smiled and flexed my calf
muscle. "Feel that," I said, "My calves are nineteen inches and rock hard. Go
on, feel it." She ran her fingers along my calf, her touch soft as a feather.

"Is this your husband," I asked with a nod of my head in the man's direction.
"Yes," the woman said softly. "Is he any good in bed?" I asked. She shot her
husband a quick look and said, "He's, ahh, well, he's OK," and quickly looked
in his direction again. The man sat with his eyes downcast, studying the
carpet. "Uh-huh," I said, taking my foot from the woman's chair and standing
up, "I bet he is."

I walked back behind the counter to where Chrystal sat taking all of this in.
"I'll be back, baby," I told her, "and next time I come in, I want you to give
me a massage." "Yes, Eve," she said. "Mistress Eve," I said correcting her.
"Mistress Eve," she repeated, and then unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed
my bare midriff.

I giggled and said, "Be good, Chrystal. I'll see you soon," and walked out the
door of the shop.

That evening, after my meeting with the board of directors, the five of us sat
down to dinner. The winds had died down and I was no longer feeling 'on edge'.
I told Adam, Inga, Olivia and Urbano of my visit to the massage parlor, and
they all seemed eager to have a massage and be pampered.

'Perhaps I'll suggest to Mandy, when I go back,' I thought, 'that she needs a
business partner. I don't own a spa or massage parlor.'