Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 6


Several days after I visited Jeff and Joanne, or should I say, murdered them,
I made a call to my attorney inquiring about beach property. In this episode,
I have to use a little ransom to get what I want, but bear in mind, I always
get what I want. Enjoy, Eve!

OK, let me just say that I don't make a habit out of murdering people. I'm not
a serial killer, a sociopath or psychopath, but what I am is a dominatrix that
doesn't take shit from anyone and I have the muscles to back that up.

The story appeared in the paper the following day with not much more in the
way of details and by the third day, there was no mention of the murders at
the beach. That's when I picked up the phone and called Ira Bernstein, my
attorney. Ira is a small man, standing just a little over five feet tall. This
may be his only 'short comings' because he's a shrewd and brilliant attorney.

"Ira, this is Eve," I said, "I read about a murder at the beach and I'm
interested in a piece of property there, specifically on Vista Del Mar, look
into that for me." "Mistress Eve," Ira said, "how nice to hear from you. Are
you interested in any property or that particular one?" I chuckled and said,
"Any, but that one would do nicely, Ira, be a good boy and look into it for
me." I hung up.

Ira, while not exclusively my attorney, is completely devoted to me. Of course
the retainer I pay him gives him incentive. I knew he would do whatever he
needed to do as soon as he got off the phone.

He called back two hours later. "Am I disturbing you, mistress," he asked.
"Not at all, Ira, I was just working out," I said, setting the dumbbell down,
"what did you find out?" "There are no homes currently on the market on the
street you inquired about; however, I did learn that the house where a recent
crime was committed is being prepped for sale as we speak." I smiled, "When
will it be available?" I asked. "It may take a month, mistress," Ira said,
"with cleaning the home and doing all of the paperwork." "That's too long,
Ira," I said, "tell the broker handling the estate that I'll take it as is if
I can have it right now." "But mistress," Ira said, "I'm sure the furniture,
cleaning, and ... " I cut him off. "Did I not make myself clear?" I asked.
"Yes, mistress, let me get with the broker, but you understand that ... " I
put the phone back on the cradle.

My workout done, I showered and had just gotten to my office when Ira called
again. Glancing at the caller ID screen on my phone, I asked, "What is it
Ira?" rather than saying hello. "Um," and he cleared his throat, "Ah, I spoke
to the broker and he said that while the comps on the houses in the area
aren't yet complete, he'd be willing to accept two point five for the house,
as is." "I'll go one, eight, and not a penny more," I said. "Well, all right,
I'll present that to him but I'm not optimistic," Ira said. "Make the offer
and if he wants to haggle," I said, "tell him I'll meet him at the house, he
can chose the time." "You'll want me there, won't you, mistress?" he asked.
"No," I said, "there's no need for that, Ira, I may have to be persuasive with
him." "I understand," he said, and once more I hung up the phone.

That evening Adam, Inga, Olivia, Urbano and I were having dinner. Inga was
telling us about her sister that was going through a rough divorce after only
two years of marriage. Apparently her husband, or soon to be ex-husband has a
gambling problem.

We were just about finished with dinner when Ira called again. "Mistress, I
just heard back from the broker, Jim Barton, he said he'd meet you tomorrow
afternoon at three o'clock at the property," Ira said. "Good," I replied. "But
mistress, I really think I should be there, Mister Barton can be, how should I
say this, a prick," Ira said quickly before I could hang up. "I understand,
Ira, but like I said that wouldn't be necessary," I said sternly, "but what
you can do is draw up the paperwork for the one point eight bid that I will be
making." "Very well, mistress," he mumbled as I dropped the handset onto the
cradle.

The next day I arrived at the cottage at three o'clock. No one was there,
which I found rude, but I tried the front door and found it locked. A key box
was attached to the door handle, so I broke that and removed the key. I
crushed the lock box in my palm and threw it into the street, and then opened
the front door.

Inside, the living room had been pushed against one wall; the room had been
freshly painted. I walked through the house, looking in each room, taking my
time. I finished in the master bedroom where two weeks earlier I had murdered
Jeff and Joanne. The carpeting had been pulled up but the bed, where Jeff had
met his end, was still there, or at least the box spring and frame. The
dresser with a missing drawer sat against the wall next to five gallon
containers of paint, roller frames, rollers, plastic drop clothes, a bag of
latex gloves and other painter supplies.

'Perfect', I thought as I put a pair of the latex gloves in the nightstand
drawer.

I was halfway down the hall when I heard the front door open and close. "How
did you get in?" the man asked. "The door had the key in the lock so I let
myself in," I replied. He glanced back at the door, the key still in the
deadbolt. "Huh," he grunted and turned back to me, "Jim Barton," he said
extending his hand, "Eve," I replied. I shook it and he said, "I told Ira the
bank wanted two point five million for the property. Ira said you were
offering one point eight. That's unacceptable. Are you willing to pay the two
five?" 'He is a no-nonsense type of broker,' I thought. "No, but the one eight
is what I'll pay, cash of course," I said. His one eyebrow raised, but he
said, "Well then, I'm afraid this was a waste of both of our time," and he
turned toward the front door.

"As long as we're here," I said, "why don't you show me the house." "Really,
if you're not willing to come up a bit, I don't see the point," he said. For a
minute I thought he was going to leave, but then added, "Oh, all right."

Within ten minutes we were in the master bedroom. "So you see," he said as he
led me into the bedroom, "it's really about the location. You have to admit,
that's a spectacular view of the ocean." "Yes, it was," I said, "Mr. Barton,
is this the bed that that poor man was murdered in?" He looked at the bed and
then said, "Why yes, I think so, all of the furniture should have been removed
by now, but yes, that's the bed." I placed a hand on the man's chest. "Hmm," I
said, "I've never been on a bed where someone had died before."

Mr. Barton looked up at me and said, "That's an odd thing to say." I smiled at
him and said, "Who's to say what's odd and what's not," and I rubbed his
shoulder and chest, and then sat on the edge of the bed. I ran a hand across
the box springs, "I understand he was killed by a jealous lover." Jim came
over to where I was sitting. "I hadn't heard that," he said, "Does that excite
you?" I looked up from where I was sitting and said softly in barely a
whisper, "Yes." He smiled down at me.

I unzipped his trousers and was happy when he didn't run. His soft penis was
disgusting, but coaxed it from his pants and glanced up at him. He was smiling
and I could feel his erection growing. 'Maybe I should just rip his penis off
and be done with him', I thought, 'but I need for you to approve my purchase
of this house.' Erect, Jim Barton couldn't have been much over five inches,
but I kissed the head of his penis anyway as if he was as large as Urbano or
Adam.

I reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew a latex glove. "Hmm," I
murmured as I brought him neared to orgasm. I could tell he was ready to come
and I held the glove in my hand. As he ejaculated, I caught it in the glove.

"Umm," he cooed, "thank you, Eve," as he stepped away from me and zipped up
his pants. "Thank you, Jim," I said, standing up and running a finger across
my lips to give the appearance of having given him a blow job. I knew that he
was so engrossed in thinking that I was going down on him he wasn't actually
aware that I hadn't.

We walked back to the living room. "Have you reconsidered my offer," I asked.
"Why, because you gave me a blow job?" he asked. I laughed, "No, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, but I didn't," I said holding the latex glove up and wiggling
it, "I just needed to get your cum so that when it's found in a whore up in
the Hollywood Hills, the police will come looking for you."

At first, his face remained expressionless, but then the realization of what I
was telling him sunk in. "Unless I give you the house" he said as a statement
more than a question. "Not give," I said, "Sell me the house. My offer stands
at one point eight million dollars, all cash." He held out his hand. I shook
my head, "Not until I'm signing papers, Jim." He turned and walked toward the
door. "I'll see what I can do," he said over his shoulder. "You have
forty-eight hours," I called after him.

The next day, Ira called. "I don't know how you did it mistress, but I got a
call from the bank and you got the house for one million, eight hundred
thousand dollars." "Good," I said. "They are sending the papers over to be
signed," Ira said, "but Jim Barton also asked me to remind you to return what
you borrowed from him. Do you understand his request?" "Yes, yes I do," I
said, smiling, "when will the documents be at your office?" "They should be
ready by two o'clock," Ira said. "Excellent," I said, "I'll see you at two,"
and hung up.

At two o'clock I arrived outside the office of Ira Bernstein. I walked in and
gave the receptionist my name. "Mr. Bernstein is on the phone, but he said to
show you in when you came," the young woman said. "Don't bother, baby," I said
to her, "I'll let myself in."

I opened Ira's door and he had his back towards me, the telephone in his hand,
looking out the window. I strode to his desk and pushed down on the button
disconnecting him from whoever he was talking to. He pulled the phone away
from his ear and looked at the hand set before turning around and seeing me.

"Oh, Mistress Eve," he said, replacing the telephone on the cradle, "I didn't
hear you come in. How are you?" I smiled at him. "Fine, Ira, are the papers
ready for my signature?" "Yes, yes," he said, "Let me have Sara bring those in
for you." He lifted the telephone and summoned Sara.

The pretty receptionist came in carrying a thick folder. "Ahh, very good,
thank you, Sara," Ira said. She handed Ira the folder and turned to leave. "Is
she new," I asked Ira. He looked from me to the receptionist, who had stopped
midway to the door, "Yes, Sara's been with me about a month now," he said. I
smiled and walked over to where Sara stood and ran a finger under her chin,
tilting her head up. I kissed her lightly on the lips and then pulled away,
watching her. She licked her lips, with her small pink tongue. I put my hand
on the back of her head and kissed her once more, this time with more passion,
allowing my tongue to enter her mouth.

She looked at Ira when we separated and Ira only smiled. "Would you like Ira
to step out of the office, Sara?" I asked. "Yes, please," she said softly. I
looked back at the small man and said, "Give us some time, Ira." "Yes,
mistress," he said before walking for door.

Once he was out of the office, Sara asked, "Why did he call you, mistress?"
"He calls me mistress out of respect," I said, "just as you should. Ira is one
of my slaves." She looked up at me and I brushed a strand of hair from her
forehead and kissed her in the spot where the hair had been. "Get undressed,"
I said and half leaned, half sat on the edge of Ira's desk, watching. She
hesitated but then began to unbutton her blouse. Next, she removed her pants.
She wore no bra and a pair of thong underwear.

I traced the outline of her tan with my fingertip, where her bathing suit top
had been, forming a triangle around her areola. Sara's breasts weren't large,
but they were firm. Next I flicked her nipple with my finger tip, not hard,
but the small orb responded, becoming hard. I bent down and sucked. "Hmm,"
Sara said softly as I pulled the nipple away from her chest with my lips.

I ran a finger under the waistband of her thong and moved it down her slender
legs. A soft patch of brownish hair adorned her pubis. "Next time I come by,
Sara, have that pussy shaved, do you understand?" I told her. "Yes, Eve," she
said. I grabbed her crotch; "Yes, who?" Stunned she said, "Ah, err, yes,
mistress." I released my grip and said, "That's better," and patted her cheek.

On this day I wore lose fitting black silk pants that were tied at the waist
with a drawstring. I untied the drawstring and the pants slipped from my hips.
"On your knees Sara, make love to my clit," I said. She looked up into my eyes
and I smiled wickedly. She slowly sank to her knees and I felt her breathing
against my labia.

"Get on with it, Sara," I said and with a hand on the back of her head, pushed
her toward my waiting clit. "Make me hard, baby," I said. Seconds later I felt
her tongue exploring, and my erection beginning.

"Mistress," she said, now holding my semi-erect clit between two fingers and
her thumb, "how is this possible?" I chuckled and said, "Just enjoy it, baby,
Mistress Eve wants to come and I know you want to have my cock in that hairy
pussy of yours." She took me orally, humming softly. When I was fully erect, I
said, "OK, baby, get up on the desk."

She was reluctant to let go of my 'she-cock' but she did and moved to the desk
where she sat on the edge. I stepped between her legs and positioned the head
of my clit against hers. I always love the feel of my extra-large clit
dominating a smaller woman's.

Sara was leaning back, supporting herself with her arms, watching me and what
I was doing. I put my arms behind my head and slowly eased my pelvis forward,
driving myself deeper. My abs tight, she brought a hand up and ran it down my
six-pack muscles. "You're so hard, mistress," she said, and I plunged deeper.
"I don't think my boyfriend is as big as you," Sara commented. "Did you mean
his muscles or his cock?" I asked. She laughed which felt funny with me inside
her and said, "Both, actually."

I was now fully inside her and she lay down on Ira's desk as I began to pump
my hips, slowly at first but then increasing the tempo. Sara was making small
mewing sounds and as her breath caught a few minutes later, I knew that she
had had her first orgasm. I continued and lost count of how many she had,
however after twenty minutes or so, I reached my own climax. With a few final
thrusts, I sent a stream of my cum onto Ira's desk. I slowed my rhythm
draining my clit.

I stood motionless for a moment admiring the young girl I had just dominated.
So sweet, she was trying to catch her breath. I withdrew from her and stepped
back into my silk pants and tied them at the waist.

"Taste my juices, baby," I said, swiping my finger through the cum on the desk
and holding it to her lips. She licked my finger, and then took my whole digit
into her mouth and sucked. "Lap my cum from Ira's desk," I said and went to
the office door.

Ira was sitting in his waiting room, casually reading a magazine. I only
opened the door and he came into his office. I was watching him as he took in
the naked Sara lapping at my juices on his desk.

"Let's get busy with the papers," I said, as if the naked young receptionist
licking the bosses' desk clean was commonplace. Ira laid the papers out on a
layout table against the wall and I pulled a chair over. I signed and
initialed everywhere that Ira indicated me to. When all was done, he handed me
the keys and asked, "And how would you like to handle payment?" "I had told
Jim Barton that I'd pay cash, so here it is," and handed an envelope to Ira.
He hefted the envelope but didn't look in it. "And what about returning what
you borrowed from him, mistress," Ira asked. I smiled, "That's also in the
envelope, in a small vial."

He looked at me questioningly, but didn't dare ask what was in the vial. "I'll
see that he gets the envelope and the paperwork, mistress." I put a hand on
his cheek and said, "I know you will, Ira, I know you will."

I stood up as did Ira. I was well over a foot taller than him. "Thank you,
Ira," I said shaking his hand, "Be sure that Sara has a cleanly shaved pussy
next time I come in." "I shall, mistress," Ira said. "Goodbye, Sara," I said,
taking the house keys from the table. "Goodbye, mistress," she said and looked
up. If she were embarrassed by Ira being present she didn't let on.

I walked out the door and transported myself to the new house. I let myself
in. The house was as I had left it with the exception that the painter's
equipment and paint cans were gone. I stepped out into the back yard and
walked to the back fence and looked down on the beach. The golden sand
glistened in the sunlight. I could see couples lying on the sand, children
darting about and people jumping waves at the surf line. It was so beautiful.
I walked back to the house. 'I'll have to find someone to act as a housekeeper
and maintain the place,' I thought, 'I'll check with Inga first.' I had always
wanted a place on the beach and while, technically this was on the bluffs
overlooking the beach, it was close enough.

I walked back into the house and was about to transport myself home when I
heard a knock on the door. "Yes," I said to a middle age couple standing on
the porch after opening the door. The couple exchanged glances and then the
woman said, "We're the Thompsons, Ben and Barbie, we live next door and just
wanted to introduce ourselves. Did we catch you at a bad time?"

"No, please, come in," I said. Fortunately I still had on what appeared to be
leggings and a loose fitting top. They looked around as they entered. "Looks
like you have a fresh coat of paint already," the man said. "Yes, I'm working
on it. I'm Eve, by the way," I said and shook their hands.

"I see you still have the old furniture, but I do so hope you got rid of the
bed that Jeffery died in," Barbie said, "that would give me the creeps." I
laughed, "No, actually the bed is still here, but I will be getting rid of the
old furniture." "Good, good," she said, "Well, we just wanted to come over and
introduce ourselves. This is a pretty quiet neighborhood, that's why we were
surprised when Jeff and his fianc' were killed, that was just terrible." "I'm
sure it was," I said, "Did you see anything that day?" "Not a thing," Ben
said, "Everyone around here keeps to themselves." "Good," I said, "then my
late night orgies won't be a bother." The pair looked at me and I said, "I'm
kidding," and laughed.

"Are you an actress, a model or something," Ben asked. "No, why?" I asked.
"You're just tall and muscular, I thought maybe you were in the movies," he
said. I laughed again and said, "Heaven's no. I'm a business woman, so I'm in
and out all the time." "We are too, dear," Barbie said, "We spend a lot of
time on our boat. Well, we better be going, Ben, let Eve get on with her
renovations." "Yes," Ben said, "It was good to meet you neighbor," and shook
my hand again. As he did, he stared at my bicep.

I closed the door behind them. 'I hope they won't be a problem,' I thought,
'and meddle into my lifestyle.' I immediately transported myself home.

Back home that evening we were having spaghetti. Olivia made great spaghetti
with meat sauce. It was difficult not to overeat.

The conversation turned to the new house. "Urbano, I want you and Adam to go
over there first thing in the morning and get rid of the old furniture," I
said, "Rent a truck and haul it to some charitable organization. Inga, do you
know of a housekeeper that would fit into our lifestyle?" "I don't think so,
but, oh, wait," she said, "What about my sister?" "The one getting a divorce,"
I asked. "Yes, mistress, she hasn't been a domestic, per se, but she's taken
care of that no good husband of hers for the past two years." "If you think
she would fit in, I'll talk to her," I said. "I'll give her a call tonight,"
Inga said.

That night, Inga called her sister, Annika. After making small talk, Inga
asked, "Would you be interested in coming to California for a visit? My
mistress has need for a housekeeper for her new house at the beach." "Really?"
Annika asked, "Sure, beside how could I pass up a trip to see my little
sister?"

Two days later, Annika arrived. Inga met her sister at the front door clad
only in a robe. We kept one on a hook by the front door so as not to arouse
delivery people or solicitors who ignored our 'No Soliciting' sign.

"Did I catch you in the bath, Inga," Annika asked as she stepped into the
foyer. "No, actually our mistress ... " Inga started to say as I went to greet
our guest. "What Inga is trying to say is that we don't wear clothes in the
house or back yard," and I nodded to Inga who removed her robe.

"Du sliter inte nagra klader?" Annika said. Inga said, "No, we don't wear
clothes." "Hon ##r s##kert l##ng och var fick hon de musklerna?" Annika
replied. "Please, in English," I said. "My sister only commented that you're
very tall and muscular," Inga said. I smiled as I walked to our guest, "Yes,
not just muscular but strong as well." I stopped in front of her and flexed my
bicep. The muscle bunched up in front of Annika making a small mountain. "If
you're going to be a part of our household you will have to obey me, do as I
command and tend to my needs," I said, "You will be handsomely rewarded and
compensated, isn't that right, Inga?" "Yes, mistress," she replied. I stepped
to Inga and glancing at Annika kissed Inga on the lips drawing her body
against mine.

Annika's eyes widened and when I broke the kiss I turned to her and said, "Can
you live with my rules?" She looked from me to Inga, who gave a subtle, brief,
nod. "Yes, mistress, I can live by your rules." "Excellent, Annika, welcome to
our house then; I'm sure you will be very happy at the beach house. Inga,
would you ask the other's to come in and meet Annika?" "Yes, mistress," Inga
said and left to get Olivia, Adam and Urbano.

"It will take some time to acclimate to our lifestyle," I said to Annika, "but
after a while you will grow to enjoy it. Now, take your clothes off." She
stared at me a moment and then began to remove her clothing. As she was doing
so, Inga returned with Adam, Olivia and Urbano.

Annika, I noticed, couldn't tear her eyes away from the men's cocks. "You'll
become accustom to seeing Urbano and Adam," I said, "and you are free to
satisfy your desires if you both agree, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress,"
she said, placing her panties on the stack of clothing and standing up.

'She needs some sun and to get her body toned,' I thought, 'I'll have Inga
help her for a few days.' I made the introductions and my staff shook hands
with Annika. "I think it would be best if you worked here at the house until
you've had a chance to settle in," I said, "also, it will give you a chance to
use the gym and get a little color, you don't look like you've been outside
much." "No, mistress," she said.

"Good, Inga will show you to the guest bedroom," I said and everyone went back
to whatever they were doing.

Once Inga returned, I said, "I think your sister will fit in nicely, but it
will take time. Be sure she works out with you, she needs to tighten her
muscles." "Yes, mistress," Inga said, "And thank you for giving her the
opportunity." "That's not a problem; with the new house, I needed someone
there to keep the place clean," I said, "Perhaps it was fate that sent us your
sister."