Eve - Muscle Mistress
Chapter 8
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com


Showing a car dealer and his wife who's in charge, but did I go too far? I'll
let you decide, but I will tell you that it doesn't end well for one of them.

Annika needed a car, in order for her to visit the main house as well as
maintain the beach house. As modern and up to date as southern California is,
her public transportation was still in the 'dark ages.'

I had been traveling, so you can imagine my surprise when I visited Annika and
found a ten year old Ford parked at the curb. I knew what the car had cost, as
the paperwork was on my desk, and had it been in pristine shape, it may have
been worth what Annika paid, or rather what I had paid. But I was surprised by
the rust that was clearly visible around the fender wells and the obvious
fading of the paint on the hood and rear deck lid. I suspected the car had
come from the east coast and its severe winters.

She had had the car for four days and I told her, "Annika, I'm going to take
that car back and get something better for you. You need something more
reliable than a ten year old car." I took the keys and drove to the dealer.

The receptionist asked if she could help me and I said I wanted to see the
manager. "He's on the phone," she said, looking at the blinking lights on her
telephone, "but if you'll have a seat, he'll be right with you." Not being the
most patient person, I reluctantly took a seat and waited. I glanced at the
wall clock every three or four minutes.

After twenty minutes, I could wait no longer. I got to my feet and strode down
the hall where I saw a sign above a door which read, 'Mark Stafford, General
Manager.' The door was open and the man sitting at the desk had the sports
section spread before him, open to the horse racing page.

"May I help you?" he asked, only glancing up from the local track statistics.
"Yes," I said, "I would like to return a car that my housekeeper bought from
you and get a newer model." I tried to keep my frustration out of my voice and
project a business like demeanor. "Certainly," he said, smiling, "Please have
a seat."

I sat in the chair facing his desk. "Now, if I could just have the
housekeeper's name," he asked. I told him and he typed it into his computer.
"Hmm," he said, "she bought a ten-year old Ford. And what would you like
instead?" I told him a Ford is fine, but Annika needed a newer model. He typed
as I talked. "I have a two-year old Ford Focus, with low mileage on it," he
said, "would that work?" "That would be fine," I said, laying the keys to the
ten-year old car on the desk. He looked at them as if I had placed a pile of
crap on his desk, and continued to type. "That will be another five thousand
dollars," he said. I laughed and only then realized he was serious.

"What?" I asked, "How is that possible?" He said, "You're using the car she
bought as a trade in. It's used, and ten years old, so it's not worth that
much, at least not what you paid for it." Now I was mad. "You mean to tell me
that the car isn't worth what we paid for it four days ago?" I asked. "I'm
sorry, but that's right," he said. "I see," I said, standing up and moving to
the door. But instead of leaving the manager's office, I locked the door and
then closed the blinds that looked out onto the corridor.

"What are you doing," he asked as I turned back toward his desk. He began to
reach for the telephone, but I snatched the handset from the base and snapped
it in two. His eyes opened wide as I dropped the two pieces onto his sports
page. "Mark, here's what's going to happen," I said, leaning across his desk
and placing my fists on his beloved sports section. "You can have the car
brought around after it's cleaned and gassed up, and then I'll be gone and out
of your hair, or, you can refuse, in which case you will suffer severe pain.
Personally, I hope you refuse, however, know that the outcome will be the
same; I'll be leaving in a different, newer vehicle."

He was thinking about what I had said, watching me as I took my seat again,
and then stared at the broken telephone handset on his desk. Having reached a
decision, he grabbed a two-way radio that was in its charging cradle and
pressed the button. He requested a 2011 Ford Focus be brought up front, and
then replaced the radio back into the charging cradle.

He smiled and said, "Can I get you something while you're waiting?" "No thank
you," I said curtly.

There was a buzz and he glanced at me nervously. "Go ahead, Mark, take the
call," I said as he looked at the screen on his cell phone. "No, that's OK,
it's just the wife," he said and silenced the unit, sitting it back on his
desk. 'Just the wife,' I thought, 'I bet this guy has a shrew for a wife.'

The phone buzzed again, and Mark only glanced at it. I picked it up and
glanced at the screen, 'Lori', the text read. I answered, "Hello." Silence for
a few seconds and then, "Who's this?" "Eve, who's this," I asked. "Lori," the
woman said, "is Mark there?" "Yes, he's here," I said and handed him his
phone. 'Sounds like a bitch,' I thought.

"Hello," Mark said. "Who's that, Mark, one of your whores?" Lori asked. I
could hear both sides of the conversation since the cell phone wasn't pressed
firmly to his ear.

"Lori, it's a customer," Mark said. "Customer, my ass, you're at the track
aren't you?" Lori said. "No, baby, I'm at work," he replied. "Yeah, I'll bet,
I tried calling and no one picked up, Mark," she said. "The phone is broken,
Lori," Mark explained. "Uh-huh," she said, "Is that woman a stripper or
something?" "No, Lori," he said, looking exasperated and glancing at me,
"Look, I already told you, she's a customer, that's all. I have to go."
"Listen, Mark, forget that bitch, or customer as you call her; I'm coming down
there, I need some money," his wife said and clicked off, ending the
conversation. The man sighed and sat his cell phone aside once more.

"She sounds like a real sweetheart," I said. He smiled and said, "Lori wasn't
always like that," and nodded to the cell phone, "she used to be sweet and
loving." "Why not divorce," I asked. He laughed and said, "If it were just
that simple; Lori would get half of the dealership," and looked around, "but
it's not just that, it's the audit that would go with the divorce. I owe more
than the dealership is worth." "Gambling?" I asked. He nodded.

At first, I thought the problem was Mark Stafford, but now, it appeared to be
Lori Stafford. "Is that why you took advantage of my housekeeper?" I asked.
"Let's just say that I got as much as I could for the car I sold to your
housekeeper," he said, "I don't like to think I took advantage of anyone."
"No, of course not," I said.

The two-way radio crackled to life. The Ford I was getting was parked out
front. I slid the keys to the older model across the desk to Mark. "Let me get
your paperwork from our finance guy," Mark said and stood up. That's when I
noticed that Mark was short, perhaps five-foot or an inch or two more.

He unlocked the door and left. Time seemed to drag, and as I waited, a tall
red-head came in. She was attractive and had on a short skirt and four-inch
heels, her blouse was tied across her midriff and the top two buttons were
open exposing ample cleavage. 'I bet she likes the attention from the
salesmen,' I thought.

"Who are you?" she asked, sitting in Marks chair behind his desk. "Eve," I
said, "and you must be Lori." She smiled at me and said, "Yeah, that's right;
where's that worm of a husband of mine?" "He went to get my paperwork," I
said. She sneered and nodded. "He better not be too long, I have a nail
appointment," she said holding her hands out and examining her nails.

The door behind me opened and closed and Mark said, "Hello, dear." "Don't
hello me," Lori said, "Give me some money, I have a manicure in a half hour
and I don't want to be late." Mark sat the paperwork on the desk and retrieved
his wallet from his rear pocket. "I'm a little short, honey, I've only got
eighty dollars," he said. Lori chuckled and said, "You are a little short,
Marky," and laughed at her own joke, and then said, "Get the other twenty from
petty cash." Mark glanced at me and then headed for the door.

"Men," Lori said once we were alone again, "they're not good for anything
except sex." I smiled and she added, "If it wasn't for his dick, I would have
left that man years ago."

I smiled at her and nodded as if in agreement. Mark came back in his office
and Lori stood up and held out her hand. Mark was about to hand her a twenty
dollar bill when I plucked it from his hand. Mark quickly turned to me, his
mouth slightly open as if he were about to say something. Lori looked down at
me and said, "What the bloody, hell?"

I stood up and grabbed Lori's wrist pulling her across her husband's desk.
Name plaque, pens, sports page, paper clips all went skidding off and onto the
floor. In her surprise, Lori let go of the eighty dollars she had been holding
that Mark had given her. The bills fluttered to the floor.

"Bitch!" she shrieked as she struggled to free herself from my grasp. I
slapped her across the jaw and her head snapped to the side. "Mark, do
something," she pleaded, trying to pry my hand lose from her wrist with her
free hand. Her husband had stepped back, resting his back against his office
door, watching.

I continued to pull and Lori nearly fell on my side of the desk, but regained
her footing and managed to stand up. I released her wrist and she immediately
slapped me. "Is that the best you got, bitch?" I asked, smiling at her, "I've
seen five year olds who hit harder than that." She balled her right hand into
a fist and drove it into my stomach. I didn't flinch or waiver and she hit me
again.

I grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it open exposing her breasts.
Her cosmetically enhanced tits were firm and her nipples erect. She hit me a
third time, but this blow was considerably weaker than the previous two.

I grabbed her around the neck with one hand and lifted her toward the ceiling.
I stole a quick glance at Mark who still had his back against the door. I
couldn't read whether he was frightened or excited until I saw the bulge in
his trousers. Turning my attention back to Lori, with my free hand I pulled
the skirt past her hips and quickly did the same with her thong she was
wearing. Now naked except for the remnants of her blouse, I tossed her against
the wall. Her back made contact first followed by the back of her skull. She
fell to the floor, one hand to the back of her head while her other hand
massaged her throat.

She still needed to be taught a lesson in humility so I lowered the waistband
of my leggings and stepped in front of her. I grabbed a fistful of red hair
and brought her face an inch from my pussy. "Kiss my clit, bitch," I said,
"Make love to my pussy, I want to come in that filthy mouth of yours and when
I come, I want you to drink every last drop." I held her face firm against my
pubis and pumped my hips into her face. Through muffled cries I pumped,
finally reaching a climax.

Lori gagged and with my other hand, I pressed her face harder against my
pussy. "Drink!" I told her. Satiated, I released my grip on her hair and she
fell to the carpet gasping for breath. A trickle of my cum or saliva ran down
her chin.

I looked at Mark who hadn't moved from the door. His pants bore the
unmistakable stain of cum across the crotch. "Did you enjoy that, Mark?" I
asked, "That's how you have to handle a bitch like Lori." "You were
magnificent, Eve," he said. "Please, it's Mistress Eve," I corrected, "Now
what do you want me to do with this wife of yours?"

At this, Lori looked at Mark and then up at me, hatred in her eyes. "She's
made my life a living hell for a number of years, Eve, err, Mistress Eve," he
said, "Frankly, there's no love left between us. I don't care what happens to
her." I looked down at the woman whose glare was now replaced by fear. She
held up a hand and said, "Please, don't hurt me."

I pulled up the waistband of my leggings and grabbed Lori's thong from the top
of Mark's desk. I bent down and holding her chin in one hand, rammed the
underwear into her mouth. She struggled, but most of the fight had gone out of
her. "Weak bitch," I said, and stepped forward placing the heel of my stiletto
on the back of her hand. She tried to pull it free, but I applied more of my
weight. With a quick shift of my weight, the heel of my boot penetrated her
hand, pinning her in place to the floor.

I stood there watching a small pool of blood stain the carpet. Lori's initial
shriek was now replaced with whimpering and mucus running from her nose.

"Look at this, Lori," I said and struck a double bicep pose. "This is what a
true muscle mistress has, 'big guns'," I said, "How do you like them, Mark?"
"I love them, mistress," Mark said. "Then come here and make love to my
muscles, but first," I said, "I want to see that cock of yours." I heard him
behind me taking his clothes off. When he stepped beside his wife, still
moaning on the floor, I was surprised by the length of his penis. For a man a
little over five-feet tall he had a nine-inch cock. "Hmm," I said, taking his
shaft in my hand and gently stroking him, "That's a nice surprise." Mark was
running his hands over my biceps, giving each muscle a tender kiss.

I tensed my abs and Mark sunk to his knees, squatting on his wife's arm and
shoulder. He kissed my abs and was allowing his fingers to play over the
inside of my thighs, tracking thick veins. He took his time and worked his way
to my clit, where only minutes earlier, I had held Lori captive. This time I
allowed my clit to grow. "Hmm," Mark murmured as my clit grew, his tender
mouth working my 'she-cock'. "Mistress, you're magnificent," he said as he
stopped teasing me with his mouth and began to stroke me.

I laughed lightly and watched as I became fully erect. "Out of my way, Mark,"
I commanded and when he moved I scooped up Lori who was still moaning softly.
I laid her on Mark's desk and said to him, "Stand over there where I can see
you while I screw your wife." Lori caught her breathe when I said this and I
poised the head of my 'she-cock' between the lips of her labia and penetrated
her.

I increased my thrusting as I watched Mark masturbate. To his credit, Mark
lasted longer than I would have guessed. As he came, he sent an arc of cum
across Lori's chin. I climaxed almost immediately, drenching her butt and
Mark's desk. I slowed my rhythm as my clit receded. Lori's body was limp as I
withdrew from her.

Mark was getting dressed as I pulled my leggings on. "What do you want me to
do with her?" I asked. "She's useless, mistress," Mark said, "the love we once
had is gone; we could never make our marriage work." "Do you want me to kill
her?" I asked. At first, Mark looked shocked and then I could tell he was
thinking about the offer. "Would it be quick?" he finally managed to ask. "I
can make it quick or painful, but I really must go soon," I said. He looked
down at his wife, curled in a fetal position on his desk. "Everybody here at
the shop hates Lori, she's a bitch to the staff and dresses," he said, "well,
you saw how she dressed, mistress." "Like a slut," I said, "yes, I noticed."

"Make it quick," he finally said. I picked her off the desk and holding her
against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. I could feel ribs
break and then her lungs collapsed as I squeezed the air from them. She gasped
once, twice, and then was silent. I felt for a pulse in her neck, but she was
gone. "Where can I put the body?" I asked Mark. "Wh-what?" he asked. I took
him by his shoulders and shook him gently. "Don't go getting soft on me now,
Mark, you're the one who wanted your wife dead," I said, "Now where can I put
the body until tonight?"

"In the closet," he said, opening a closet. I lifted the corpse and sat her on
the floor of the closet. Surveying the office, I saw the small blood stain on
the carpet where I had driven my heel through the bitch's hand. The blood was
nearly dry. Grasping two of the edges of Marks' desk, I place it over the
stain. "That should be good for a while," I told him, "You'll have to clean
the rest of the place after I'm gone. Leave the rear gate and back door open,
I'll be back tonight to move the body. Also leave that ten year old piece of
crap car out back with the keys in it. Understand?" He nodded and I cupped his
chin and said, "Let me hear it." "Yes, mistress, I understand," he said. I
released my grasp of his chin and said, "Good," and patted his cheek, "Don't
get soft on me, remember; it was your idea to kill your wife."

"Take Lori's Mustang," he said, "I gave it to her last week and haven't had a
chance to submit the paperwork yet." He reached into his wife's purse and
tossed me the keys. I caught them and stared down at the key chain with the
galloping horse logo on it. "Thanks, Mark," I said and left. The dealership
was nearly deserted as I climbed into the yellow convertible and drove home.
When I arrived at the beach house, Annika was excited. Not only had I left
with a ten-year old car, but I came home with a new Mustang and a convertible
at that.

That night, I transported myself back to the dealership. The place was
deserted. I opened the rear gate and then went to Mark's office. It smelled of
disinfectant and had been freshly vacuumed. I opened the closet and Lori was
where I had left her, her joints rigid. Mark had sat her purse in her lap.

I carried her to the ten year old Ford parked by the back door and put the
body on the passenger seat. I drove through the rear gate, stopped and closed
and padlocked it behind me. I drove to Palos Verdes where I knew there was a
curve in the road high above the Pacific. Many cars had run off the road at
this site, even though a guard rail existed. 'This would just be one more
tragic accident', I thought.

I stopped and put Lori's body in the driver's seat and put the car in drive,
releasing the brake. The downhill grade, while not steep, was enough for the
car to pick up speed. As it neared the curve I was afraid it might get caught
by the guardrail, but as luck would have it, the car missed the rail and
plunged over the cliff. A rending of metal followed a few seconds later. I
stood listening, but heard no sirens and no one came along the narrow, windy
road. I transported myself home.

"Mistress," Inga said the next day, the robe we kept by the front door wrapped
around her, "There's a little man here who says he has some papers you need to
sign." I padded to the living room where Mark Stafford was waiting on the
couch, an attach' case at his feet. He stood up as I came in, his eyes wide as
he took in my naked body. He swallowed noticeably.

"Mistress Eve," he said, "I hope I'm not disturbing you." "Not at all, Mark,"
I said, "Inga tells me you have paperwork that I need to sign." He cleared his
throat. "Yes, first, transferring the title of the car, the ten year old car,
back to the dealership," he said as he laid the papers on the coffee table.
"This will free you of the title," he added.

"Next, the papers for transferring the Mustang into your name," he said, "the
car was never in Lori's name."

"Have the police notified you yet?" I asked. "No mistress, not yet," he said.
"It won't be long," I said, "in the meantime; can I get you a drink, a bite to
eat?" "I'm fine, mistress," he said.

Olivia came into the living room. "Would you or your guest care for something,
mistress?" she asked. I turned to Mark and said, "Care to reconsider?" His
eyes were now fixed on Olivia, her olive complexion and black hair and large
breasts. Mark didn't answer so I said, "Liv, why don't you set another place
for lunch, I think Mark will be joining us." She smiled broadly, and said,
"Certainly, mistress," and turned and left.

"While you're in my house, Mark, you have to take your clothes off. You can
dress and leave after lunch," I told him. "Yes, mistress," he said and removed
his shoes and socks. He stood to take the rest of his clothes off. "Follow
me," I said, once he was done, and led him through the kitchen where he once
again was mesmerized by Olivia who was preparing lunch. "Come along, Mark," I
prodded.

Out on back patio, I said, "This is Adam, my house man, Adam, Mark." Adam
stood up; he had been lying on his stomach reading. Mark's eyes went
immediately to Adam's penis. 'Men,' I thought, 'always comparing their cocks.'
The two shook hands.

Just then Urbano came through the back gate. "Oh, Urbano, come and meet Mark,
he'll be joining us for lunch." Mark watched as Urbano walked towards us, his
cock swaying as he walked. "Good to meet you," Urbano said and shook Marks
hand.

"Lunch is ready," Olivia called from the back door. "That's our cue," Adam
said and led the rest of us into the house. Olivia had made a platter of
sandwiches as well as a fresh green salad with berries and a pitcher of ice
tea. "Mark, please, take a seat next to Olivia. Mark just recently lost his
wife in an auto accident," I announced. Everyone uttered their condolences,
Olivia embracing Mark. One of Olivia's breasts rested on his forehead as he
sat at the table. "I'm sorry for your loss," Olivia said. When the two
separated I could see Mark was aroused. I smiled to myself.

Despite mentioning the death of Lori, the conversation at the lunch table was
upbeat. Inga asked what Mark did and was surprised when he said he owned the
car dealership that her sister, Annika, had gotten a car from.

As we were finishing up, Mark's cell phone rang in the living room where he
had left it and his clothes. "Excuse me," he said as he padded into the room
and returned a few minutes later. "They found the car and Lori," he said
looking somewhat sad. Again, it was Olivia who consoled Mark, this time she
held him tight to her naked body. "I'm so sorry, Mark," she said. He smiled
weakly. "They want me to go to the morgue to identify the body," he said, and
turned and walked back to the living room to dress.

Once Mark had left, Adam said, "What an odd little man." "Odd, in what way," I
asked. "His wife is killed in a car crash and he knows about it before he's
notified," Adam explained, "How does that happen?" I smiled and said, "Look,
Adam, I killed his wife. She was a real bitch and Mark wanted her dead. I know
I can trust you with that information, can't I?" I laughed and grabbed Adam's
cock and gave it a squeeze. "Ouch," he said, "You know you can trust me,
mistress."

"Good," I said, not letting go of his penis, "Come, I need to have you inside
me," and led him to the house and my bed. By the time we arrived, he was fully
erect. I playfully gave his erection a slap and said, "Eager? Don't disappoint
your mistress Adam; I want you hard for the next hour or so. Do you
understand?" "Yes, mistress," he said. Neither Adam nor Urbano dared to
disappoint their mistress.

I sat on the end of the bed and kissed his shaft beginning at the base and
working my way to its head all the while massaging his testicles. "Do you like
that my pet?" I asked. "Hmm," he said softly, "Yes." I chuckled and said, "I
know you do, and I want you to do the same to my 'she-cock', Adam, now lay on
the bed while I straddle that marvelous mouth of yours." I stood and he lay
down. For the next fifteen minutes he tongued my ever-stiffening clit and then
began kissing me from where it met my pussy to its tip.

I stepped off the bed and said, "Roll over, baby." He did and I mounted him
taking him anally and as I did, he gasped. As I thrust my hips I watched
myself in the mirror. 'Muscled calves and powerful quads,' I thought, 'with a
small waist and large upper body, I'm what every woman wants to become and
what every man desires.'

Adam moaned softly beneath me as I pummeled him. With a rush of adrenaline, I
erupted.