Genie Part 10
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


I let Jack go and he fell to the floor, sobbing. 'Please, stop,' he begged.

'What's the matter, Jackie, am I too much for you?' I taunted. He was doubled
over kneeling on the floor, moaning and rocking back and forth. I lifted my
robe and straddled his head. With just my calf muscles I began to flex,
tightening my grip on his head. He began slapping my calves although he had
little strength left in his arms.

I grabbed him by his sweater and belt and carried him into the weight room. I
laid him on one of the flat benches and stood at his head looking down at him.
'What's the matter tough guy, did Genie beat you up?' I asked. All he could do
was moan. It really was quite disgusting. I was getting tired of hearing him
cry.

I moved forward and sat on his face. The quiet was wonderful. I untied the
robe and tossed it on the dumbbell rack. Putting my arms behind my head, I
swayed from side to side riding his face, grinding my clit into his mouth. I
was mesmerized by my reflection in the mirror. I pumped my arms and swelled my
chest. My nipples and the aereola's surrounding them were rock hard. I began
to pinch them and roll them in my finger tips. Soon I climaxed with a gush.

It took me a minute, but I had forgotten about the man beneath me. I stood and
his face was bathed with my juices. He wasn't moving and he was mercifully
quiet. It appeared his jaw was now dislocated. 'Did I do that while I was
climaxing?' I thought, 'that's amazing.'

'Well, Jack', I said allowed, 'you didn't put up much of a fight. What am I
going to do with you now?' It was then that I caught sight of Diego at the
doorway to the weight room. He had on jeans but no shirt. I motioned for him
to come into the room. He entered slowly, not knowing what to make of the man
lying on the bench.

'#Qu' ha ocurrido, se#orita? Est# muerto, #no?' Diego asked. Not knowing quite
what he said, I had to figure it was something about the dead man. 'Yes,
Diego, he's dead', I said, 'he was robbing the house and he came at me with a
knife.' '#Nife?' he asked. 'Yes, a knife, it's in Alicia's office,' I said.

'Maybe we should call the police,' I said, 'I did kill him in self defense.'
'Polic#a, por favor, no polic#a, se#orita,' Diego said. Perhaps he was right.
I think he was more concerned with the INS, but no matter, things could get
weird if the police were called in.

I thought about it for a minute, and then said, 'Go get your shoes on and a
shovel. We'll bury him behind the garage,' I told him. To Diego's credit, he
turned and ran from the room. He never even question what I asked of him. I
put my robe back on and went to my room to get dressed. Once dressed, I went
back to the weight room and picked up Jack. I threw him over my shoulder and
headed for the garage.

When I got to the garage, Diego was waiting for me. We went behind the garage
and I dropped the body on the ground. Diego looked at me, '#Aqu#?' 'Sure,' I
said, 'this is fine.' Diego set to work digging. Meanwhile I went through his
pockets. I found car keys, wallet, a disposable lighter, a lip balm and a half
roll of breath mints. If nothing else, Jack was into keeping his breath fresh.
I opened the wallet and found a driver's license. He lived local. There were
no pictures of wife, kids, dog, whatever, fortunately. I don't know how I
would felt seeing those things. There was $53 dollars in the wallet, a couple
of membership cards for stores, a gas charge card and a Visa card.

I gave the money to Diego, the rest of the stuff I put back in the wallet till
I could dispose of it. 'Dispose of it', I thought to myself. I motioned for
Diego to stop digging. I made a sign with my hands like I was driving a car.
He nodded. I took the car keys and walked to the road. It may have taken 10
minutes to locate his vehicle, a well used pick up.

The engine caught on the first try and I drove to the house and the garage
beyond. This was the first time I had really been behind the wheel of a car.
Diego and I put Jack in the bed of the truck and covered him with a blanket
that was behind the seat. Then we drove off. As I was getting close to the
main highway, I asked Diego, 'Where?' He pointed left.

I turned, perhaps a little too wide as Diego looked over at me. I looked back
and smiled. A half mile up, we came to a dirt road and again turned left.
Within minutes, the road dropped away sharply. Diego motioned for me to stop
and I knew why. This would be perfect.

We got out and I put Jack behind the wheel of the truck, buckling him in. I
ripped off a length of the blanket that had been covering the body. I jammed
the wick into the gas tank filler spout and lit the blanket. Diego released
the brake and I pushed the truck. It built up speed and within fifty feet,
rolled off the road and down an embankment.

What followed was an eerie silence followed by an explosion and a fire ball
that probably could have been seen from the main highway. Diego looked at me
and I motioned that we should go back the way we had come.

We were nearly to the cutoff for our house when a fire truck and sheriff's car
sped by us in the direction we had just come. Hopefully there wouldn't be much
left to bring any suspicion on Diego or me.

Once home, Diego went off to bed. I showered again and fell asleep as soon as
my head hit the pillow.

The next day dawned bright and clear. Diego made a fantastic breakfast. At
mid-morning, Alicia came home. 'Welcome back,' I said as she walked into the
great room. I was sitting there glancing through a magazine. Diego was on the
floor in front of the TV watching an educational channel that had language
lessons on it. Alicia was about to say something when she caught sight of
Diego.

'I was about to say,' Alicia said, 'that it's good to be home. Who's this,
Genie?' 'This is Diego,' I said, 'our gardener and cook.' Alicia looked at me
strangely. 'He's the son of our gardener,' Alicia said, 'I recognize him now.
He's grown since I saw him last.' 'I'm sure he has,' I said, 'right now he's
living in our garage.' This took her by surprise. 'What?' Alicia asked. 'I
said he's living in our garage,' I said, 'He saw me sunbathing and asked to
stay and clean, cook and do whatever we wanted. He loves my muscles.'

'Oh, I'm sure he does, Geni,' Alicia said, 'I know his father, Miguel, a good
man, but I don't know about housing his son.' 'Let's just give it a try for a
while, besides, I have something to tell you about last night,' I told her.
From the look in her eye, I could tell she thought it involved Diego and I so
I thought I'd play along for a minute.

'Last night, Diego and I did something that you're not going to want to know
about,' I said, 'something that you wouldn't approve of.' Alicia's eyes got
wide, 'Tell me, did he take advantage of you?' she asked. I laughed, causing
Diego to turn momentarily. 'No, don't be silly, I can handle Diego', I said,
'I can handle anyone. We had a burglar!'

'Oh, my God, what did he take? Were you at home,' Alicia asked, 'did he hurt
you, tell me what happened.' So I told her. All of it. She sat midway through
my recount of last night with her mouth open. When I finished, she looked at
me for the longest time, then glanced over at Diego.

'Well,' Alicia said, 'since you killed a man and then you and Diego disposed
of the body, I suppose we should keep this between the three of us. I'm going
to go lay in the sun. I need to relax.' 'I'll join you, Aunt Alicia,' I said,
'Diego can make us some lunch in a while.'

We got undressed and lay in the warm sun. The events of last night seemed a
distant past. Alicia and I dozed till Diego came through the french doors.

To be continued ...