Genie Part 13
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


Now I had a driver's license. I would be starting a new high school soon and I
was working with my aunt making a lot of money acting out pervert's fantasies.
My life was good.

While Aunt Alicia, Diego and I had a somewhat unusual household, we fell into
a routine. Diego appeared in some of the acts that we performed for our
clientelle, especially our female clientelle. He did most of the housework,
food preparation, clean up as well as gardening.

Alicia tended to her clients, occassionally going out of town for 'special
performances' as she called them. She also managed the household finances and
the day to day running of the house.

I, on the other hand, didn't have much to do and spent the balance of my
summer perfecting my tan and driving skills.

Near the end of summer, I went to school to register for the semester. I
waited in the school office, filling out paperwork, hoping the counselor would
soon get off the phone. Ms Adams popped out of the doorway and said, 'Ms
Brown, come on in.'

Ms Adams was a petite red head. She was trim and probably in her early
thirties. She was dressed conservatively in a black straight line skirt and
green silk blouse that was accentuated by her red hair. 'Now', she said, 'I
see you're new to the area and that you live with your aunt. You will be
entering your junior year, but that's tentative until we receive your records
from your previous school.' 'What do you mean, tentative,' I asked. 'It merely
means that depending upon your grades at your old high school,' she said, 'you
could be moved up or down. That rarely happens though.'

We worked on my class schedule and went over what my goals were and my likes
and dislikes. When it came to physical education, she asked if I was
interested in any sports, 'gymnastics, track, cross country, etc.' she said.
'I like weightlifting,' I said and she glanced up from her desk. 'Well, we
don't have a weightlifting team, but for the first week, since you're
scheduled for PE the last period of the day, why don't you report to the
football coach. He handles the wrestling team also,' she said. 'Hmm', I
thought, 'this might be interesting'.

The next week I started at my new high school. There were a few kids new to
the area but for the most part all of the kids had been together for several
years and knew each others. I was an outsider, but it didn't bother me. When
sixth period came, I reported to the gym and was directed to the boy's coach's
office. Mr. Wilson was a muscular man who I found seated at his desk in a
cramped office that overlooked the boy's locker room. I handed him my
enrollment slip. 'Genie Brown,' he said, 'Ms Adams, your advisor, sent you to
me?' 'Yes, sir,' I said. 'She has on here weightlifting with a question mark,'
Mr. Wilson said, 'what does that mean?' 'She asked what I liked to do,' I
said, 'and I told her I lift weights.' He then looked up at me and said, 'It's
not often we have a girl interested in weights and I don't have a program for
you, but you could give me a hand with the football team if you're up for it.'
'You bet I am,' I said, 'do you have a weight room here?'

He stood up and he was not only muscular but also about 6'-4" and quite
handsome. 'Follow me, Genie,' he said and led me to what barely would pass as
a weight room but more as a store room for all the football gear. 'Here it
is,' he said, 'it's all yours! I'll find a place for the football stuff, but I
want you to take charge of the weight facility, OK?' 'Sure, Mr. Wilson, I'll
get it in shape, but I'm going to need more weights,' I said. 'Fine, fine,
make a list and I'll see what I can do,' he said.

He left and for the next hour I took inventory. When I went back to the
office, he wasn't there, so I left my list on his desk. As I turned to leave
there were several boys in the locker room. Two were naked and one only had
his pants on. All three were well built.

I found myself rooted in place and soon one of the naked boys noticed me
staring. He told his buddy's and then flexed his bicep for me. All three were
now looking at me through the glass.

Mr. Wilson walked in and saw what I was looking at and the boys returning my
stare. They quickly returned to getting dressed. 'Genie, what are you doing?'
he asked. 'I just dropped off the list of equipment we need for the weight
room,' I said, 'then I noticed those boys.' 'Those are three of the football
team,' he said, 'I hope their behavior didn't shock you.' 'No, not at all,' I
said. 'Good, because you'll see them in the weight room,' Mr. Wilson said,
'why don't you call it a day, I'll look over your list and see what we can do.
See you tomorrow.' 'Good night, Mr. Wilson,' I said and left.

That night I had a "performance" by the special request of one of Alicia's
female customer's. It required Diego to join me. Both Diego and I knew how the
act would end; he would tongue me to climax and I would come with an orgasm,
drenching his face.

As the camera rolled I said, 'Get on your knees, slave.' Diego, who was
wearing a black thong, complied. I had on a black satin thong and a black
satin choker around my neck. I also had on a pair of 4-inch knee high
stilletto boots. 'Lick my boots, bitch,' I said, 'clean the dog shit off
them.' There really wasn't dog shit on my boots, but Diego said, 'yes,
mistress.' Diego liked this roll playing, but I think he just liked worshiping
my muscles and I was happy to have him do it. His English had improved over
the weeks dramatically.

'Stand up, slave,' I said. Diego stood. He was a half foot shorter than me,
maybe more with the stilletto's on. I handcuffed his hands in front of him.
This wasn't in the script. 'Grab your cock, you worthless piece of shit,' I
said, 'I want you to stroke yourself, but don't come until I tell you to.' He
did as told and I'm sure Alicia had zoomed in on his 9-inch shaft. 'Now kneel
before your goddess,' I commanded. Again, he knelt. 'Pleasure me, slave, but
if you come I'll beat your ass,' I warned. He continued to stroke himself
while he used his teeth to remove my thong and then tongued my clit. His
tongue darted in and out of my vagina. I was nearing orgasm and I told Diego,
'You may come, bitch,' and then I came with a rush soaking his face and the
ground where he knelt. At the moment of my orgasm I let out a deep animal
growl.

'Clean my cunt, bitch!' I growled. To which he set his tongue. 'Now the
boots!' I commanded, and he licked my boots clean. I reached down and holding
him by the rib cage, lifted him off the ground. I could see Alicia move the
camera up following Diego, not know quite where I was going with this. Neither
did Diego.

I held him high so that his penis was now at my face level and I took him in
my mouth. His semi-flacid cock instantly sprang to life. Within minutes he
came and I held his cum in my mouth. I lowered him and embraced him, putting
my lips to his and letting his fluid drain to his mouth. 'Swallow that,
slave,' I said. He did, then as if on cue, both Diego and I turned to the
camera and smiled. I waved, and Alicia gave me an 'all clear' sign indicating
we were off the air.

'That was fantastic,' Alicia gushed, 'simply fantactic, both of you.' 'I
thought so too,' I said, 'Diego, thank you for following my lead.' 'Thank you,
Mistress Alicia,' Diego said, 'And thank you Mistress Genie, you know I love
working with you.' 'We make a good team,' I said, 'all of us.'

That night in the shower, my thoughts turning to my performance with Diego,
the naked football players and the thought of having sex with Mr. Wilson, I
masturbated.

To be continued ...