Worship Me Part 3 By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Chapter 6 I removed my clothes and once again turned one way then the other, watching my reflection in the dressing room mirror. Emily stood watching me as well, and then asked, "When did you do that, Jane?" At first, I had no idea what she was talking about, but I followed her stare in the mirror and she was looking at my cleanly waxed pussy. I brushed it lightly with my fingertips and said, "I've been clean now for about 3-weeks, do you like it," I asked. "Like it, like it," she asked, "what's for me to like, it's your body, Jane." "Yes, it is," I replied, "and I like what it's becoming." Emily only stood and watched. I tried on several suits and asked Emily, "What do you think?" "I think they all looked fantastic, especially the leopard print," she said. "I agree with you," I said, "why don't you pick out a suit, it's on me." "Oh, Jane, that's so sweet, but I couldn't," Emily said. "Sure you could," I said, "call it a thank you for going shopping with me today; besides, I want us to look our best when we go to the beach this year." "If I go to the beach with you, do you promise to keep me safe from all the boys there," Emily teased and squeezed my bicep. I flexed my bicep and a nice mound appeared. "Of course," I said, "I won't let anyone mess with Emily," and I laughed. Emily was still looking at my arm and said, "Damn, girl, you do have a pair of guns on you," and this time, she ran her fingertips over my muscle. I got dressed and Emily picked out a bathing suit. As she was trying it on I noticed that Sheila had been right, a bikini looked better when the woman wearing it was clean shaven. "Emily, you might want to consider getting a wax," I suggested, "just so nothing shows, if you know what I mean." She stood there studying herself then said, "You're probably right, I'll make an appointment first thing Monday morning, thanks." We walked to the parking structure, coming to Emily's BMW first. "Thanks for coming with me, Emily," I said, "I really appreciate it, we'll have to do this again." "I had a good time too," she said, "and by the way, if I haven't already mentioned it, you look great." "Thanks," I said and gave her a kiss on the lips. We parted, and Emily looked at me then kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue into my mouth. "I'll see you at work Monday," I said, and walked in the direction of my car. I glanced back at Emily who was still standing by her car, watching me as I walked off. Feeling a bit awkward, I waved and she returned the wave. I drove home and put my purchases away. I changed into my workout clothes and headed for the gym. Sheila wasn't there, but Don was. "Hi, Don, how's it going, I haven't seen you in a while," I said. "Hi, Jane, everything is fine. Sheila has been logging a lot of hours here so there's no need for two of us. It's good to see you again though," he said. I began with my customary warm up exercises, and then moved on to working arms and abdominals. Two hours passed and I was about finished when Sheila showed up. "Hi, Jane, good to see you, just give me a minute with Don, will you," she said. "Sure, no problem," I replied. Sheila went to the back room and a minute later I heard Sheila, her voice raised. "Look, when I tell you to do something I expect it done," Sheila said, "do you understand, wimp?" "Yes, mistress," Don said softly, but I could make it out. "And don't ever pull again what you did the other day," she said, "Do you understand, bitch". Again, Don said, "Yes, mistress." Then there was quiet. I did an extra set of dumbbell curls as I waited for Sheila or Don to reappear. Shortly, Sheila came back, she was wearing a pair of Spandex bike shorts and a T-shirt tied just below her ample breasts. "Now, what brings you in on a Saturday?" Sheila asked. "Just trying to take care of a couple of areas of concern," I said. "Well, I admire your dedication," she said. Sheila approached the dumbbell rack and lifting a pair of 80-pound dumbbells proceeded to do a clean set of curls, 12 reps in all. I stood transfixed watching this Amazon. She replaced the weights on the rack and turned to me, "that's just a warm-up; you'll be doing that one day, maybe sooner than you think." "I don't know, Sheila," I said, "that's a lot of weight, how long did it take you to work your way up to that weight?" "Awhile," she said, "I've been at this a long time." She now picked the 90-pound weights off the rack and proceeded to do 12 hammer curls. Her biceps bulged. She turned first to her left, then to her right, as she flexed her biceps. "Jane would you like to see something?" she asked. "Sure, Sheila, what" I asked. Don appeared as if summoned and Sheila, tucking two fingers into the waistband of her Spandex shorts, slid them down her hips and over her thighs. She stepped out of them. Don gathered them from the floor and disappeared as quickly as he had materialized. I didn't want to stare at her pubic area, but I couldn't help notice that her clit was about two-inches in length. "Watch," she told me as she began flexing and hitting various poses, her T-shirt appearing to shrink on her frame. Then it dawned on me, the T-shirt wasn't shrinking at all, Sheila was growing. As her muscles grew, the T-shirt was shredded. Again, Don came and collected the T-shirt turned rag. Sheila, now naked, looked down at me and held me with her gorgeous green eyes. As a moth is drawn to a light, I came forward and suckled her breast, first one, and then the other. She placed a hand gently on each of my shoulders and pushed down. I sank to my knees in front of her and placed my hands on either side of her massive thighs. Instinctively I extended my tongue and flicked her clit. "Ahh," Sheila said quietly, and closed her eyes. I continued to flick her clit with my tongue, and then took it in my mouth. I began making love to her clit as if it was a penis and indeed, it did seem to be getting an erection. Sheila's animal moan continued and soon, my mouth was filled with her juices. I lapped as fast as I could and took as much as possible, but some fell to the floor. Her nectar tasted sweet. She put a finger under my chin and raised me up. "Thank you, my pet," she said once I was standing, "You made an old woman feel young again." Again, I had that dream like state. 'Old woman', I thought, how old could she be? I thought she was perhaps in her mid-thirties. Before I could ask her age, she turned and walked to the locker room. I was left standing there. I shook my head. Had all that happened, it must have, there was a wet spot on the floor from her cum that I couldn't take in. The whole scenario seemed so unreal. I walked home, showered and sat down to watch the news. That's the last I remember until I awoke on the couch Sunday morning at eight o'clock to the sound of the phone ringing. I padded over to pick it up from the charging unit, pressed the button and said, "Hello." It was Emily, sounding way too perky for 8:00AM. She had called to invite me to the beach. Glancing outside, it appeared like it would be a great day. "Sure" I said, "how soon will you be here," I asked. She said she'd be here in a half hour, which was perfect. I went to the bathroom, ran water and splashed my face, then went into the bedroom and selected a bathing suit. I chose the leopard print thong. The material was a faux fur or velour type. I put on a beach cover up, grabbed sunglasses, towel, back rest, book and suntan lotion and no sooner had I filled a small ice chest than Emily rang my bell. I loaded everything into her BMW and we drove to Laguna. Laguna Beach is a picturesque town set in a cove, with blue/green water and quaint shops. It is best known as an artist colony. We got lucky and found a parking spot a short distance from the sand and walked with our arms full to a spot Emily selected. The beach was still sparsely populated at this hour, but it would fill up fast. Emily took off her cover up and was wearing an emerald green thong, the top barely covering her ample breasts. We applied our sunscreen and then settled into our backrests to watch the other beach goers, the sailboats and the sea gulls swoop-in in search of food. At lunch I went to the snack bar. Walking back to the towels, it was obvious Emily had caught the eye of an unwanted beach bum. As I approached, I could see that he was sitting on my towel, trying to chat Emily up. I could read the look on her face; it said 'help me'. "Excuse me," I said, to the man, "could you move". He took his time standing up, but didn't move from the towel. He continued to talk to Emily, going on about being a regular here in Laguna. "Excuse me," I said, once more, "you're still standing on my towel, please move." I had raised my voice and others were now taking notice. He looked at me with disgust. "You're a rude bitch, aren't you," he asked. "I've asked you politely to leave twice now. I'm not asking again", and with that I reached down and pulled on my towel. Losing his balance he nearly fell but caught himself before landing in the sand. Coming to his full height, which I guess was six foot or so, he charged at me with his chest puffed out. I turned to walk away, figuring that was the best way to defuse this situation, but his pride was greater than his common sense for he grabbed my arm to spin me around. As he did, I noticed several other sun worshipers were getting to their feet to come to my aid. Now facing him once more, his hand still clutching my forearm, I balled up my fist and hit him in the stomach. He doubled over instantly, gasping for breath. A round of applause from the sun worshipers seemed to deflate the man's ego. He slunk away with not so much as a look back. I spread my towel once more and sat with my lunch. "I told you I'd protect you from the bad boys at the beach, didn't I," I told Emily. "Yes you did, and you lived up to your word, thank you," she said, "And just to let you know, you throw a pretty mean punch there." I smiled. 'That felt good,' I thought. We spent the balance of the day in relative peace. The breeze came up about 3:00 so we packed up everything and walked back to Emily's car. "I feel gritty," I said, "yanking that towel out from under 'Mr. Personality' stirred up the sand." "Yea, I have sand in my clit and it's starting to irritate me," Emily said. "Why don't you just come up and shower off before heading home. You'll be more comfortable," I said. "Thanks," Emily said, "I'm going to take you up on that," and she shifted in her seat to get a bit more comfortable. I dropped my beach gear by the front door, and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and let the water run. "Get out of that bathing suit and I'll rinse it out while you're in the shower." Emily untied her top, then stepped out of the bottom and handed them to me. She stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. I took her suit and stripped off mine and rinsed them in the kitchen sink. Glancing down I could see my tan line from my suit. Amazing what just an hour or two in the sun would do. I padded back to the bathroom to hang the two suits on the shower rod. Emily was just emerging from the shower. "My turn," I said, and stepped into the tub. The hot water felt great. When I got out and toweled off, I told Emily who was blow drying her hair, "I'll put some lotion on your back if you like." 'You bet, and I'll put some on yours," she said. It was now nearly 5:00 and I was getting hungry. "How about throwing some dinner together," I said, "and we'll reminisce about the good old college days." Emily smiled, "that sounds fine, do you want me to order a pizza? It will be my treat." "Sure," I said, "I'll just make a salad." I gave Emily a terrycloth bathrobe to wear and I had on a silk kimono. We had pizza and salad. We split a bottle of Shiraz that I had and talked about the college days, work, men, women and a host of other topics. Emily was easy to talk with. It was a wonderful day.