Worship Me Part 4
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 7

That Monday at work, Emily did make a reservation to get her bikini wax, I was
happy that we were heading into the summer months as it lifted my spirits and
also pleased at the progress I was making in my daily workouts.

The only 'downside' to working out, was that I outgrew my clothes. The blouse
I had put on this morning now seemed tight across my shoulders and even my
shoes felt confining. I kicked them off as I sat at my desk. 'That feels
better,' I thought as I wiggled my toes.

Jackie, a tall African-American secretary came in to drop off some papers. She
sat them in my in-basket which I'm notorious for overlooking. The stack of
papers slid from the in-basket on to the floor. Jackie stooped to retrieve the
papers and I got up to help.

Jackie was crouched down and I knelt on the floor retrieving the papers. "I
really need to go through these," I said, "I'm bad about letting so much stack
up." "It was my fault," Jackie said, "I should have been more careful."

She stood up, arranging the papers, then getting to my feet, I handed her the
stack I had accumulated. That's when I noticed that we were now eye to eye.
Jackie looked up from the desk and then she noticed it too. "Jane," she said,
and looked down and saw that I was barefoot, "are you getting taller? I
thought you were wearing heels, but you're barefoot. What's going on?"

"It must just be a growth spurt or something, Jackie," I said, "I've been
exercising and taking vitamins and trying to eat healthy." She stepped back
and looked at me again from head to toe. "Well you do look 'bigger' and I mean
that in a good way," Jackie said, "but you've gotten taller? I've never heard
of that." "I'll have to do a little research, but that's all it can be," I
said. "Well, you better stop growin' sister," Jackie said, "because if you
don't you'll have to join a women's basketball team or something," and she
laughed as she left.

I spent the next several hours going through my in-basket stuff then turned to
do a little research on the internet about growth spurts and human growth
patterns. What I found was interesting. I learned that women could continue
growing into their late teens, but I was in my mid-twenties. Could I be an
exception to the rule? I found that some drugs stimulated human growth pattern
and these were often administered to infants that showed signs of
underdevelopment.

By the time I had finished my research it was time to leave. Today had
literally flown by. Besides Jackie, I hadn't had anyone stop by the office,
had one phone call and had skipped lunch. I realized that I wasn't even hungry
but had a desire to get to my workout.

I tried slipping my shoes on, but they were just too tight. Carrying them in
my book bag, I left the office and headed home, eager to change and get to the
gym.

Once there, I was greeted by Sheila, "Hi Jane, how are you doing, you look
great," she said. "Hi, Sheila, I am great," I said, "I mean, I feel great, but
I do have a question for you." "Oh," she said, "is it about you getting
taller?" "Why yes," I said, "how did you know?" "You're an intelligent woman,
Jane," she said, "your growth wouldn't go unnoticed and you certainly would
have questions. I'm not a doctor, but what I can tell you is that your growth
that you're undergoing is natural to support the added muscle mass that your
body is experiencing."

"And how long will this go on?" I asked. "It will continue until your full
potential is realized. You see, women like you and I have a genetic code, a
potential if you will. Reaching that potential takes training, development and
desire. You have to want it and you've told me you do." It took me a few
seconds for what she had just revealed to sink in. Suddenly it felt as if I
were handed a key to a locked door and had the decision to make whether to
unlock it of walk away.

She began to smile, and then I realized why. She knew I had made the decision;
that I had decided to 'unlock that door' and achieve my full potential.
"You're going to be a great 'mistress', a true 'goddess'." Now my mind was
reeling, but Sheila said, "Don't worry about the ramblings of an old woman,
Jane. You'll discover all the answers you seek, but right now it's time for
your workout. Are you ready to be pushed?"

And push me she did. We trained heavy, today doing heavy weight and fewer
reps. I lost track of time and was surprised when I saw that it was nearly
10:00 at night. "You did well, Jane," Sheila said before I left, "Get a good
night's sleep and always remember your calling." She gave me a hug and I left,
jogging home.

I showered and toweled off, and realized once more I hadn't had anything to
eat since breakfast. I wasn't particularly hungry, but I felt I should eat
something. I found an energy bar that Sheila had recommended some time back in
a drawer, so I ate that and a glass of protein drink that I blended up.

It was well past my bedtime, so I padded off to bed. I had tried to put on my
flannel pajamas but like most of my clothes, they no longer fit. If I didn't
reach my, what did Sheila call it, 'full potential' soon, I'd have to go to
work naked. That thought raced through my mind as I drifted to sleep.

Chapter 8

It took me longer than normal to get ready for work as I only found one or two
items to wear that would fit, and could only wear a pair of flip-flops as my
shoes were now too small. I'd have to run out this morning and pick up a few
items. Standing in front of the mirror, I grabbed my eyeliner and was about to
apply the make-up but then realized that it really wasn't necessary. 'Hmm,' I
thought, 'did I forget to remove my make-up last night?' I remembered
showering and that should have washed it away, but still, my eyes looked
great, the green iris' looked even brighter than normal. I fluffed my hair and
headed for the door.

Fortunately I ran into no one I knew as I waited for the elevator and got off
on my floor. Jackie came in with some call-back slips that had come in as I
was setting my book bag on the credenza behind my desk. "Good morning, Jane,
how are you?" she asked. "Besides not having anything to wear, I'm great," I
said. Jackie laid the call-back slips on my desk, paused and looked me over
from head to toe as she had the other day. "You could use a new outfit or
two," she said, "listen, it may be none of my business, but why don't you let
me pick something up for you. I can put it on the company card and you can
reimburse the firm if you want to keep what I pick out."

"Hmm," I said, "that might not be a bad idea. I was going to dash out later,
but I have some writing to do and a deadline approaching. If it's not too much
trouble, that would be great, thanks." "The only thing I'm not comfortable
with is shoe size, here, try on mine," Jackie said and slipped her pump off
and handed it to me. I tried but said, "Still a bit snug, but close," and
handed the shoe back. "OK," she said, "I'll get a pair for you a size or two
up from mine." "Thanks again, Jackie."

I buried myself in my assignment. I was like a woman possessed. By two o'clock
I had forgotten about lunch and Jackie running an errand for me, but then she
came in with 5 or 6 bags. "Sorry, it took longer than I thought, but I think
you're going to like what I got. Now remember, keep an open mind, consider
this a 'make over', I'll be back," and with that she left.

I felt like a kid at Christmas. There were three pair of shoes, three skirts,
five blouses, six pair of underwear and two bras. 'Wow, underwear and bras,' I
thought, 'she thought of everything.' I closed my door and started trying on
things. All three of the skirts were perfect although a little (well, maybe a
lot) shorter than I normally wore. The blouses were good for now, unless I
grew more, then I'd need more shoulder room and the shoes, well, one of the
pairs weren't my style at all, but the other two, a 3-inch pair of heels and a
pair of 3-inch ankle boots in soft leather fit perfectly.

Wearing the ankle boots, a black suede mini skirt, and an emerald green silk
blouse that, I thought, matched my eyes, I opened my door and walked to
Jackie's desk. As I approached, she got a big smile on her face and said, "Oh,
my, you sure do look good, Jane. You're hot!" "I don't know about hot, but
thank you for getting this, with the exception of one pair of shoes,
everything is great," I said and did a slow pirouette for her.

As I did this, Bob from accounting turned the corner, papers in one hand and a
cup of coffee in the other. He glanced at me, then looked away, then looked
again and ran into a cubicle wall, dropping the papers and his coffee mug.
Fortunately the mug wasn't full, but unfortunately what coffee was in the cup
landed on his paperwork.

I turned back to look at Jackie and she said, "Bob damn near got a whiplash
looking at you, girl," and began to laugh. Bob, hearing the laughter, turned
red. I smiled at him as he gathered his papers and picked up his coffee mug
and hurried off.

"Well," I said, "I guess this outfit is a 'keeper'. I can't wait to see what
the others will do to poor Bob." "Bob may just have a heart attack, Jane, you
better take it easy on him," Jackie said and laughed again.

Chapter 9

Before going back to my office, I stopped in the restroom. I was admiring
myself in the mirror when Emily came out of one of the stalls. "OMG!" she
said, "Look at you, you look great." "Thanks," I said, "trying a new image."
"It's working, Jane, I love the blouse and the suede skirt," she said and put
her hand on my chest just above my left breast. I looked her in the eyes and
new she wanted to go down on me, and said, "Emily, why don't you come to my
office, someone may walk in here." "OK, Jane," she said.

"Now, Emily, what did you want to do?" I asked. I knew the answer to the
question, perhaps even before she did, but wanted to see how this played out.
She came to me and standing on her toes, kissed me on the lips. I reached out
with my left hand and closed my office door. No sense in advertising that the
boss and I were screwing each other, or soon would be.

Emily ran a hand over my butt and one on the back of my head. She was eager to
say the least. I placed a hand on her breast and could feel her heart
pounding. She opened her mouth slightly and I darted my tongue in her mouth.
With my free hand I ran it along her back, and down to her butt.

I broke the embrace and leaned against the front edge of my desk, feet
slightly apart. Wordlessly she knelt before me and raised my skirt. As she
kissed my clit and flicked it with her tongue, a voice in my head cried,
"Worship me!'

Emily's hands played over my thighs as her mouth worked on my clit. I closed
my eyes and through my head back lost in the moment. The feeling was pure
ecstasy. My cum filled her mouth and she drank thirstily. I was drained.

Emily stood and gave me a parting kiss. I tasted a bit of my cum on her lips.
She left and I pulled my skirt down and smoothed it over my thighs. That was
wonderful.

Returning to my desk, I noticed I had just received an email from Emily. It
merely said, 'Thank you, mistress.' I smiled, but didn't reply.

On my way out of the office that evening, I had a renewed bounce in my step. I
was carrying the bags that Jackie had picked up for me. At one point I
inadvertently dropped one before leaving the lobby and a good looking older
gentleman stooped to retrieve it. "Thank you, sir," I told him and he said,
"It was my pleasure, mistress," and headed for the bank of elevators.

'How odd,' I thought, 'that he would refer to me as 'mistress' just as Emily
had.'

True to my routine, I put my items away, changed and headed for the gym. As
usual, I had the place to myself, with the exception of Don who was behind the
counter. "Good evening, Don," I said. "Good evening, Jane, did you have a nice
day," he inquired. "I had a fantastic day, Don," I said, "thank you for
asking."

I spent three-hours stretching, bending, working on the various machines, but
primarily pumping iron. At the end of the evening, I was bathed in sweat. Don
appeared as I was preparing to leave with a towel. "I thought you might want
to towel off before your walk home," he said. "Thanks, Don," I said as I wiped
the perspiration from my face, arms and legs. "Where shall I put this," I
said, indicating the towel. "Oh, I'll take it, Jane," he said, and I handed
the towel back to him. I almost thought he was going to hold it to his face,
but he didn't.

On my short walk home I thought, 'Life was certainly opening up for me, but I
knew I much to learn.'