Worship Me Part 5
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 10

Months had passed since I had started at Sheila's Gym. My life had fallen into
a familiar and comfortable routine. Monday through Friday I worked and worked
out at the gym. I now stood a bit over six-foot tall and that alone would
warrant a lot of attention, but weighing in at 200 pounds of muscle, that made
heads turn, especially if I dressed to attract such attention (which I loved
to do). Weekends were spent at the beach if it was sunny, shopping for clothes
if it wasn't or doing housework.

One evening during my workout, Sheila mentoring me, I asked, 'Will I ever
realize 'my full potential' as you said, Sheila?" She looked at me
thoughtfully and replied, "You are almost there, Jane, almost there." "Sheila,
if I may ask, how old are you," I said. She chuckled and responded, "How old
do you think I am?" "Forty-three or forty-four," I answered quickly. "Good,
Jane, but you're not even close," she said, "I'm seventy-six years old." "No,
you're not," I said, "You're kidding me!" "It's true and you'll live a long
time too, Jane," she said, "its' part of the transformation, it slows your
metabolism. I'm sure you've noticed your body and mind going through many
changes. You must accept them and use your new skills." "Are there many like
me," I asked, "or like us?" I added. "No, not many, but some," she said,
"perhaps your paths will cross; perhaps you'll have the opportunity to find a
'diamond in the rough' like I found you and tutor them. Now I must go. Enjoy
yourself, hone your powers and do well. Don will lock up after you." She left
through the locker room. I thought she must have some place to be. I still had
questions for her.

Don came from the locker room with a towel, and as had become his custom,
handed it to me. I wiped the sweat from my body and handed it back. This time
he held it to his nose and breathed deeply. 'How odd,' I thought, but said,
"Tell me, Don, I've never seen another sole in this gym for all the time I've
been here. Have I been lucky or am I the only member?" Looking over his
shoulder, then back at me, he said, "You've always been the only member,
mistress," and he turned and left. "But ... ahh," I said as he disappeared
from view.

'I'll have to ask Sheila about that tomorrow,' I thought. I walked out the
front door, pulling it shut behind me. Walking home, I still couldn't believe
Sheila was seventy-six, she didn't look a day over forty-four and with those
muscles, who would guess, but she had no need to lie to me.

The next day was like the preceding days; clear and bright. I dressed in a
micro-mini with a satin blouse of aquamarine. I wore my black 4-inch stilettos
that I knew enhanced my calf muscles. I walked the short distance to work,
passing my gym, but not really paying much attention.

I entered the building and the security guard, Howard, greeted me with a
smile. Howard was an older gentleman with a fringe of gray hair. "Good
morning, Jane," he said. "Good morning, Howard, how are you?" I asked. "Fine,"
he said, "now that you've brightened my day." "How sweet, thank you, Howard,"
I said, and went to the elevator bank.

It was still early, so there were only four of us waiting for an elevator, two
men, another woman and myself. No one from my firm and no one I knew. The car
arrived and we stepped in, punching in the floors we wanted on the keyboard. I
stepped to one of the corners of the car and noticed one of the men steal a
glance in my direction, then another.

'Look at me again,' I thought, and he did, but this time he didn't look away.
I held his gaze. 'You desire me, don't you,' I thought and he moved his head
slightly. The other man and woman in the car seemed not to notice.

'Go to your floor and in the restroom, masturbate while you think of me,' I
thought, 'do you understand,' and again he shook his head. I broke the gaze as
we stopped at his floor. He quickly got off without as much as a gaze back.

When the car had stopped, the woman turned sideways to allow the man to pass.
Now she looked at me and I held her gaze. 'What do you desire?' I thought, and
got the clear image of the man standing slightly in front of her. 'Take him,'
I thought, 'he's yours.' And without hesitation, the woman stripped the jacket
from the man's shoulders and kissed him.

The car stopped on my floor and I stepped off, the couple still locked in each
other's arms, kissing passionately.

'That was interesting,' I thought as I entered my office. I also had a mental
image of the first man in elevator masturbating to my image in the men's room
several floors below. 'Wow', I thought, 'what a gift, if you could call it
that.'

I completed my research and writing assignment. I emailed it to the copy room
and a cc to Emily to let her know that I was done and ahead of schedule. This
afforded her some time to look over what I had written. I signed her email,
'Mistress Jane.'

Chapter 11

A short time after sending the email to Emily, she came into my office. She
shut the door behind her. The odd thing was that she was wearing her
sunglasses. She took them off and it was obvious even though she had tried to
cover up the bruising with foundation that she had a black eye.

As soon as I saw the eye she began to cry. "Who did this," I demanded. "A man
I met at a club. Jane, I should have known better than to pick up a stranger
in a club, but he looked nice," Emily said. "Well, I hope you're not going to
see him again," I said. "Oh, Jane," she said followed by more crying, "that's
just it, he's coming by tonight. What shall I do?" "What time is he coming," I
asked. "He said he'd be there at 8:00, and then we're to go to dinner," Emily
said. "I'll be by at 7:00," I told her, "I'll deal with this."

At 7:00 I pulled up in front of Emily's condo. I wrapped on the door and she
let me in. Emily was wearing a tiger print silk blouse and leather pants; I
could tell she was not wearing a bra beneath the blouse. She looked 'hot', and
in sharp contrast to me. I had on a pair of black short shorts and a black
halter top along with my stilettos.

"When this creep gets here, show him in. I'm going to be in the kitchen. Be
sure to lock the door behind him when he comes in," I said. "I don't know,
Jane, this guy likes to play rough," she said, gently touching her bruised eye
with the tip of her index finger. "He doesn't intimidate me, Emily, I'll take
care of him," I said.

Shortly before 8:00, the doorbell rang. "Show time," I said as I took my place
in the kitchen. I could hear Emily open the door and say hi to the man. I gave
them a couple of minutes then stepped into the dining room.

"Ah, Emily, who's this," the man asked as he saw me. He was nicely dressed
with sport jacket and tie. He was our age and perhaps 5'-10" in height.
"Andrew, this is Jane, Jane, this is Andrew," Emily said. "Hi," he said, "glad
to meet you," he said holding out his hand like I was going to shake it. I
swatted the hand away and stopped in front of him.

"What the hell," he said, "who do you think you are, bitch?" "I'll tell you
who I am, bitch," I said back to him pointing my finger at him, "I'm the woman
who's going to teach you some manners; I'm the woman", now I was poking his
chest with my finger, "who's going to teach you a valuable lesson in respect,
because if you don't learn the lesson, I'm going to have to really hurt you."

"I'm out of here. I don't have to listen to this bullshit," he said and tried
to step around me. I grabbed the knot of his tie and lifted him off the
ground. "You're not going anywhere until I say you are, bitch." Now I knew he
was scared. I could see it in his eyes and I could smell it on him like cheap
cologne.

I slapped him on the cheek, first one side then backhand on the other. "Do you
like that, bitch?" I asked, "Do you like being bitch slapped?" "Jane, I think
he's learned his lesson," Emily said. I turned to her, "I'll say when he's
learned his lesson," I told her. And I slapped him once or twice more.

Andrew was choking, but it was so much fun to watch him squirm that I didn't
realize that Emily was tugging on my arm. "Jane, please let him go," she said
and I followed her gaze to the man's pants. He had wet himself. A dark stain
had spread across the front of his trousers.

"You're disgusting," I said and tossed him aside like he was a rag doll. "Get
up and get out of here," I told him, "you call yourself a man, you're a
pussy." Cautiously he got to his feet and scurried to the front door. He
unlocked it and bolted outside.

I turned my attention back to Emily. "And have you learned your lesson my
pet," I asked running my fingers through her hair. "Yes, mistress, I won't
pick up strange men in clubs anymore," and gave me a Girl Scout salute. I
laughed, "OK, my job here is done, I'll see you at work tomorrow," and turned
to go. "Please, mistress, don't go; not just yet," she said.

"Alright, I'll stay, but just for a little while," I said. As it turned out, I
spent the night. Emily and I made love twice and we laughed at Andrew's
expense for having peed his pants.

Lying in bed, Emily ran a hand over my six-pack stomach, lightly touching my
clit. "I'm glad you came to work for me," she said, "I never would have gotten
in touch with you had it not been for an email I got from someone named
Sheila." I sat up immediately. "Sheila," I said, "you got an email from
Sheila?" "Why, yes, I thought you knew, it was an odd email," Emily said, "I
don't think I saved it, but all it said was that, 'Jane needs you and you need
Jane, you two will make a good team', and that's all it said, that and it gave
me your number of course."

I was dumbfounded. 'How did Sheila even know Emily, I'll have to ask Sheila
tomorrow' I thought, 'there are just a few things that don't add up.'

Chapter 12

I left Emily's condo early, before she had gotten up. I needed to get home to
shower, change and go to work. I drove quickly, parking in my assigned spot.
My apartment seemed so small compared to Emily's condo, but at least it was a
place of my own.

I was ready for work and walked the short distance. On the way, I passed the
gym and was totally surprised to see the door locked and paper across the
windows. A 'For Lease' sign was prominently displayed in one of the windows.
'No, this can't be,' I thought, 'what happened to Sheila's Gym?'

I continued on to work. At the elevators this morning, the man that I willed
to masturbate was again waiting. When the car came and we entered, he punched
six and me eight. I said to him, "Worship me in your mind this morning and
think of me as you pleasure yourself." He turned and looked at me, and said,
"thank you mistress, I will."

We arrived at six and the man left, heading for the restroom no doubt to take
care of his erection. Up on eight, I entered my office and booted up the
computer.

I searched for Sheila's Gym and found absolutely no hits to my inquiry. Next I
searched the yellow and white pages on-line; nothing. I even tried 'Sheila's
Gym Australia' and came up empty. This was a real mystery.

Tonight I'd write down the realtor company that was leasing the building and
see if Sheila had left a forwarding address. I still wondered how they could
have left so fast, but Don had mentioned that I was the only client. Again,
that seemed odd, not just odd, but impossible. I had been going there for six
or seven months now.

My computer beeped indicating an email. I clicked on the envelope icon and
read;

'I know you have many questions, but your path is clear and you're an apt
pupil. You will find your way. My time there was no longer needed. Remember
your calling.

All the best, Sheila'

I hit the 'reply' button and typed; 'Yes, many questions, please call me,' and
gave my office as well as cell numbers and hit the 'send' button.

'Now this was totally bizarre', I thought.

Seconds later, I got a reply; 'Unknown address, unable to access, message not
delivered.'

I sat there staring at the monitor.