Worship Me Part 6
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 13

That night on the way home I jotted down the name and phone number of the
realtor handling the property where Sheila's Gym use to be. It was late and I
would give them a call tomorrow. I dropped my book bag by the door, put my
keys on the hall table and kicked off my shoes.

Not having my gym to go to, I now had my evening free. I went to the kitchen
and shook a vitamin tablet from the bottle I kept in the cupboard. Next, I
took the bottle I had gotten from Sheila with the supplements and shook out a
tablet. I only had 6 left. I poured some juice and washed the pills down.

I headed for the bedroom and undressed, hanging up my clothes. I shampooed and
showered, then standing at the sink, brushed and flossed. Good hygiene was
important. As I was standing there, I stuck my tongue out and it seemed longer
than I had remembered it, 'but who knows how long their tongue is anyway,' I
thought.

Back in the living room, I tuned to the local news station. It was the same
old newscast; shootings, robberies, rapes, stabbings, blah-blah-blah. I was
tired of all the violence. Tired of the acts of violence and tired of hearing
about them. I yawned.

Before turning in I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the closet
door. I had broad shoulders and well defined trapezius muscles, small breasts
but striated chest muscles. I flexed my biceps and watched them jump. My torso
tapered to a narrow waist where my six-pack abs was only marred by my navel.
My muscular thighs were well defined and, glancing down, I saw my muscular
calves. A small patch of white outlined where my bathing suit had covered my
pussy and my nipples, but just barely, the balance had that healthy California
tan. I always enjoyed assessing myself, but I was my worst critic.

I crawled between the sheets and was asleep quickly.

Chapter 14

I called the real estate office handling the gym property. After being
transferred twice, I got through to Frank, the agent handling the site. "Can
you tell me when the previous tenant moved out?" I asked. "Certainly, it was a
little over a year ago," he said. "And what was the nature of the business at
that time," I inquired. "It says here on the listing agreement that it was a
gym," Frank said, "would such a property be of interest to you?" "I would like
to see it," I said. "Sure, whenever is convenient for you," he said. "How
about 5:00 this evening," I asked. "Fine with me," he said, "I'll see you at
5:00."

So, 5:00 found me standing by the front door of the gym. Frank pulled up at
5:08 and took another 3 minutes to get out of the car since he was talking on
his cell phone.

He unlocked the door and I entered the building. I could see it hadn't been
occupied in a long time. A layer of dust lay on the floor. "Well, this is it.
The locker rooms and showers are this way, I believe," he said and headed back
in the direction of the locker rooms. I followed, looking about. I glanced in
the shower areas and the locker rooms, and they were as I had seen them just a
short while ago, albeit dusty.

"So, what do you think, ahh, Jane was it?" he asked. "What I think, Frank is
that you kept me waiting. You were late getting here and kept me waiting on
the sidewalk while you talked on your cell phone," I said, "now you're not
even sure of my name. Well, let me remind you what my name is, Frank, my name
is goddess to you, do you understand, now get down on your knees and worship
me, you worthless piece of shit."

Frank stood there blinking, his mind going a mile a minute. He didn't know
what to do or say first, so I thought I'd help him. "I said, get down on your
knees and lick my cunt!" I said, nearly screaming it. This made him snap out
of his funk and he sunk to his knees.

I unzipped my skirt and let it fall, then stepped over it where I was directly
in front of Frank; or rather I should say my pussy was. "Get to it, bitch," I
said, "I don't have all night." He lapped at my clit and did his best, but,
'he really sucks at this', I thought. "Get up, Frank, you've never gone down
on a woman have you?" I asked. He shook his head. "I didn't think so," I said.

"What do you have between your legs, Frank?" I asked, "Let's see, and drop the
pants." Blinking a couple of times he unbuckled his belt and dropped his
pants. "Now the shorts, Frank," I said. He pulled them down and I was
surprised to see a semi-erect 10-inch penis.

"Well, well, well, what have we here," I said reaching for his member. He
instinctively pulled away and I grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt. I
picked him off the ground as easily as I would lift a doll. With my free hand
I grabbed his cock. "Oh, Frank, you may be bad with your tongue, but what
about your cock, huh; are you any good with this?" I asked. "Yes, I haven't
had complaints," he said.

"Yes, who," I said. "Yes, goddess," he replied quickly. "Good, Frank, well,
come on," I said, gently stroking his cock, "let's get you hard."

I brought him to erection and sat him down so that I could take him into my
vagina. "Ahh, that feels good," I said as I pumped him. "Don't come yet," I
warned him, while I continued to thrust. I was nearing my orgasm and I said,
"OK, Frank, you may come now," and as he did, I climaxed.

"Now listen carefully, Frank, there's one last thing I want you to do, I want
you to clean your cum out of me with that useless tongue of yours, do you
understand?" I said. "Yes, goddess," he said.

Once he was done, I put my skirt back on and was headed for the door. "But
what about the lease," he asked. "I'm not interested right now, Frank, but
thanks for the fuck," I said, and left him there still with his shorts around
his ankles.

'Well, that was fun,' I thought as I walked home. 'Let's see if I have this
straight now,' I thought as I reached home and went in, 'I went to a gym that
hasn't been in existence for well over a year, but I just went last week. It
was owned by Sheila, who I never got a last name from, and with her help I've
transformed myself into a living goddess, who would believe such a story,' I
thought.

Chapter 15

The next day at work, there was a tap on my door. I looked up to see Emily
with a distinguished gentleman behind her. "Jane, I'm sorry to disturb you,
but daddy came by to take me to lunch and I thought you might want to go as
well," Emily said.

"Hi, Jane," Mr. Stevenson said, "it's been a long time since I've seen you."
We had met once or twice while Emily and I were roommates, but it seemed like
both Emily's mom and dad were too busy to visit their daughter in college. Now
her dad was a widower and he still rarely visited his daughter even though she
worked for him.

"I don't know, Emily," I started to say in protest, but Mr. Stevenson
interrupted, "No, Jane, please, join us."

So off we went to lunch at the St. Moritz, a rather upscale restaurant. The
three of us garnered our share of stares as we walked in. Cute Emily, wearing
a summer sun dress, he cleavage on display, Mr. Stevenson, athletic and about
six-foot tall with nice gray hair, and me, 6'-5" and wearing 3-inch heels, a
leather mini-skirt and sleeveless top. I was not dressed for a posh place.

The maitre d' showed us to a table and held out my chair while Mr. Stevenson
held the chair for his daughter. We glanced at the menu and I took note there
were no prices. Our order placed, we made small talk. My salad came as did
Emily's salmon and Mr. Stevenson's New York steak.

"So, Jane, Emily has been pleased with the work you've been doing at the firm.
I must say I've been pleased with what I've been hearing from our clients
concerning your work," Mr. Stevenson said. I thought to myself, 'Well, then
I'm pleased as hell,' but said instead, "Thank you, I'm glad I could make a
contribution." "In fact," he continued, "I'd like to give you a little bonus
to show you our appreciation," and he took a check out of his inside jacket
pocket and handed it to me.

I glanced at it and it was a check for $5,000. "Oh, Mr. Stevenson, I don't
know what to say, thank you very much," I said. "No, thank you, and thanks for
taking care of Emily's would be boyfriend too, I appreciate you looking out
for her," Mr. Stevenson said. 'So, she told him about me tossing that asshole,
Andrew out of her condo, I wonder if she told him that we've slept together
too,' I thought. "It was no problem, sir, I didn't want to see Emily hurt as
I'm sure you don't," I said. "No, you're absolutely right, Jane, and please,
call me John," he said. "OK, John," I said.

We lapsed again into small talk and went back to the office in John's Bentley.

Later in the afternoon, I went in and talked to Emily. "You didn't mention to
your dad about us sleeping together, did you?" I asked. "No, I'm old enough to
do what I want, I only told him about Andrew because he saw my black eye,"
Emily said, "By the way, you really made an impression on daddy." 'Swell,' I
thought, 'I made an impression on the boss' father, owner of the company and
multi-millionaire, if I screw up, I'll be looking for a new job.' "I'm glad he
likes my work," I said, "thank him again for the bonus."

Chapter 16

Several days after my lunch with Emily and her father, Jackie rang me, "Jane,
John is on line two for you," she said. 'John,' I thought, 'John who?' "This
is Jane," I said when I picked up the phone. "Jane, this is John, John
Stevenson, say listen, would you like to come by my place this Saturday.
There's something I'd like to discuss with you," he said. "Ahh, sure," I said,
"I mean of course, John, what time shall I be there?" "Come about 10:00 and
bring your bathing suit, we'll have lunch by the pool and talk," John said. My
mind was going a mile a minute, but I said, "Could you give me the address."
He did and we said our good-byes and hung up.

Saturday came and I dressed with care. I wasn't sure whether there would be a
houseful of people or just John and I or maybe even John, Emily and I. I
hadn't mentioned to her about seeing her father until I found out what this
was all about.

Anyway, I wore a nice one-piece cover up that didn't expose too much. The only
bathing suits I had were thongs, so I selected the most neutral color, green
and wedge sandals that accentuated the calves.

I drove to his house and was blown away as I drove around a fountain on a
curving drive and parked near two of the biggest front doors I've ever seen.
Mine was the only car there, so perhaps we'd be alone.

I knocked on the door and John opened it. "Jane, hi, come in," he said, "right
on time." "I try to be punctual and expect that of others," I said. "And what
happens when they aren't punctual," he asked. "Well," I said, "let's say I get
very upset," I was thinking of the recent episode with the realtor. John
smiled, and said, "I'll try never to be late when meeting you."

"You said you wanted to discuss something," I said. "Oh, yes, getting right to
the point, heh?" he said, "How about we go out to the patio, I've got some
drinks waiting, we can talk there." He led the way and we exited the house
through French doors.

The patio was massive and could have accommodated 40 or 50 guests, but today
it was just the two of us. There was a pitcher of ice tea on the table under
an umbrella as well as various soft drinks in a cooler nearby. "Have a seat,
this will only take a minute," he said. I sat. "Jane, I want you to come to
work for me," he said. "But I already work for you," I said. "No, you work for
Emily and my firm," John said, "I want you to come to work for me. Work for me
personally. Be my bodyguard, companion, and take care of some problems that
come up in the business world from time to time."

"Bodyguard?, companion?, and what kind of problems?" I asked. "I want you to
just stay close to me. If anyone gets physical, I want you to take care of
them. Also I want you to travel with me and be with me at all times and
finally, take care of some of the nastier aspects of running a multi-million
dollar company. You would be compensated handsomely, have your own expense
account and be required to live here, what do you think?"

"Does Emily know about this?" I asked. "No, I didn't mention it to her, just
as she didn't mention the two of you sleeping together, besides, I wanted to
hear your answer first," he said. "So you know about Emily and me," I said,
"You know I'm not gay though, don't you?"