Worship Me Part 7
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 17

"What I know is that you can take care of yourself, I want you to move in here
and take care of me as well," John said, "You would have your own life, I
assure you, but you would need to do what I asked of you without question."

This all sounded intriguing, so I said, "What kind of money are we talking
about here?" He smiled; he was obviously a man use to getting his way. "I was
thinking of $150,000 a year salary plus an expense allowance of another
$150,000 a year, for clothing, car, etc. You would live here; rent free and I
would cover travel expenses needed."

"And what would Emily say to all this, me moving in with daddy?" I asked. "I
would hope she would say, 'good for you dad', but we'll see won't we?" he
said. "Yes, we will, I accept your offer, I can start at the end of the
month," I said. "Excellent! Let's celebrate," John said, and reached into the
ice under the soft drinks and brought out a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne.
We toasted our partnership.

After two glasses of the champagne, I said, "That pool looks awfully inviting,
John, do you mind if I take a dip?" "That's what it's there for," he said, "I
may join you."

I stripped off my cover up and as I did, his breath caught. I looked at him
and laughed, "This is what you're paying me for, John," and I flexed my
biceps, and then crunched my abs so that he got a nice view of my six-pack.
"You are absolutely amazing, Jane," he said, "I'm impressed." I smiled once
more and stepped out of my sandals. I turned, padded to the pool and dove in.

I was on my tenth lap when John dove in. He tried to keep up and did so for a
lap or two, but I pulled away from him and he waited for me in the shallow
end. I waded over to him and peered down into his eyes, 'worship me', I
thought, and he came to me as I sat on the edge of the pool. I removed my top
and then peeled my bottom from my hips. Now naked, John began to kiss my labia
and tongue my clit. He was an experienced lover, and from the look of the
bulge in his trunks, he had something more to offer than a stiff tongue.

John got me off and I slid his trunks over his hips. He was certainly well
endowed. His cock, I judged, was better than 10-inches and thick. As he lay on
a chaise I sat on an adjoining lounge and bent down running my tongue along
his shaft. He moaned softly as I took him in my mouth. What was odd was that
with my lips on the head of his penis, I could nearly touch the base with the
tip of my tongue. 'How is this possible', I thought. I ran my tongue up and
down his shaft and he erupted in a stream of cum. "Towel yourself off, John,"
I said, and he did.

John and I spent the balance of the afternoon sunning ourselves and discussing
how best to tell Emily about me going to work for him. John, I noticed, was on
the phone quite a bit. He said that besides me he employed a maid, a cook and
a personal assistant that scheduled his meetings, and would be making our
travel arrangements. He drove himself so there was no driver. He also had
landscapers that came once a week.

We went over the security measures at the house and as the afternoon cooled;
we went inside where he showed me the 'safe room', alarm system and codes as
well as the closed circuit TV system. The house was pretty much state of the
art from what I could tell.

He showed me where I would be living and it was two or three times the size of
my apartment.

I showered in John's master bathroom, the shower itself having three shower
heads to hit you from different angles. John watched as I lathered and rinsed,
and flexed for him. He toweled me off and I gathered my swimsuit and put my
cover up on. I gave him a kiss on the cheek at the front door and left.

Driving home, I thought, 'What a turn of events.'

I picked up my mail at the mailbox and a small package tumbled out. There was
no return address. Inside my apartment I went through the bills and junk mail
then opened the box. Inside was a bottle with pills and a note that read'

'You are nearly out of supplement tablets. Take one-half tablet a day to
maintain where you are now. Enjoy your life and new position, you have found
your way. Remember your calling.

All the best, Sheila'

'What the hell,' I thought, how did Sheila know about the new position? Was
that just a shot in the dark? Was she lurking in the bushes by the pool? And
how did she remember I was about out of tablets. This was the second time she
reminded me to 'remember your calling.'

I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow may be eventful. John and I had decided
to have Sunday dinner at his place and invite Emily. We were going to see how
she took the news of me moving in with her father.

Chapter 18

I got a call from John about 11:00. He said that he had called Emily and she
was going to be at his place about 5:00. Dinner would be at 6:00. I ran out to
pick up a new dress.

I selected a sheath type dress in pale blue that the salesgirl said looked
great on me. It needed to be taken in a bit in the waist and the cleaners next
to the shop could do it while I waited.

I tried it on and the girl pinned it. She said she'd take it out in the
shoulders just a bit as well to give me some room. An hour later I had a
custom fit dress. I would need to get an entire wardrobe for this new job.

Five o'clock rolled around and I arrived at John's just before Emily. John
gave me a kiss on the cheek and introduced me to Maria, his cook. "Maria,"
John said, "this is Jane, she will be living here and assisting me with
security. Jane, this is Maria, one of the best chefs in southern California."
"Pleased to meet you, Maria," I said, and shook her hand. "It's good to meet
you too, Mistress Jane," Maria said. 'Mistress Jane,' I thought, 'I love
that'.

Maria was a petite Latina with black shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes.
Though I towered over her I didn't get the impression that I intimidated her.
'That's good,' I thought, 'a strong, confident woman.'

I was just going to ask Maria what we were having for supper when Emily came
in. "Hi, dad," she said and gave John a kiss on the cheek, "Hi, Maria," and
likewise gave her a kiss. "Jane, dad didn't mention that you were coming,"
Emily said. "Yes, well," John said, "Jane and I have something that we want to
talk to you about, let's go in the living room and have a margarita before
supper, shall we? Maria, can you fix us some margaritas?" "Certainly, John,"
Maria said.

The three of us retreated to the living room. Emily and I sat on one of the
couches and John took an end chair. "Em," John said, "I've needed a security
person for a while now. Someone who could handle himself, or herself, while
keeping me safe and taking care of some odd jobs that need handling. I asked
Jane to come and help me and she's agreed. I hope you understand."

I thought I'd better say something so I said, "Emily, your dad has made me a
very generous offer, one that I couldn't pass up and one that you couldn't
have duplicated with me writing articles no matter how good they were. I hope
you understand that this was a matter of opportunity."

"Dad," Emily said, "I know that you've needed someone to watch your back for
some time now, and Jane, I hope you're that person. I'm sorry to lose you, but
I haven't lost you as a friend, in fact, this will give me one more reason to
see dad more often."

Maria arrived with the drinks and we each took one. "Then I propose a toast,"
John said, "to your new position, you've found your way!" We drank, but there
was something in that toast that sounded familiar. I just couldn't put my
finger on it though.

Chapter 19

I moved into John's house at the end of the month, having completed my writing
assignments for Emily and closing out the lease on my apartment. Emily and
Jackie were sorry to see me go and took me out for lunch my last day at the
firm.

I had spent the last two weeks before moving in picking up a new wardrobe. I
knew I would need everything from cocktail dresses to casual ware, shoes,
accessories and even a couple bathing suits that were conservative by my
standards just in case John through a pool party for some of his clients. I
didn't want to shock 'Corporate America' too much.

Now with my purchases stored and John in his home office, I explored the
house. My room was in the same wing as John's bedroom and his office. There
was a library, a formal dining room, home theatre, game room, security center,
which John had shown me previously, numerous bedrooms, a living room, kitchen
and a housekeeper's area. Maria's room was at this end of the house.

Opening a set of double doors I was surprised to find a home gym that was
outfitted as well as Sheila's. 'Well,' I thought, 'I'll be able to continue my
workouts'. I walked around looking at the various pieces of equipment, the
dumbbells, mirrored walls and the barbells. They all looked relatively new. In
one corner was a tanning bed and through a door was a small sauna. The gym was
a weightlifters paradise.

I stood at the dumbbell rack looking at my reflection. I had on a pair of
shorts and a cotton button down blouse. Grabbing the 80-pound dumbbells I did
a series of hammer curls. It felt wonderful to pump some iron again. I went up
in weight and then moved on to some concentration curls. I continued to work
my biceps and triceps heavy, finishing with a series of seated military
dumbbell presses using 100-pound dumbbells. Replacing the weights on the rack,
I flexed and pumped my arms until I heard a slight ripping noise. I continued
moving my arms across my body, ripping my blouse. With a final 'crab pose',
the material fell away from my shoulders.

Now standing there without my blouse, I watched as I flexed my pectorals,
making them dance. I ran my hands across my ribs and taut abs.

Maria wrapped lightly on the door and at first I didn't hear it I was so lost
in watching my reflection, then I called out, "Come in". She opened the door
and peered in. "Mistress Jane," she said softly, "Mr. John would like to see
you." "Come in, Maria," I told her, and she came closer, "how do I look?" "You
look amazing, mistress, I've never seen anyone as big as you," she said. I
turned and went to her, "No? Not even a man?" I asked. "No mistress, no one,"
she said.

"Watch my muscles, Maria," I said, and made my breasts jump, "Would you like
to feel them." "Yes, mistress," came her reply, and she touched my chest.
"Finger my nipples, Maria, make them hard." She took my nipples between her
small thumb and index fingers and squeezed. It was a soft, pleasurable
sensation.

"Thank you, Maria," I said dismissing her, "tell John I'll be right there. As
you can see, however, I need to get a new blouse, and would you be so kind as
to throw the old one away." "Yes, mistress," Maria said.

I went back to my room, and put a new blouse on, and then went to John's
office and knocked on the door. "Come in," he said. "Ah, Jane, I want you to
meet Gwen. Gwen is my right-hand man or I guess I could say, right-hand woman.
She prefers personal assistant by the way."

"Hello, Gwen, I'm Jane," and I shook Gwen's hand. Gwen was a fantastic
looking, tall African-American, trim and neatly dressed. "Good to meet you,
Jane, I understand you're going to keep our man here out of trouble," and she
smiled. I noticed a bit of an accent, perhaps Jamaican. "I'll try my best," I
said. "You look like you're up to the task," Gwen said.

'John,' I thought, 'liked to surround himself with good looking women. I bet
Theresa the housekeeper is a sexy little thing."

My thoughts were interrupted when John said, "We need to go to England and
meet with Tony Sinclair. He wants our business and I need to look over his
operation." "Yes sir," Gwen said, "Who will be going, sir?" "You, I and Jane,"
he said, "and Jane," he said turning to me, "let's try and keep your shirt on
shall we?" He smiled.

I suppose Maria had mentioned that I was in the gym with my shirt off. 'Well,'
I thought, 'they'd all have to get use to that.'

"Jane," Gwen said, "We'll be flying out first thing tomorrow. Do you have a
passport?" "Yes, fortunately I do, although I've only been to the Caribbean,"
I said. "Don't forget to bring it," Gwen said.