Worship Me Part 9
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 24

I seemed to settle into my new assignment although I must confess it was a
little more boring than I had hoped for. I don't know what I was expecting,
but John didn't seem to have an enemy in the world. What he needed a bodyguard
for was still a mystery to me, but I knew I'd find out soon.

Gwen, who had been in meetings with John and various business associates,
approached me one evening before leaving the house. "Jane," she said, "we're
going to need you to do a 'special assignment' for us. A partner owes John a
great deal of money and is skimming funds from his obligation. We need to send
a message that John can't be taken advantage of. Do you understand?"

'What I understand,' I thought, 'is that I finally get to rough someone up, a
task I had been waiting for,' but I said, "Yes, Gwen, I believe I do, how
rough should I play?" Gwen smiled at my phrasing and said, "you may 'break'
some of the rules, but don't end the game, if you know what I mean." I took
that to mean that I had the authority to act on my own but not to kill the
bastard.

"Oh, one other thing," Gwen said, "there may be other players involved; John
doesn't care what happens to them." "Very good," I said, and she passed me a
slip of paper with a name and an address on it. "How soon," I asked. "At your
convenience," Gwen said and got up to leave. "Oh, and Jane," she said, "do be
careful," and she gave me a kiss on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow and give
you a report," I told her.

I changed into all black. I knew that the address Gwen had given me was a
residence in an upscale area of Bel Air. For this operation, I wore a skin
tight black Spandex bodysuit and black Nike's. I put on a pair of soft kid
gloves so that I wouldn't leave fingerprints. I drove to the neighborhood and
parked a block or two away, then approached the house keeping to the shadows.
It was nearly midnight.

Nothing appeared out of place and I didn't notice any cameras or guards
walking patrol. 'Perhaps there's a guard inside,' I thought. That's when I saw
the flare from a cigarette ash in the shadows near the garage. Someone was
taking a smoke break. I crept up the property line, again keeping to the
shadows and made my way around the detached garage. As I peered around the
corner of the building I saw the man standing at the front corner, facing the
street.

He appeared to be about 5'-10" with a muscular build hidden under a black
windbreaker. I assumed he was armed but that didn't worry me.

I silently crept forward as he puffed on his cigarette, focusing on the
driveway and the street beyond. I was nearly upon him when his instincts must
have kicked in and he turned. As he did he was reaching inside his jacket with
his right hand. In one rapid move, I grabbed his right wrist while hitting him
on the chin with a left cross.

I didn't hit him hard enough to knock him out, but certainly hard enough to
stun him. He went to his knees. Fortunately he didn't cry out but only
grunted. I clamped my left hand over his mouth while my right encircled his
throat. I lifted him first to his feet then pinned him against the wall of the
garage perhaps a foot off the ground. He was running out of air, trying to
kick at me, but when he did make contact, I barely was aware of it.

Four minutes later, I let the body slump to the ground. I felt for a pulse in
his neck and not finding one I lifted his body with one hand and carried him
to the back of the garage so that he would readily be seen from the street. I
patted him down and found a key chain in his pocket with what looked to be a
couple of car keys and a couple of dead bolt or house keys.

Next, I crept to the rear of the house and near the back door, examined the
keys more carefully. The first one I tried went in smoothly and turned the
deadbolt. Silently I opened the door and let myself in.

The house was dark as I entered into a spacious kitchen. Silently I walked to
the dining room. I could see a faint light coming from a room beyond. As I was
creeping toward the doorway, a board in the floor creaked. "Matt, is that
you?" a female voice said softly and I heard footsteps coming in my direction.
The woman rounded a corner before I could find a place to conceal myself and
immediately tried to kick me with some sort of kung fu or tae kwon do move.
Fortunately because of my quick reflexes and superior height and strength
advantage, I caught her ankle with my right hand and lifted her off balance.
She went down hard on her left side.

Still holding the ankle with my right, I stepped on her left leg which was
lying flat on floor while pulling upward with my right hand. Her hip
dislocated and she cried out in pain. I hadn't this intended this to be as
'messy' as it was, but I didn't expect a guard inside. I let go of her right
leg and it dropped with a thud. She was obviously in pain.

I straddled her hips and reached in and found a shoulder holster. I took her
gun and tossed it on the couch. "You won't need that anymore," I said to her.
She tried to buck me off, but she was no match for me, still, I liked her
spunk. She was making me horny with her tossing and turning.

"Get off of me, bitch," she hissed. "Now, now," I said, "you're not exactly in
a position to get nasty." "Fuck off, cunt," she said. "Man, do you have a
dirty mouth," I said, "we'll take care of that," and I grasped her jaw and
crushed it. "There," I said, "not so talkative now are you."

I ripped open her blouse, exposing a nice pair of tits ensconced in a lacy
bra. "Pretty bra, sweet cheeks," I whispered, "but like that gun, you won't
need it anymore." I took a breast in each leather clad hand and cupped them,
then squeezed, gently at first then a little more forceful. The woman passed
out. It was time to take care of the main reason I was here. Looking down at
her lying there with her jaw askew, I broke her neck quickly and quietly.

Now climbing off her, I made my way upstairs, stopping every so often to
listen. As I neared the top of the stairs, I glanced at a grandfather clock
that was ticking away in the upstairs hall. 12:43 it said. I had already been
here too long, I thought. I wanted to be in and out as quick as possible.

I stood next to what I thought was the bedroom door and I could hear the sound
of heavy breathing. I turned the knob and pushed the door slowly open. A
portly man lay on his back fast asleep. I glided to the bed and reached down
and gently slapped him across the face. "Wakey, wakey," I said, "time to rise
and shine."

He came awake with a start and immediately went for the nightstand drawer. I
swatted his hand away and opened the drawer to find the semiautomatic. "Well,
well, well, Carlos, what have we here," holding the gun up between my thumb
and forefinger. I ejected the clip and then popped the cartridges from the
clip and tossed it away along with the gun. It made clatter as it landed in
the corner. The man only looked at me with fright in his eyes. I smiled.

"John sent me," I said, "Here's a note that explains everything in case you
can't guess what this is all about," and I withdrew an envelope that Gwen gave
me from the neckline of my bodysuit.

I rolled the man over on to his stomach and pulled his pajama bottoms down,
then retrieving one of the bullets I had ejected from the gun, I inserted it
passed his sphincter muscle. He buried his face in his pillow as I did this a
second and then a third time.

"Look, Carlos," I said, "this is just business," and flipped him over onto his
back again. I reached down and grabbed his testicles, holding them gently.
"I'm going to give you a choice, because I'm feeling generous; do you want me
to crush your nuts" and I gave them a bit of a squeeze, "or do you want me to
break your hand. The choice is yours, but make it snappy," I said and smiled.
He looked at me as if he hadn't heard, so I applied a little more pressure to
his balls.

"Stop, stop," he said, "can't we talk, I'll give you more money than John,
I'll ... " and I crushed his nuts with my right hand.

Carlos let out a howl that I thought would wake the neighborhood. "Shut the
fuck up," I said, "You should have taken the broken hand." I went to the
bathroom and returned a minute later with the belt from a bathrobe. I tied his
wrists behind his back.

"OK, Carlos," I said, "I'm going to go now. You should work yourself free
about the time I'm a mile or so down the road. I'd call the paramedics and get
to a hospital real quick, you don't know what that lead in your ass will do.
Kind of gives new meaning to the phrase, 'getting the lead out', doesn't it,"
and I laughed at my own humor as I walked down the stairs and out the front
door, leaving it ajar.

I jogged back to where I had parked. I glanced at the dashboard clock once I
started the engine, 1:05, not bad for an hour's work.

Chapter 25

Because of the lateness of the hour, I met with John and Gwen the next day. It
was a beautiful day and Maria served fresh fruit and scrambled eggs out on the
patio. I picked at my fruit and sipped my juice, washing down my daily dose of
vitamins.

John and Gwen came through the French doors which led to his office. "So,"
John asked, "how'd it go?" "It went well," I said, "I delivered your message
and I'm sorry to say, Carlos will not be fathering any children anytime soon."
I went on to tell them what I had done and how I had humiliated him. John and
Gwen didn't seem shocked or surprised by my actions.

Then I told them about the two guards that I had to eliminate. I left out the
specific details about the woman's demise though. Gwen said, "And there was no
way to avoid killing those two people?" "No," I said, "the one had the outside
perimeter staked out while the woman was inside, guarding Carlos closely. I
regret there was no way to get around them without taking them out too." I
didn't really regret it, in fact, I enjoyed it, but I didn't think Gwen and
John needed to know that either.

"You did well, Jane," John said and nodded to Gwen. She produced an envelope
with a handful of hundred dollar bills in it. I looked up at Gwen then at
John. "Sir," I said, "you really don't need to ... ", he cut me off with a
wave of the hand. "Nonsense," he said, "just a little bonus for helping to
show Carlos the error of his ways. He'll come round after he's out of the
hospital. I understand they're keeping him for observation until they make
sure all the bullets have been removed and his testicles have been replaced
with a prosthesis. I didn't even know they had prosthetic balls." 'Perhaps
they'll clink together now when he's having sex,' I thought.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was in the envelope I left for him?" I
asked. "It was a listing of his off shore accounts, numbers, passwords and
their balances indicating that we knew what had happened to the funds he took
from us," Gwen said. "We'll give him a few days till he's out of the hospital
and see if he transfers the funds back to our accounts," John said.
"Actually," Gwen said, looking at John, "we didn't even need Carlos; we could
have transferred the funds ourselves, but felt we'd let him 'do the right
thing' and live with his guilt."

Maria appeared with a tray full of mimosas and we each took a glass. "To
Carlos," John said, "may he have seen the error of his ways." Gwen added, "And
to Jane, for showing Carlos those errors." And we drank.

Chapter 26

Later that day, I was by the pool taking in the afternoon sun, when Gwen came
through the doors. She sat on the chaise next to the one I was laying on.
"Jane," she said looking at my body, "I have to say you are the most
uninhabited creature I have ever known. You are also one of the most
magnificent." "Thank you, Gwen," I said, "I appreciate that."

"Let me ask you something," she said, "you didn't really regret killing those
two guards did you?" I stared up into her eyes, "No, not at all, in fact, I
enjoyed it," I said. "I thought so," Gwen said, "and you enjoyed what you did
to Carlos?" "It was a job," I said, "an assignment, but yes, I thoroughly
enjoyed destroying his balls, nothing would have given me more pleasure except
to have ripped them off," and smiled at her, "now could you put a little more
sunscreen on me?"

Gwen applied the sunscreen with a slow steady pressure, enjoying the feel of
my abs and breasts. Then switching seats to my chaise, she massaged sunscreen
into my legs and pussy. "Yes," she repeated, "you are magnificent."

I smiled as she coyly fingered my clit. My naked body tanned and warmed by the
California sun.