Worship Me Part 10
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 27

One evening, I woke in the middle of the night. I thought I heard something. I
lay there not moving for a minute, then two. Then the sound came again, a
faint scraping noise. I looked at the clock and it was one o'clock. I got out
of bed and padded to my door, then down the hallway. The sound seemed to come
from the kitchen.

Stepping into the kitchen, Maria was spooning ice cream in a bowl by the light
of the refrigerator. Silently I walked up behind her and both hands on either
side of her waist. She jumped and let out a little cry of surprise. "Oh,
Mistress Jane, you scared me," she said.

She turned around and saw I was naked and unconsciously licked her lips.
"Would you like some ice cream," she asked. "No thank you, Maria," I said,
"but please, don't let me stop you," and I took a finger full from the carton
that she had been scooping from and applied it to my pussy. She watched as I
applied it. "Go on," I said, "I know you want to lick it."

She knelt and licked the creamy mixture from my mons. I applied a little more
and she continued. By the time she had finished and I had climaxed, the ice
cream in her bowl was soupy.

"Come with me, Maria," I said and led her to my bedroom. I turned on the light
and went to the night stand where I had a handful of sex toys. I took out a
double headed dildo. "Lie on the bed, Maria," I said, and she did, watching me
with soft brown eyes.

I tucked my leg beneath her and inserted one end of the dildo into my pussy. I
poised the head next to Maria's clit and began to insert it, but she was
tight. 'I need to go slow,' I thought, and I did. Soon we were locked
together, pumping in unison. I could tell from Maria's breathing that she
came, but continued to please me and I came fifteen minutes later with Maria's
second orgasm.

"You did well, Maria," I said, "did you like that?" "Oh, yes, mistress," she
said. "You better go now, Maria and get some rest," I said, "Tomorrow will be
here soon enough."

She left and I washed and dried my toy and put it away. I turned the light out
and lay there thinking, 'what a wonderful life I fell in to.'

Chapter 28

I woke to the sound of a vacuum cleaner. It was Theresa, the housekeeper who
came in three times a week. I had overslept a little having made love to Maria
last night.

I put on my green silk kimono and walked in the direction of the vacuum.
Theresa, a fiftyish gray haired woman was pushing the machine around the
living room. I walked by shaking my head and went into the kitchen where Maria
was busy at work. "Good morning, Mistress Jane, would you like some
breakfast?" "Maybe just a little juice and a piece of plain toast," I said.
"But, Mistress Jane," she said, "you must eat. You barely eat anything." I
knew she was right, but I never had much of an appetite, yet my energy level
remained high and my strength was unparalleled. "That's OK, Maria, the toast
and juice is fine.

I ate and when done, I thanked Maria again, for the toast as well as the sex
last night. "Oh, Mistress Jane, that was my first time doing 'that'," she
said, "I only hope I pleased you." "You did well," I said, "You're an
excellent lover."

Entering the weight room, I hung my kimono on a hook in the locker room and
proceeded to work out my back and chest. My breasts were still small, but
striated with muscles. I ran a hand over the warm granite that was my torso.

After set upon set of cable fly's, inclined military flies, flat bench flies,
bench press and cable pulls, my skin glistened with sweat. Gwen came into the
room and I grabbed a towel from the shelf and toweled off. "Wow," Gwen said,
"intense workout?" "All my workouts are intense," I said, and smiled. "John
has another assignment for you. This one is a favor that he owes a friend of
his," she said, "he wants to square the books." "Not a problem," I said, "do
we have time for a little fun, working out makes me horny." Now it was Gwen's
turn to smile, "I'm afraid not, mistress, you have a plane to catch."

I met with John, Gwen following me into his office. "Take a seat, Jane. I sat,
my kimono falling open as I crossed my legs. I watched my thigh muscles
'dance' as he filled me in on the assignment, or at least as much as I needed
to know. What he did tell me was that 'time was of the essence' since there
was a convention of sorts in Las Vegas. I said very little and Gwen stood near
the door. She handed me an envelope with a fake driver's license and a credit
card in the same name. By the time I left, John had an erection that I'm sure
Gwen would attend to. Right now I needed to shower, pack and get to the
airport.

Chapter 29

I caught the 6:00 Southwest flight to Las Vegas, 'Sin City'. The last
passenger to board was a man about 5'-8" with enormously broad shoulders. His
business suit perfectly tailored to fit the narrow waist and 'V' shape.
Arriving shortly after 7:00, I took a cab to New York, New York and checked
in. The suite could have accommodated a rock band and their entourage, but it
was just me.

There was no rush to my 'assignment', the timing was being left up to me, but,
John had said something about a particular convention being in town that may
help me. I changed into a conservative skirt and top and went down to the
casino floor. I wandered around, putting a few dollars in a slot here and a
slot there. I sat at a blackjack table and got hit on by everything with a
cock and then some.

Growing weary of the casino floor, I went up to my room, and that's when I saw
the banner above one of the entryways; 'Welcome Pro-Bodybuilders!' under which
it said, 'New York, New York welcomes you.' So that's the convention that John
was referring to. Undoubtedly that's where the broad-shouldered man on my
flight was going to.

As much as I wanted to catch some of the show, I didn't know if I'd find time.
Right now it was time to get ready. I dressed in a latex mini-skirt and silk
blouse that was so sheer you could see through it. I had on 3-inch stilettos
and a knee length coat when I left the hotel. I was headed for the 'Foxy Lady
Lounge'. I took a cab and drew an admiring look from the bell captain who
hailed me the ride.

The 'Foxy Lady Lounge' was a strip club not far from the strip. It was owned
by a couple, Fred and Barbara Orman. Apparently a friend or business associate
of John's was having trouble with Fred and Barbara and needed them roughed up,
not eliminated. It sounded all too easy, a sign on the door said, 'cover
charge $20, women admitted free,' so I thought I'd take the direct approach.

I entered through the front door, only glancing at the bouncer as I passed. I
took a seat, placing my coat over the back of my chair, and waited for the
server to appear. The place was filled mostly with single men, but some single
women and a few couples. I spotted a familiar face between me and the stage.
'Well, not really a face,' I thought, 'but a familiar body.' It was the man
from my LAX to LAS flight. He was with one man only slightly smaller than
himself and there was one woman at the table as well.

The server stopped by, a fantastic looking red head with big boobs but way too
much eye make-up, I thought. "I'll have a margarita please, on the rocks," I
told her. "Sure, honey, is it just you?" she asked looking at my tits through
my sheer blouse. "Yes, for the moment, unless you care to join me," I said.
"That's very tempting, but I'm on next," she said, nodding in the direction of
the stage, "my name is Chloe, I'll get your drink, I hope you enjoy my
performance." "I know I will, Chloe," I said, "but, please, tell me two
things, which way is the women's room and is Fred and Barbara here?"

Chloe looked a little surprised and I was guessing it wasn't because I asked
directions to the bathroom. "Do you know the Orman's?" Chloe asked. "Only by
reputation," I said. Now she smiled and asked, "Is that good reputation or bad
reputation?" "Let's just say I've heard they're tough to work with," I told
her. "Amen to that, sister," she said, "they're office is across from the
restroom and, yes, they're both here, probably watching us right now on the
'eye in the sky'," and she motioned toward the cameras discreetly placed
throughout the room. She strutted off and I got up and made my way towards the
restrooms.

I found the restroom. It was empty. I slipped on a pair of latex gloves I had
brought in my purse and knocked on the door across the hall and a man
answered, without opening the door. "Yeah, what do you want" he asked rudely.
"The toilet isn't working in the girl's room, can someone help me?"

I could hear a muffled conversation behind the closed door and then a
well-built woman opened the door and in a husky voice said, "I'll take a look
at it, honey, these damn broads are always screwing up the plumbing." She
pushed past me and disappeared into the bathroom. I followed her. She went in
to one of the two stalls and flushed the toilet. "This one is working, was it
the other stall," she asked with her back to me.

"Actually, Barbara, it isn't a plumbing problem at all, it's a personnel
problem," I said and she spun around. I gave her the name of the gentleman
that had requested John's help and her eyes went wide. "That bastard," she
said. "Yes, that bastard," I repeated and then I unbuttoned my blouse. "What
are you doing?" she asked. "I'm taking my blouse off so I don't get blood on
it," I replied. "Hey, wait a minute, sister; you can't come in here and ... ,"
she said, but then I slapped her on the jaw, open handed, but I knew she saw
stars. "Look, you don't have ... ," she said and I slapped her again on the
other cheek. She blinked once, twice, a third time before her vision cleared.

"I would love to spend more time with you, Barbara," I said, "but I have to
take care of Fred, if you know what I mean. You look like you'd enjoy sucking
on my clit, but for now I'll just say good night and remind you to pay your
bills." I hit her with a right to the jaw, dislocating it I'm sure, but also
knocking her out. 'Such a lightweight,' I thought. I sat her on the toilet and
closed the stall door.

Stepping out in the hall, my blouse in my hand, I tried the office door and
found that Fred hadn't bothered to lock it when Barbara left. I cracked it and
saw Fred had his back to the door, his attention focused on the video monitors
on the desk. "So how bad is the restroom this time, babe?" he asked without
turning around. I was now standing behind him and said, "It's bad, sweet
cheeks, it's bad." He nearly came out of his chair.

He spun around, "Who the hell are you and where is Barbara?" he asked. "It
doesn't matter who I am and Barbara is getting a little rest across the hall,"
I said, "What is important is that you understand that I'm from a man you owe
money to. I'm here to reinforce that he will not tolerate being 'stiffed'. Do
I make myself clear, Fred?" Fred had gone pale, and his eyes were as big as
cue balls.

I walked over to his desk and pulling out the top drawer, saw the revolver
lying there. I picked it up in my gloved hands and said, "Tisk, tisk, tisk,
such a nasty little weapon." I opened the cylinder and allowed the bullets to
fall to the floor, then tossed the gun in the wastebasket beside the desk.
There was a cigar holder in there and I smiled as I removed it, and sat it on
the desk.

"What are you going to do," Fred asked. "That's a very good question, Fred," I
said, "I was instructed to teach you a lesson, to make sure you never
'stiffed' your benefactor again, do you understand?" "Err, ahh, yes," Fred
said, "I understand." "No, Fred, I don't think you do," I said and grabbed him
and hauled him out of his chair. I pulled his trousers down with one hand
while I bent him over the desk with the other.

"Now, the next time you want to 'stiff' someone, think about this, Fred," I
said and quickly plucked the cigar holder off the desk and ran it up his anus.
Fred let out a blood curdling scream and I quickly clamped a hand across his
mouth as he passed out.

'Well, that was quick and dirty,' I thought, 'time to get back to my drink'. I
removed the video tape from the tape recorder and dropped it in my bag. I
noticed before I left, a stack of hundred dollar bills lying on the side table
next to a bill counting machine. I took two and left.

Back in the main room, I sat briefly at my table and sipped my drink. It was
cool and refreshing. Chloe was on stage, stripped down to a g-string. She
really was quite lovely. 'Perhaps another time,' I thought, and I got up
leaving one of the hundreds on the table for the drink and walking to the
stage, folded it and placed it in Chloe's g-string. I puckered my lips and
gave her an 'air kiss' good-bye.

Outside the club a cab had just dropped off a couple and I jumped in the still
open back door. "New York, New York," I said to the driver through the screen,
and settled back to reflect on the lesson I had taught the Orman's. Hopefully
they learned.