Worship Me Part 12 By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Chapter 34 I left the next day for Austin, Texas. I was happy to put Las Vegas behind me, but I still regretted my encounter with Tanya and what I had to do. I hope that with time, the memory will fade. Texas was as hot if not hotter than Las Vegas. I deplaned and collected my bag, checked out a rental car with the fake driver's license and credit card that John had provided, and was on my way. Arriving at the Austin Marriott, I was again given a suite. I studied a map that the rental car company had provided and saw that my target was about a half hours drive from Austin. I changed into some shorts and a tank top, purchase a cooler, ice and drinks at a convenience store as I drove out of town. I found the turn off for the man's house that I was to 'rough up' as Gwen had put it, and I pulled into a turnout in the shade to wait. I was eager to get home, and thoughts of Las Vegas ran through my mind. I was trying to think of how things could have played out different, but the more scenarios I came up with the more frustrated I got. It was shortly before five o'clock when I saw the dust cloud in the distance. A car was coming down the road I was watching. As I sat there, the driver made a right and headed toward Austin. I followed at a distance. The driver turned in at a roadside caf' and I continued on by. Back in Austin, I asked at the front desk for a recommendation for a barbecue place and was given one. I showered and changed into jeans and a cotton blouse and drove to the 'Austin Rib Company'. I placed my order and sat at a table near the window. The place was nearly full and a guy in jeans and a cowboy shirt brought my food. The ribs were wonderful and I washed them down with sweet tea. I was nearly done when the sound of chairs scrapping the floor and raised voices caught my attention. I couldn't make out what was being said, but the volume seemed to increase. The apparent scuffle on the other side of the restaurant culminated with punches being thrown. I found myself sitting watching the fight unfold. Soon a police cruiser pulled up out front, it's red and blue lights flashing. A tall deputy strode into the restaurant a cowboy hat square on his head. Finishing my meal, I left money on the table next to the check and headed for the door. As I got there, the tall deputy held the door open for me and said, "Ma'am". "Thank you officer," I said, "its deputy, ma'am, Deputy Collins," he said and smiled. "Well then, thank you deputy Collins," I said and smiled back. He stood by his cruiser as I got in my rental car and drove away. 'Crap, Jane,' I thought, 'that's all you need is to get a cop interested in you.' I got back to the hotel and was heading for the elevator when the desk clerk hailed me. "Miss," he said, "There's a letter for you," and from under the desk brought out a business size envelope. 'Unusual,' I thought, 'but it must be from Gwen or John.' Then I looked closer and all it had was my name and the hotel I was staying at. "Excuse me," I said to the desk clerk, "Do you know who dropped this off?" "No, I'm sorry miss, it was here when I came on duty an hour ago," he said. "Well, thanks any way," I said and went up to the room. Once inside, I tore open the envelope and there was a single sheet of paper on which was typed: 'Put Las Vegas behind you. That was a mistake, but don't make another one. Avoid the police. Stay alert.' Sheila 'What,' I thought, 'how could Sheila know about Las Vegas? If this letter was here an hour ago, how could she know I was going to run into a deputy?' Another strange message from Sheila who seems to be everywhere and aware of what I do. Weird. Chapter 35 The following day, I parked in the same place and watched. At approximately the same time the car came down the dirt road and turned right. Once again I followed and he turned into the same caf'. Again I continued by and made my way back to my hotel. 'This would be fairly easy,' I thought as I formulated my plan. As I pulled into the parking lot I spotted the police cruiser. 'Crap,' I thought, 'what now?' I parked near the entrance and entered the lobby. As I did, Officer Collins, no, Deputy Collins, I corrected myself, stood up. "Why Deputy Collins, what a nice surprise," I said shaking his hand. Deputy Collins was about 6'-3" with broad shoulders and a rugged square jaw. He looked fit. "Nice to see you again, Ellen," he said. It took my mind a minute to remember that I was checked in under Ellen Thompson. "Yes, yes it is," I said, "but how did you know my name?" "I could say it was great police work," he said, "but in all honesty all I had to do was describe you to the desk clerk and he knew who I was talking about." I smiled. 'Just that easy,' I thought. "What can I do for you, deputy?" I asked. "Well, ma'am, I was wondering if you'd be interested in seeing the Congress Street bats tonight?" he said. "Excuse me, did you say bats?" I asked, thinking, 'this is one of the most unusual pick-up lines I've heard.' "Yes, ma'am, bats. They're quite famous you know," he said. "Well, I don't know, deputy, is it safe?" I asked. "Oh, yes, ma'am, we watch them from the bridge," he said. "Well, only on one condition," I said, "and that's if you stop calling me, ma'am." "All right then, Ellen," he said, "I'll pick you up around 7:00 then," and he tipped his hat and walked out the door. 'Oh, my, what have I gotten into,' I thought. I went upstairs and ordering room service ate, showered and got ready to visit the bats. Chapter 36 At 7:00, Deputy Collins showed up. I was waiting in the lobby. He held the door open for me and we drove to 6th Street in downtown Austin. He was in jeans, a plaid short sleeve shirt, but still had his cowboy hat on. He was driving what else, a pickup truck. "We have time for a drink before the 'big show' if you want," he said as we pulled into the curb. "That would be nice, Deputy Collins," I said. "I'm sorry, please, call me Jim," he said. "OK, Jim," I said. We each had a beer, and then walked a couple of blocks to the Congress Street Bridge. There was quite the crowd, some milling about and others standing at the rail of the bridge. The sun went down and then almost as if on cue, there were bats, hundreds of them, maybe thousand, whirling and flying, diving and soaring. We stood and watched for 20 minutes or more. "So, what did you think," he asked. "That was truly amazing, Jim, I had never heard of the bats," I said. "I'm glad you liked it, it's one of Austin's best kept secrets," he said. We walked back to where he had parked. "Nightcap?" he asked. "No," I said, "I have an appointment tomorrow then flying out." "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed," he said as we got in his car. "Perhaps another time when I can stay longer," I said. Reaching my hotel, he came around and opened the door. I got out and he stood close. "I hope you get back to Austin real soon, Ellen Thompson," he said. "I do too, Deputy Collins," I replied and we looked each other in the eye and smiled. He drew me in close and kissed me on the lips. I parted his lips and explored his mouth briefly with my tongue. When we broke the kiss, he tipped his hat and said, "This wasn't long enough, you know." "I know," I said, "I'll get back." I walked to the door as he got back in his truck and drove off. 'Whew,' I thought, 'I would have loved to have gotten him in bed, but no good would have come from that.' Chapter 37 The next morning, I stretched and looked down at the pool from my window. It looked inviting and I could use a few laps. I didn't have to be anywhere until the afternoon for my meeting and 'tune up', as I liked to say, with Mr. Babcock. I put on my swimsuit, cover up and sandals and with my beach bag went down to the hotel pool. The sun felt great and the water was warm. After my twentieth lap, I glided to a stop and shook out my hair. It felt good to work my muscles. The pool area was sparsely populated and I had a chaise away from everyone. Lying on my stomach, I undid my top. I was really starting to enjoy the Texas sun when a shadow came across my vision. Rather than pass, it lingered. I looked up and a thin man in a pair of Speedo swim trunks was blocking the sun. "Wow", he said, "I've never seen a woman as muscular as you; do you lift weights or something?" "Ahh, yeah, I lift weights, now could I have my sun back," I said. He moved, but still lingered nearby. "I once knew a guy who lifted weights," he continued, "but even he wasn't as muscular as you." "No doubt," I said in hope that he'd take a hint and leave. "Where are you from," he asked and was pulling another chaise lounge up to mine. "Look," I said, now standing up forgetting about my bathing suit top that was now laying on my chaise, "leave me alone. Go find someone else to bother," and poked a finger at his chest. Then I noticed his erection and smiled. "Oh, I see you like muscle girls," I said, stepping closer. He tried to step back, but was blocked by a planter. I cupped his erection with my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't bite," and laughed at my own joke. I released his cock and said, "Look at these muscles," and gave him a double bicep pose. I turned and slowly slid my tongue from my mouth and touched my mammoth bicep with its tip. "My biceps are 18-inches, sugar, 18-inches of pure power," and I reached down once more and took his erection again, "and I could crush your nuts and cock with one hand, do you believe me?" I asked. He managed to nod. I gently squeezed, "maybe you'd like it if I turned your manhood into jelly, what do you think?" "No, please don't," he said, his voice quivering. "Please don't who," I asked. "Please don't, mistress," he said more as a question than a statement. "Very good," I said, "from now on you must do as I say, do you understand?" He nodded. "Good," I said, "I want you to take off your swim trunks now." He hesitated, a look of concern creeping across his face. I took his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it, crushing it. He cried out then stifled it. I smiled and said, "You see how easy it is for me to destroy you, you pathetic piece of shit?" He nodded. "Good, now get those trunks off," I said. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stepped out of his bathing suit. His six-inch erection was standing straight out. I ran a finger along its shaft. "Oh, what a shame," I said, "I was hoping for more, much more. I only suck and fuck 18-inch cocks, and, well, you fall a bit short, bitch. What should I do with you?" "Please, mistress, please, let me go," he begged. "Only on one condition," I said, "Close your eyes and think of me. Don't move and don't play with yourself. I'm going to be watching and I want to see you come without using your hands, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," he said and as he shut his eyes, I quietly gathered my things as well as his Speedo and silently left. I tossed his bathing suit in a trash can on the way to the elevators. It was time to get ready for Mr. Babcock.