Worship Me Part 13
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 38

I showered and put on my jeans and buttoned down cotton shirt, looking as
western as I could get. I drove to the cut off and rather than pulling in to
where I had parked the last two days, I drove down the dirt road a quarter of
a mile. I pulled off to the side of the road under the shade of a tree.

Retrieving the bumper jack from the trunk, I put it in position and jacked the
car up, then raised the hood. It was nearly time.

I saw the plume of dust coming before I heard Mr. Babcock's car. He pulled to
a stop next to my car. "Can I help you, miss," he said. "Oh, that would be so
nice," I said, "I thought the tire was going flat, it was making such a noise,
but then I thought it was the engine. I just don't know." "Let me take a
look," he said as he got out of his car.

As he came near, I said, "Mr. Babcock." "Yes," he said, "Do I know you?" "I
work for John Stevenson, he sent me here because you owe him some money. I'm
to make sure you remember to pay it." "And how do you propose to do that," he
asked. That's when I hit him in the stomach, doubling him over trying to catch
his breath.

"I was told that you owe a great deal of money and that I shouldn't kill you,
much as I'd like to, but just to 'rough you up a bit', do you understand?"
"Yes," he wheezed. I slapped him across the face, undoubtedly blackening his
eye. With a hard left jab I broke a rib or two.

"Arm or leg, Mr. Babcock," I said. "Huh?" he said. "I said, arm or leg, the
choice is yours. I'm going to break one or the other," I told him. He merely
looked at me with a blank, but pained expression on his face. I grabbed his
left wrist and reversing him to face away from me, brought his left arm up
high on the back. "This will be painful, but not permanent," I said as I
dislocated his shoulder, then taking his left hand and interlocking our
fingers, I bent his wrist back snapping it. He let out a loud cry of pain, but
of course, no one was near.

I released him and turning him around, said, "That's it, Mr. Babcock. I'm done
and hopefully I won't need to come back." I reached down beneath the bumper
and lifted the front of the car up about a foot and gently kicked the jack
from under it. I shut the hood, collected the jack and stored it back in the
trunk. Then leaving Mr. Babcock standing there cradling his broken wrist, I
executed a U-turn.

Chapter 39

I went back to the Austin Rib Company and had a steak in celebration of this
assignment going well.

Walking through the lobby, I was glad the desk clerk didn't call out my name;
that there were no letters for me. In the hotel room, I stood in front of the
mirrored wardrobe assessing my muscles with a critical eye.

I turned in early as I had an early flight in the morning. I slept well and
woke refreshed.

Bags packed I went downstairs to check out. That completed, all I needed to do
was drop the car off at the rental kiosk at the airport.

As I was walking to the car, Deputy Collins pulled in the lot. I stopped by
his rolled down window. "I'm glad I caught you, Ellen," he said, "I just
wanted to say again that I hope you come back to Austin soon. I'd love to show
you the hill country and Texas Stadium where I played." "You played football?"
I asked. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "There you go with the 'ma'am' again, it's
Ellen, just Ellen," I said and laughed.

"Good-bye then, 'just Ellen'," he said, "I've got to go take a report from my
uncle, he was beaten up pretty bad and robbed, but I wanted to swing by and
tell you to hurry back." "I'm sorry to hear about your uncle. I hope he'll be
OK," I said. "Oh, he will be, the Babcock's are a tough bunch," he said and
smiled. "Babcock?" I said, "I thought you said your name was Collins?" "It is,
he's my mother's brother, and she's the Babcock side of the family tree."

I was stunned. What were the odds? I had the sudden urge to sprint for my car
and get the hell out of Texas, but I coolly said, "Give him my best, and maybe
on my next trip, I'll get to meet him."

I bent to the patrol car window and gave Jim a kiss, then with a finger traced
it across his jaw line.

He drove off in the direction of the hospital and I went in the other
direction, thankfully, towards the airport. I didn't know whether Mr. Babcock
would have admitted to being beaten by a woman or if he would have given my
description. 'There couldn't be too many 6'-5" muscle goddess' in Texas', I
thought.

I breathed a little easier once I was on the plane and we were airborne.

Chapter 40

Back in Los Angeles, I gave my debriefing to Gwen and John once I had rested
and showered. They both seemed happy to see me.

Naturally I left out the part about Tanya in Las Vegas and Officer Collins in
Austin. Otherwise, I told them everything. I still pondered how Sheila knew I
was in Austin and how she knew about Tanya when she said, 'Put Las Vegas
behind you.'

Maria was happy to see me. She gave me a kiss and said, "Welcome home,
mistress. I made something special for you tonight," and we sat down to cheese
and chicken enchiladas, black beans and flan for dessert.

It seemed like John's business was doing well. All of the 'problem areas' that
I had been assigned to fix were taken care of. I accompanied John to meetings
with no problems. Then, John said he had a meeting with a 'vendor' in East Los
Angeles.

John and I drove to an industrial area near Vernon. We were to meet Jorge at a
warehouse he owned off Bandini Boulevard. John was following the cars GPS when
we turned into what appeared to be a deserted parking lot. "Is this the
place?" I asked. "According to the address Jorge gave me and the GPS, this is
it. Let's look inside."

We got out of the car and started up the steps of the loading dock. The
warehouse doors were open, but the parking lot and truck bays were empty.
"Hello," John called out. No response. We walked in and John called out again,
"Hello". This time it was met with a distant, "Down here," and we could just
make out someone at the far end of the warehouse.

We walked to the far end and there at a table sat Jorge, a burly Hispanic
stood behind him. An empty chair was placed across the table and John took
that seat. I stood behind John, facing Jorge and his bodyguard. I really
wasn't listening to the conversation as John and Jorge were speaking in hushed
tones. All seemed pretty amiable.

Jorge seemed to take exception to something John said and raised his right
index finger ever so slightly. The Hispanic bodyguard pulled an automatic from
his waistband and pointed it at me. I heard John say, "Don't do anything
foolish, Jorge." I was gauging the distance between the bodyguard and I when a
shot rang out from behind me.

The bodyguards head exploded as the shot caught him in the forehead. I turned
to see another Hispanic with a large caliber revolver just to my left.
Instinctively I grabbed his wrist and snapped it like a twig and he screamed
at the top of his lungs, the sound reverberating inside the empty warehouse.
He dropped the gun and I kicked it in John's direction. He stooped and picked
it up.

The man I held from behind was still whimpering. I looked at John who
conferred with Jorge. John nodded and got up and came and whispered in my ear,
"That shooting had nothing to do with what's going on here, but was a revenge
killing. Jorge says if you make this guy 'disappear', it's worth $20,000 to
him. It's up to you, Jane, take the money or let the man run. Jorge and his
boys will do the cleanup work."

Looked like a win-win situation for me, I grabbed the man around the chest,
pinning his arms to his side and squeezed. John went back to the table and
told Jorge to get the cash. Jorge and John watched briefly, and then left.
Ribs cracked as the man tried to resist, then his sternum cracked and he
passed out. I continued to squeeze until blood ran from his mouth.

I checked for a pulse in his neck and finding none, let him drop. I walked
back to the car. John was waiting for me in the driver's seat. "Thank you for
doing that, Jane, I wanted to leave it up to you, but that cemented the deal
with Jorge," John said, "your money is in the case in the back seat."

"Not a problem, John," I said, "at the least, the guy was a murderer having
shot the bodyguard for whatever reason."

Chapter 41

A few days later, I was sunning by the pool when Maria came out with a tray of
drinks. "Would you like an ice tea or lemonade, Mistress," she said. "Thank
you, Maria, the ice tea sounds good." She placed it on the small table next to
me.

"May I ask you a question, mistress," Maria asked. "Certainly, Maria,
anything," I said. "Did you really crush a man to death just by squeezing
him?" she asked. "Yes, I did," I said, "does that bother your Maria?" "Oh, no,
I just didn't know if you could do that," she said. I looked at her and said,
"Wait here, Maria, I'll be right back," and I went to the side of the house.

When I returned I had a piece of 2" by 4" wood and a building block from
material that was stored in the side yard. "Watch, Maria," I said, and snapped
the wood in half. She sat the tray with the other drinks on the table as I
handed her one of the pieces.

"Oh, mistress, I didn't think that was possible," she said. "What about this,"
I said, and putting one hand in each of the cinder blocks holes, pulled the
concrete block apart. "If I can break a piece of lumber and tear apart a
concrete block, think of what I can do to a man," I said.

She reached out to touch my arm and I said, "Go ahead, Maria, you may feel my
muscles." Maria ran her hands lightly over my arms and down my sides to my
hips.

Gwen came out of the house and stood for a moment watching Maria and I. Once
Maria realized Gwen was watching, she quickly stopped and picked up the drink
tray. "Drink, Miss Gwen?" she said. "Thank you, Maria," Gwen said taking a
lemonade, "that will be all."

Maria left and Gwen looked at me and laughed lightly, "She thinks I'm a bitch,
but I know that the two of you have already hooked up. I try to keep tight
reigns on what goes on here, keep the house running and John on schedule."

"Do you mind if I ask you a question," I said. "No," she replied, "go ahead,
but I bet I know the question." "Oh," I said, "what?" "You were going to ask
me if John and I ever hooked up," Gwen asked. "Yeah, I was," I said, "Have
you?" "Many times," Gwen said, "many times, he's a good looking man and a good
lover." "Yes, he is," I said.

As we were standing there talking, I was flexing my muscles. I was doing it
unconsciously, but Gwen now said, "Jane, you're turning me on doing that." It
took me a minute to realize what she was talking about and I said, "I'm sorry,
I do that without thinking, does it really turn you on?" "Yes," she said,
"definitely."

'Worship me', I thought and said, "Go ahead, Gwen, you may feel my body." She
rubbed my back and front, then put her lips to my nipples and sucked. I began
to undress her and removed her blouse and bra while she unsnapped her pants
and let them drop. Now she stood there in just her panties.

"You have a fine body, Gwen," I said and let my hands play over her dark
breasts then travel down past her navel and abs to her pink clit. I knelt in
front of her and teased it with my tongue as Gwen let out soft mewing sounds.
Several minutes later, she climaxed.

"You're marvelous, Jane," she said, "You know how to please a person." "I'm
both the Mistress of Pleasure and the Mistress of Pain," I said.