Worship Me Part 20
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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Chapter 67

The next morning, I came into the kitchen and John and Gwen were at the
breakfast table. Maria was just carrying a platter of scrambled eggs and bacon
to the table. "Good morning", I said as I sat down and poured a glass of
orange juice. "Good morning," the three said as if in unison.

I didn't say any more for a minute or two, and then Gwen said, "So tell us
about your 'adventure' last night." "Yes, tell us," Maria said, sitting down.

This had gotten to be almost a ritual after one of my assignments for Lt.
Bowman. My roommates certainly loved to hear about my exploits. I told them
everything in detail, even about leaving my thong for the lieutenant.

"No," Gwen said when I said how I had watched him come from the room and smell
my panties. "Yes," I said, "and then he put them in his breast pocket like a
handkerchief," and I laughed. "I hope he remembered to take them out before
his wife found them," I said.

"Jane," John said, "I've got a meeting in New York City the day after
tomorrow. I'd like for you to accompany me. We'll fly there on Tuesday and be
back on Friday. Gwen will make the arrangements, but she has to stay here and
take care of another matter." "Not a problem, John," I said, "is there
anything special I need to know?" "No," John said, "but you may want to pack a
nice dress or get one there, I've promised to take a client to a Broadway
play." "Sounds good," I said, "I might just pick one up there if it's all the
same to you."

Chapter 68

We landed at JFK and took a cab into Manhattan. We were staying at the
Meridian, a trendy hotel near Times Square.

John's first meeting was tomorrow at ten o'clock, and then we had reservations
for the play at eight o'clock. That left me with enough time this afternoon to
find a suitable dress. I took a cab to the Garment District and window shopped
until a small boutique caught my eye.

"May I help you ma'am," a young blonde asked. "Yes," I said, "I'm looking for
something to wear to a play. I want something dressy, but not overly so, and
of course, something that would work for a woman of my size."

"I think we can find something plus, we offer expert alterations, so I can
guarantee the fit," she said, "I'm Bridget," and held out her hand. I shook it
and said, "Jane."

We walked down an aisle and turned a corner. The shop was deceptively large.
"You have more inventory than I thought," I said. "Yes, we get that a lot. A
lot of smaller designers consign through us so we carry some rather unique
pieces," Bridget said. As she walked, Bridget picked several items from the
racks. What she had gathered, from what I could tell, would have been items I
would have picked. "Ahh," she said, "yes", she said as she picked a sequined
dress off a rack. "This should be good to get you started, Jane," she said as
we came to the dressing rooms.

We entered one of the cubicles and she hung the selections on the hook and
closed the door behind her on the way out. "I'll be back," she said as I heard
her walk back into the shop. I started trying things on, and was about to try
the sequined dress on when Bridget wrapped on the door and opened it. "How's
it going so far," she asked. "I was just about to try on the sequined number,"
I said, and I wiggled out of a skirt.

"Jane," Bridget said, "You have the most fantastic body I have ever seen."
"Thank you," I said, "it's kind of you to say. I take pride in it," and flexed
a bicep for her. "May I?" she asked. "Certainly," I said. She ran a hand over
my bicep, and then tried to squeeze it. "That's hard as a rock," she said.
"Yes, feel my abs, if you like, they're hard too," I said.

"It's quite the washboard you have there, Jane," she said, "and so smooth." "I
don't like hairy women, Bridget," I said, "do you." "No," she said, "I prefer
my women clean as well."

I put the silver sequined dress over my head and allowed it to float down my
body. It was a perfect fit and accentuated my figure. The hem ended about
seven or eight inches above my knees and it felt as though I had nothing on.
'John will go nuts,' I thought. "I like this one," I said, turning to view
myself from several angles. "It looks amazing on you, Jane," Bridget said.

I pulled it over my head and replaced it on the hanger. Turning, I whispered,
"Worship me." Bridget turned toward me and lifted her sweater over her head.
She was small breasted, but her nipples hardened as I touched them with my
finger tips. "Take off your skirt," I told her. She unzipped her skirt.

"Get on your knees and make love to my pussy," I said and she immediately sank
to her knees in front of me. I spread my legs slightly and she began to tease
my clit with her tongue. She was a marvelous lover. Her hands roamed over my
butt and the back of my legs. I was near climax and told her, "take all of my
cum". She did and I held her head fast to my clit.

When I released her she kissed my navel, darting her tongue in and out and
finally running the tip around the rim. She kissed my abs and then made her
way to my areolas and my waiting nipples. She nibbled and sucked and teased
them with her lips and tongue. While her mouth was making love to my breasts,
her hands were worshiping my muscles. Her fingers played over my traps,
biceps, triceps and back.

I did a double bicep pose for her and she opened her mouth as if to say
something but only a soft, "Ahh," came out. With a hand on each side of her
head, I tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. She allowed my tongue
to run around her mouth, and finally to the back of her throat.

Lifting her, I gently put her on the shelf in the dressing room. I spread her
legs and with my tongue, penetrated her vagina. "Oh, Goddess, don't stop!" she
yelled. Had there been others in the shop, they would have come running.
Bridget could hardly control herself and she exploded with a magnificent
climax, drenching my face.

"I'm sorry, mistress," she said looking embarrassed, "I couldn't control
myself." "I understand, Bridget, that's quite all right," I told her, "I'm
glad I could please you."

I helped her down from the shelf. "Tell me," I asked, "do you carry anything,
how should I say it, a bit unusual?" "You mean like cat suits, latex and
leather?" Bridget said and smiled. "Yes," I said. "Certainly, although I'm not
sure what you're interested in", she said, "but follow me, I'll show you that
line of clothing," and we left the dressing area.

Midway down a line of clothing an elderly lady entered the shop. Bridget and I
turned as we heard the door open, the little bell above sounding the entrance.
The elderly patron saw us across the shop, drew in a breath, and turned and
left. Bridget and I looked at each other and laughed, seemed we had forgotten
that we were still naked.

At the back of the store, Bridget paused along a rack of latex garments and
said, "This line is quite popular with the S&M crowd, dominatrix and
submissive's, or just for the housewife who wants to roll play. Please,
browse." I went along the racks of apparel, selecting items here and there,
and went back to the dressing rooms with an arm load of items.

Bridget had dressed and was at the counter when I had finished trying things
on. It was late and she should have closed an hour ago. I grabbed my bags and
headed for the hotel.

Chapter 69

John and I went to his ten o'clock meeting. It was in one of the seedier areas
of Manhattan. The vacant brownstone had a few broken windows and looked like
it could be used for a set on a New York detective show.

Tony Angelo was there along with a bodyguard, a 6'-3" hulk that wore a
perpetual frown. John sat across from Tony at a table which looked out of
place in the dingy room of the downstairs unit.

The bodyguard, whose name I didn't get was standing along the wall on one side
of the door, while I took up a position on the other side of the doorway.
Several minutes into the conversation, Tony asked his bodyguard to step into
the next room. "Go ahead, Maurice, I'll be OK with John," Tony said.

'Maurice', I thought, 'not in a million years would I have guessed that hulks
name was Maurice.' I followed just to make sure Maurice was behaving himself.
As I walked through the door, Maurice grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
He drove his fist into my abs.

Being caught off guard, I was more stunned than hurt. I blocked another blow
and instinctively stepped back. "What the hell?" I said aloud as Maurice
advanced on me. He was nearly to me when I kicked out, catching him in the
knee cap. I had timed it so that I got good extension upon impact and knew
that all my hours on the leg press machine and squat rack had paid off.

Maurice let out a cry as his knee buckled and he went down clutching his knee.
He was in a near fetal position when I kicked him in the face, not that it
would have detracted from his looks. The kick broke his nose and blood was now
streaming from his nostrils.

Maurice tried to get up and planted a beefy hand on the floor to help support
his weight when I drove my stiletto heel through the meat of his hand. Again
he let out a cry of pain and now both John and Tony came through the doorway.

"What's going on here, Jane," John asked. "This prick hit me," I said. Tony
looked down at Maurice who now was up on his good knee, but clutching his
bleeding hand. "Get out," Tony said to his man, but rather than leave, or try
to, he lunged at me.

I caught him with a knee to his nose which having already been broken, was
reduced to a paste. Maurice, blood now gushing from his face, hit the floor
without breaking his fall. 'That can't be good for the face either,' I
thought. Maurice was out cold.

I looked at John and Tony and shrugged. John began to chuckle, but Tony looked
like he was ready to kill someone, hopefully his man, Maurice.

Tony said, "I'm sorry, John, I don't know what was going through his mind,"
then he looked at me and said, "I apologize for my man there. Did he say
anything?" "Not a thing," I said, "I just came through the door and he hit me
in the gut. Maybe he doesn't like women." "Perhaps," Tony said, "well, in any
event, I'll have to find someone else. Would you be interested, my dear?"

"No," I said, "I'm a California girl, I'll stay on the west coast, and
besides, I like working for John, but thank you for the offer." "I
understand," Tony said, "and I understand loyalty. That's a good woman you
have there, John."

As we left, I said, "Sorry to cut your meeting short." "Not a problem," John
said, "we're meeting Tony and his wife for dinner and the play tonight,
remember, I'll get what I need then."

Chapter 70

Tony sent a car for us and we met at a classic Italian restaurant. As John and
I entered, all eyes were on us, or perhaps I should say, me. I was wearing the
silver sequined sheath that I had picked up from Bridget and gray knee length
boots with 3-inch heels. I had to duck to get through the doorway.

The head waiter showed us to our table; Tony and his wife were already seated,
and stood as we approached. Tony said to his wife, "Diana, this is John and
his associate, Jane; John, Jane, my wife Diana." We shook hands and then sat,
John holding my chair for me.

Diana was exquisite. Tall, perhaps 6'-0" and trim with shoulder length auburn
hair and flawless complexion. She was wearing an emerald green dress that was
simple in design yet accentuated her figure. She wore very little eye make-up
if any at all, but had an emerald necklace that probably cost a million
dollars.

We made small talk, looked at the menu, and ordered wine. "Darling," Diana
said to Tony, "I need to use the women's room," and then turning to me, "Jane,
would you like to go?" Since I figured this would give John a few minutes
alone to discuss business with Tony, I said, "Yes, certainly," and we walked
to the rear of the restaurant, every eye following us.