Worship Me Part 25
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 87

Roger woke on top of me, and as he stirred, I held him against my body. "Good
morning, honey," I said, and immediately thought, 'this is the first time I
called him honey, isn't it?' He smiled and gave me a kiss, then said, "Good
morning to you, I've got to get up to use the bathroom." "Me too," I said,
following him into his bathroom. He lifted the lid and proceeded to pee in the
bowl. Standing next to him, I did the same and he laughed. "You know, Jane, I
don't think I'll ever get use to you doing that," he said. "Well, just be
happy that I'm not one of those women who will bitch about leaving the toilet
seat up," and we both laughed.

Roger fixed bacon and eggs, while I prepared the toast and coffee. Once seated
at his small table, he said, "OK, tell me what your assignment was and give me
all the details." I did and to his credit, Roger seemed neither squeamish nor
'grossed out' by what I told him.

After breakfast we cleaned up and went to my house. I showed him the picture
and gave him the bottles of supplements and the letter from Sheila. "That's
the picture I was thinking of," he said, "she got me that glove for my 8th
birthday." "I thought so," I said. "But what about these pills that came with
the picture," he said, holding up a bottle. "What about them," I asked, "I
take them. Mine are in a different color bottle is all." "Do you think they're
safe," he asked. "Do you think your aunt would send you something that wasn't
safe?"

Roger thought about that a full minute before answering. "I'm not sure I
believe in ghosts," he said, "so I don't know who sent these to you, but if it
was my aunt, no, she wouldn't send something that would do me harm." "I find
the whole thing hard to believe as well," I said, "but Sheila helped me and
now appears to want to help you. Who knows, maybe we'll become like Batman and
Robyn or some other super hero duo." We both laughed.

Then I realized, Roger and I laugh a lot. 'We fit well together,' I thought.
Maybe Sheila knew that we'd make a good team. 'Partners,' I thought.

Chapter 88

I needed to run some errands for myself and John. I was near Emily's office so
I thought I'd drop in. I entered the lobby and Howard, the security guard
greeted me. "How are you Miss Jane," he said. "I'm fine, Howard, how are you?"
I asked. "I'm doing much better since that guy Bob left," he said. "Bob? Bob
from my old firm," I asked. "That's the guy," Howard said, "Emily found him
skimming the books. Stealing money from the company, so I heard. Anyway, she
asked me to escort him from the building and he pushed me down. I damn near
broke my hip."

"When did this happen," I asked. "That was the day before yesterday," he said,
"I've half way expected him to show up back here with a gun or something."
"I've got to talk to Emily, can I go on up?" I asked. "Oh, sure," he said, "go
right on up. You're looking well." "Thanks, Howard, you take care of yourself
and watch that hip," I said and went up to my old firm.

As luck would have it I caught Emily at Jackie's desk. "Oh, Jane, it's good to
see you again," Jackie said. "It's good to see you too, Jackie," I said. We
made small talk and then Emily and I went to her office. I couldn't hold back
so I asked her about the 'Bob incident.' She told me that she had discovered
him taking money from the corporate account. He was funneling it to his own
private account in the Bahamas and when confronted, had become belligerent and
aggressive. She had had to call security to escort him out.

"Did you mention this to your dad," I asked and Emily reddened. "No, I was too
embarrassed, but I'll have to, he owns the company," she said, "I just wish I
could get the money back." "Why don't you let me have a word with Bob," I
said, "Maybe I can persuade him to give the money back?" "You think he will?"
Emily asked. "I can be persuasive," I said and got Bob's address.

We made small talk for a few minutes and I left.

Chapter 89

Bob Patterson lived in a fairly new condo in the Hollywood Hills. As I pulled
up, I noticed a 'For Sale' sign in front. Parked out front was a car service,
the driver behind the wheel with a phone to his ear. "Here to pick up Bob
Patterson?" I asked the driver. He glanced at me, then looked down and up into
my eyes. "Yeah, why?" he asked. "I'll take care of it," I said, "you can take
off." "Hey, I can't just leave without the customer canceling," He said. I
flexed my bicep and said, "I said, 'I'll take care of it', now take off." "OK,
OK, but there's no refund," he said. "Not a problem," I said as he pulled
away.

I went to the front door and rather than knock, I opened it and walked in. The
condo was oddly silent except for the sound of what sounded like a TV
upstairs. Suitcases stood next to the front door. In the living room, I
noticed several packing boxes, wrapping paper and a roll of tape. I slipped
off my shoes and retrieved the tape and went upstairs as quietly as I could.

'Nice condo,' I thought, 'I wonder how much stolen money had helped pay for
it.' I followed the sound and nudged open one of the two doors to the master
suite. There on the unmade bed was Bob and a blonde, having sex. I watched for
a minute, maybe two as Bob, who was on top, quickened his tempo. Both Bob and
the woman moaned softly and she said, "That's it, don't stop, keep going, oh
yeah, that's it."

I cleared my throat and the world seemed to stop, at least the sex on the bed
ended in an instant. Bob glanced back over his shoulder at me while the woman
raised her head to see where the noise had come from. "Jane?" Bob said, "What
the hell are you ... " and with that I raised a hand for him to be quiet.

"Bob, who is that" the woman said, pointing her chin at me. "Be quiet, Patti,"
he said, "I'll handle this." "What are you doing here," Bob said to me. "Emily
told me that you stole money from the company. I've come to get it back," I
said, "it's that simple. Return it and I leave." "You must be out of your
mind," he said, "I earned that money, I gave five years of my life for that
rat hole, and for what? Daddy wasn't going to promote me." "Bob, who is this
and what is she doing in our house?" Patti asked. "Patti, please," Bob said,
he still lay on top of the woman, who was now trying to get out from
underneath Bob.

Freeing herself from Bob, she glared at me and bent to pick up her clothes.
"Don't bother to dress, Patti," I said, "This will be much more fun with you
naked." "What?" she asked as it not hearing me, "look lady, I don't know who
you are or what this is all about, but you should leave right now before I
call the police." "You're not calling the police," Bob said, and Patti
momentarily stopped getting dressed.

I walked over to her and taking a handful of hair said, "Perhaps you didn't
hear me, Patti, I said no getting dressed and no phoning the cops. All Bob has
to do is give the money back he stole from the company." Tears were welling up
in the woman's eyes and I thought, 'great a puss and a crybaby, this just made
my day.' I let go of her hair and she slumped to the floor. I reached down and
pulled her panties she was trying to put on off her leg.

"Get up, Bob," I said and at first he didn't move, then he reconsidered and
stood up. Using the packing tape I brought upstairs, I taped his hands behind
his back. Then I did Patti's. "Sit on the bed, both of you," I said. They did.
I went to the phone on the night stand and dialed Roger. "Hello," he said.
"Would you like to see first-hand what I do?" I asked. "What, now, sure," he
said all at once. I gave him the address and then standing in front of the
woman said, "Patti, my name is Jane and Bob here tried to put the moves on me
when we worked at the same company."

"Is this what this is all about, payback for being jilted," Patti said, "Bob
and I are engaged. We're going on a trip to celebrate our engagement." "First,
Bob didn't jilt me, he was looking to get me in bed and secondly, he embezzled
from the company, he's not going on an engagement trip, he's going to go get
the money from his off-shore account," I said.

"Bob, is this true, is what this woman says true?" Patti asked Bob. "Patti,
honey, I love you," Bob said, "I did flirt with Jane, but that was before I
met you. As for our trip, it is just to celebrate our engagement. I promise."
And he looked back at me. I said, "So, let me guess, you're going to the
Bahamas, right." Patti looked at me and said, "Yes, how did you know?" "It's a
no-brainer, Patti," I said, "Bob here has an off-shore account there. Your
engagement trip is just a ruse so he can go to the bank and cash out the money
he stole."

Chapter 90

From downstairs, I heard the sound of the front door opening. "Jane," Roger
called. "Up here, in the master bedroom," I said. Roger came into the room.
"Who's this," Bob asked. "This is my partner," I said, "Roger, this is Bob and
Patti. Bob and Patti were on their way to the Bahamas for an engagement
celebration and to clear out money from his account, money that he stole from
Emily and John." "I didn't know anything about the money," Patti was quick to
point out. Bob didn't say a word.

"Why are they naked," Roger asked. "When I got here, honey, they were on the
bed screwing," I said. "Does John know about the theft, is that why you're
here," Roger asked. Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen, then
said to Roger, "he does now," and took the call. "Yes, sir," I said, and
listened for a minute or two. "Yes, sir, I'm here now. Uh-huh, OK, I see. Very
good," I said, "I'll call you when I'm done."

"Listen, both of you," I said, "you have one minute to transfer that money
back to the company or I've been instructed to take care of the problem."
Patti looked from me to Bob and back to me. "What problem," she asked. "You,
Patti," I said, "You're the problem, or at least part of it. What's it going
to be, time's running out."

"Bob, tell them what they want to know," Patti said. Bob remained silent.
"OK," I said, "fine, Roger, would you like to see if you can get Bob to talk?"
"What, how," Roger asked and I whispered in his ear. "Really," he said. "Yes,
honey, I don't mind, this is what I do," I said, "you might as well enjoy
yourself." Patti was looking at us trying to figure out what we were talking
about.

Roger kicked off his shoes, then sat on the edge of the bed and removed his
socks. Next he stood again in front of Patti and removed his shirt and
unsnapped and unzipped his pants. "Bob, please, make him stop," Patti said
franticly. I put a hand on Bob's shoulder to keep him on the bed. Roger had
removed his pants and stood in front of Patti with just a pair of boxers on,
the head of his penis clearly visible in one of the legs of the shorts. I
could tell it took Patti a moment to comprehend what she saw, and then she
involuntarily licked her lips. I smiled to myself and I knew Roger picked up
on it as well.

Roger pulled his boxer shorts down slowly and his semi-erect cock was mere
inches from Patti's face. "Take him," I said to Patti, "Take him in your
mouth." Roger held his shaft out as Patti looked at Bob, who did not return
eye contact, but looked away. I took Bob's chin and held him so that he was
facing his fianc' performing oral sex with Roger.

Roger, now fully erect was thrusting gently, but there was no way Patti could
accommodate him. I bent and whispered in Bob's ear, "Roger is 12-inches and
will screw Patti's brains out unless you get that money back to Emily." "Screw
you, Jane," he hissed. "No, screw Patti," I whispered back. Then I whispered
in Rogers ear and he withdrew and as I pulled Bob off the bed, Roger pulled
the tape off the woman's hands and laid her on the bed. She tried to hold her
legs together, but Roger had no trouble entering her.

Patti began to moan and cry out as Roger went deeper and deeper. Bob stood
transfixed. I again whispered in his ear, "You really are a heartless bastard,
aren't you. Get the money here or I start breaking her when Roger is done."
Bob remained quiet.

Soon Patti fell silent and Roger climaxed. "How was that, honey," I asked. "No
comparison to you, my love," he said, "that's why we're so compatible, and you
know how to handle a man like me." "Yes, I do," and with the tip of my finger
brushed a last drop of semen from his cock and licked it with my tongue. The
move was not wasted on Bob who uttered, "Disgusting."