Worship Me Part 27
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 95

Gwen, John and I were having breakfast and I filled the two of them in on the
'Bob and Patti incident'. I didn't get into specifics, but John seemed pleased
that the crook, Bob, wouldn't have access to his company's accounts. Patti was
more or less collateral damage. "Thank you, Jane for getting right on the
embezzlement thing," John said, "I've taken the liberty of writing you a
little check. Consider it a bonus." Gwen handed me an envelope with a check
made out to me for $10,000.

"Oh, John, thank you," I said, and leaned over and gave him a kiss on the
cheek, "Thank you." "Please," he said, "you saved the company a bundle." I was
going to ask how much but figured it was not my concern.

John said that Lt. Bowman understood the situation, and was only too happy to
call the police off from tracking me down. 'It's good to have someone to turn
to inside the police department,' I thought.

"Jane," John said, "Gwen reminded me of a dinner I have coming up next week. I
would like for you to attend as my guest." I looked at Gwen and John said, "I
would normally have Gwen accompany me, but there may be some, how should I put
it, unsavory characters at this dinner." "That's fine," I said, "Is it formal
attire?" "Yes," he said, "I'm afraid so, is that a problem?" "No, I'll just
have to see what I have, I may need to go shopping," I said. "Good, good,"
John said.

Chapter 96

Later that afternoon after a day which included a strenuous work out, lounging
in the sun and twenty laps in the pool, I called Jackie, Emily's secretary.
Since she had picked up some clothes for me in the past, I thought who better
to ask for help with shopping than her. We agreed to meet the following day in
the garment district.

"Hi, Jackie," I said as I came up behind her on the street. She turned and I
gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. "Hi Jane," she said, stepping
back to look me up and down, "You look fantastic." "Thanks," I said, "so do
you."

Jackie was a tall, fine-featured transplant from Jamaica that would make any
man's head turn. Not only that, but she was always impeccably dressed. I knew
she'd help me with my search for something to wear.

We went in several shops, but found nothing, and had passed one shop by, but
coming back on the street, we retraced our steps and entered what appeared to
be a shabby boutique. A young red-head was behind the counter. "May I help
you," she asked as we entered. "Yes," Jackie said, "my friend here is looking
for something to wear to a formal dinner party; do you carry anything that she
might look at?" "Certainly," she said, "if you'd follow me," and she walked
down a rack of what I would term 'office attire.' We came to racks filled with
what looked like bridesmaid dresses, prom dresses, cocktail dresses and
wedding dresses.

"You certainly have a wide variety of clothing here," I said as she stopped in
front of a rack of dresses. "Yes, we carry a lot of designer clothing both
large and small. Some items are one of a kind, some very unique," she said,
looking me over from head to foot. This reminded me of the clothing store in
New York that I had been in and found so many great things.

"Would you consider something like this," she said, holding up a gorgeous silk
Chinese sheath with a high mandarin collar. A gold dragon ran across the front
of the dress. "Wow", I said, "That's gorgeous." "Thank you," she said, "if
you'd like to try it on we have dressing rooms at the rear of the store."
Jackie took the dress from the girl and we made a few other selections, and
then headed to the dressing rooms.

I tried on the other items first, saving the green dress for last. I slid the
dress over my head and noted that it fit like a glove. 'Snug, but gorgeous', I
thought as I smoothed the fabric against my abs. You could almost see the
definition of my muscles through the fabric. The hem came to mid-thigh with a
slit on the side that ran nearly to my hip. This allowed me to take my normal
stride. I turned and admired my ass in the mirror and ran a hand over my butt
and the material covering it.

I opened the dressing room door and the salesgirl and Jackie who had been
looking through a rack of clothes turned as one and both of their jaws
dropped. I smiled at the sight and asked, "Do you like it?" Jackie, who was
never at a loss for words, said, "That's it, that's the one." The salesgirl,
smiling, said, "You look fantastic, madam." "Thanks," I said, "but what about
shoes." "We do carry some," she said, "but if you don't find any here, I have
a friend who works at The Shoe Mart, he'll fix you up."

We didn't find shoes, but we drove to The Shoe Mart and the salesgirl's
friend, Barry, helped us. I found exactly what I was looking for, a soft
leather emerald green with a 3-inch heel. Perfect.

Chapter 97

The evening of the dinner party arrived and I thought John was going to have a
heart attack when I walked into the entry hall. "Jane, you're gorgeous," he
said. "Thank you, John", I said, "I hope I'm dressed appropriately." "I think
you are and I know you're going to have every man and most of the women dying
to talk to you," John said.

We drove to the dinner which was being held at an Estate in the Bel Air
section of Los Angeles. The parking valet held the door for me as I got out of
the car and got a good look at my crotch as I turned in my seat. As I stood up
and smoothed down my dress I looked down at the man and asked, "Did you like
that?" He smiled, but I think my directness took him by surprise, and he
didn't answer.

As we walked in, everyone looked in our direction. Those that had their backs
to the door soon turned to see what everyone else was looking at.

A waiter appeared with a tray full of drinks. John and I both accepted one and
mingled with the rest of the crowd. A short time later, the host and hostess
appeared and John introduce me to Mr. and Mrs. Simon Kraemer. Mrs. Kraemer,
Judy, was a petite blonde with big breasts and a stunning figure. 'Obviously a
trophy wife', I thought, 'given the age differential.' She was dressed in a
simple black dress that showed ample cleavage and a lot of back.

John and I moved about the crowded floor and I was amazed at how many people
John knew, both men and women. I kept watching for the 'unsavory' characters
that John had mentioned, but everyone in attendance looked like businessmen
and their wives or girlfriends.

A formal butler announced that dinner was being served and we all filed into
the main dining hall that had been set with two long tables and a shorter
table across one end. Place cards informed guests as to where to sit. If there
was a 'pecking order,' John must have been high up on the 'food chain' as we
took our seats at the head table.

The appetizer arrived and we were midway through when I noticed the parking
attendant come through a side door. 'Great,' I thought, 'someone's Rolls Royce
probably got dented', but that's when I noticed the semi-automatic in his
hand. It was a small .380. He was heading for the head table and as he neared
me, I stuck my leg out at the appropriate time and he stumbled.

Before he could fall, I quickly grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall.
He hit it with a thud and that's when I noticed, all conversation had stopped.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw two other men with similar guns standing
there.

"Drop him, lady," one of the men said, obviously the leader of the three. I
tightened my grip for a moment, crushing his wind pipe, and then let go of the
parking attendant. He hit the floor hard and as I turned to face the other
two, I impaled his gun hand with the heel of my stiletto.

"Move away from him," the leader said. I did, but managed to kick the gun to
John's chair first.

The leader came down the long table and looked at his associate now dead on
the floor. "What the bloody hell," he said and was about to say more when I
hit him with a right to the jaw, shattering it. I grabbed his shirt front with
my other hand and pistoned my right into his nose, breaking it. Blood sprayed
the guests nearest us and I'm afraid my new dress was ruined, but he went down
in an instant, bouncing off the dining table in the process and taking the
remnants of my salad with him. I planted my foot on his throat and pushed.

Before the third intruder could react, John raised the semi-automatic and
fired three shots, the first two hitting there mark, the third going into the
wall where the man had once stood.

As the sound of the shots subsided, I said, "Nice shooting, John." "Thanks,"
he said, "it's been a while since I handled a gun." Then it got very noisy in
the room. Guests were trying to talk over each other and some made a hasty
exit.

John was on the phone quickly and Lt. Bowman was on the scene within
15-minutes. "Lieutenant, this is Jane, Jane, Lieutenant Bowman," John said by
way of an introduction. "Hello, Jane," he said, "I almost feel I know you." "I
imagine you do, lieutenant," I said, "I trust I haven't made things too messy
for you." He chuckled, "Messy yes, but it's been worth the rewards." "Nice to
hear you say that," I said.

Over the course of the next two-hours, statements were given by all those who
remained, photographs taken and the bodies removed. Finally, the last of the
police left, John and Simon huddle to discuss the botched robbery attempt.

"Oh," Judy said, "look at your dress. Come with me," and she led me upstairs
to the master suite. I couldn't help but stare as I walked through the large
double doors. The master suite was about half a tennis court in size and
dominated by the largest bed I've ever seen. "It's a triple wide king," Judy
said, laughing, "You know, in case we have guests over." 'It's a bed that
could accommodate ten, easy,' I thought. "You must have some friendly guests,"
I said, and smiled.

She walked through another door and into a closet that was only half as big as
the bedroom. It was like walking into a clothing store. "Let's see what we
have for you," she said, and went to the corner of the closet returning with
two dresses; one a leopard print and the other a light blue cotton number.
"Either of these should fit," she said, and I took the leopard print and hung
it on the nearest rack.

I slipped my dress over my head and Judy let out a quiet sigh as I stood there
naked. Judy was perhaps 5'-4" had to crane her neck to look at me. "You're
amazing, Jane," she said, "You've got more muscles than any man I've seen." I
smiled down at her and gently said, "Worship me, Judy, make love to your
muscle goddess."

Judy dropped the other dress she was holding and began to kiss my breasts and
run her fingers over my muscles. I allowed her to suck and flick my nipples,
then tilting her head back; I kissed her running my tongue in her mouth.

Breaking free, she stepped out of her dress, then her panties. She had a small
patch of pubic hair and a gorgeous tan, marred only by the tan lines.

I couldn't keep my hands or lips off her breasts, even though I was sure they
were compliments of a doctor in Beverly Hills. My fingers began exploring her
clit as she found mine.

We climaxed simultaneously. I licked her juice from my finger, and said, "I
better be getting downstairs before John thinks you've kidnapped me." I put on
the dress she had given me. It was snug, but hugged every curve and muscle.
Before I left the closet, she ran a hand over my chest and said, "I hope to
see you again, Jane." "You will," I said, sliding my finger along her breast
and making small circles on her nipple, "You will." I left Judy standing there
in the closet wanting more.

Downstairs, I turned to John, "Ready, John," I asked. "Sure," he said, and
turning back to Simon said, "It's been quite an evening, Simon, good party."
"Not lacking for excitement," I added.

Simon said, "Jane, I can't thank you enough for taking care of two of the
three gunmen, and you, John, for shooting that third. I owe both of you a debt
of gratitude. Perhaps I'll be able to repay you some day." "No need for that,"
John said, shaking Simon's hand.

I stepped to Simon and gave him a kiss, then let my tongue wander briefly in
his mouth, teasing his tongue. When we separated, I said, "I think Judy is
waiting for you upstairs," and gave him a wink. Then I turned and John and I
walked to find our car.