Worship Me Part 31
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 108

I got the name and number of Judy's psychiatrist and made an appointment.
Margo Turner, MD, was a forty-something with auburn hair and a trim body. She
was professionally dressed in a black knee length skirt, white satin blouse
and matching black jacket. He black heels, as did the rest of her attire,
looked expensive.

"Have a seat," she said, indicating the chair in front of her desk, "how may I
help you?" Feeling rather awkward, I said, "I'm not sure, doctor, I have a
job," I started and corrected myself, "that is to say, I perform a service
that is well, stressful, and lately, when I'm performing this service, I find
I get 'carried away', if you know what I mean."

"Please, call me Margo, and if it's OK with you, I'll call you Jane, is that
alright?" "Yes," I said, "that's fine." "Now," Margo said, "perhaps you should
tell me what service this is that you perform." "Before I do, doc, err, I
mean, Margo," I said, "let me ask, is everything I tell you just between you
and I?" "Yes, unless you tell me that you are going to commit a crime," Margo
said, "then I am obligated to tell the authorities." "But what about anything
that I've done in the past, Margo, do you need to report that?" I asked. "No,
only crimes that you are planning to do," she said.

"OK," I said, "in that case, the service I perform is that of a bodyguard, but
I also, how should I say this, kill people." Margo, who's eyes had been on the
writing pad in front of her, looked up quickly and straightened herself in her
chair. "Excuse me," she said, "did you say you kill people?" "Yes, in the
past," I said, "I'm retained to be a bodyguard by a business man, but I work
on a contract, so to speak, to kill people." "And are you having remorse about
the person you've killed?" Margo asked. "No," I said, "not at all. They've all
deserved to die; I've just facilitated their death."

"When you say, 'they', how many are you talking about," she asked. "Well, I
really don't know, Margo," I said as a matter of fact, "I've never kept track,
but I imagine it's around fifteen or sixteen." She had stopped writing and
stared at me, her mouth open slightly as if she was going to ask me something.

The silence broke when she said, "You mean that you've killed fifteen or
sixteen people?" "Yes," I said. "And you have no remorse?" she asked. "No,
like I said, they were criminals, evil or mean people for the most part," I
said. "OK, let's leave that for the moment," she said, "you said that you've
killed these people on a contractual basis. Do you consider yourself a 'hit
man'?" "Sort of," I said, "but maybe more of a 'garbage man', you know, doing
a service and taking the garbage out." "Uh-huh," she said, making more notes.
"And how much do you get paid, if I may ask, for providing this service?"
Margo inquired. I may have actually blushed at that question but I said, "I
don't really get paid. It's just a service."

"So your businessman employer tells you who to kill and you just do it?" Margo
asked. "No, not John, I'm his bodyguard. He pays me," I said, "but I
occasionally get an assignment to 'take care of someone' from the police
department."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Margo sat bolt upright in her chair,
dropped her pen and looked at me. "Jane," Margo finally said, "you're telling
me that the Los Angeles Police Department tells you who to kill? That you're a
contract killer for the police?" "Yes, Margo, I guess I am," I said. Again
there was a long pause all the while she watched me, then said, "You're
telling the truth, aren't you?" "Yes, yes I am," I said.

She looked at the clock on the desk, then said, "That's all the time we have
for now, Jane, why don't you schedule another session with the receptionist
out front, I want to hear more about your work and what's troubling you."
'OK,' I thought, 'good, at least I got the tough part out of the way.'
"Alright," I said, and left.

Chapter 109

I called Roger from the car on the way home and he agreed to come over and
workout. I felt I needed to expend a little energy, besides I hadn't seen him
in nearly a week.

He was waiting for me when I pulled up. Traffic had held me up. I gave him a
hug and a kiss and I could feel that he had bulked up since the last I'd seen
him. Roger went to the gym while I went to my room to get out of my clothes.
When I walked in the gym, Roger was standing before the mirror flexing his
biceps. "Very nice, Roger," I said, "You've really been pumping the iron and
taking your pills." "Yeah," he said, "I have. I like what I see." "So do I," I
said and kissed the nap of his neck.

For the next two hours, we lifted heavy weight, working each muscle group to
exhaustion. Roger and I both shirtless, had sweat dripping from our bodies by
the time we were done. Roger again stood in front of the mirror and flexed his
bicep. I stood behind him and flexed mine. He had a ways to go before he'd
catch me, but he was on his way. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my
tits into his back. "You feel nice next to me," I told him.

He smiled and turned to face me, and said, "You feel nice next to me, too." I
could feel his erection through his shorts. I pulled his elastic waistband
down exposing his erect penis. "Looks like someone is happy to see me," I said
teasingly, as I began to stroke his shaft. He backed up and lay on the press
bench, guiding me so I was straddling his cock. I lowered myself onto him and
slowly began lifting myself up and down on him. I allowed my muscular vagina
to take over and after 20-minutes, we both climaxed.

"Come on, let's shower," I said and we went to my room and made love one more
time under the shower mist.

Later, as we were lying in bed, I told Roger about my meeting with Margo
Turner. He was concerned about her turning me into the authorities. "She said
that she's only required to do that if she has knowledge of a crime that is
about to happen, not ones that are from the past," I said, "I hope she was
telling the truth."

Chapter 110

The next day, I received an envelope from Lt. Bowman. This particular
individual was a woman who was head of one of Los Angeles' notorious gangs.
The gang was comprised of both men and women and was considered especially
brutal. The police department hoped to send a message and strike fear into the
members by cutting off the head of the gang organization.

Rosa Ortiz operated out of a storefront shop in East Los Angeles. The shop,
Rosa's fashions, was located on Atlantic Boulevard. I drove by several times
and the streets were always busy, except at night when the law abiding
citizens were at home and the streets were left to the prostitutes and
gang-bangers.

I waited until midnight and parked a block away. I approached the shop down a
back alley lit only by the light of the moon. Keeping close to the buildings
and staying to the shadows, I spotted the guard at the back door to the dress
shop that Rosa occupied. I watched as the man walked up and down in the alley
with no set pattern. I would have to time this with care. I crept to the wall
of the shop and waited for the man to come close enough. I didn't have to wait
long. I snaked my arm around his neck, his Adam's apple in the crook of my
elbow. I squeezed and he died silently. I retrieved a key ring from a pants
pocket then lifted him into a dumpster.

Chapter 111

It didn't take me long to find the key to the back door. I silently entered
the shop and stopped and listened. A lone light was on at the front of the
shop, but it sounded like voices coming from my right. I looked around the
back rooms on the ground floor then located the stairway to the second floor.
Taking my time, I went up, the voices getting louder. A man and a woman, I
thought. I peered around the corner where the stairway met the upstairs
hallway. There about 10 feet away was another guard. 'How can I get this guy
closer to where I was,' I thought. Then it dawned on me, I only had to give
him a reason to come investigate, so I tapped the stair with my boot.

I heard the man's approach and braced myself to grab him. My timing was
perfect. I caught him by the throat and holding him off the ground merely
waited till he choked out. I held him aloft for a few minutes longer than I
knew it would take him to choke to death, but I wanted to make sure. I laid
him on the stairs as if he had fallen asleep.

Moving quietly forward, I reached the door, turning the knob quietly. I pushed
the door in and found I was in an entry hall. The voices, louder now, came
from my left, so I crept down the hallway.

Motion caught my attention to the left and saw it was a reflection of movement
in the glass of a picture hanging on the hallway wall. I could make out a TV
set with a blurred image and two people on a couch, one on top of the other. I
peered around the corner and only had sight of the woman astride a man on a
couch, a porn movie playing on the TV, I silently moved forward, although the
couple seemed pretty preoccupied with their intercourse.

I stood at the foot of the couch for a few minutes as the woman rode the man's
penis. She was breathing hard and spoke in rushed Spanish. I looked at the
small of her back at the tattoo there; a skull with the words, 'viva la
hermandad' beneath it and the name 'Rosa', just like Sophia, I thought. When
it seemed she was near climax, I moved beside the couple so that they were
aware of my presence.

"La Madre de Dios," she said, "Who the fuck are you," as she ceased moving
atop the man. The man tried to reach quickly beneath the couch and I kicked
his forearm, breaking it. "Oww," he cried out and quickly cradled his broken
arm with his good one. I drove a fist into the man's cheek, breaking bone.
Rosa still hadn't moved as my next hit landed on the man's nose, breaking it
and sending a fine spray of blood onto Rosa's abs and chest. I brought my fist
back and hit the man one more time, smashing more bone and turning his once
fine features to pulp. The man beneath her was now having a difficult time
breathing and I said, "He'll die on his own blood if you don't get up." It
didn't surprise me when she didn't move.

As I stood there and Rosa sat atop the man, his breathing became shallower and
shallower. Soon, he gave a final heave and stopped breathing. Rosa climbed
from on top of the man.

"Pretty heartless, Rosa," I said. Looking down at the man on the couch with
the bloody face, Rosa said, "Yeah, well, he was a good fuck," then looking
back at me, "So who are you anyway?" "I'm Jane," and I slapped her open handed
across the face. She didn't go down but a fine trickle of blood ran from the
corner of her mouth. She touched it with an index finger then looking at it
smiled up at me. "Tough girl, huh?" she said. "Yeah," I said, "very tough."

Rosa stood about 5'-6", almost a foot shorter than I and was a trim 120-pound.
She stood now with her hands on her hips. "I could use someone like you," she
said. "I'm not interested", I said and backhanded her across the face.

Holding a hand to the cheek I had just hit, she said, "What do you want;
drugs, money, what?" "I've got what I've come for," I said, "you." A sneer
crossed her lips and she said, "So that's it, heh, chica, you're just going to
kill me? What gang are you in, at least tell me that." "I'm not in a gang,
Rosa," I said, "I'm doing this for the police, for all the lives you and your
gang have ruined and I'm doing it because I enjoy it." I smiled at her and
unzipped my cat suit.

As I shrugged out of my suit and kicked off my boots, Rosa's eyes widened. "Do
you like what you see, Rosa? Have you ever seen a man or woman with my
muscles? I asked. "La misericordia, no, es sinceramente magn#fico" she said
and I gave her a questioning look. "I said 'Mercy, no, you're magnificent,"
she said. I smiled and flexed a bicep.

"Come closer and kiss my muscles, Rosa. Make love to your goddess, worship
me," I said.