Worship Me Part 34
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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She was nearly six-foot with a trim body that excited me. I kissed her full on
the lips, then broke the kiss and with the tip of my tongue ran it along her
lips. "Umm," I said, "nice." She blushed and said, "Thanks." "What's your
name," I asked. "Kelly," she said, softly as I kissed her again.

"Well, Kelly," I said, "you have very soft, sweet, lips, has anyone ever told
you that?" "Not exactly," she said, "but my husband said he likes my lips." I
smiled and said, "I bet he likes them on his cock, doesn't he?" Now Kelly was
really blushing and I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so forward, but
I know men." "No," she said, "you're right; he does like me to go down on
him." "Men can be disgusting, Kelly," I said, "Have you ever been with a
woman?" "No," she said as I toyed with a button of her blouse. "All that is
about to change," I told her.

"Lock the front door, Kelly," I told her, "I want to take my time." She broke
free of my arms and locked the front door, turning the open sign in the window
around to the 'CLOSED' side.

I watched as she walked back to me. She had the easy walk of ballerina. "Do
you dance," I asked. "I use to, but then I married and gave it up," Kelly
said. "And you miss it, don't you?" I asked. She sighed and said, "Yes."

"You have a dancer's body. Let me have a look at you," I said, and she did a
slow turn in front of me. "No, no, my pet, I mean without the clothes on," I
said. She stood there, thinking, and I could tell she was debating whether she
had gone too far; whether she should do as I asked or tell me to get out, so I
removed my jacket and began to unbutton my blouse and said, "I won't hurt you,
my pet, but look at my muscles, come and pleasure me."

She stood transfixed as I laid my blouse aside and stepped out of my skirt.
Now naked except for my boots, she broke our gaze and slowly looked at my
body. As her eyes focused on my clit, I said, "Come and pleasure your
mistress, Kelly, I want those sweet lips to caress my pussy." And as she sank
to her knees, she began to tease my clit almost as if she had done it
thousands of times.

"Ahh," I said, "you're magnificent, Kelly. Run your hands over my muscles,
feel your mistress," and she began to run her hands across my abs and my
glutes, then across my quads and down to my calves.

I was nearing my first climax when I said, "I'm going to come, Kelly, and you
will take all of my juices and swallow it, do you understand," and she nodded
her head. My come filled her mouth and she began swallowing quickly.

"Thank you, my pet," I told her and lifted her up before me. I unbuttoned her
blouse and removed it exposing pale, breasts with small areolas. Her right
breast was marred only by several bruises. I unzipped her knee length skirt
and she stepped out of it, I set it aside with her blouse and noticed similar
bruises on her waist. With a finger on either hip, I lowered her panties,
squatting before her. I was pleased to see a hairless mons and began to kiss
her about her clit. As soon as my lips touched her, she tensed. "Be still,
baby," I said softly.

Gently I probed her clit with my fingers and tongue, and soon she spread her
legs a little further apart. I penetrated her with the tip of my tongue at
first, then deeper and deeper. Kelly was moaning softly as I brought her to
orgasm. She shuddered and I thought she may fall, but she steadied herself on
the edge of the counter.

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"Thank you," she whispered. And I brushed a tear from her cheek. "Tell Jane
what's troubling you," I said. And so she did; how she had been abused as a
child and how her husband verbally assaulted her and physically grabbed her,
how he demanded that she do whatever pleased him when it came to sexual
matters. The words tumbled out.

When she had finished, I asked, "Would you like me to take care of your
husband for you?" Kelly looked at me and said, "I'm not sure exactly what you
mean." "What I'm asking is, would you like me to rough up or kill your
husband," I asked. I thought she may say no automatically, but instead she
said, "You would do that for me?" I smiled and said, "I'd love to, believe
me," and I could feel the excitement rise within me, enough that I almost came
again.

We discussed it and Kelly said her husband was due back from a buying trip
that night and that she was nervous about his arrival. She had suffered his
increasing abuse for several years and it had escalated, she told me, to a
point where she was fearful for her life. I brushed her cheek with the back of
my hand and said, "Don't worry, Kelly, I'll deal with your bastard husband."

As we were finishing our plans and getting dressed, my cell rang. It was John.
"Hello?" I said, "Yes," "Alright, I'm just finishing up here, I'll be there in
a few minutes." "I'm sorry," I said to Kelly, "I have to go, but I'll be back
to have a chat with your husband, hang in there, Kelly." She said she would
and when I opened my purse to pay for the photograph, she said, "No, take it,
it's on me, you made me feel more like a woman than any man I've ever been
with." She slid the photo in a manila envelope and handed it to me. I gave her
a kiss and walked out of the shop, turning the sign back to read 'OPEN' as I
went.

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Back at the office building where I had left John, I entered and my cell rang
again. 'What now, John,' I thought as I answered. John said he would meet me
at the elevator on the 21st floor.

I waited with several others and pushed 21 on the call board, and stepped to
the back of the car as I had the furthest to go. A gray haired man in his
sixties was immediately in front of me and I knew he was thinking of the young
girl standing closest to the call board. 'Feel her breasts,' I thought, and
almost immediately he reached out and placed his right hand on her left
breast.

Being caught off guard, she turned and slapped the man across the face. In the
confines of the elevator, it sounded like a gunshot. The other passengers in
the car gasped and I simply smiled.

At the first floor the car stopped at, the gray haired man exited. Once the
door slid shut and we continued up, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of
relief. The girl in the corner of the car straightened the neckline of her
dress and massaged her breast. "Men," I said, "some are so ill-behaved."
"You're right, lady," the girl said over her shoulder and another woman in the
car nodded. A man in the back corner said nothing but wished he wasn't here.

Other's exited leaving me alone till I got to the 21st floor where John was
waiting when the door slid open.

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"Come," he said, "I want to introduce you to Harold Raymond, head of Biomax, a
relatively new pharmaceutical company that's bursting onto the market." John
led me down a corridor and through a set of double doors. Biomax, Inc. was on
the door.

We walked by the receptionist, a cute red-head with bright green eyes. We
walked down another corridor with offices and cubicles on each side. Men and
women seemed to be going everywhere. Everyone seemed very busy.

John stopped at a corner office that was well appointed and knocked on the
door jam. "Harold," he said to the man sitting behind a cherry wood desk,
"this is Jane, Jane, Harold Raymond, the founder and president of Biomax,
Inc."

Harold stood up and I was surprised to see that he couldn't have been more
than 5'-2". 'Crap,' I thought, 'I tower over this guy.' "Hello, Mr. Raymond,
I'm Jane, good to meet you," I said, although I had no idea why John wanted me
to meet him. I shook his hand; it was like shaking a child's.

"John has told me all about you, Jane, and please, call me Harold," he said,
"and I want to say welcome to the Biomax team." I looked at Harold, and then
turned slowly to John. "I'm sorry, Harold, I haven't had a chance to fill Jane
in on what we've been discussing," John said. "Well, in that case, maybe you'd
like to use my conference room to go over what we've been discussing," Harold
said. "Yes, that's a great idea," John said, "thank you."

Harold opened a door and showed us to a small conference room. "Have a seat,
Jane," John said. I sat and John sat next to me. "You have a chance to make a
lot of money here, Jane. Biomax wants you to be their security person," John
told me, "You'd have a working budget, vehicle allowance, key card to gain
entry at any time of the day or night, to any of the Biomax facilities." "But
what do I know about security?" I asked.

"That's the beauty of it," John said, "the security staff is already in place
as well as the hardware and software, all Harold needs you to do is run the
'special unit'; visit the outsource branches, and report to him." "What
'outsource branches,' and are you going to be involved," I asked. "Only on an
as needed basis," John said, "I'd be on retainer and as to the outsource
branches, they're in the orient, Europe and I think there's one facility in
Australia too."

'Wow,' I thought, 'this is a lot to process.' "What sort of salary are we
talking about?" I asked. "Harold threw out a base salary of $350,000, but
that's up to you to negotiate if you think it too low." I thought I was going
to faint, but said, "That's probably acceptable to start." "Good, good," John
said, "Then perhaps we should tell Harold he has a team."

John and I told Harold that we accepted his offer. He said he would set up a
meeting with his security staff within the next few days, and then outlined
what he expected of me. I would be reporting directly to him and handling
things that were, as he put it, 'delicate in nature, but pertinent to the well
being of Biomax.'

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John and I left Biomax. On the way home, I said, "So all I'll have to do is
take care of the muscle for the company?" "Right," John said, "and all I have
to do is smooth the way and take care of some of the clean-up." I smiled and
said, "See, John, we make a good team after all."

On our way, I stopped by Roger's place and dropped off the photograph of
Sheila and Charles Lindberg. Roger wasn't at home so I left the photo in his
mail box. It was bizarre how our lives intersected with that of his late
aunts.

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I got a call from Kelly that night. She had dialed me after her husband, Ken,
had gotten home. She said he had demanded sex with her and grabbed her wrist.
Not enough to do any damage but it scared her none the less.

"Jane, once we had sex and he had dozed off, I got out of bed and was hanging
his jacket in the closet," Kelly said, "then I noticed a bulge in his coat
pocket and it was a pair of women's panties and there was a cocktail napkin
with it and a phone number for Barbie. Barbie, can you imagine?" I asked for
the number and she gave it to me. I told her I'd be there tomorrow at their
shop and that I'd take care of Ken.

I dialed Barbie and the phone rang for a long time before a woman's voice
answered tired from being woken up. "Barbie," I asked. A hesitation and then
she said, "Yes, who's this." "This is Ken's wife," I said, "I want to know
what you and my husband did when he was there." Barbie, now more awake said,
"Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh," I said, "you gave
him a pair of your panties." She laughed, "Oh, that guy, yeah, he fancied
himself as a stud. He gave me a hundred bucks for my panties, and I didn't
even have to have sex with him, he came when I gave him a lap dance." "He
won't be coming to see you anymore," I said, and hung up.