Worship Me Part 37
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 140

I met with Harold at Biomax and he filled me in on a little situation that
needed 'cleaning up' as he put it. This was in Pittsburgh at one of their
bottling plants. Apparently an employee overheard another employee talking on
his cell phone about high jacking a shipment full of Biomax product. Since
this was hearsay evidence and the crime hadn't yet happened, Harold felt I
should start earning my keep.

I'd leave the next day, which was fine with me since I had an appointment with
Dr. Turner later that afternoon.

Before heading home, I stopped by the antique shop to check on Kelly. She said
that she was a little sore, but had taken her pill that I had given her and
looked forward to working out later. "I may even close a bit early," Kelly
said. "Don't overdo it, my pet," I said, "you don't want to strain anything.
Take it slow." "I will, Jane," she said, and we kissed as a customer came in,
heralded by the little bell above the door.

"I'll see you later," I said and drove home.

Chapter 141

"Hello, Margo," I said as I entered the doctor's office later that day.
"Hello, Jane," she said, "how have you been?" "I've been fine," I said, "I've
been keeping busy and even have a new employer." "Oh, and what are you doing,
if I may ask," she said. "Same as before; security work, enforcer work," I
told her. "And no regrets?" she asked. "No, like I said before, the only
people I've killed are the ones who deserved to die," I said. "Like the man in
the alley," she said. "Yes, like the man in the alley," I said.

"OK, let's move on to another subject," Margo said, "after you killed that
man, you kissed me. Why did you do that?" I smiled and said, "Because I like
you and I get horny when I kill or destroy someone. I went home and had a long
workout, teasing my muscles. I probably had an orgasm in the shower that
night."

"Jane," Margo asked, "do you talk this way to try to get a rise out of me.
Shock me." "No, doc," I told her, "not at all, you want me to be honest, don't
you?" "Yes," she said, "I do want honesty." "Well, there you have it, Margo,"
I said, "and while we're being honest, you said after I kissed you that you
admired me. How so?"

"I meant I admire your directness and your openness. I admire that you make
your own rules and go through society with not so much as a care or remorse
about your actions," Margo said, "And yes, I do admire your strength and
agility." As I sat there listening, I had been moving my legs back and forth
from side to side, and now watched my massive quads jump as I 'snapped' my
muscles. Ropelike veins stood erect as I playfully traced their outline with
my index finger. 'I love my muscles,' I thought.

"You seem a bit distracted, Jane," Margo said. "Perhaps," I said, "I ran into
an ex-boyfriend of mine a while back. I had dated him in college and he barely
recognized me. Anyway, we met in the lobby of the building that he works in
and I teased him into coming in his pants." "What," Margo said as if she
hadn't heard me. "I made him come in his pants while my muscles teased him," I
said, "I have a knack for making a man or a woman have an orgasm if I want
them to." 'I love having control over people,' I thought, 'they are so weak.'

Margo sat there for a long moment and made more notes on her pad. She looked
across her desk at me and said, "Bring me to orgasm, Jane, make me climax
right now." Slowly I stood and without saying a word, I began to flex my upper
body. I breathed slowly and deliberately. I rolled my shoulders to expand my
traps and then I brought my arms along my sides expanding my chest. Buttons
popped off my blouse and seconds later, the material ripped along the
stitching of the arms, then down the sides where it was tucked into my
mini-skirt. Grasping what was left of the material, I tore it away exposing my
chest and abs.

I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, I moved
to the fireplace against the sidewall. I selected the fireplace poker from the
tools on the hearth. I put the handle of the poker in my mouth lubricating it,
and then plunged it deep into my vagina. Margo let out a soft gasp.

Margo sat frozen, eyes wide and mouth slightly a gap. With my superior muscle
control I let go of the poker with my hands and began to slowly thrust it in
and out using only my vaginal muscles. Softly I said, "Do you like watching
me, Margo? I like to have you watch me." She nodded. I increased the rhythm
and soon the poker was moving at a fast pace. Rather than climaxing, I slowed
the pace once more and withdrew it from my vagina and held the handle to her
mouth.

"Go ahead, Margo, taste my juices, see how sweet your mistress is," I said and
she slowly opened her mouth and touched her tongue to the glistening metal
handle.

I then took the ends of the fireplace poker in each hand and bent it in half,
then bent the two bars again in half once more. Before dropping the bent metal
to the floor, I stuck out my tongue and flicked my bicep while watching
Margo's eyes follow my every move. "Come for me Margo," I whispered, "come for
your mistress."

With a sharp intake of her breath, Margo let out a series of mewing sounds. I
smiled as I knew she had reached an orgasm, all without manual stimulation.
"That's a good girl, Margo," I said, "a very good girl."

I tossed the bent fireplace poker back on the hearth and it landed with a
clatter. I bent and retrieved my skirt and zipped it up. "I hope your other
clients won't mind seeing me naked from the waist up," I said, "I didn't bring
a change of tops with me." "You are the most uninhibited person I've
counseled," Margo said, "here, take my blouse, I have a jacket I can wear."

She removed her blouse and handed it to me. I noticed her bra was a lace
number with soft padding. "Why do you wear a bra, Margo," I asked, "you have
gorgeous tits." "Thank you," she said, "but my breasts aren't firm like yours,
Jane." "Maybe not, but they're too gorgeous to hide under some useless
undergarment," I said. I put on her blouse; although a bit snug, it would have
to do. She went to a coat rack and retrieved her jacket and put it on,
buttoning it.

Chapter 142

The following day I flew to Pittsburgh; "Steel City". I picked up my rental
car and went directly to the Biomax facility, having called the worker who had
overheard one of his fellow employees setting up the high jacking. The
facility was a shipping and receiving warehouse with semi-trailers backed into
loading docks.

We met in the rear parking lot where the employee told me everything he knew
about the upcoming robbery. He had learned that the targeted shipment was a
trailer filled with 6 pallets of Biomax' Muscle Enhancement or BME for short.

Alan, the employee, said there were three people he knew of who were in on the
high jacking. The three were one warehouseman, Derek, here at the shipping
terminal and two non-Biomax people. Alan pointed to the trailer that was being
loaded in shipping bay number 5. "That's the rig," Alan said, "it's due to
leave no later than 7:00 tonight." I looked at the dashboard clock; it was
already 6:30. "That's only a half hour," I said, "tell you what, Alan, get me
in the back of that rig and I'll take it from here. I'll deal with Derek
tonight, you said he works till 11:00, right?" "Yes, ma'am," Alan said.

Once loaded, Alan backed a tractor rig under the trailer and pulled it away
from the dock. He brought the rig to rest a short distance from my car. He
connected the lines and I got in the trailer with my backpack. My pack
contained a change of clothes, toiletries, and a few other items. I used my
backpack as a carry-on for my flight.

Before Alan shut the doors, he mentioned that there was a light on the far
wall. I was glad he mentioned that because it was extremely dark inside the
confines of the trailer. He pulled a hundred yards away, I judged, then cut
the trucks motor. I sat on the floor of the trailer with my back to the wall.
Perhaps ten minutes went by when the trucks engine began again. Then with a
lurch, the truck started moving again. We stopped several times, probably due
to traffic signals or stop signs, but generally kept moving. We had probably
been under way for an hour or so when I could feel the truck slowing down, and
then coming to a stop.

Chapter 143

Feeling my way around in the darkness, I crouched behind the pallet furthest
from the door. No sooner had I crouched down than the back doors opened, a man
pinning the doors to the side of the trailer. He entered with a flashlight in
his hand. As he neared my place of concealment, I stood up and gave him a
quick right to the jaw. He went down with a thud, not having alerted any
others.

"John," a voice called, "John, you in there?" Another man was at the rear of
the trailer staring in to find his friend. "Damn it, John, where are you,"
then he saw the beam from the flash light. He hopped up the bumper and swung
himself into the trailer.

I stood up as the second man approached and he said, "Shit, John, you scared
the ... " and then he realized that I wasn't his buddy, John. He looked at me,
blinking and said, "Who are you, where's John?"

"My name is Jane," I told him, "and John is taking a little nap right now."
Looking around, he spied John's work boots behind the pallet of boxes. "What
the ... " he began to say when I hit him in the stomach. He doubled over
wheezing heavily, trying to suck air into his lungs. I hit him with an upper
cut that shot his head back, catching him on the right cheek, shattering it
instantly. When my left connected with his right eye, I could feel the eye
socket shatter. The man tried as best he could to cover his face, but the
truth of the matter was he was too slow. I stepped into him, driving my right
fist into his left rib cage, then hit him with a left cross on his chin.

I advanced even more, and as his back came in contact with the wall of the
trailer, it was apparent he had nowhere to go. He once again tried to cover
his face but I landed a hard right on the bridge of his nose, breaking it.
Blood gushed as his head snapped back impacting the trailer wall then he fell
forward landing on his broken face. He was barely breathing, but still alive,
at least for now.

Kneeling by John, I slapped his face to wake him up. "Wake up, asshole," I
chided, and slapped his face a little more. Groggily he came to, shaking his
head. "OK, OK," he said, trying to slap my hands away, "What happened?" and
began rubbing his jaw. "Does your jaw hurt, John," I asked and he looked at me
as if to remember me from the past. "How did you know my name?" he asked.
"Your buddy here told me," I said indicating the man still face down on the
floor. "Is he dead?" John asked. "No, not yet, just badly broken," I said.

John was a tall dark haired guy with blue eyes and a decent body. Under other
circumstances I might have been attracted to him, but I had a job to do and I
didn't need to get distracted. "So you two were going to steal the product
here?" I asked, slapping the nearest pallet laden box. Reluctantly, he said,
"Yeah, we have a buyer over in Columbus that was going to buy it from us."
"How much?" I asked. "A quarter of a million," John said. "And it was just the
three of you?" I asked. He looked at me hesitantly again and I said, "I know
all about Derek, back in Pittsburgh, your inside guy." "Yeah," John said
finally, "Just the three of us."

"OK, let's go, John," I said. "Go, go where?" he asked. "Columbus," I said.
"But what about Pete there?" he asked. I got up and walked over to the man
still out on the floor of the trailer and felt his neck for a pulse. It was
slow and his breathing was shallow. I lifted him from the floor and with my
arms wrapped around his rib cage, I squeezed, breaking ribs and crushing his
lungs. Finally I felt his spine snap and I tossed him out the back of the
trailer.

I turned and looked down at John who was trying to get to his feet. "That
should do it for Pete," I said. "You're a tough bitch, aren't you?" he said.
"Tough enough, Johnny boy," and I smiled, "Come on, let's get on the road."

Chapter 144

We drove across the Pennsylvania line into Ohio. We were heading west along
Interstate 70. Three hours passed and it was near midnight when we pulled off
the interstate. John was a good driver, kept a constant speed and didn't 'push
it'.

As he brought the big rig to a stop, he said, "OK, we're going to meet up in
this rest stop here." There were several cars and one or two trucks in the lot
as we pulled in. "What now," I asked. "Now we wait and see who shows up," he
said. "This better not be a trick," I said.

A man appeared on the running board of the driver's side and I caught movement
along my side of the truck in the rearview mirror. I quickly swung the door
open pushing the man who was about to step on the running board off and to the
ground. I was on top of him in a second. I put my knee on his chest and hit
him in the jaw, knocking him out.

I went around the front of the truck and grabbing the man on John's side of
the vehicle by the shirt color and his belt, I literally ran him head first
into the fender of the truck. Before he could regain his balance, I drove my
fist into his gut. Now gasping for breath and having a knot on his forehead, I
shattered his nose with my left. The man hit the asphalt like a ton of bricks.
I went through his pockets and found very little cash. "You were supposed to
get cash, right?" I asked John. "Yeah, so," he said. "This guy doesn't have
any cash on him," I said, and I walked around to the other man I had first
hit. "He doesn't either," I called over my shoulder.

Coming back to the driver's window, I said, "You were going to get stiffed my
friend." "That son of a bitch," John said and opened the door to the cab and
exited the vehicle. He walked over to the nearest man and kicked him in the
ribs, then again and again.

I went to the man who had been on my side of the truck and picking him up over
my head, threw him to the pavement. He landed with a sickening thud. I felt
for a pulse and found none.

"Ready to head back to Pittsburgh, John, or do you want to get some rest?" I
asked. "A few hours sleep wouldn't hurt if you're not in a hurry, Jane." "I
could use a shower and a few winks," I said.

Chapter 145

We drove back the way we had come to a small town, Etna Ohio. We pulled off
the interstate and found a motel that was still open. John went in and paid.
He pulled the truck to the back parking lot and we walked to the room.

"How do you know I won't run off and leave you," he asked. "Because you're
going to be too tired to even move," I said. He looked at me funny as he
unlocked the door and I stepped inside. I gave the room a quick glance, then
reached around him and shut and bolted the door.

"I need to use the toilet," I said and headed into the bathroom. I raised my
skirt and directing my stream, pissed in the bowl. I glanced in the mirror and
caught John looking at me from the room. "Damn," he said, "I've never seen a
woman do that before."

I flushed and leaving the toilet seat up, turned and came back into the room.
I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and then took off my
blouse. "Get undressed, John," I said, "Do it now." He did and when he was
completely naked I was pleased to see he had about a 9-inch cock. Taking hold
of his shaft, I said, "I guess this will have to do," and slowly stroked it.
"Do you like women with muscles, John," I said and gave his cock a squeeze,
and then added, "Don't come until I tell you to."

"Yes, I do," he said. "Good," I said, and smiled as I pushed him to the bed.