Worship Me Part 40
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Note: Thanks to the many 'Worship Me' fans that my story has generated. Jane
will be entering a new direction as you will see in the coming episodes. If
you, the reader, have any suggestions, please let me know at the email address
above.

Thanks, Muscle Fan.

Chapter 157

I hadn't called anyone from the airport or the road as I pulled onto my
street. From the end of the block it looked like a party was going on at my
house. I pulled over and watched. I recognized Margo Turner's car and Lt.
Bowman's Crown Victoria. 'Odd', I thought, 'that they'd be here.' A couple of
black Tahoe's with blacked out windows sat at the curb as well.

I opened my cell phone and dialed Harold Raymond's private line. He picked up
on the third ring. "Hello," he said. "Mr. Raymond, this is Jane," I said, "I
just wanted to let you know that I took care of the problem you were having in
Pittsburgh. I'm at the airport now and will come by the office to give you my
report." "Thanks, Jane," he said, "but I'm going to be leaving shortly.
Perhaps you can come by tomorrow, say around 10:30?" "Sure, Mister Raymond,
not a problem," I said, "See you tomorrow then." And I hung up.

Within minutes, Margo Turner and Lt. Bowman walked out of my house and drove
off. They were followed by Harold Raymond, who I had just talked to, claiming
to be at his office, and Max Krueger. Those two got in one of the black
Tahoe's and drove in my direction. I slumped down in the seat as best I could
so they wouldn't see me. 'What the hell is going on here,' I thought.

A man in a military uniform left the house several minutes later, escorted
outside by John and Gwen. They spoke for a few minutes, then, shaking hands,
the officer climbed into the other Tahoe and left. I noticed as he drove past
me, he had military plates on the car. John and Gwen went back inside to
presumably wait for my arrival.

Chapter 158

I sat in the car and waited twenty minutes. My mind was racing. I took another
BME pill and swallowed it dry. 'Why would an LAPD detective, my psychiatrist,
the head of a major pharmaceutical company and a high ranking military officer
all be at John's house,' I thought. If any one of those people would have been
there, I could have accepted it. If two of them would have been there, it
might have been a coincident, but when I see all of them at the house,
something isn't right.

'Maybe I'm just being paranoid," I thought as I started the car and drove into
the driveway. 'Let's see what John says,' I thought.

"Welcome home," John said as he greeted me at the door. "Thanks," I said,
"it's good to be home." "Yes, welcome back," Gwen said. "So tell me," I said,
"what's new what did I miss?"

John stole a quick glance at Gwen and then said, "Nothing new here. Everything
go OK in, where was it that you went?" John asked. "Yes, yes, everything went
fine," I said, "I was in Pittsburgh. I thought I had mentioned it before I
left." "Well, if you had, it slipped my mind," John said.

'So, they're not going to tell me what that meeting was all about,' I thought.
"It's been a long flight," I said, "I think I'll take a shower and see if
Maria can fix me a sandwich." "Sounds good," John said, "I'm sure you're
tired."

I went to my room and emptied my backpack. I put things away and took the
bottle from BME into the bathroom. Before putting it in the medicine cabinet,
I washed another pill down with a glass of water. 'Something is going on
here,' I thought, 'I just need to figure out what it is.'

I showered, taking my time and letting the hot water run down my body. The
body scrub, shampoo and toweling off afterwards helped lift my spirits. I
slipped into a sleeveless sundress and padded into the kitchen barefoot.

Maria, working at the sink, was humming softly to herself and didn't hear me
enter. I put my hands around her waist when she turned abruptly and cut me
across the forearm with a knife she was using to cut potatoes.

"Oh, Mistress Jane," she said as I took a step back, "I'm so sorry, I didn't
hear you come up behind me. You scared me, are you all right?" "Yes, yes," I
said, "I'm fine," and I took my hand away to look at the cut. There was a
little blood, but it looked as if it would stop shortly. What was odd was that
what little blood that was visible, was purple in color. Rather than a dark
red, my blood was more of a violet color. 'Pretty,' I thought, then, 'am I
suppose to have purple blood?'

"Did you want something to eat, Mistress Jane," Maria asked. Now having lost
my appetite, I said, "No, Maria, I just wanted to say hello, since I've been
away." "Welcome back, Mistress Jane, how was Pittsburgh," she asked. 'So I had
mentioned it, if Maria knew,' I thought. "Pittsburgh was fine," I said, "but
I'm glad I don't live there."

I turned to leave but then turned back to Maria. "Was there a meeting here
earlier, Maria?" I asked lowering my voice. "I'm not sure," she said, "I was
not permitted to go into John's office and he answered the door himself." "So
you didn't see who was here or hear anything," I asked. "No Mistress Jane, I
didn't," she said. "That's OK," I said, "Thank you, Maria."

I left and went out to the patio. I pulled my sundress over my head, folded it
and placed it on a chaise next to me. The afternoon sun and warm California
breeze felt marvelous.

Chapter 159

The following day I called Roger. He seemed very happy to hear from me, which
brightened my day. He wanted me to come by so I said I would and headed for
his apartment straight away.

When I arrived, his living room had several boxes scattered about. My first
reaction was, 'Oh, God, Roger is leaving town.' But I was soon to learn that
was not the case.

Roger and I embraced and I could feel the change in his body. He seemed a bit
taller and was certainly more defined since I had last seen him. He was
barefoot, wearing shorts and a T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders. His
calves and thighs were larger than I remembered and well muscled as was his
arms. I lifted his T and said, "My, you have been working out," and rubbed my
fingers over his six-pack abs.

"I was about to say the same about you," Roger said, "You must have added
30-pounds of lean muscle, Jane. You've been taking those 'supplement' tablets
that Aunt Sheila gave you, haven't you?" "Actually, I've been doing some work
for a company called Biomax that has produced a supplement that they intend to
commercially market," I told him.

"Biomax?" Roger asked, "Did you say Biomax?" "Yes, have you heard of them?" I
asked Roger. "The reason I wanted to see you other than to rip your clothes
off and make passionate love to you, was to show you what I found," Roger
said, "These boxes," and he motioned to them, "are from a storage locker that
I had put my aunt's things in after she died. There's a lot of old pictures,
keepsakes, a pocket watch, some jewelry and ledgers and Aunt Sheila's diaries.
I hadn't really looked at them until recently, spurred on by your tale of
meeting Sheila."

"It's more than a tale, as you call it," I said, "its fact. Anyway, what did
you find out?" "I found some really juicy stuff about my aunt and Charles
Lindberg, but what really got my attention was a passage in one of her diaries
about meeting a friend of Lindberg's who was in the military," Roger told me,
"It seems that the three of them; Sheila, Lindberg and Colonel Raymond were
involved in some sort of undercover military experiment." "Don't tell me," I
interrupted, "the experiment was to breed a 'super soldier', right?" "Ye-Yes,
how did you know," Roger asked.

"Because they, the military, are the ones who developed your aunts
'supplement' tablets," I told him, "the ones I've been taking and that you've
taken. We are their prototypes!" "Holy shit, Jane," Roger said, "We're lab
mice." "I need to think about this," I said, "but right now I need you to make
love to me."

Chapter 160

We got undressed on our way to his bedroom and playfully wrestled for
positions on the bed. Roger's erection was huge and I slowly stroked him and
massaged his scrotum, while he caressed my muscles and nibbled and kissed my
bulging trapezius muscle. He worked his tongue around my nipples, gently
sucking and pulling.

When I felt I couldn't stand it any longer I laid on the bed and guided Roger
on top. My muscular vagina took over as if it had a will of its own, wanting
and demanding pleasure. Our bodies moved as one as I pulled him deeper and
deeper within me. Soon, Roger was helpless to control his own orgasm as I
milked him.

"Ahh," I sighed loudly, "I needed that, "Thank you, Roger." "No," he said,
"It's I who should thank you." We rested all the while touching one another,
exploring each other's body.

Chapter 161

Back in the living room, I asked Roger, "So who did you say that military guy
was that hung around your aunt and Lindberg?" "A colonel Raymond, my aunt
mentions him several times in her diary and then again in a ledger that she
kept," Roger said. "Funny," I said, "that's the name of the Biomax owner. They
must be related, I'm not a big believer in coincident." "What do you want to
do about it?" Roger asked.

'That's a good question,' I thought, 'I know John, Gwen, Harold, Max and Margo
are all in on this as well as some military bigwig, but what exactly was their
game plan. I have to find out, but from whom?' "Listen, I'm going to need your
help, Roger," I said, and filled him in on the plan.

I called Margo and set up an appointment for that afternoon. I told her I
needed to talk to her about my trip to Pittsburgh, and she seemed more than
eager to squeeze me in.

Chapter 162

Roger and I showed up at Dr. Turner's office at the appointed time. Roger sat
in the waiting room once I was shown in. "So, Jane, you wanted to tell me
about your trip to Pittsburgh," Margo asked, indicating the customary chair
facing her desk. "Well, Margo," I said, "actually I wanted to talk to you
about Biomax and Harold Raymond," not taking my seat, but standing to the side
of her desk. "Who?" she asked, looking up at me, and I smiled back at her.

I retraced my steps and opened the outer office door and motioned for Roger to
come inside. "Who's your friend," Margo asked, once Roger entered. "Margo,
this is Roger, Roger, this is Margo, Dr. Turner," I said in the way of
introductions.

"Margo, I'm not going to beat around the bush," I said, "I know you and Harold
Raymond, John and Gwen are all involved in some sort of cover up and I want to
know what it is." "And you brought Roger along to intimidate me," Margo said.
"No, Margo, I brought Roger along to persuade you to talk to me without the
use of violence for a change," I said, "If I wanted to beat you or kill you, I
could do that myself easily enough, and you know that." "And how is Roger
going to persuade me to talk," Margo asked.

Roger smiled at Margo and still without saying a word, pulled his T-shirt over
his head revealing his washboard abs and solid pecs. Margo gave a shallow,
short, gasp, but when Roger unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, her mouth
dropped. "I thought maybe Roger could pleasure you in a way I can't, although
I did enjoy our little love making session as much as you did," I told her,
"now be a good girl and get undressed."

I stepped to the door again and locked it. "Don't want to be disturbed," I
said.

Margo had her blouse off and was unbuttoning her skirt. As she stepped out of
it, I took it from her and laid it on a chair. She was about to remove her
panties, when I stopped her and said, "No, leave them, Roger will take care of
those," and I looked at Roger and he merely nodded, knowing that I wanted him
to put on a bit of a show for Margo.

He guided her to the edge of her desk and then lifted her so that she sat just
on the edge. With his left hand, he spread her legs while with his right, he
guided the head of his massive penis to her waiting clit, still encased in her
nylon panties. With a slow thrust, the head of Roger's cock tore through the
fabric in search of its ultimate target.

'Tell me, Margo,' I thought, 'what are you and Harold Raymond collaborating
on?' "Biomax is consulting with the Army to develop an enhancement drug to
produce a group of 'super soldier'," Margo said. Roger had penetrated her
vagina and was slowly but deliberately thrusting. Margo was moaning softly as
Roger went deeper. 'Who knows about this?' I thought. "The top people at
Biomax," Margo said between gasps, "John and Gwen, of course, as they're
monitoring your progress, Lt. Bowman of the LAPD, and a major Smith of the
Army's black ops group." 'And do they know about Roger,' I thought as I
watched Roger plunge yet deeper into Margo. "No," she said, "only that Roger
is the nephew of the supplements creator, Sheila Parker."

'So, that's good,' I thought, and Margo said, "Oh, that's not just good,
Roger, that's great!" She had thrown her head back and was panting, one hand
rubbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Roger had almost entirely
buried his cock in Margo and I thought, 'Go ahead Margo, climax, enjoy
yourself.'

And as she reached orgasm she let out a cry that brought her receptionist to
the door. "That's OK," Margo said short of breath, "Everything is OK."

'Yes,' I thought, 'everything is OK,' and chuckled to myself. 'Margo,' I
thought, 'why don't you get those last few drops of cum off of Roger,' and she
knelt before him and with one hand on his now semi-erect shaft, tongued him
clean. "Thank you, Roger," she said, getting to her feet. "Any time, Margo,
any time," Roger said, as he absently gave his cock a final stroke.

As Roger and Margo dressed, I said, "I want you to arrange a meeting with
everyone, Margo, do you understand?" She nodded her head. "It's time Roger and
I got filled in on what the Army has done to us and where we go from here," I
said.

As we left Margo's office, the receptionist looked at us oddly, and I thought,
'Go in and pleasure Margo, I know you want to.' As I closed the hallway door,
the receptionist was just disappearing into Margo's office. I smiled at the
thought of her going down on her boss.

Roger and I walked to the car. "That went well," I said. "For you," Roger
said, "I did all the work!" I laughed and replied, "Yeah, and it's a good
thing you love your work too."