Worship Me Part 41
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 163

Roger and I drove back to his place. I immediately went through the boxes he
had from his aunt. I separated the ledgers and the diaries and looked at all
the pictures before putting them back into a box of their own. I sat aside a
few of the photographs so that I might take them to the meeting that Margo
Turner was to set up.

Roger busied himself in the kitchen preparing us dinner as I worked my way
through first the diaries, then the ledgers. By the time Roger had everything
plated, I had a pretty good idea about the infancy of the 'supplements' that
Sheila had given me.

"Sheila was something of an amateur chemist," I told Roger over dinner, "and
your aunt, once she immigrated to Hawaii, moved in next door to Charles
Lindberg. The two of them hit it off right away and he bankrolled her
experiments, near as I can tell. Was there chemistry there, besides the lab in
her basement, you bet," I said, "and plenty of it. Our media would have a fit
if I let that get out."

"Yeah," Roger said, "American hero in torrid love affair with Aussie mistress,
swell, just the kind of press we need." "I'm not going to run to the press
with it," I said, "any way, she developed this growth hormone, mostly natural,
but some synthetic ingredients. Because of Lindberg's connections with
government, the Army was immediately interested. They've been interested ever
since."

My cell phone rang and the caller ID indicated it was Margo. "Hello," I said.
"Hello, Jane," Margo said, "I've arranged a meeting with everyone as you
requested. That's not easy you know." "I know, Margo," I said, "when and
where?" "Tomorrow night at ten o'clock at the Biomax offices," she said, "and
they asked that Roger come to." "Not a problem, Margo," I said, "We'll be
there," and hung up. "Tomorrow night at ten," I told Roger, "I'm going to stay
here until then." He got a big grin on his face. "I was hoping you would," he
said.

Chapter 164

I went shopping the next day to get something to wear that night. Roger said
he'd take his aunts things back to the storage unit.

As I was browsing the racks of clothes in a boutique, I casually glanced out
the window and noticed a black Suburban drive by. That in its self wouldn't
have caught my attention, but what did was that it was only traveling about 20
miles per hour. The vehicle then made a U-turn and came back on the side of
the street that the shop is on.

I ducked out the back door and waited in the alley. Soon, a young man with a
crew cut walked casually down the alley, looking left and right. He was
wearing a pullover sport shirt with a sports jacket. He was about to open the
back door of the boutique when I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and his
cock and scrotum with my right.

"Make a sound or try to draw your weapon and I'll crush your nuts and break
your wrist, understand," I asked. "Ye-yes, I understand," he said. "Good. Now
who are you and who do you work for," I asked, and gave his 'package' a bit of
a squeeze. "Mark Brown, ma'am," he said, "Army." "What are you doing following
me?" I asked. "Observing," he said, "making sure nothing happens to you."
That's when I laughed.

I let go of him and said, "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself, don't
you think?" "Ah, er, yes, ma'am," he said. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your
pride or your cock, Mark, but I don't need you to babysit me," I told him.
"But it's order's ma'am," he said. I looked into his eyes and thought, 'come
for me, Mark, you know you want to.' I flexed my bicep, the sleeve on the
blouse I was wearing becoming tight over my muscle. 'Come for me, watch this,'
and I relaxed my arm and again pumped it, this time straining the material
nearly to the tearing point. I flexed once more and the material gave way at
the seam with a ripping sound. At the same time I looked down to see a stain
spread across the fly of Marks trousers. 'Good boy, Mark, Mistress Jane is
pleased. Go back to your car.'

Mark looked at me, his face reddening, turned and jogged back in the direction
he had come. I watched till he was nearly to street then reentered the
boutique. 'Let them watch me, if they like,' I thought, 'Mark and his buddy
will probably sit in their Suburban and play with themselves.'

Chapter 165

I was thinking of the two men in the car when a salesgirl approached. She was
a young black with flawless skin and deep brown eyes. "May I help you," she
said with a smile that could brighten any day. "Yes," I said, "I'm looking for
something to wear to a meeting this evening." "Hmm, formal meeting or drinks
and appetizer type meeting," she asked. "Unfortunately formal," I said. "Well,
in that case, we have a lot of nice pants suits, although I'm not seeing you
in a pants suit," she said. "Thank you, I'm not the pants suit type, not with
thighs like these," I said. "Your thighs are amazing," she said, "and I mean
that as a complement." "Thanks," I said.

She walked me down to where they had skirts, and we browsed the racks
together, yet found nothing that struck me. We were passing a rack of dresses
when one caught my attention. It was a simple leopard print in a soft fabric.
It looked like it might fit, so I said, "I'll try this one on." "Very good,
ma'am," and she walked me to the dressing room.

"I'm Jackie," she said as she shook my hand. "Why don't you stick around,
Jackie," I said, "I might need you." "Very well," she said.

I removed my blouse and skirt as I watched Jackie's face in the dressing room
mirror. Her eyes widened as I stepped out of the skirt. I folded it once and
sat it on the chair, and then with my hands on my hips asked Jackie's
reflection, "So, what do you think?" "You have a fantastic body, ma'am," she
said. I turned one way, then the other, admiring my tan muscular body.

"Pleasure me, Jackie, get on your knees and make love to my clit," I said and
she immediately sank to her knees and put a hand on each of my rock hard butt
cheeks. She began tonguing my clit, then sucking, and then alternating. Jackie
brought me to orgasm in a matter of minutes. 'Damn,' I thought, 'this girl is
good.'

Once satiated, I slipped the dress over my head. The hem stopped about
2-inches below my clit. I turned for her and to admire my reflection in the
mirror. "Fantastic," Jackie said, "It fits like a glove." "I agree," I said,
"I'll take it," and I peeled the soft fabric over my body.

Chapter 166

I redressed and paid for my purchase. Once out on the street, I walked to the
black Suburban and tapped on the passenger side window. The blacked out window
rolled down and I was face to face with Mark once more.

"Hello again, Mark," I said, "I just wanted to let you two know that I was
going to be heading back to John's house now. You know John Stevenson?" Mark
only nodded his head. I smiled. "Good, I didn't want to lose you in traffic,
you know," I said.

Mark's driver was a nice looking brunette with shoulder length hair. She was
wearing a dark blue pants suit. Looking her right in the eye across Mark, I
said, "Hi, I'm Jane, what's your name, honey?" "Judy," she said softly. "Good
to meet you, Judy," I said and extended my arm through the open window so that
we might shake hands. She looked at me nervously and I said, "Don't be afraid,
I don't bite, do I Mark," and smiled at the crew cut man.

Judy shook my hand, a nice firm handshake. 'Nice,' I thought, 'the Army is
training them right.' "Are those pants drying out, Mark," I asked him. He
croaked out a 'yes,' and I said, "I'm sorry, are you and Judy an item, Mark? I
didn't mean to embarrass you." "No, we're not an item," Judy responded
quickly, before Mark could say anything, and I noticed what I thought was a
look of disappointment on Marks face.

"I had to buy a new blouse," I said, and then addressing Judy, "I flexed my
arm for Mark back in the alley and I ripped my sleeve, that was just before he
came. I didn't realize he liked muscles so much, did he tell you?" "He told
me," Judy said. "Do you like muscles, Judy," I asked, "would you like to see
your mistress flex her muscles? I know you want to see me flex again, don't
you, Mark."

"Here's a private showing just for you two," I said, "And Judy, I want you to
pleasure yourself, you need to unwind girl." Gripping the top of the window
frame, I tensed my triceps and watched them bulge. Then I put my right arm
through the open window into the car and flexed my bicep. "Touch it, Judy, run
your hand over my mountain of muscle," I said and she reached out and ran her
fingers over my bicep while she slid her left hand beneath the waistband of
her pants. I saw her fingers massaging her clit beneath the fabric. Soon a
damp spot appeared in her crotch area. She looked at me and blushed. "Don't be
embarrassed, my pet, you wanted to pleasure yourself while worshipping my
muscles, I understand," I said, "but I want you to take care of poor Mark
here, he's ready to explode."

Judy unzipped Marks trousers with her right hand, her left still at work in
her own pants. Mark removed his erection and Judy began stroking his shaft. No
sooner had she taken him in her mouth and brushed some fallen strands of hair
from her face than Mark climaxed. "That was rather quick, Mark," I said, "now
you two have a good day and remember, I'll be at home if you want to tag
along."

I walked back to my car and drove home.

Chapter 167

When I walked in the door, John and Gwen, who had been seated in the living
room stood up immediately and met me in the entryway. "Jane," John said, "I
understand from Margo Turner that you came home the other day and saw our
meeting breaking up. Please understand that it wasn't Gwen and my idea to hide
anything from you, the Army dictated that." "They wanted to observe you
without you knowing," Gwen said, "also to see if you would follow orders. John
and I were just part of that detail."

I grabbed John by the neck with one hand and Gwen's neck with my other hand
and squeezed without much pressure, but they could barely talk and I lifted
them both so that only their toes touched the ground. "I thought you two were
my friends, offering me a job, albeit a cushy one, taking me to Hawaii, and
setting up those kills for Lt. Bowman," I said, "I should be pissed, you
understand that, right?" "Please, Jane," John croaked, "put us down," he
pleaded.

I let go and they almost fell down, but caught themselves in time. As they
rubbed their throats I said, "So when were you approached by the Army?"
"Shortly after you started working for Emily, I believe," John said, "they
wanted Gwen and I to observe you in a home environment, or as close to one as
we could get." "They also wanted to see how you behaved following complex
assignments, taking orders, and that sort of things," Gwen told me. "So," I
said, "I was more or less a guinea pig, huh?" "We like to call it an 'asset',"
John said.

"What do you mean 'we'," I asked John. John looked at Gwen who shrugged and
said, "John and I are part of military intelligence, Jane, John is a
lieutenant and I'm a staff sergeant." This was a lot to take in. My mind was
racing as I looked from John to Gwen and back again.

I needed to burn off some of this adrenaline. I'd have to either kill someone
or pump a lot of iron. I opted for the workout. "OK, I need to pump some iron
and think about things," I told them, and headed off to the gym.

Two hours later I was drenched in sweat. My body glistened as I stood before
the mirror. My physique was chiseled even as I stood in a relaxed position.
'No man or woman could rival me', I thought. My upper body consisted of very
broad shoulders, torso tapering to a wasp like waist, narrow hips and then
flaring out to my massive thighs. My calf muscles were nearly as big as my
biceps. I ran through a series of muscle shots that could only be described as
breath taking.