Worship Me Part 43
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 173

Roger and I went by Kelly's antique shop once the meeting was over. While it
was late, I knew that Kelly would be interested in what had been discussed. I
had thought of her when it seemed Major Smith had been receptive about taking
Roger and I on board. I wanted to see if she would want to join us.

No lights were on in the shop when I wrapped on the door, but Kelly, who lived
above the shop, heard my knock. Soon a light appeared in the back room, and
then she unlocked the door for us.

Roger and I entered and I made the introductions. It was clear from the
instant I saw her; I could tell she had been working out and undoubtedly
taking her 'supplement' pills.

"Come upstairs," Kelly said, "I'll put some coffee on or water for tea if you
prefer."

Roger and I followed Kelly up the narrow staircase. Her long legs and calves
showed signs of muscle definition as she took the stairs. I declined the
coffee or tea and had bottled water, Roger accepted the tea and watched Kelly
as she put the kettle on and got a mug from a nearby cupboard.

Once seated around her small table in the tidy kitchen, I said, "We just got
done with a meeting over at Biomax. A Major Smith from the Army has asked
Roger and me to come to work for them. It would be an undercover job, not
where we would wear uniforms or anything. I want you to join us."

Taken off guard she looked from me to Roger, then back and said, "But, what
would I do? I don't know anything about the military." "Kelly," I said, "it
would be like we were civilian contractors. All I want to know is would you
consider it. I still have to talk to this major and get the details, but I
just wanted to know if I should include you as part of the team."

"I don't want to say no to you, Jane," Kelly said and reached across the table
and put her hand on mine, "so find out what you can and then you can let me
know." "That's all I wanted to know, Kelly, thanks."

Roger and I said good-bye to Kelly and drove back to Roger's place. "Do you
have any questions about the assignment," I asked. "No," Roger said, "it
sounds exciting. It would be opening a new chapter in my life." "Mine as
well," I said, "mine as well."

Roger bent over and gave me a kiss, and then got out of the car and went
inside. I drove home.

Chapter 174

The following day, John and Gwen were busy packing. "Where are you two going?"
I asked. "We're being reassigned," John said, "now that you're aware of the
Army involvement, it's no longer necessary to have Gwen and I monitor you and
report back to Major Smith."

I hadn't considered this last night, but John was right. "What about the
house, your work," I said. "Our work is the Army," Gwen said, "as for this
house; it belongs to the Army as well. Perhaps someone else will occupy it."

I went into the kitchen and was pleased to see Maria. "Can I get you some
breakfast," she asked. "Yes, Maria," I said, "Bacon, eggs and some coffee,
please." "Yes, Mistress Jane," she said.

"Are you staying, Maria," I asked. "Yes, Mistress Jane, I'll be sorry to see
Mr. John and Miss Gwen leave though." "Me too, Maria," I said.

No sooner had I finished breakfast than the phone rang. It was Major Smith.
After a minute or two of small talk, he asked if I'd be available today and
said he'd be by in an hour when I told him I was free.

Several minutes after hanging up with Major Smith, a van arrived for John and
Gwen. Bags and boxes packed, they loaded everything in the van. We said our
good-byes and the two left. 'It seemed too quick,' I thought.

Chapter 175

Major Smith arrived wearing Chino's, a Polo shirt and loafers. 'Very sporty,'
I thought as I answered the door. He looked ill at ease as he entered the
house. "Are John and Gwen still here," he asked. "No, they're gone," I said,
"they didn't waste any time in getting out of here." "They were heading for
their next duty assignment," Jim said, "that's how the Army is, they don't
like to leave 'assets' in one place for too long."

We sat in the living room, Jim on one end of the couch and me directly across
from him in an end chair. He seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with me.
"Look," I finally said, "you have something on your mind. Tell me what it is."
He now looked at me and said, "Last night, I found that I had no control when
you asked me, you know, to have oral copulation with you. I had no will power;
that makes me uneasy." I smiled at him and said, "You're afraid I'm going to
do that now?" "No, yes, I don't know," he said, "it's just that I prefer to be
in control. I'm a major in the Army, you know." "Well, Jim," I said, "that's
why you're going to have to give me the 'big bucks' because I'm the one who
will be in control. That's why I'm so effective, that and these," and I flexed
my arms.

I was wearing a button down blouse tied just below my breasts and a pair of
low-ride short shorts. Extending my legs in front of me, I tensed my quad
muscles and ran my fingers over the veined surface. 'OK,' I thought, 'I just
have to tease him a little.'

I stopped abruptly and Jim blinked rapidly 4 or 5 times then realized I was
talking to him. "I said, will I be able to stay in this house?" "Yes," he
said. "And Maria and Theresa will stay as well?" I asked. "Yes, they can stay,
the government will cover their salary," he said. "And what's my salary and
that of my two partners?" I asked. "The government is prepared to give you a
half million dollars a year, divided any way you see fit among the three of
you, plus a working budget of another half million dollars. That's one million
dollars all together," Jim said, "I think that's more than fair."

"Major Smith, you have a deal," I said. "Perfect," Jim said, "Are you ready
for your first assignment?" "I suppose so," I said, but thought to myself, 'He
doesn't waste any time.'

Jim went over the assignment. It involved an officer's abuse of power. Two
female soldiers had been raped while stationed at Fort Richardson in Texas.
They had reported it to their families rather than the Army. By the time the
Army had become aware of the situation, both had been killed in action. Major
Smith said the Army wanted to make amends for the rape but wanted to do it
quietly. He also said there may be an accomplice involved in some way.

Major Smith said that I'd have to work undercover, so for the next two hours,
Jim gave me a crash course in military life, who to salute and who not to
salute. He covered a broad spectrum of what I would need to know.

Chapter 176

Once Jim left, I called Kelly and then Roger. I told them of the offer saying
that they would be paid $100,000 a year, plus another $100,000 a year personal
expenses. They couldn't believe it, especially when I told them that they
could move in with me.

Both Roger and Kelly jumped at the chance and said they'd make preparations
for the move and would be situated by the time I got back from my assignment.

Chapter 177

I got a package from Major Smith a day later. It had my travel documents, a
uniform, and the name of the officer who I was to 'take care of.' It also gave
me the name of the NCO who was suspected to be an accomplice. While the
instructions didn't give me a specific duty assignment, there was a letter of
introduction for the camp commander. He was aware of what I would be on post
for and provide back up, should that be necessary. Apparently the military
liked to handle their own messes.

I flew to Texas and rented a car. I drove to Fort Richardson, stopping at the
front gate. I handed my 'orders' to the military police guard and was told to
proceed to the headquarters building to get my parking pass and temporary
billet. I had no idea what a billet was as Major Smith had never used that
word.

At the fort commandants office I checked in and was assigned to the NCO
barracks or billet. I was given a parking pass and asked to wait to see the
commandant.

"Staff sergeant Brown," the female clerk said, and I stood and followed her
into an office. As Major Smith had instructed, I stood at attention and
saluted the man sitting at the desk. He returned my salute and said, "At ease,
Brown." Colonel Wright, said, "That will be all, Jackson," and the clerk who
had shown me into the office withdrew, closing the door.

"Look, Brown, I don't like doing this, especially to one of my officers, but I
understand from the higher ups that there's no doubt Captain Monroe is guilty
of the charges," Colonel Wright said, "It would be an embarrassment to the
Army to pursue a court martial. I also regret the loss of the two women who
served their country abroad and loss their lives doing so." "Yes, sir," I
said.

"Very well, Brown," the colonel said, "I believe you have your housing
assignment and a map of the base. If there's anything you need, here's my
private number," and he wrote it on the back of the map I had received, "check
back with me before you leave, OK?" "Yes, sir," I said again.

"Are there any questions," he asked. "Yes, sir," I said, "may I have Captain
Monroe's and Sergeant Williams's home addresses?" He thought a moment, and
then turned to the computer on his desk. He took the map that he had written
his private number on and jotted the addresses down. "There you go, Brown," he
said handing me the paper back, "and for the record, I hope I don't have to
see you again after this mess is taken care of."

"Yes, sir," I said, "and I hope that's the case as well. I'll make this as
quick and painless as possible." I saluted, as Major Smith had instructed me,
turned and left.

'Colonel Wright,' I thought, 'seemed a grumpy bastard, but it must go with the
job of being a camp commander.'

Chapter 178

I drove to my quarters. A rectangular concrete block structure that was three
stories tall, a sign by the door reading, 'Visiting NCO Quarters'. I parked
and carried my bag inside. As I was walking in, a sergeant was on his way out.
He held the door open for me.

"Can I give you a hand?" he asked. His name tag said, 'Johnson,' and that made
me smile. "No thanks, Johnson," I said, "I got it." "From California?" he
asked. Taken a little off guard, I said, "Yes, how did you know?" "Your
accent," he said, "I can tell where people are from by their accents." "And
where are you from, Johnson," I asked. "New York, but no one ever guesses
that," he said. We had moved inside in a sort of lobby area. The place looked
deserted.

"I wouldn't have guessed New York," I said, trying to steal a glance at my key
to see which room I was in. Fourteen, the tag read, and I started down the
corridor on the left. "Fourteen is the other way," he called after me. I
turned and walked back the way I had come, past Sgt. Johnson.

"What are you here for, Brown," he asked having read my name tag. He fell into
step behind me. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill ya'," I said, and
chuckled.

I stopped in front of number 14 and slid the key in the lock. The door swung
into a stark, barren room. It looked Government Issue; no TV, no radio, no
carpets, just a single bed with mattress and no box spring. 'Maybe all this
money Major Smith waved in front of me wasn't enough,' I thought, 'but then
again, I wasn't expecting the Ritz.'

"Not much to look at is it?" Johnson asked. "No, not exactly home," I said,
"Fortunately it's only temporary." "It's not so bad," he said, "I've been in a
lot of NCO barracks, and this isn't the worst." "This is my first, so I have
nothing to compare it against," I said.

I tossed my bag on the bunk, with my booted foot, kicked the door shut and
said, "So, do you want to fuck?"