Xena - My Story, Part 19
By Love My Muscles



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Fiona and I finally team up, once to help Gloria with a high profile client
and then again later for self-satisfaction. Thanks to Fiona, and in some ways,
Gloria, I'm coming to grips with just who I am, and I like what I'm
discovering.

The next morning after my break up with Jack, I padded into the kitchen.
"Would you like something to eat?" Fiona asked not bothering to turn around.
"No thanks, Fi," I said, "I'll just have some coffee."

I sat at the table and Fiona brought me a cup of coffee. If my nakedness
surprised her she didn't show it. Today she had on a pair of pale green
Spandex shorts and a matching sports bra that contrasted with her dark skin.
She brought a bowl of cereal to the table and poured milk into the bowl. As
she glanced at the front page of the newspaper, I caught a glimpse of an
article on the front page of the local section, 'Suspected Drug Dealer
Beaten.'

"May I see that," I asked indicating the local section of the paper.
"Certainly," she said sliding it across the table. The short article basically
said that, "Mark Dougherty, 25, had been beaten nearly to death in what police
suspect as a dispute over gang territory. While Mr. Dougherty's injuries were
extensive, he is expected to make a full recovery." The article did not
elaborate on his injuries or say that a woman was involved.

'Maybe he was embarrassed to say a woman beat him to within an inch of his
life,' I thought, 'or maybe the police were keeping that information quiet.'
The article did say that, "An unspecified amount of drugs were recovered as
well as $1,200 in cash."

I looked up from the paper to find Fiona looking at me. "Interesting article,
Xena?" she asked. "Just some druggie that got beat up is all," I said. "No
surprise there," Fiona said and got up to take her cereal bowl to the sink,
"You know, I'd like to say 'thank you' to the person that beat that prick." I
smiled to myself.

"Good morning," Gloria said as she walked in. Gloria had on a terrycloth robe
and was barefoot. "Good morning mistress," Fiona said, "Would you care for
some breakfast?" "Just toast, please, Fi," she said as she sat and glanced at
the newspaper on the table. "Hmm, I see someone finally had the balls to take
out one of those drug dealers," Gloria commented, "but I suppose two more will
take his place." "We were just commenting on that," I said.

Gloria continued to scan the newspaper and when Fiona brought her toast, she
said, "Please, sit down, Fiona." Once seated, Gloria said, "I have a
proposition for you both; a request really. I have a very high profile client
who needs some therapy. The two of you," and she looked from Fiona to me and
back, "would be perfect to help me. It wouldn't take much time and you would
be paid. How does that sound?" "Fine with me," I said quickly. Fiona on the
other hand seemed to be thinking this over. "Who's the client and what exactly
would I be helping with? She asked. "Ethan is an actor and what you and Xena
would be doing is helping with his fantasy," Gloria said. Fiona hesitated and
then said, "Sure, why not?" "Fine," Gloria said, "I'll set it up, thanks."

Ethan (not his real name), is an 'A-list' movie star who, if I used his real
name, you would be shocked. He's handsome, well-built and rich. He's also been
married three times and is usually in the tabloids with some starlet on his
arm. He has a multi-million dollar house in Malibu where we would hold our
'therapy' session.

Fiona and I dressed per Gloria's request. Fiona wore a tan suede micro-mini
skirt with three-inch pumps, no blouse, but a matching tan suede vest that was
held partially open with two silver chains. I wore metallic black leggings, an
emerald green satin blouse and four-inch stilettos. Gloria had on her
three-piece black business suit and carried an attach' case, looking every bit
the professional.

We rolled up to Ethan's house and parked next to a black Bentley. Gloria rang
the bell, Fiona and I standing behind her. "Ah, Gloria, please come in," Ethan
said after opening the door, "Did you have trouble finding the house?" She
kissed Ethan on each cheek and said, "Not at all; Ethan, these are my two
associates, Fiona and Xena," Gloria said. Ethan was shorter than I had
thought, perhaps 5'-6". 'Obviously the 'big screen' made him appear taller', I
thought. "I'm pleased to meet you ladies," Ethan said, shaking first Fiona's
hand and then mine. I couldn't resist giving his soft hand a bit of a squeeze
just to watch him wince.

"Shall we go into the living room?" Ethan asked and led the way deeper into
the house. Ethan had on chino pants, a blue Polo shirt with a sweater tied
around his neck. 'Very preppy', I thought. We stepped into a spacious living
room with a wall of glass facing the Pacific Ocean. The walls, carpeting and
d'cor were almost entirely white with a sprinkling of chrome and black. "Will
this do," Ethan asked Gloria. She looked around and said, "Yes, but what about
any 'prying eyes' on the beach?" The man smiled and said, "The windows are
tinted so that you can only see out, but not in." "Very well, Ethan, would you
like to change?" Gloria asked. "Yes," he said, looking at each of us, "I'll
only be a minute," and he disappeared down a hallway.

"What's he changing for?" Fiona asked Gloria. "Ethan is a cross dresser and is
exploring his sexuality. He's considering sexual reassignment, but of course
his career would suffer as well as his self-esteem," Gloria said quickly. "And
what do you want us to do," I asked. "Play into him," Gloria said, "See where
his fantasies take you, I guess what I'm trying to say is ... " Gloria stopped
as Ethan came back.

The man was wearing pink silk lounging pajamas; the top was cropped, ending
just below his breasts, the bottoms ended several inches below his navel,
leaving his midsection bare. On his feet were open-toed slippers with two-inch
heels. The slippers matched the pink pajamas and I couldn't help but notice
that his toenails were pink as well.

"I'm sorry I kept you ladies waiting," he said as he crossed the room,
"Please, make yourselves comfortable." Gloria unbuttoned her blazer and took a
seat in a wing chair. Fiona gave Ethan a broad smile and said, "I love your
pajamas," and ran her hand from the man's shoulder down his sleeve to his
wrist. "So soft, I bet they feel nice next to your skin," she said. I noticed
that Gloria had taken a legal pad and pen from her attach' case as well as a
small tape recorder. "It does," Ethan said, "I just love the feel of silk on
my skin." "Well, have a seat, sugar," and with an unexpected swipe of her
tongue along the man's jaw line added, "We'll see what else feels good to
you."

I stepped behind Fiona and ran a hand through the gap in her suede vest and
cupped her breast. I fingered her nipple enticing it to an erection, while I
unzipped her skirt with my other hand.

Ethan sat on the couch facing us and crossed his legs, watching the show
before him.

Fi kicked her skirt from underfoot and I brushed my freehand along her abs to
her nylon panty. Her panty was bright red, and I moved my hand lightly over
the fabric, fingering her crotch. Fi, closed her eyes and let her head fall
against my shoulder. "Hmm," she cooed as I rubbed her, "that feels wonderful."

I was watching Ethan on the couch and he was bouncing his leg slightly, his
hands moving slowly along his thigh on his silk pajamas. Gloria raised an
eyebrow as she watched me fondle Fiona.

I kissed the nape of Fiona's neck and with a steady pressure, penetrated her
panty inserting my index finger into her. Ethan's eyes widened briefly and he
ran his tongue across his lips.

I removed my hand from Fiona's breast and with one-hand, unfastened the two
silver chains holding her vest in place. She shrugged from her top and tossed
it on an ottoman in front of Gloria. With my forearm, I lifted both of her
breasts as I continued to massage her clit.

Ethan had stopped bobbing his leg up and down and watched, riveted to what I
was about to do.

Removing my hand from Fiona's crotch, I grasped the waistline of her panty and
tore it from her body, the elastic giving way easily at the hips. I wadded the
material in the palm of my hand and with it pressed against her vagina, began
to insert it.

Ethan licked his lips once more and uncrossed his legs. I could see a small
erection in the thin material. 'Good,' I thought. I glanced at Gloria who had
stopped taking notes and was staring at my hand as I used my finger to insert
the last of Fiona's panty into her vagina.

"Hmm," Fiona repeated, "that feels wonderful." I caressed her body against
mine, allowing my hands to play along her ebony skin.

"Come here, Ethan," I said softly, "remove her panty." The man blinked and got
up and knelt in front of this black beauty. "Go on, baby," I said, "Take it
out with your teeth," and I held Fiona's labia wide with a couple of fingers.
Ethan eagerly tongued and sucked, getting a bit of material. He pulled the
panty slowly from its hiding place, Fi saying, "Yes, oh, yes!"

Once he had extracted the panty from Fi, I retrieved it from Ethan and held it
to my nose. The scent of Fi was musky, yet sweet. With the flick of my tongue,
I tasted the wetness. "Sweet, honey," I said, "You're delicious," and craned
my neck to give Fi a kiss. I squeezed the panty in my fist, drops of Fiona's
wetness dropped onto Ethan's upturned face. I chuckled softly, and casually
tossed the panty onto a glass coffee table. I stole another glance at Gloria
who was now fondling her breast beneath her jacket.

I whispered in Fiona's ear, "Remove my blouse." She turned an unbuttoned my
blouse, having first ran her hands down the satin material. She parted the
material and took it from my shoulders, laying it atop her vest on the
ottoman.

Now without my blouse, Ethan got a look at a true amazon. Still kneeling in
front of me I inhaled, thrusting my chest and said, "Look at me Ethan, look at
your mistress," and I struck a double bicep pose, Fiona stepping to the side
and taking my massive muscle in both hands. Ethan's mouth opened in awe, the
droplets of Fiona's cum still glistening on his cheek.

"Feel my strong, hard, abs, Ethan," I said, "Run your hands over my muscles."
Slowly he reached up and rubbed his soft hands over my abdominals. Gloria I
noticed had removed her jacket.

"Feel my muscular quads, baby, feel the power," I said. Ethan ran his hands
down my abs to my thighs and stroked my legs. I felt myself becoming erect
beneath my leggings and told him, "Now feel my clit, sweetie, feel how big and
hard I am." He lightly touched the inside of my thigh, feeling my shaft. As I
watched his face, he blinked several times and swallowed hard. Gloria began to
unbutton her blouse.

"I have eighteen inch calves, Ethan. Feel them," I told him. With both hands
he gripped my calves and squeezed. I could barely feel him. I chuckled softly
and stepped out of my stilettos and began peeling my leggings from my hips. As
my clit came free of my leggings, Ethan gave a short gasp. I was fully erect.
Fiona was now behind Gloria's chair teasing the therapist's nipples to
erection.

I flexed and relaxed my quads, watching my muscles swell, the veins snaking
beneath the skin. "Don't you just love a strong woman, little man?" I asked.
He nodded and I chuckled once more. "What do you want to do, baby, what do you
want to do to your big amazon?" His mouth moved but no sound came out, and
then he said quietly, "I want to suck your clit." I smiled and again looked at
Gloria and Fiona. Fiona was now standing in front of Gloria, the therapist
lapping at the black woman's pussy. I was becoming even more and more aroused.

"Take me, Ethan, take all of me," I said, "I need to come." His lips like his
touch, was soft and sweet. Regretfully, I exploded sooner than I wanted, in
part because of watching Fiona's thrusting hips. Fi came at the same time that
I did, Gloria lapping nearly every drop. Ethan, however, unable to swallow my
flow of cum, only joked, allowing some to fall to his white Berber carpeting.

Placing a hand under Ethan's chin, I lifted and he stood. I unbuttoned the top
of his pajamas and removed them from his shoulders, rubbing my hand over his
hairless chest. Next, I crouched down, my clit receding and pulled his pajama
bottoms down. He stepped out of them. I was neither surprised nor shocked to
see that he wore a pair of satin panties with a blue leopard print, his small
erection tenting the front panel.

Placing a finger under the waistband on each of his hips, I slid his panties
down his legs, exposing his penis. 'Actresses must be terribly disappointed in
love scenes with Ethan,' I thought as I saw his four-inch cock. My clit was
twice the length and far thicker. I stole a quick glance again to Gloria who
was buttoning her blouse, Fiona was stepping into her suede micro-mini skirt.

'I better finish off Ethan fast,' I thought as I took him orally. "Ahh," he
sighed as I ringed his small member with my tongue, and he came. 'Maybe they
use slow motion when filming Ethan,' I thought as I stood. Even without my
heels, I felt as if I towered over him.

I stepped into my leggings and pulled them up, swaying my hips as the metallic
material hugged my body. Ethan stood there, watching, his flaccid penis spent.
I retrieved my satin blouse from the ottoman and put it on, and then stepped
once again into my heels. I ran a finger down Ethan's chest and flashed him a
smile, but said nothing.

"I'll see you at my office on Thursday," Gloria said, picking up her attach'
case. "Ah, Thursday, yes, I will see you then," Ethan said. "It was very nice
to meet you, Ethan," Fiona said. "It was my pleasure," he said taking her hand
and kissing it.

Ethan looked up at me. I put my arms around him and kissed him, parting my
lips. Ethan did as well and when I explored his mouth with my tongue I
expelled his cum that I had taken from him. I broke our kiss and he swallowed
hard. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," I said smiling.
Again he swallowed and said, "Yes, yes it was, Xena." I looked at him sternly,
"Mistress Xena," I corrected. "Yes, Mistress Xena," he said.

Gloria, Fiona and I drove home. "So, did you girls have fun?" Gloria asked.
Fiona, who was in the back seat, said, "I certainly did, although you owe me a
pair of panties, Xena," and she laughed. I smiled and said, "I couldn't
resist. Now you know one reason I don't wear panties." "Why," Fi said,
"Because you'd be poking holes in them every time you wanted to play with
yourself?" We all laughed.

"You girls did good," Gloria said, "thank you for your help. I'll write you a
check when I get into the office tomorrow." "Do you think Ethan will still
consider that sexual reassignment," I asked. "Perhaps," Gloria said, "I think
the man is confused, but that is one possibility."

"I thought Ethan would be bigger," I said. "The movies make you appear taller
than you really are," Gloria said. "No," I said, "I meant his penis. I thought
he'd be bigger." Again we all laughed.

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The following day, after Gloria had left for the office, I was just finishing
my morning workout, when Fiona came in. Without saying a word, she shrugged
out of the shorts she wore and lifted the T-shirt over her head. "Make love to
me," she said.

I wrapped my arms around her and drew her to my sweaty body. She put her arms
around my body and kissed the top of my chest. Stopping briefly, she said, "I
want to feel that clit inside of me," and continued once again to kiss my
chest and neck.

I picked her up, cradling her like a baby and said, "Let's go to my room. I
want to take my time." Once there, I lay her on the bed and kneeling between
her legs, kissed her pubis and labia. I ran my tongue along her labia to her
clit and teased it with my lips.

"I must have you," she said. I smiled and she guided my clit to her pussy. For
the next two hours we made love, locked in each other's arms, bathed in sweat,
each of us having multiple orgasms.

As we lay there in each other's arms, Fiona was lightly rubbing my body.
"Xena, have you always been a dominatrix?" she asked. I cocked my head to look
at her and asked, "Is that what I am, a dominatrix?" "Perhaps," Fi said, "You
have men and women submit to your will, isn't that what a dominatrix does?" I
considered that for a minute, "I suppose," I said, "but to answer your
question, no, I haven't always been a dominatrix, I guess you could say I grew
into it. It seems the bigger and stronger I got the more I needed to control
people. Control is like a drug."

She was thinking about what I said and then asked, "Speaking of drugs, you did
beat up that drug dealer that was in the paper, didn't you?" "Yes, I did," I
said, "I had just broken up with Jack and I guess my adrenaline was flowing.
Anyway, when I saw him, it was just a matter of 'wrong place, wrong time' for
him." "What did you do?" she asked. "He pulled a knife on me, so I broke his
nose and dislocated his shoulder." Fiona was rubbing my bicep now and I added,
"I think I might have broken a few ribs too. Does that surprise you?" "No, I
suspected that it was you all along," she said, "thanks for telling me, Xena."

I kissed her and asked, "Do you think Gloria knows?" She smiled and said,
"Gloria is a smart woman, of course she knows."

'No secrets in this house,' I thought.

That night Fiona came to sleep with me. After an afternoon of non-stop love
making, we were exhausted. Fiona was breathing heavily next to me while I
watched her magnificent chest rise and fall.

'Dominatrix,' I thought, I had never considered myself that, but I always knew
I was different, both physically and psychologically. 'Maybe it's time I lay
on Gloria's couch and see what she has to say', I thought, 'Or maybe it's just
time to lay Gloria on the couch.' I smiled at that pleasant thought, and
draped my arm across Fiona's chest.

To be continued ...