Xena - My Story, Part 20
By Love My Muscles



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'Brazen', without shame or embarrassment; that's a word that pretty well
describes me', I thought, 'but I'm curious as to what you, my readers think'.
Write me.

"I got a call from Ethan," Gloria said as she sat on the chaise lounge next to
where I lay. I shielded my eyes against the mid-morning sun and said, "How is
Ethan?" "He's fine," Gloria said, "But he called because he wants you to
accompany him to some Hollywood gala." "What, me?" I said, "Ethan wants me to
be his date?" "Apparently," Gloria said, "he's sending the invitation over. He
said on the phone, and I quote, 'I can't think of anyone but Xena who I would
want to accompany me to the party'."

"I don't have a dress to wear, I mean, look at me," I said, "Can you imagine
me in a cocktail dress?" A faint smile crossed Gloria's lips and she said, "I
can, Xena, don't sell yourself short, what could be more of a turn on than
muscles in a cocktail dress?" Now it was my turn to smile. "OK, OK," I said,
"we'll see."

An hour later, Fiona brought out the envelope. "A messenger just dropped this
off for you, Xena," Fiona said handing me the sealed envelope. I sat up and
took Fiona's wrist and pulled her to me and gave her a kiss. "Thank you,
baby," I said, taking the envelope from her. She laughed as she headed back to
the house.

I pulled the tab opening the envelope. Inside was a formal invitation,
engraved no less. It was for a party this Saturday. It was at one o'clock in
the afternoon. I recognized the address as being in the Hollywood Hills. 'What
kind of a party was this,' I thought, and then I looked in the delivery
envelope again and saw the note.

It was a handwritten note from Ethan which read; "Mistress Xena, I will send a
car for you at one o'clock on Saturday. You may enjoy this party. Wear
whatever you like or nothing at all, it's that kind of a party!" and it was
signed simply, "Your obedient servant, E." 'Hmm,' I thought, 'this sounds like
fun.'

That evening at dinner, I showed the invitation and letter to Fiona, Gloria
and Roger. "I've heard of that party," Roger said, after looking at the
invitation, "It's a yearly thing, held at some producers in the hills above
Hollywood and the guests are all of the Hollywood elite." "What are you going
to wear," Fiona asked, handing Ethan's note to Roger, "or will you go naked as
his note suggests?" "He doesn't suggest I go naked," I said, "I think he just
wants me to know it's casual."

"That isn't what I've heard," Roger said, "I did a breast augmentation last
year on a woman who went to that party and she said that was why she was
having her breasts done." "She was having her breasts enlarged because of a
party?" Gloria asked, and then added, "That sounds a bit insecure." "Maybe,"
Roger said, "But she said there were more boobs and flesh on display, than in
a brothel, her words not mine."

"It sounds like I'll have to go shopping after all," I said, "Where do they
sell sexy-chic in Orange County?" Roger shrugged as he took another forkful of
Fiona's enchiladas. Gloria looked at Fiona who said, "I think I know someone
who can help. I'll give her a call tonight."

Fiona drove as we headed to her friends shop in Anaheim. The shop was in a
strip mall and was wall to wall clothing. The sign above the door read,
'Connie's Custom Costumes.' 'Catchy,' I thought. Fiona introduced me to
Connie, the proprietress. Connie was rail thin with jet black hair cut in a
bob, and an olive complexion. "I make custom costumes, dresses, bathing suits,
whatever," Connie told me, "mostly for the entertainment industry; adult
entertainment that is, what did you have in mind?" "That's just it, Connie," I
said, "I don't have anything in mind."

Connie stood there looking at me, and then turned to Fiona. "Amazon," she
said. "Perfect," Fiona said. I looked from Connie to Fiona and back again.
"So, what's this amazon going to wear?" I asked. Ignoring my question for the
time being, Connie picked up a tape measure and said, "Let me get some
measurements and then we'll work on what will look the best."

"How sexy do you want to go," Connie asked as she measured me. "I've heard
it's really 'off the wall'," I said. "It's up in the Hollywood Hills," Fiona
added. "Not the Sherman party?" Connie asked. "That's it!" Fiona said, "Have
you heard of it?" Connie smiled and putting her tape measure aside, said, "Fi,
I make a lot of costumes for men and women that go to that party, and let me
tell you, they all try to outdo each other." "Well, I guess you better make my
costume the most outrageous," I said.

By the time we left, I felt confident that Connie would come up with the right
costume. "I have faith in her," Fiona said, "she does all of the work herself
and everything is one of a kind. You won't see what you're wearing at the
party."

Saturday arrived and I was a bit nervous as I hadn't heard from Connie,
however, by mid-morning the delivery service dropped off a parcel. "It's from
Connie," Fiona said, bringing it into my bedroom. I opened the box and emptied
the contents onto the bed, a note or packing slip fluttered atop several
sheets of paper and a leopard print kimono, along with several other items in
a plastic bag.

Fiona read the note; "Xena, the material on the paper are leopard spot
temporary tattoos," it said, "I've included enough to cover your pelvic and
butt area as well as your breasts. Have Fiona help you apply them if
necessary. Note that they are not waterproof, however. The kimono may be worn
as a cover up. I've included a few accessories if you care to wear them," and
it was simply signed, 'Connie'.

Over the next hour Fiona and I applied the 'tattoos' to strategic parts of my
anatomy. Fiona had covered my rear with leopard spots and was adding several
to my pubis. "Your touch is making me horny, Fi," I said. "Well maybe I should
put some of these spots on your clit," she replied and laughed.

It was 12:30 when we finished applying my costume. I turned as I looked at
myself in the mirror. "This will have to be the sexiest, most outrageous
costume at the party," I said. Fiona smiled and said, "It's purr-fect,"
growling as she said it. We laughed and I picked up the plastic bag with
Connie's accessories inside.

There was a small tube of adhesive and a plastic bone on a card that said,
'navel applique.' Another card had plastic bone earrings and an elasticized
band had matching bones.

I just put on the leopard print kimono when Fi stepped into my bedroom. "The
car is here," she said. A black limousine was at the curb, a uniformed driver
holding the door open. "We will be picking Ethan up at his apartment in town,
Mistress Xena, there are beverages in the bar and some snacks in the credenza
if you wish," the driver said as I stepped into the car. The car could have
easily accommodated a dozen people, but I had it to myself.

We took the 405 north out of Orange County and wound our way into Beverly
Hills, the car rolling through a wrought iron gate and coming to a stop at a
large building that looked more like a museum than an apartment.

The driver got out and opened the door. Ethan emerged through a black
lacquered door and got in the limo. He was wearing what appeared to be
low-rise women's pants, high-heels and a bikini top. I had to stifle a laugh,
but said, "You look fantastic, Ethan." "Thank you, mistress," he said, "You
look very sexy." I smiled and said, "Thank you and thanks for the invitation,
I'm flattered." He smiled and said, "I couldn't think of anyone who would
appreciate this party more."

We arrived at could only be described as the Sherman estate. The house looked
like a reproduction of the Palace of Versailles, but perhaps a bit smaller.
Liveried valets and wait staff manned the circular drive an entry way. Inside,
maids in short black skirts and white aprons held trays of drinks and
canopies. The only difference between their attire and the traditional maid
costume was that these women were gorgeous with no panties and they were
topless. Ethan and I accepted a flute of champagne from a brunette with large
breasts, her nipples erect. She smiled at me and curtsied.

Before stepping out the rear French doors, I saw at least four movie stars
that I recognized. All nodded to Ethan and looked at me from head to foot. I
was wearing four-inch stilettos with a zebra print, so I was perhaps a foot
taller than Ethan.

Outside a portly man in a toga approached Ethan. "Ethan, I'm glad you could
make it," he said. "Of course, Max, where else would I be. Max this is Xena,
Xena, this is Max Sherman, our host," Ethan said. "Pleased to meet you, Mr.
Sherman," I said, extending my hand. "Please, call me Max," he said and took
my hand and kissed it, "make yourselves at home." I smiled and said, "Thank
you." He moved on to greet other guests. "Is there a Mrs. Sherman," I asked
Ethan. He looked around and finally spotting her said, "The nearly naked girl
by the spa," and nodded in her direction. I turned and across the pool, at the
rear of the deck, stood a beautiful blonde. Ethan was right; she was nearly
naked, wearing a burnt orange mono-kini with small caps covering her areola
that matched the triangular crotch piece.

"That's Monique," Ethan said, "Max married her a year ago. She was on the fast
track to stardom but decided to give that up for this," and he spread his arms
and looked around the palatial home.

Costumes and attire ranged from bathing suits to jean and from lace to
leather. "If you'll excuse me a moment, mistress, I'll get us a refill," Ethan
said, taking my champagne flute and heading in the direction of the bar.

I turned and walked in the direction of Monique. She was talking to a
strikingly handsome actor who had on a kilt and leather vest with no shirt.
His broad chest and defined arms were those of a man who worked out.

Monique watched as I made my way in her direction. The actor, who had his back
to me, must have sensed Monique's distraction because he turned and watched my
approach.

"Hi, I'm Xena," I said to Monique, extending my hand. She took it and said,
"Monique Sherman." I turned to the actor, "Xena," I said. He shook my hand,
"Mel" he said. I squeezed and I noticed the corner of his eyes flinch. "It's a
pleasure to meet you," I said as I brought a little more pressure to bear. His
eyes squinted and he managed to say, "thank you," before I released my grip.

I turned back to Monique and said, "It's a lovely home you have here." "Thank
you, Xena," she said, "and who did you come with?" "I'm here with Ethan," I
said. Monique shot a glance at Mel and then said, "Ah," and then to Mel, "Mel,
darling, please give Xena an I a moment." The actor looked from Monique to me
and said, "Certainly," and walked away.

Monique stood a little over five foot and that was with her heels on. She had
small but firm breast and an athletic body. She looked up at me and said, "Mel
and Ethan are vying for the same part in Max's next movie," she said, "in all
fairness, I favor Ethan, Mel can be a prick; he's a womanizer and a kiss ass.
I just didn't want anything said that would set him off." "I understand," I
said, "thank you. I hope your husband decides on Ethan, he's a sweet man."

Monique smiled and said, "Yes, maybe a little too sweet. So what's your story,
why are you here with Ethan?" 'Beautiful and smart,' I thought. "Ethan and I
are friends, that's all; he said he thought I'd like this party that I'd fit
in," I told her. "And do you, fit in, that is," Monique asked. "Yes, yes I
do," I said, and removed my kimono.

Monique watched as I undid the sash holding the kimono and let out a soft gasp
as she saw my body. "Oh my god," she said softly. I smiled at the petit woman
and said, "Is something wrong, Monique?" "Wh-what," she stammered, "why no,
you're perfect, that is, you look fantastic. I've never seen muscles like
those on a woman." I smiled and flexed my right quad and looked down, tracing
a large vein with my fingertip. I glanced up and saw that Monique had followed
my look, her mouth agape.

I relaxed and bent down and whispered in her ear, "If you'd like to see more,
perhaps we can go somewhere a little more private," and I flicked my tongue in
her ear. She looked up into my eyes thinking about my proposition, and then
taking me by the wrist, led me in the direction of the house.

We passed Ethan who was standing with two very attractive actresses and Max,
who was laughing at joke that had just been told, and went inside. Monique led
me up the stairs to the second floor and down a hallway. We entered a closed
door on the left, and Monique shut it behind us.

I was expecting this to be a bedroom or perhaps a home gym, but when she
turned on the lights, what lay before me was a room with a large rubberized
mat on the floor, a leather sofa, a fur covered stage and a wall that was
lined with everything from dildos' to whips. The lighting was subdued.
"Welcome to our playroom," Monique said.

I stood and turned a complete circle, taking in the room. "Wow," I said, "this
is amazing." She smiled and lightly ran her fingertips down my sternum to my
navel, flicking the plastic bone dangling there. "Cute," she said, "tell me,
Xena, how strong are you?"

I smiled down at her and walked to the wall containing the dildos and other
toys. I selected a two silver ben wa ball, perhaps an inch and one-half in
diameter. "Watch," I said as I faced her and stood with my feet shoulder width
apart. I inserted first one ball and then the other ball and walked back to
where Monique stood. "That was impressive," she said. "That wasn't what I
wanted to show you," I said, "Feel my pussy."

She looked at me a moment and then fingered my clit. "Hmm," I cooed, and I let
the first ball drop into her hand. She held up the crushed metal ball and
looked at it. "But how," she said, "how could you do that?" I reached beneath
my pussy and let the second ball fall into my palm. It too was crushed. "You
asked how strong I was, Monique, suffice to say I'm very strong. Can you
imagine what I could do to a cock? In fact, I'll tell you what I can do," I
said, "I can milk a man's cock or crush it just with my vaginal muscles. My
last boyfriend broke up with me and I crushed his penis until it bled. I'm
sure his new girlfriend was not pleased about that."

She stared at me a moment and then said, "I must have you, get a strap-on from
the wall rack there," and removed her mono-kini. I smiled at her and said, "I
don't need a strap-on, Monique, I'm more than enough to satisfy you," and I
drew her to my chest. With my heels on the top of Monique's head came to my
tits.

Having her pressed against my body was intoxicating. I slowly rubbed her
against me feeling her breasts against my abs, as if she were a doll. I was
fully erect and I carried her to a fur covered platform. As she lay down I
positioned my clit against her labia and thrust gently. She drew in a breath
and held it. I continued until I was fully buried within her.

She had her eyes closed as I began to thrust and withdraw, increasing my
tempo. "Ah, ah," she said, moaning softly, "please, don't stop. Please Xena.
More!" We climaxed together with me collapsing atop her.

"Normally I last a lot longer," I whispered in her ear as I got up. "I'm not
sure I could have taken any more," Monique said, and laughed, "Was that your
clit?" "Yes," I said, "I'm only eight-inches, but that's better than some
men." "It's better than Max, that's for sure," she said, "do you mind if I
take a closer look, I've never seen a clit as big as yours." I was only
semi-erect as I stepped in front of her. She held me lightly, stroking me with
her thumb.

"You have a urethra," she said. "The man I live with did that so that I didn't
squirt all over the place," I told her. "But you still have sex as a woman?"
she asked. "Yes," I said, "and I enjoy it if the man is big enough. I've found
that size does matter, at least with me." I was getting hard again and Monique
took me in her mouth. I came, but less than before and Monique had no problem
swallowing.

"We better get back to the party," she said, putting on her mono-kini and
adjusting the small circles that covered her areola, "although this, I'm sure,
will be my highlight." I smiled and gave her a quick kiss, following her from
the 'playroom', my kimono tossed over one shoulder.

At the base of the stairs, Mel was waiting. "Monique, may I have a word with
you?" "Please, Mel, not now. Let's get together in a little while," Monique
said and started to pass the kilt covered actor. He grabbed her by the upper
arm and pulled her back to him. I grabbed his free wrist and twisted it behind
him as I had the drug dealer, but I wasn't trying to dislocate his. "Let go of
her," I hissed, "or I'll break your arm." He released his grip and she turned
to look at me. I let go of Mel's wrist and he massaged it with his free hand.

"Are you OK," Monique asked me. I smiled and said, "Sure, this bully doesn't
scare me." Mel was quick with his short jab to my midsection. It stung but it
didn't knock the wind out of me. "Is that the best you got, bitch," I taunted.
"Xena, please, he'll hurt you," Monique said. "I doubt that," I replied. He
hit me again, this time higher, just under the ribcage.

Several people now stopped their conversations and were watching, Ethan
amongst them. He stepped forward and said, "Leave her alone, Mel, you big
ape." Mel cocked his arm back to swing at Ethan and I grabbed him just under
his jaw and lifted him, pinning him to the wall. His feet off the ground
six-inches; he grabbed my wrist trying to free himself from my grasp. There
were gasps and murmurs as it dawned on people that I was holding a full grown
man off the ground and against the wall.

Monique looked up at me and said softly, "I think you better put him down
before he chokes to death, Xena." I lowered him to the floor and he doubled
over trying to catch his breath. "I think you better leave now, Mel," Monique
told him. "But I," he croaked, but couldn't get more out. Max appeared,
"What's going on?" "Nothing dear," Monique told her husband, "Just a little
disagreement. Mel was just leaving." "Very well," Max said, nodding to Mel,
and then turned and told everyone, "Let's go back outside, I think there's
still some champagne that needs to be drunk." The crowd thinned.

Monique took Ethan's arm and walked behind the people as they made their way
to the terrace. "You haven't seen the last of me," Mel hissed. I laughed and
lifted his kilt and said, "There's not much to see, now is there," and quickly
dropped it. His punch was slow in coming and I grabbed his wrist and again
bent it behind him. This time I took several steps and pushed him through the
front door. One of the valets looked at the actor as he stumbled and almost
fell.

I returned to the party and as I stepped out onto the patio several people
applauded. "Thank you, Xena, that made my decision for me," Max said, "I'm
going to offer Ethan the part in my new film." "Splendid," Monique said. Max
disappeared to find Ethan.

"Perhaps you'll accompany Ethan to the set one day and the four of us can have
lunch," Monique said. "I'd like that," I told her.

In the limo on the way home, Ethan said, "I'm not sure how I can repay you,
Xena, thank you." "It was my pleasure, Ethan," I said, "I'm glad you got the
part. I can't wait to see the movie." "Will you be my date to the opening," he
asked. "I'd love to be," I said, "but will I have to wear clothes to that
event?" and smiled holding open my kimono. "Perhaps a bit more," he said and
laughed.

Gloria, Roger and Fiona couldn't wait to hear about the party. Gloria and
Roger couldn't believe my 'costume'. They hadn't been home when I left that
afternoon.

I felt like a schoolgirl reporting to her parents about her night at the prom.
I told them what they had to eat, drink and who was there and what they wore.
I told them about the fight with Mel, Roger adding that he had always heard
the guy was an 'asshole', and I mentioned about having sex with Monique.

We talked and I answered questions for nearly two hours. Finally, I said, "I
need some sleep. Do you have any strong detergent that will take these tattoos
off," I asked Gloria. She shook her head, but Roger said, "I have some
Chlorexidine that will remove those." "Great, Roger," I said, "could you bring
it by?" "Sure," he said and we parted ways.

I had just turned on the shower when there was a light rap at the door. I
opened it and Roger stood there in his scrubs with the bottle of soap. "This
is strong, so it won't take much," he said, handing me the bottle, and turning
to leave. "Roger," I said, "come in a minute."

He came in and I shut the door. "I just want to say thank you for letting me
stay here, it means a lot since Jack and I broke up," I said. "You're more
than welcome for as long as you like, Xena," Roger said, "by the way, I take
it the penis, ahh, er clit, is functioning properly?" I laughed and said,
"I've started thinking of it as a penis too, but yes, I love it, would you
like to see?" He nodded and I began to fondle my clit. As I did, Roger sat on
the edge of the bed, watching. When I was six-inches he grasped it gently by
the head and looked along the bottom of the shaft where he had made his
incision. "It's healed beautifully," he said, "barely a scar."

"Come in the bathroom, Roger, I want you to stroke my cock," I told him. He
followed me to the sink. "Watch as you stroke me," I said. he stood behind me
and began to gently stroke my clit. "Hmm," I said, "You have such a gentle
touch." Through half closed lids I watched as he stroked my shaft, until I
felt myself about to come. With a final stroke, I sent a stream of cum into
the basin.

"Lick the last droplets from me, Roger," I said. He did and I said, "Thank
you, Roger. Go pleasure Gloria now, but think of me while you're having sex."
He looked at me a moment and then left. I knew he'd have my vision in his mind
as he made love to Gloria and I smiled at that prospect.

I stepped into the shower using the soap that Roger brought. The soap removed
the fake tattoos and I let the warm water cascade over my body.

'Ethan is a sweet man', I thought, 'I'll miss him while he works on Max's
movie'. I lay on top of the bed letting my fingers dance over my muscles. I
was looking forward to seeing Monique again.

To be continued ...