Xena - My Story, Part 24
By Love My Muscles



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Gloria and I had been back from Miami for several weeks. Gloria had gotten an
award from her therapy association for her paper and I received a paper
certificate for my participation as a way of saying, 'thank you' as the cover
letter said.

A messenger brought an envelope to the door one afternoon. Fiona was busy in
the kitchen and the doorbell caught me as I was heading to my bedroom after
relaxing on the deck.

"Hi," the delivery man said, checking his electronic scanner, "I have an
envelope for ... " He stopped in mid-sentence as he looked up to see me
standing in the doorway. I was naked. The five-foot, six-inch delivery man
looked up at me and swallowed hard. "Yes?" I asked. He blinked several times
and said, "Ah, I, ah, have a delivery for a Xena. It has to be signed for."
His eyes never left mine. I smiled and ran a finger along his jaw line. "I'm
Xena, little man, is that for me," I asked. "What?" he said. I nodded toward
his left hand which held an envelope. "Oh," he said, "yes, this is for you,"
and he smiled broadly.

"Thank you," I said, taking it from his hand. I was about to shut the door
when he said, "Ah, ma'am, you have to sign for it." "Mistress Xena," I said.
"I beg your pardon," he said. "I said it's Mistress Xena, you may call me,
Mistress Xena," I said. "OK," he said, not quite sure of how to proceed, "You
will have to sign for the envelope, Mistress Xena." I handed the envelope back
to him and took his electronic log. Using the stylus, I signed the screen and
handed it back to him. He, in turn, handed me the envelope back.

"Have a good day, ma'am, err, Mistress Xena," and touched the bill of his cap.
"I will," I said, "and you have a good day too. Are you married?" I asked.
Thrown off by the question he said, "Ah, yes, yes I am." "Well, when you get
back in your van," I said, "I want you to close your eyes and masturbate
thinking of me, do you understand?" He hesitated and then said, "Ah, OK." The
unmistakable bulge in his pants gave him away. "Then I want you to go home and
pleasure your wife, do you understand?" I asked. "Yes, mistress Xena," he
said. "Good, now get out of here, I need to masturbate," and I shut the door
but not before seeing the look of surprise on his face. 'Such a simple little
man,' I thought and laughed to myself.

I carried the envelope to my bedroom and opened it. It was an invitation from
Monique Sherman, the wife of producer, Max Sherman. I had attended a party at
their estate the summer before. Monique was a beautiful, petite starlet who
had married Max, giving up her career for a life of wealth. I had sex with her
and she, in turn, had performed fellatio with my 'she-cock'. The prospect of
seeing Monique again was making me hard.

I stepped into my mirrored dressing area and admired my body, examining my
muscled legs and arms and looking in the mirror at the broad expanse of my
back. I ran my hands down my obliques and down my narrow hips. My deeply
tanned body was free of tan lines and I felt the firmness of my buttocks.

I pumped a dispenser and with a palm full of lotion, began to rub the cool
cream into my erect clit. I loved the sensation. I watched myself in the
mirror as I stroked myself, gently at first, but more forcefully after several
minutes. "Hmm," I said, thinking of Monique, as I climaxed, sending my cum
onto the granite vanity. "Ahh," I sighed.

I drew my index finger through my cum and tasted it. 'Sweet and creamy,' I
thought, and wiped away the excess with a tissue. Having taken care of my
sexual desire, at least temporarily, I showered and then with Monique's
invitation, went to see if Gloria was home yet.

She wasn't, but Fiona was in the kitchen preparing a casserole. As I entered,
she was just putting it in the oven. "There," she said, setting the timer,
"that should be ready by the time Gloria and Roger get home." I kissed Fiona
and asked, "What time will they be home?" "In about forty-five minutes," she
said, "just enough time for my chicken tortilla casserole to bake." "A new
recipe?" I asked, peering through the glass window on the oven door. "Yes," Fi
said, "I found it in a magazine." Fiona was always trying new recipes, most of
which were met with unanimous approval by the rest of us.

"What's that," she asked. "An invitation to the Sherman's, that Hollywood
producer that I met last year," I said. "Oh, the party that Ethan took you
to," she said, "the one that you wore the fake tattoos to and not much more".
"Yeah," I replied. "Is this another costume party?" she inquired.

I looked at the invitation and I didn't see that it mentioned 'costumes', but
it did say that dress was 'casual'. "What do you think 'casual' means?" I
asked. "With the rich and powerful, who knows," Fiona said, "but given the
costume party you went to, I think it should have said 'kinky'." We both
laughed. "I'm going to shower," Fiona said, "care to join me?" "Tempting," I
said, kissing Fiona's luscious mouth once more, "but I've already showered."
"Suit yourself, Xena," she said and left.

I strolled onto the patio and walked to the far side of the pool. There, the
sun was still shining and the deck was warm beneath my feet. I lay on a chaise
and must have dosed off because when I woke, Roger was standing next to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were asleep, mistress," Roger said. "I must
have dosed off," I said, "the sun felt so nice, is Gloria home?." Now I was in
the shade. "Not yet, mistress," he said. I stood up and gave Roger a kiss as I
walked around the pool. I stopped halfway and turned and said, "Coming,
Roger?" "Yes, mistress," he said. I smiled at him and said, "Would you like to
tongue my clit before dinner?" "Oh, yes, mistress," he said and followed me
into the house and to my room.

I turned and he sunk to his knees at my feet. Roger was not an accomplished
lover, although Gloria never complained, but I found his small penis and
sub-par performance disappointing. I did like to reward him though by allowing
him to pleasure my clit once in a while as a way of saying thank you for
allowing me to stay in his home. I knew, of course, that he enjoyed servicing
me as much as I enjoyed having my clit drained.

Using his tongue he toyed with my pussy, gently stroking my labia and then
flicking my clitoris. "Ooh, yeah, Roger, that's good," I said as his hands
roamed over my massive thighs and buttock. Without my clit becoming erect, I
still climaxed. Roger was now proficient at taking all of my female juices
without choking.

"Thank you, baby," I said as he lapped the last vestiges of my climax from my
clit. "Thank you, mistress," he said, getting to his feet, "I trust that the
urethra I did is working well." Roger had added an artificial urethra to my
large clitoris so that I could service my partners without squirting my
ejaculate all over. I smiled and said, "I haven't had any complaints from a
partner yet," and ran a finger along his jaw line.

I strolled to kitchen in time to see Gloria come through the door. Attired in
a black mid-thigh skirt and matching blazer over a pale blue silk blouse, with
her hair piled high on her head, she looked every bit the professional
therapist that she was. "Dinner will just be a few minutes," Fiona told the
lady of the house, "If you'd like to change, you have time." "I'll just slip
out of these," she said as she went into the living room and I followed.

She removed her clothes and I unfastened her bra. "Thank you, Xena," she said,
"I can't tell you how lucky you are not wearing a bra." "I've told you not to
wear one," I said, "I don't like what it does to your shoulders," and I kissed
her on her shoulders where the straps had left an indention in her skin. "Half
of my clients would be masturbating during our session if I went without a bra
to the office," she said. "So," I said, "that might do your clients some good.
Get rid of some of their sexual tension." We both laughed as we went back to
the kitchen.

Fiona was just putting the food on the table. We ate and Gloria and Roger
generally mentioned what they did at work that day or what was of interest. "I
had a consult on a woman with a rather large 'camel toe'," Roger said. "Poor
thing," I commented, "can you help her." "Certainly," Roger said, "sort of a
mini-liposuction procedure and maybe trimming of the labia. We'll have her
bikini ready in no time."

I mentioned about the invitation to the Sherman's party. I had told them what
a wild party last years was, however, this was different. "You should give
Monique a call and see what type of party it's going to be," Gloria said,
"when is it?" I gave her the date. "Just my luck," she said, "I'll be out of
town that weekend." "That's the weekend I've got a seminar in San Diego,"
Roger said.

"I will give Monique a call," I said, "would you want to go, Fi, if she says
it's OK?" "Sure," Fiona said, "it would be nice to rub shoulders with the
Hollywood crowd." "Is that all you want to rub with them," I asked and
everyone laughed.

That evening I called Monique's cell that was on the invitation. "So, baby,
what's this party all about?" I asked. "Just a bunch of people in the business
coming for a barbeque, you know how Max likes to entertain," Monique said, "I
thought you might like to meet a few celebrities." "I would, I would, but I'm
more looking forward to getting together with you again," I said. "You must be
reading my mind," Monique said, "Bring a suit, I know you want to show off
poolside." "Are suits required or optional," I asked. She laughed and said,
"Contrary to what people think, the Hollywood A-lister's aren't as immoral as
you might think. Better bring a suit to be safe." "How about if I bring
someone, is that OK?" I asked. "Not a problem, what's his name?" Monique
asked. I chuckled, "His name is Fiona, and she's not a him," I said. "New
lover," she asked. "House mate," I said, "but if you're asking if we sleep
together, the answer is yes, but I want you, baby." "We'll see," Monique said,
teasing me, "I'll add your Fiona to the guest list," and she hung up.

Fiona was excited when I told her.

We left the car with the valet and were asked by a man dressed in a tuxedo our
names. He checked his clipboard and then stepped aside giving a slight bow.
"Wow," Fiona said in a whisper as we walked to the front door where another
tuxedo clad hunk manned the door, "valet parking, security detail, what's with
this place?" "Just a bunch of Hollywood A-list types," I said, "don't go crazy
on me."

The man at the front door again checked our names and opened the door for us.
Fiona and I entered the foyer where small groups of people congregated. I saw
several stars chatting with others, when I spotted Monique in the great room
looking out onto the rear pool area. Her back was to us and she was wearing a
bikini that barely covered her but. "Follow me," I told Fi as we made our way
to where Monique stood.

I slipped my arms around the petite woman and she said without taking her eyes
from what she was looking at outside, "I was beginning to think you weren't
coming, Xena," and she turned and kissed me, letting her tongue explore my
mouth.

When we broke the kiss, I said, "There's no way I would miss your party, baby.
Oh, Monique, this is Fiona, Fiona, Monique." "Thank you for having us, Mrs.
Sherman," Fiona said, shaking Monique's hand, "you have a gorgeous house
here." "Thank you," Monique said, looking at Fiona, "but please, call me
Monique. I trust you brought your suits?"

"Would anyone notice if we hadn't?" I asked. Monique chuckled and said, "For
the average woman, no, but with you, the party would come to a screeching
halt." "Well, we can't have that," I said and taking Fiona by the hand led her
to the patio outside and the pool house beyond.

Demi was just finished changing as Fiona and I entered. She looked amazing in
a dark blue bikini. "All yours," she said as she slipped past us. I looked at
Fiona whose smile was broad from ear to ear. "What?" I asked, "Just another
day in the life of the Hollywood's rich and famous." We stepped out of our
clothes and folding them, placed them in one of the lockers. Fiona had on a
yellow print bikini that form fit her butt and whose top enhanced her breasts.
Her dark brown skin was in sharp contrast to the yellow. I wore my tan thong
that I had worn on the beach in Miami.

All eyes turned as we left the pool house and the low rumble of conversation
seemed to diminish noticeably. "Can I get you ladies a chaise lounge," Jack
asked. Jack is a well-known A-list actor who is best known for his rolls as a
somewhat scary character. "Yes, thank you," I said. He simply turned around
and gestured and two young men appeared each with a chaise lounge. "If there's
anything you ladies need, just let me know," Jack said. "Thanks, Jack," I said
as I sat on the chaise.

Max Sherman came by and I introduced him to Fiona. Max kissed Fiona's hand and
said, "Let me know if I can get you anything." "I think he likes you," I told
Fiona after Max had moved on to greet other guests. "Who likes who," Monique
asked from in back of my lounge.

"I was just telling Fiona that I thought Max liked her," I said as Monique
came around and sat on the edge of my chaise. Monique looked over at Fiona and
said, "Max would love to add you to the list of one of his conquests, and I
wouldn't mind," and she put a hand on my thigh, "but you have to know going in
that he loses interest fast." "I'm not looking for a long-term relationship,"
Fi said, "or for any relationship, but I do believe in seizing an opportunity
when one presents itself."

Monique looked at me and said, "I can see why you like this girl," and
laughed. I placed my hand atop hers and moved it closer to my pubis. "Fiona is
a good friend and an excellent lover," I said, "not to mention one of the best
cooks in the southwest. Let me know, though when we can slip away." Monique
quickly slid her index finger under my bikini bottom and rubbed my pubis. "I
will, baby," she said, "I will, but I have to play the hostess first," and she
stood and moved off.

"It doesn't sound as if Monique minds sharing her husband," Fiona said. "No, I
suspect in his business, faithfulness to your spouse is a myth."

An hour passed and we saw several leading men and women, lesser stars and what
I assumed were directors, producers and maybe screen writers. Monique came by
and said, "Follow me." I got up to leave when she turned and said, "You too,
Fiona." Fi looked at me questioningly and I only shrugged.

We followed Monique up the same stairway that she and I had traveled on my
first visit to her home. When we got to the door to their 'play room', Monique
turned and said to Fiona, "If you wait here," indicating the door, "I can
pretty much guarantee you won't be disappointed." It looked as if she wanted
to ask a question but she opened the door and went into the room.

I followed Monique to her bedroom. As she shut the door behind us, she put a
finger to my lips and said, "Shh, don't say anything," and she knelt in front
of me and moved my bathing suit bottom down my legs. As she did she began
kissing my thighs and once I stepped out of the bottom, she tongued my clit.
"Hmm," I said as I felt my erection grow, "get undressed." I was excited and
had to have her. She stopped briefly and said, "Take me."

I put a hand on either side of her rib cage and lifted her in the air. I held
her in front of me and kissed her navel, and then, taking her bathing suit
bottom in my teeth, tore it from her hips and spat the tattered remains to the
floor. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue and then tossed her on the
bed. I stood looking down at her and grasping a swatch of material in each
hand tore her bathing suit top from her chest.

Looking in her eyes I saw what; a lot of excitement, a little fear, lust,
desire. I removed my bathing suit top and let it fall to the floor and then
knelt between her legs and slowly lowered my body onto hers. She gasped as I
thrust myself into her. Now it was her turn to say, "Hmm," as I began to
thrust my hips. Within minutes she was gasping and panting as I brought her to
one orgasm after another. "Xena, oh, Xena," she said between gasps, "come for
me, fill my pussy," and she kissed my neck as I did just that.

Once I exploded, I collapsed on top of her, and rolled to the side, keeping my
'she-cock' within her. She sat up, straddling my hips, with me still inside
her and said, "OK, stud, now I want you to clean your cum from my pussy," and
she walked forward on her knees until she was over my face. I had to laugh to
myself because I had done this same to many of my lovers. I took her in my
mouth and hungrily drained my fluid from her pussy.

I was surprised to see by the bedside clock that we had been gone from the
party for nearly two hours. I put my bathing suit back on as Monique retrieved
a new one from a dresser drawer, tossing the ruined one in a waste basket.
"Sorry about the suit, baby," I told her. She laughed and said, "That's OK, it
was worth it, besides I have about fifty bathing suits."

We went back toward the stairs and as we passed her 'play room', I asked, "Who
was meeting Fiona?" "Denzel," Monique said, smiling. "Really?" I asked. Still
smiling, she said, "Really. Do you think she was surprised?" I laughed and
said, "I bet."

Out on the deck, Fiona was lying there with a smile on her face. "Did Monique
tell you?" she asked. I nodded, "So how was he?" "Fantastic," she said, "A
great lover, I was not disappointed. I don't think I disappointed him either."
"I'm sure you didn't," I said, "I'm sure you didn't." "How was Monique?" Fiona
asked. "Fantastic," I said, smiling, "A great lover, I wasn't disappointed."
She looked at me and we both laughed.

The sun was starting to go down so Fiona and I went to the pool house to
change. A female lead from a television crime drama was just buttoning her
blouse. We got our clothes and stepped out of our suits.

"Did you girls see who was here, Denzel, I always wanted to meet him," the
actress said. "And did you?" I asked. "No, I was going to introduce myself,
but he disappeared," she said, "before I could talk to him. I can't believe he
didn't come with someone." "Oh, I think he came with someone," Fiona said, and
I turned to her and we both laughed. The actress looked at us and shook her
head and left.

We said our good-byes to Max and Monique, Monique giving me a passionate kiss,
watching Fiona and I walk toward the circular driveway.

Fiona handed the parking valet the ticket for our car and we chatted while we
waited. It was early evening in the southland.

"So I was in the Sherman's 'play room' as they call it and I was looking at
the sex toys hanging on the wall," Fiona said, "and I had my back to the door
when it opened . I turned and there 'he' was." "And what did you do?" I asked.
"Something stupid," she said, "I blurted out, 'I have to have you and I mean
now!," and she giggled, and then asked, "How stupid is that?" "Not stupid at
all, Fi," I said, "you were honest is all, oh, here's our car."

As the car rolled to a stop some twenty feet away, a man got out, but it
wasn't the parking valet that Fi had given the ticket to. I recognized him at
once. It was Mel, the actor I had humiliated the last time I was here.

"You bitch," he said, "I knew you'd be invited to this party. You ruined my
life." "Isn't that ... " Fiona started to say and I raised a hand to cut her
off, "Yes, that's Mel," I said.

Now addressing the man by the car, I said, "Look, Mel, get out of our way and
quit acting like an ass." I took a step toward him and the car. "An ass?" he
said, "You ruin my live and you call me an ass. You made me a laughing stock,
I can't work," at which point he pulled a shiny revolver from his jacket
pocket and pointed it at me. I froze.

"Look, Mel, if anyone screwed up your life, it's you," I said. He looked at me
and said, "But I love her." I cocked my head. This wasn't making sense to me.
"Who," I asked, "What are you talking about?" "Monique," he said, "I love her,
but she's in love with you, you bitch." I looked from Mel back toward the
front door and I saw Monique standing in the doorway, a hand covering her
mouth, watching the drama unfold on her front walk. I caught sight of Fiona.
She too had a hand covering her mouth as if to stifle a scream.

I turned back to face Mel and said, "I love her too, Mel, so why don't you
just piss off," and I took one more stride in his direction.

Then the world seemed to jump into fast forward. There was an explosion, but
not really an explosion, more like the bang of a firecracker going off. I
looked to my left to see where the sound came from and then it came again. I
looked back at Mel, a whiff of smoke came from the barrel of the gun in his
hand. 'Curious,' I thought, and was about to take another step toward him when
I suddenly felt weak. 'I haven't felt weak since I was a kid,' I thought, 'all
this sex and champagne must have taken a toll on me.' One more bang and I felt
a sharp pain in my gut.

I looked down and saw a red stain slowly making its way down my shirt, and I
put a hand on it, and then held my blood stained hand in front of my face. I
dropped my hand and saw that Mel had now placed the barrel of the revolver in
his mouth and watched as a red spray emanated from the back of his head. I
never heard the gunshot, but I did see his knees buckle and he fell to the
pavement face first, the gun clattering some three feet away. I turned to say
something to Fi when my knees felt unable to hold me up.

I slowly knelt on the ground, then doubled over and lay on my side. I was
aware of Monique running down the walk toward me and Fi kneeling beside me,
still with her hand cover her mouth. I smiled at her, trying to reassure her
that everything would be alright.

Monique stroked my hair and put her face next to my ear. "I love you, Xena,"
she whispered. "I love you too," I said, but I couldn't really hear my own
words. "I just need to take a nap," I said, and closed my eyes. I felt cold
and wanted to ask Fi or Monique for a blanket, but then I fell asleep.

In the days and weeks following Xena's murder and Mel's suicide, Gloria won
yet another award, this one from the American Medical Association for her
paper on Xena and her life. A plaque and handsome financial payoff accompanied
the award.

Roger was inundated with women who wanted the vascular implant that he had
performed on Xena. Naturally, he turned them down as their clits were not as
well developed as Xena's.

Fiona, after seeing her best friend and lover gunned down in front of her,
went through extensive counseling sessions with a friend of Gloria's and was
finally able to cope with her loss months after the shooting.

Monique stayed with Mel, but thought of Xena and their sexual liaisons often,
usually when her and Mel were having sex.

Jack married Joy, and they were expecting their first child in a matter of
months following the murder. They both agreed to name the little girl Xena.

This concludes 'My Story'. I hope you have enjoyed the glimpses I have shared
of my life and perhaps shed a tear with my death. If you have or have any
comments, please jot a note to Love My Muscles at covert1@hotmail.com

Thanks and happy reading ... 'kisses', Xena!