Worship Me Part 29
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 101

Back in LA after a week in Barbados was not only a climate change but a
cultural change. I was eager to see Roger and called him from the airport. We
arranged to have dinner that night.

The car service dropped Judy off, then me and I spent the next hour filling
Gwen, John and even Maria in on all the relaxing things we did in Barbados.
What I did not tell them was about Reginald, the butler and Judy. I didn't
want that getting back to Judy's husband, Simon.

I took a nap and showered in preparation for my evening with Roger. As I was
just getting dressed, there was a rap on the door. "Come in," I said, and Gwen
came in with a large envelope. "I know this is short notice, but John almost
forgot, this has to be dropped off to the name and address on the envelope. I
think it's in the same direction as Roger's so perhaps you can do it on your
way." Inwardly I groaned, but said, "Sure, no problem." "Thanks," Gwen said,
"by the way, you got pretty dark down there. I'd almost let you pass for a
'sister'." I smiled, "I'd have to practice my swagger and slang," I said and
flashed a few gang signs. "OK, OK, not your style, Jane," she said, "don't
forget to drop off the envelope." "I won't," I said, now looking at the name
and address. 'Sonny Bartolli,' I thought, 'where do I know that name from?'

I left early, giving myself enough time to get to the address on the package.
It wasn't too far out of the way, so I was pleased with that. As it turned out
the address was a bar on Olympic in a somewhat seedy area of town. I entered
and immediately became the focus of attention. "May I help you, ma'am," the
bartender asked. "Yeah," I said, "I need to see Sonny Bartolli." "Gino," the
bartender said to a man at the end of the bar, "this lady wants to see Sonny."

Gino, an ugly looking guy that looked like he was a former prizefighter,
walked down the bar towards me. "What do you want Sonny for," he asked. "Look,
Gino," I said, "I just need to see Sonny, OK, I'm not here to start any
trouble." I thought I'd see if he'd back off with the 'play nice' approach.
"Anybody wants to see Sonny has to go through me," he said. "OK, I asked
nice," I said, "Now I'll say please, how about that. May I please see Sonny."
"Look, lady, until you tell me why you want to see Sonny, I'm not going to get
him," Gino said.

I glanced over at the bartender who just shrugged and gave me that 'what are
you going to do' look. I took a step closer to Gino and dropped my voice and
said, "Look, numb nuts, I'm done being nice, if you don't run get Sonny, I'm
going to have to shove my boot up your ass, got it?" This pushed all of Gino's
buttons as I knew it would and he came at me with a right cross which I
blocked and I blocked his next two blows, but the third caught me lightly on
the chin, snapping my head a bit.

I gave an indication that the punch had stunned me, so that when he moved in
for a heavier hit, I pivoted and landed a left to his ribs. "Ugh," he said,
and I followed with a right upper cut that caught him square under the chin.
Now he was dazed and I gave him a series of jabs to the upper body and then
reaching around with a left, landed it on the kidney. Now panting heavily, I
positioned myself so that his back was to the bar as I moved in.

He covered his face and I went to work with a series of heavy blows to the
upper body. Gino momentarily dropped his guard and I took advantage of it
landing a right to his jaw. I looked him in the eyes and they appeared not to
focus. Inwardly I smiled and gave him a 4-count to his gut. As if in slow
motion, he fell to his knees then face first on the floor.

I looked at the bartender and said, "Sorry about your friend, but I gave him
the chance. I told him if he didn't take me to Sonny, I'd put my boot up his
ass." I stepped between his legs and with a kick that would make a footballer
proud, kicked him straight in the anus.

Looking back at the bartender, I said, "Which way to Sonny?" and he pointed to
a door in the back wall. "Through there," he said.

I opened the door and took the stairs up. At the top of the stairs, I knocked
on the door and got no reply. I opened it quietly and saw a heavy set man
sitting at his desk, a woman on her knees taking him orally. I cleared my
throat and the man opened his eyes and looked at me. The woman didn't stop.

"What?" he asked. "Sonny Bartolli?" I asked. "Who wants to know," he said. "I
have an envelope from John Stevenson," I said. "OK," he said, "put it on the
desk and get out." I did and closed the door behind me.

I went down the stairs and out the door, but before I had taken two strides,
Gino grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arms around mine pinning them to my
side. "Where you going, bitch," he hissed. I struggled a bit hoping he didn't
have as good of hold as he did, then I bent forward literally flipping him
over my head. He landed with a tremendous thud on his back, but not before
ripping my blouse.

With the air knocked out of him, I sat on his chest and gave him a couple of
punches to the jaw. I moved forward, hiking my skirt up and clamped my pussy
to his nose and mouth. He was losing air, but that was too bad. He messed with
the wrong woman.

I looked up and the bartender hadn't moved. He stood with his elbows on the
bar watching. I thought Gino had had enough, so I went back to sitting on his
chest and felt for a pulse. I didn't find one.

"Get you anything," the bartender said as I stood back up, "it's on the
house." "Thanks, a shot of Makers Mark and a beer would do," I said, and he
poured me the shot and drew a draft beer, placing both in front of me. I
swallowed the shot and drank the beer in one gulp. Then turned to leave, but
stepped back to the bar. "Mind if I take care of one more thing," I asked the
bartender. "No," he said, "so far it's been a great show." I smiled and
standing over the deceased Gino, I lifted my skirt and peed on his head.

The bartender let out a whoop and laughed, then said, "You come back any time
you want, honey. The drinks will always be on the house for you." "Thanks," I
said and left.

Chapter 102

I drove to Roger's and fell into his arms when he opened the door. Noticing my
torn blouse he said, "Jane, what happened to you, are you all right?" "Yes,
fine," I said, "just had to drop off a parcel for John on the way over and
some guy got tough with me." "Did you teach him some manners?" Roger asked.
"In a manner of speaking, I did, he won't be bothering women again," I said.

I took a step back now and looked at Roger. He was wearing jeans and a
T-shirt. The jeans fit snug and it looked as if his legs had filled out.
Naturally I could see his cock lying against one inseam, the sight of which
made me wet with desire.

His chest looked broader, but what really got my attention were his arms. The
sleeves of his T-shirt were tight, whereas before I went to Barbados, they
were loose.

"You've been working out, haven't you and taking your aunts supplement
tablets," I said. "Yes, do you like it," he said and flexed his bicep. "Ohh,
"I said, pushing on his muscle with a finger, "very nice. But I've got another
muscle that I want to see Roger exercise."

We made passionate love for the next two hours. Roger seemed to not only to
have developed his muscles but also developed his stamina and staying power.
As we lay there drained, Roger said, "You know Jane, I seem to have an
unlimited supply of energy. I can't tell you how great I feel." "I know," I
said, "now you know how I feel, like even now, I'd love to just break
someone." Roger smiled, "Me too, honey, I wish I knew of someone who needed to
be worked over."

A thought sprang to my mind. 'Sonny Bartolli,' I thought, 'now I remember, he
was in the paper not too long ago for loan sharking and gun smuggling. He
definitely needed to be taught a lesson.'

Chapter 103

"Feel like a drink," I said. We drove to the bar I had been at a few hours
earlier. Roger and I entered and the bartender acknowledged me, and then
looked at Roger. I was pleased to see that Gino was no longer lying on the
floor. "I see you cleaned the place up a bit," I said to the bartender. He
smiled and said, "Yeah, me and one of the boys took the trash out after you
left." The bartender, Frank, poured us a drink. We sat on the barstools and
watched the people come and go. Frank made sure our glasses were never empty.

There was a small stage in one corner and various dancers performed although
this was not the type of establishment to attract quality performers. A dancer
took the stage and I recognized her immediately. It was the woman who had been
servicing Sonny in his office.

"Hey, Frank," I said, "the dancer on stage is that Sonny's girlfriend?"
"They're all Sonny's girlfriends, if you know what I mean," Frank said, "he
fancies himself as a ladies' man." "Yeah," I said, "a real stud." Frank
smiled. "Just between you and me," Frank said, "a lot of the women want to see
Sonny dead, myself included. I was dating one of the girls until Sonny
cornered her in the dressing room and raped her. She left after that, poor
kid." "Sonny's a bastard," I said. "You won't get an argument from me," Frank
said. "Is he still up in his office," I asked. "Yeah," Frank said, "he only
comes down to get a girl to go up with him or to get the money from the cash
register, he's up there, but might not be alone."

I bumped Roger on the arm and we went upstairs. 'Sonny is a bastard,' I
thought as I opened the door.

Chapter 104

When I pushed the door in, Sonny was seated on the couch, a young dancer with
her top off next to him. Sonny had one hand on her breast and the other in the
elastic band of the girls G-string.

The girl tried covering her breasts with her hands as she stood up. Sonny,
looking more annoyed than surprised, said, "You again, another envelope?" "Me
again," I said, "but no envelope, this is just for fun," and I grabbed him by
the shirt collar and hauled him to his feet.

"What do you want me to do with her," Roger asked. He was standing with his
back to the door, the girl held against his chest. "She can watch, this is for
all the dancers that this pig has fondled," I said. She turned facing Sonny
and me, her back against Roger.

Sonny was a bull of a man, but had a paunch. I slapped him across the face,
and then backhanded him. "You're a prick, Sonny," I said, "You treat women
with no respect. I want to hear you beg for mercy, big boy." "Get screwed, you
freak," he said, "and get out of here." I drove a right into his left rib
cage, and then slapped him again across the face. By now his cheeks were red.

"What's the matter, Sonny, am I too much woman for you," I said, "come on; hit
me with your best shot." I released my grip on his shirt and he hit me with a
right in the abs, then a left, then another right. 'Slap, slap, slap', the
blows landed. I laughed. "That's it," I said, "that's the best you got?" He
hit me twice more and I said, "OK, Sonny, I think you're pathetic," I said and
hit him on his right side breaking a few more ribs and doubling the man over.

I glanced at Roger who now had his hands on the dancer's breasts. She had her
hands behind her, feeling Roger's penis through his jeans. 'Apparently my
little performance is getting these two excited,' I thought.

"Watch this," I said to them, and wrapped my arms around Sonny and squeezed,
breaking even more ribs. With a free hand, I grabbed Sonny's penis and scrotum
and looking at the dancer said, "Sonny's not as hung as Roger there. Show her
Roger." He looked at me quizzically and I said, "Go on, I know you want to."

Roger unsnapped his pants and his cock sprang free. The girl looked and her
eyes got big. "Impressive, isn't it," I asked and she nodded. I turned back to
Sonny and said, "See that, there's a real cock for you," and I pulverized his
testicles. Sonny yelled at the top of his lungs and I wondered if the patrons
downstairs could hear him.

I quickly unzipped my skirt and holding Sonny's black hair in one hand,
clamped my pussy over his mouth. I rode him and watched the dancer stroke
Roger. Both she and Roger were watching me and this excited me. Roger and I
climaxed at the same time. I released Sonny who fell to the floor.

I strode to the dancer and flexed a bicep for her to admire and admire it she
did. She flicked at the mound with her tongue, and then kissed it. I moved to
sit on the edge of the desk and told Roger, "Take me."

I lay back and he slowly worked his shaft into me while the dancer made love
to my prone body. She had talented fingers as well as soft lips that played
over my every muscle. "You are magnificent, mistress," she sighed softly, as
she caressed my breasts. I flexed my muscles for her to admire and tease.

Roger resisted coming too soon as he wanted to please me, but I worked his
manhood with my muscular vagina and milked him. I whispered in the dancer's
ear, "Worship me, dear, clean Roger's cream from me" and she busily drained
me.

I reached a final climax, lay there for a moment debating what the fate of the
dancer should be. Since she was so obedient and appreciative of my body, I
said, "Tell the police that two men killed Sonny." "But will they believe me,"
she asked.

I got up, towering over her, and she stepped aside. I went to a small door in
the far wall where I found a safe. I turned the handle and pulled and the lock
gave way. "They'll believe you," I said over my shoulder and grabbed several
packets of money and handed it to the dancer. "Tell them the killers robbed
the place, the money is yours."

Roger and I left, leaving through the back door.

"Sonny was a bastard," Roger said. "That he was," I replied, "I just hope John
doesn't mind that I took him out."