“Julia, have you run those searches for a hospital anaesthetist named Coralie?” I asked Inspector Moreau’s PA as she sat at her desk. The thick-set young woman didn’t even bother to look up. “Or lawyers called Michelle or Sofia? Or a businesswoman called Virginie? possibly a lingerie shop owner?” the frustration slipped into my voice. In her mid twenties, the brunette with very short close-cropped hair had a small face with sharply defined sophisticated looks. With deliberate slowness, she looked up at me with cold grey eyes amid blue mascara peering over large framed square-shaped designer spectacles atop a small sleek nose. “I am busy Monsieur Priest. I will do it when I have time” her small sensual pouting lipstick glossed mouth said the words dismissively. Yes, she was attractive but with a hard cold manner.

Was it just me she didn’t like or was this the famed Parisian rudeness? Around 5’3 when standing in heels with a plump sturdy upper body and a thrusting bust, she had a broad backside and thick legs that didn’t seem fat. A suspicion fuelled by an gigantic pair of calves. Enormously wide, thick and rounded they exploded into massive hard balls of muscle as I followed her up the stairs leaving me with a raging boner by the time we reached the top floor where her desk was. When I discreetly enquired she told me that she did ballet in her spare time. “Julia. Log me on to the system and I’ll look myself”. She gave me a glare that could freeze water. “You are not a French National and not cleared to use that system”.

It was just one more thing to frustrate me on my first day on the case in Paris. That afternoon I had visited Stephanie, the wife of the rapist taxi-driver Jacques [PANTYHOSE#1]. His interview had said he saw her working as a cleaner at the private gym where the vigilante women beat confessions from him. Any hope that she would tell me where the place was vanished when she denied all knowledge of it or the events she had witnessed. Whether this was to protect the women or some kind of cash in hand, no questions asked job I didn’t know.

To top it all, I had tried for a room at the Ritz in Place Vend me where the events seemed centred but the Inspector wouldn’t go for that and so ended up at the Best Western about a quarter of a mile away. After dinner I went for a walk to clear my mind until I came to a torn and faded poster on a wall opposite a bar down a side street. It boldly claimed to be the best Dojo in Europe, open exclusively for men with at least two black belts of minimum rank 7th Dan in different disciplines. Bloody shame that a tall muscular looking man wandered over with glass in hand. Used to be the most famous Dojo in Europe; probably the world Victim of the Banker’s recession? Pah! Bloody women more like! So what happened?. Suddenly he became more cagey, looking around nervously and mumbled Uh, nothing just the drink talking and turned to head back to the bar. Wait. That glass is almost empty. I could do with a drink and I don’t anyone in this town. Why don’t I buy you another and you can tell me the best places to go that the tourists don’t know about? and what spooked you about this bricked up Dojo I thought but kept that to myself. I’m Jim by the way Henri he replied then shook hands. We settled at a table and got in a round. As the drink flowed, it seemed he had a great burden that needed to be told and I was a willing listener.

I was the top ranking man in that Dojo, the best of the best, the sensei. One evening last year, I remember the date well, Friday the 13th, unlucky for some heh? I arrived to find the street lined with limos. Maybe there was a big event at the Ritz and the chauffeurs parked here for a crafty drink. I changed into my gi and found the rest of the guys waiting for me looking confused by the changing room door. What’s going on?. They nodded inside where I was shocked to see bistro tables along the far wall with rich looking women sitting behind like it were some upmarket cafe. Nearby was a desk and chair with a standing feminine figure, an Oriental, probably from Hong Kong, in her late-50’s with strands of silver in her dark hair worn in a short bob. An attractive small rounded face looked at me with alert almond-shaped eyes above a short squat nose with high cheekbones, a medium sized mouth and shallow chin. Standing 5 foot 4 in heels, she wore a stylish black pinstriped business jacket with matching short skirt that clung to her slender hips and the tops of her thighs. As I approached I saw that the jacket’s low neck revealed there was no blouse beneath and provided a tantalising glimpse of a nice pair of cupped breasts. High-heeled shoes closed over the toes brought out the eye catching shapeliness of her calves which were very solid and defined, jutting out from the backs of her lower legs. I’m the sensei here, what are you doing in my Dojo? I demanded trying to keep my eyes from slipping down that sexy place between her spheres of joy. She pointed to a portfolio on the desk. Sit down and read she told me in an authoritative voice. I decided to play along and sat in the chair. The woman perched herself on the edge of the desk with her long slim legs sloping down to the floor by my side. The short skirt rode all the way to the top of stunningly beautiful legs which were long in proportion to her size, slim yet with sensual curves at the backs of her legs and calves. Clad in sheer tan pantyhose, my heartbeat increased and my temperature rose. I couldn’t stop staring at the most perfect pair of legs I’ve ever seen on a woman. She opened the portfolio. I am sure that you are quite capable of reading this and intelligent enough to comprehend it her tone implied that she didn’t think that at all. Put simply, it says that I am now the owner of this facility and there are going to be a few changes around here. My name is Madame Michelle but you will call me Mistress. But how? I was stunned. An enigmatic smile appeared on the beautiful exotic face. The leaseholder was eager to sell once he saw the ready cash in his greedy hands. The rules are quite simple. In this Dojo I am the mistress and whatever I command you to do you will obey. Out the corner of my eye I saw 5 more smartly dressed women of differing ages and body shapes take up place in front of the dressing room door trying to look tough.

I heard the guys, who had walked up behind me snigger. We only listen to sensei Etienne said. He was a big heavyset man who looked like a real brute with a wicked scar on his face to match. One of my best fighters and quick to anger, he loomed over the sexy legged woman looking menacing. With a come-on smile the attractive business woman raised her left knee and wriggled it seductively. There was a slit at the side of the skirt that opened up to reveal an eye-watering amount of leg as she moved it seductively. My eyes were glued as she wriggled her foot making her calve muscle elongate then relax in a mesmerising manner and her sleek toned looking thighs ripple alluringly.

Without warning a tan blur pulsed right between his legs and into his groin. WHUMP! ARGHHHH! the dreadful wail made my balls contract in sympathy. Hai! BAM! BAM! BAM! from her seated position her slender leg became a blur of non-stop motion hammering whip-fast kicks to one cheek then the other, then his jaw. He wasn’t a 7th Dan for nothing and immediately launched a barrage of punches at close range but leaning back on the desk her legs kicked up one after the other blocking them. Yah! supporting herself on her hands her knee snapped up blasting his right eye. BAM! BAM! BAM! her lower leg clubbed the side of his face three times in a heartbeat. BAM! BAM! BAM! kicks to the temple, jaw and side of the neck with devastating speed. Hai! her skirt flicked up as a long nylon clad leg rocketed skywards. BLAM! the top of her foot punched his jaw hard. Spinning around laying her chest on the table top, the hem slid to the top of her thighs as her right knee bent before slamming backwards. Hai! BLAM! the sole of her shoe blasted his jaw with terrible solidity. Her leg continued to rise up behind her driving his head back until he went over backwards. It all happened so shockingly fast in just a few eye-blinks that my brain hadn’t registered it until his body hit the mats BERLAM!.

The guys rushed forwards as the oriental MILF nimbly pushed herself from the table in a movement that made her short skirt ride up her long lean thighs. Watching her from behind, I had to admit that she had great legs but she needed to be put in her place. I don’t advocate violence against women but was content to watch my guys deal with her.

Georges stepped in front of her. The others stood back to watch him take her on one-on-one as was traditional and honourable. Compared to him she looked tiny and frail, a big muscular man in a gi facing a slender little business woman. I had a good a view of the back of her long legs sheathed in tan and sleek muscled calves. Suddenly he rushed forwards and unleashed a devastatingly fast punch towards her face. Her arm shot up to block the blow while driving a fist to his face. Yah! WHACK! Argh! he staggers back surprised but returns a fast roundhouse kick which she swiftly ducks beneath. Her skirt rose up exposing a lot of leg as she bent forwards. Springing up with her side to him her left knee rose fast, raising the hem of her skirt to give a glimpse of skimpy black panties beneath the gusset. Hai! BLAM BLAM! a tan streak arced from right to left then back again slamming his face from one side to the other and back again in a heartbeat.

But he was a 7th Dan and tough. Yah Yah Yah Yah his fists and feet powered a blistering attack putting her on the defensive fighting to block his torrent of blows while bouncing lightly on her feet. She turned suddenly as a fist flashed past her chest and folded her left arm around his wrist trapping it as her right swung back. Eyah! WHOCK! the point of her elbow punched his jaw just beneath the ear. Hah! the bottom of two tight sexy moons sheathed in sheer nylon peaked out below the back of her skirt as a leg streaked around horizontally slamming knee and shin with audible force across the side of his waist like a crowbar. WHOMP! his body lurched towards that side as she moved in close. Eeyah! her knee shot up, the short skirt exposing her gusset. WHOMP! Nnnnnn! The knee slammed hard against his muscled stomach causing him crease forwards with a pained expression. Desperately he punched at her but his fist got nowhere near as she twists sideways with her leg flashing out around the back of his leg to hammer behind his knee. WHOMP Argh he went down to one knee. Eyah! BOK a wicked kick to his face was blocked. He sprang back up delivering a powerful double combination kick which she struggled to block.

He left himself open for the briefest of moments. Eeeah! her foot struck like lightning straight into his groin. WHOMP! WHUMP! it struck solidly with a sound like a bat hitting meat and immediately again. Argh! his body jerked horribly to his toes. Cupping his groin with his hands he lost height as he creased forwards. Eyah! her pantyhose-clad knee rose up like a rocket smashing sharply in his face. BOK! Argh! his head flew back as he fell but managed to stop himself with his arms. Flinging himself back at the sleight woman he is like a wild animal punching and kicking like a maelstrom of violence continually frustrated as she blocks and weaves and ducks. Eeyah! a long slender leg kicks around, the skirt tight across her backside as the top of her foot blasts around the side of his face like a hurricane. BERLAM! his face whips right around as his body does a full 180 before tumbling towards the mat.

No! I shouted as Charlie rushed to Georges’ aid. Eeyah! the slight woman spun around like a top, her short skirt rising to display her gusset and the skimpy briefs beneath. A long nylon-clad leg blasts backwards hammering his sternum BERLAM! Urghh! the kick is so strong that his body jerks into the air. Instantly she leans away from him. Hah! a flash of tan and her foot blasts his jaw. Argh!. In an instant her knee is moving like an express train into his groin. WHUMP! Nnnnnarghhhh! he goes up onto his toes before dropping to his knees clutching his balls, his eyes staring at the sexy legs standing before him. I am shocked by how easily she demolished him within just a few seconds. You see how a lady can totally destroy men yet remain elegant and, yes, sexy while doing it she addressed the watching women. I had to admit as she stood there with three of my best on the floor with her hands upon her slim hips and her sexy legs apart that she had a point.

Moving fast Jacques leapt forward spinning around in a showy kick. His leg rocketed towards her face but her arms shot up to block it even as her own leg pulsed like lightning right down the inside of his raised leg and into his groin. Yah! WHOMP! Aeeee! leaping forwards she grabbed his head and pulled it down sharply to meet her knee as it rocketed upwards. WHAP! Arghh!. Swiftly going to his right side, hip to hip, her slender right leg kicked back between his legs, a slender meaty calve hooked around his knee and lifted it while her shoulder slammed against his. Woah! with a brief glimpse of her buttocks he was thrown down onto his back BERLAM!. He tried to scramble to his knees. Yah! her elbow flashed towards his face but he blocked it then pushed her away allowing him to get to his feet. Huh! he threw a punch which she deflects. Punching again her hands seizes his wrist and elbow pulling him close. Yah! her knees soars high and pummels his face. PAFFF! His face jerked back. Eeyah! a leggy snap-fire front kick blasts his face sending him back to the floor. Clutching his face he gets up but she moves in fast. Heh! Heh! a leggy tan lightning bolt streaks around the side of his head then flashes back kicking the other side. WHOCK! WHOCK! her calve muscles ripple under the impacts.

Charlie tries again. Huh! a fast kick followed by a punch. She blocks both capturing his outstretched arm. Eyah! her long leg whips up kicking the base of his throat. WHOCK! Grkkk! his eyes go wide at the length of leg stretching away from his throat to her crotch. Spinning around she pulls his arm over her shoulder, bends sharply forwards, whipping him off his feet and sends him hurtling over her slender body and plummeting sharply. BERLAM! His back hit the mat hard.

Without pause the mature oriental launched herself into a spinning front kick, her long slim leg whipping out to fly around the back of Jacques’ head. Eeyah! BLOCK!. She continued spinning to back-kick him in the head Yai! WHOCK! Argh! he stumbles and nearly goes down. Ha-yai! a blisteringly fast front kick to the groin hits with a terrible sound. WHUMP! Orraghh! I see the semi-tear drop shape of her long calve as his body jerks into the air. Ye-ah! her foot flashes forward again between his legs. WHOCK! His body lurches higher into the air, his mouth wide open in agony before collapsing to his knees.

Charlie rushes forward to attack again but shockingly the business suited woman leaps up to grab a beam and swings forward propelling her sexy legs ahead of her driving her feet straight into his upper chest. WHOMP! Urrghhh! as he staggers back under the impact the woman drops down and runs towards him. Grabbing the front of his gi jacket she plants her right foot in his groin then throws herself backwards pulling him down with her. WAP! her back hits the mat and her right leg straightens with her foot firmly in his groin. Woah! he goes flying over her sleight frame tumbling heels over head in a perfectly executed Tomoe-nage. KABLAM! His back slammed into the mat and I felt a strong twinge in my groin. There is something incredibly sexy about watching a very feminine woman in a skirt taking down a much bigger guy in a stomach throw with her skirt billowing and her long nylon-sheathed legs on full show.