Crime-lord's Surprise
Copyright© Jim P 2016
Chapter 2: Another unwanted surprise
As the guards rush into the room to come to my aid, I was not surprised to see Madame Michelle waiting to take them on. However I had not expected to see the rest of my wife’s guests to line up with her. The men come to a halt surprised to find themselves confronted by over a dozen of the most elegant sophisticated women on the planet ranging in age from the teenaged mistress of a Russian Oligarch to aged matriarchs like Countess Claudine. Smiling at the men, the beautiful elegant women place their smooth hands on the hems of their skirts and slide them to their hips. The eyes of the men hungrily follow the long sweeping lines of the sensational legs on display. “PHROAR!” the men almost groan in unison for, of course, upper class women are perfect in every way money can buy. The legs on display are incredibly sexy and desirable, clad in sheer tan-coloured Wolford pantyhose. The thought struck me that Madame Michelle’s vigilantes wore tan pantyhose as a kind of uniform and had been giving rich women self-defence lessons. I opened my mouth to shout a warning as my men stepped towards those hot legs like sex-crazed zombies.
The distraction is fatal. “HAI!” My men and I jump at the unladylike shout from over a dozen posh women as a chorus-line of shapely nylon-clad legs snap out between the legs of as many men. The massed sound of the top of their feet or shins landing with solid kicks to the guards’ groin is like a thunderclap followed by dreadful cries of anguish. WHUMP! “Arghghhh!” The rich women are like a pack of highly cultured animals literally going ballistic. Repeatedly hammering their feet into the guard’s groins, the cold elegant women don’t spare them a second to recover as the men try to fold over in agony only for another brutally hard kick to nail them in the balls. Let me tell you, posh women especially the aristocratic ones are the coldest hearted self-centred people you could ever meet. Uncaring with no regards to others, the training that Madame Michelle gave them made them formidable ruthless opponents. Merciless ball-busters with a superior natural arrogance, repeatedly kicking a guy in the nuts with no concept of mercy.
Two tall snarling brutes had tried to attack my short mature wife. With an almost bored look of contempt a casual circular sweep of her arm blocked the punch from one man and locked it up in her short firm arms as she turned to face the other attacker. “Pow!” an explosive cry left her lips as her right hand shot forwards, open-palmed with the fingers stretched. Her fingers seem to lightly touch the front of his throat slightly off to one side yet an expression of severe pain spreads across his face and he collapses to the floor unconscious. Turning her cold gaze back to the first man who was now desperately trying to pull his trapped arm from her iron-hard lock. “Mehehehehe” she sniggered into his face with a bemused smirk before adding with a mutter “loser”. “Pow!” she cried before her fist shot forwards driving her knuckles into his cheek. CRACK! “Argh!” he cried in surprised pain as the force of the little lady’s punch whipped his face right around so fast that he nearly stumbled and fell. Using the distraction to make my escape, I look for a way past the fighting couples. Behind me a thud and a loud groan of pain signalled my wife driving her hard knee into the man’s groin. As he creased forwards she pulled his head down close to her waist twisting it to the side before raising her elbow. “Pah!” The mature Oriental sharply punches the point down on the side of his neck. WHOCK! The man’s body seemed to jump before slumping to the carpet. Oh crap! Oh crap! I needed to get out of here.
Turning towards the West Wing door I see Frau Gutenberg, a wealthy influential member of the Hapsburg family. A beautiful elegant woman in her early 30’s with long red hair tied in a bouffant with her hands nonchalantly resting on her hips wearing a form-fitting red top that emphasised her large breasts. These are currently jiggling up and down in a most distracting manner. Below the waist was a long pleated skirt with the hem slid back to the middle of her raised thigh. The knee is level with her impressive bust pumping her foot back and forth delivering brutally hard kicks into the groin of the poor guy before her. She maintains a smug air of coolness while striking with long legged precision which is not matched by his agonised expression as his body, folded right over, jerks and writhes with each kick. Finally even the power of her groin kicks are unable to keep the man up and he collapses to the floor.
I think I can get past but then spot Lady Cartwright, a tall sturdy brunette with shoulder length hair worn in a severe bob. A rather stern looking woman in her early 50’s she is a skilled horse-rider who runs her husband’s equestrian stud farm with an iron hand, treating her horses better than she did her servants. Wearing a slinky shimmering long white sleeveless dress with diamonds and pearls. She is the perfect picture of a maturing elegant aristocrat with a strict no-nonsense attitude that made it unsurprising that she was squaring off with a tall muscular man with confident arrogance. “Come on man! Put some backbone into it. I won’t stand for any nonsense” Her loud arrogant voice boomed scolding him as if he were a mere stable-boy. Not cowed by her dominant attitude he threw a punch towards the frosty woman who blocks it effortlessly with a rather thick formidably shaped forearm. “Argh!” he cries as a sharp twist of his hand forces him to his toes dancing in agony while her she glares down her sharp nose at him with a look of arrogant disdain. “How pathetic” she remarks letting him twist and writhe on his toes for a little while longer. Wordlessly the hem of her long skirt flicks up giving a glimpse of a thick powerfully muscled calve as a shapely tan flash powers into his groin. WHUMP! “Aiiiiieee!” he squeals in agony. I wince at the terrible sound of that kick landing with such force it drives his legs right out from under him with a powerful bulge of strong thigh muscle developed from years of horse-riding. CRAC! “Aieee!” as he falls his hand bends back with a terrible cracking sound in her wrist-lock. He crashes to the floor a gibbering ruined mess. But Lady Cartwright stands over him with her big toned calves flexing with every impatient tap of her foot while her hands rested upon her hips “Come on man. Get up. I hardly touched you” she scolds loudly.
I would have been too scared to confront the fearsome woman even before I’d seen her destroy one of my men so decided not to go that way in case I became her next victim. Turning towards the door to the East Wing, I saw Madame Michelle. Dressed in a smart pin-strip jacket and matching short skirt, the petite slim-bodied mature Oriental was enthusiastically exchanging punches with a man who was blocking most of her blows as much as she was blocking his. Go on knock her block off! I mentally encouraged but had to admit that she was quite good looking with great legs and looked very sexy as she confidently stood her ground as the trade in punches got faster. Suddenly the man raised his leg to blast a kick at her. “HAI!” she yelled her lovely slim nylon-sheathed knee rising shockingly fast then snapping straight in the blink of an eye, pounding hard into his groin before his own kick got anywhere near. WHUMP! “Arghnnn!” he bit off the cry and with the pain showing in his eyes bravely tried to kick again. WAP! She was shockingly fast blocking his leg with her shin kicking up his foot which she caught then locked in the crook of her arm against her waist. Her back was to me, giving me a good of her sleek sexy calves beneath the hem of her skirt as the man hopped helplessly on one leg. “Well, you’re stuffed” she told him in a level tone with a slender pencil thin eyebrow rising in amusement over one eye. “No, no, please” he whined. “HAI!” his eyes flew wide open and the blood drained from his face as the petite woman shouted. Her slender leg rose fast like a baseball bat slamming solidly on the underside of his exposed groin. WHOMP! “Nnnarghh!” he screamed in agony. She watched him hobbling while his balls rocked in agony with amusement for a few seconds. “Hai!” WHOMP! “Nniiiii!” he screamed in a higher pitch as she kicked his vulnerable groin again. “No!” he squealed as her knee flashed upwards again then she burst into laughter as the knee remained raised beneath his raised leg poised to strike.
With an amused smile that lit up her small face she slowly straightened her leg chuckling at the sweat forming on his petrified face as her foot crept closer until the tip of her toes lightly touched the bottom of his balls. I swear to you that her foot lowered by a only a few centimetres. “HAI!” in a heartbeat her foot covered that miniscule distance and kicked his balls with incredible force. WHUMP! “Arghhhh!” her foot only travelled a tiny distance but the effect was out of all proportion. With a blood-curdling scream he flew into the air wrenching his other foot from her grasp. He landed heavily looking shocked whereupon his knees immediately buckled. Sinking down to his knees, his eyes pleaded mercy from the smart Oriental business woman standing over him. Her response was typical of a woman. “Hai! Yah!” her foot kicked forwards into his groin closely followed by her fist smashing into his jaw. WHUMP! WHOCK! The man’s body arched backwards as it flew a short distance across the carpet landing heavily in a senseless heap.
In an instant everything had gone to hell. All around me, the ball-busting aristocrats were running out of men to break. It was like a nightmare I couldn’t awake from. I still couldn’t get my mind around the fact that they were elegant women of extreme leisure yet had easily destroyed my guards. I had to get out of here before they turned on me but as I went to make a run for it, a familiar figure clad in a clinging tight silk dress stepped in front of me. I suddenly found myself very nervous of the woman I had been married to for years with her rounded face barely showing the ravages of time and her wild orange hair. “It didn’t has to be like this, Goldie” I beseeched her. “Come with me, we can start a new life together”. Instead of a pleased smile on her exquisite exotic features there was an icy scowl that sent chills done my spine. “You’re not running away this time, Allam” she said.
Before I could say another word her left hand slashed around in a flash. “Pow!” the edge of her hand whipped around towards my neck. WHAP! “Arghh!” her hand chopped across the side of my neck like an axe. My shoulders jerked up around my neck tensing as if shocked. “Feel the power of Tai Chi” Goldie said in a chilling voice as she lifted her hand and formed a claw with her fingers. Giving me no chance to react, that claw grabbed the side of my neck where she had just chopped me. “Arghhh!” her fingers felt like steel pincers digging into my flesh and grabbing hold of the nerve that lies beneath. “Mehehehehe” she sniggered as I frantically tried pulling her hand away but her grip was unbreakable. “Don’t mess with me. I know all about your private Swiss Bank account and your Saint Lucia love-nest” her words were hard to make out over the incessant drumming of my heartbeat in my ears. “N ... no!” I struggled to get the words out as my eyelids began fluttering while I had difficulty focusing. I tried to pull her hand away from my neck but they were latched onto the vein in my neck like a clamp. My breathing became short and I had to close my eyes feeling very dizzy.
CRACK! A brutally hard slap pounded across my cheek whipping my face hard to my right shoulder. “Oh no. You don’t get away with it that easily you son-of-a-bitch” Oh my God! She must have knocked me out! I was terrified yet strangely very aroused by how my wife had become this dominant fighting machine. “Watch and drool, Allam” she said then raised her arms above her head. The side slit of her tight slinky dress opened and out stepped a beautiful leg sheathed in expensive tan nylons so sheer that it was almost impossible to tell if she was wearing them apart from their shimmering sheen. Clinging skin tight around the sensual curves of her thighs, hamstrings and calves they were stunningly sexy. To my amazement, Goldie threw herself forwards into a handstand right at my feet. I stared dumb-founded at the back of her large hard-muscled calves as they continued to move towards me. Swish! The silky smooth feel of her nylons was stimulating as her calves slid around my neck. I enjoyed the sensation as my neck slid all the way to a few inches before her knees. “Nnnoo!” I cried in alarm as her legs became a steel clamp. “Argh!” my neck was being crushed by her short muscular calves while looking down her body as it fell away from me towards the floor as she maintained a handstand. The flaps of her dress had fallen away around her hips leaving me with an incredibly sexy view along her legs all the way past her crotch to the waistband of her nylons. “Argh!” as sexy as the view was, my head was becoming light-headed. My hands desperately pulled at her thighs trying to prise them apart but instead of soft flesh they encountered unyielding rock-hard firmness. “Argh!” I cried as she locked her feet behind my neck and turned up the pressure crushing my neck. I knew that her short thick legs looked strong but never realised how mind-boggling powerful they actually were.
“Hehehehe” she sniggered in a very irritating high pitch. “Stop crying and take it like a man you big wimp” she mocked. “You’re going right out in my strong legs”. “Arghh!” I couldn’t help crying out as her short thighs swelled like steel balloons beneath my hands as they hung around my neck like super-sized jewellery. Everywhere I felt was astonishingly hard beneath the silky feel of her pantyhose. How could such lovely legs be so strong? “Ohhhh!” the sheer power flowing through those short sexy thighs into her thick muscular calves was too much, like a car crusher trying to push steel beams through my neck. “Hehehehehe” she made that annoying sound again “You’re turning a very odd colour. What a laugh!” she chuckled. She was a like a human python, her legs too powerful to resist. “Argh!” it was like she was going to pop my head from my neck with her calves. “Hehehehehehe” “Argh!” I felt my head spinning as my eyes blurred and realised with a shock that her legs were so strong that she could easily knock me out between them. THROB THROB I was amazed to find my dick absolutely rigid and throbbing again. “Argh!” my head nearly swam out of existence and I realised that if I didn’t do something soon she would soon put me away between her powerful legs. Her legs were too strong to budge so I decided to push myself forwards and found her body wobbling as she struggled to maintain her handstand. Yes! I had her! Sensing a way out I put every ounce of my fading strength in trying to topple her over. I gave one big push. Suddenly I falling very fast with Goldie’s legs clamped as tight as ever as she thrust herself forwards increasing my momentum. “Woah!” I cried as I flipped completely over her body and slammed into the carpet at great speed. BLAM! The jolt of the impact added to the unbreakable squeeze of my wife’s short chunky strong legs and I felt everything turn black.
“Mmmurr!” I awoke with a start, for a moment disoriented not knowing why I was lying on the floor. As I raised myself to my elbows and looked around the room it all came back to me as the sight that greeted me made it feel like a stone had plunged to the pit of my stomach. Everywhere I look I see my men on their backs with elite class women leaping onto their faces with obvious relish. They opened their legs pinning the guy’s arms beneath their nylon-sheathed shins while sitting high on their victim’s faces in uncontested victory. It was a shocking sight, refined women dressed in the most expensive designer clothes money can buy with regally beautiful faces sitting in the most unladylike manner imaginable with their skirts hiked up around their hips ramming their gusset-covered crotches onto the faces of my men. There was nothing ladylike about a woman sitting on a man with his nose half-way up her camel-toe. “Lick it now you pleb or I’ll smother you to death with my pussy” “Do it or die!” “Satisfy me and I might let you live. Might” I was shocked to hear their imperious commands. By the bulges in the front of some of the guys’ trousers and the soft moans from the women on top some are only too happy to oblige.
The braver of the men who resist are choked merciless by elegant hands into submission or receive hard chops to their necks or brutal punches into their guts. I see one white-haired regal elderly woman sit on a young muscle man’s face holding her hand flat like a knife jabbing her fingers deep into his belly until she gave a loud sigh of satisfaction. “Orrrr! Now do a good job or I’ll rip your balls off” She commanded in cracked aged authoritative tones of someone used to getting her own way. Soon men everywhere are licking and worshipping the classy rich woman that defeated them so shamefully easily. How could it have come to this? These were meant to be some of the best trained men in the business yet they had got their arses kicked by a bunch of rich bitches in a matter of minutes. Only a handful of my guards remain standing with a look of despair seeming resigned to getting destroyed by a bunch of hyper-rich spoilt women.
I spot Madame Joanne, a woman in her late 50’s with a fuller figure, an attractive although chubby motherly face, tanned skin with exquisitely styled sun-bleached hair. She wore a sparkly top beneath a stylish black jacket with a short skirt and black high heels that showed off a stunning pair of legs sheathed in sheer tan nylon. He faced her nervously with his hands raised in a fighting stance while she looked calm and cool with the smile of a predator. “HAI!” he screamed and launched a punch at her. Before it got anywhere close, she casually leaned forward and drove her knee hard into his belly with a glorious view of her of her well-proportioned sexy legs. WHUMP! “Orrrrgh!” he wailed as the knee soared high lifting him onto his toes as he crumpled around it. Instantly her noble hand slashed down, the edge chopping the back of his neck. WHAP! “Arghh!” his head jerked back. I watched in disbelief as this regal plump attractive woman grabbed the front of his combat jacket and began to lean back. A long shapely right leg came up and buried a foot in his groin as she continued to fall pulling him down with her. The next second, her back hit the ground and her other leg came up fast to kick the falling man in the groin as he fell on top of her right foot. Propelled by his forward momentum with the added painful groin kick her marvellous legs straightened sending him hurtling right over her at tremendous speed. He tumbled over in mid-air and slammed heavily onto his back on the floor where he seemed to lay in defeat with a rising tent in his trousers waiting for her to mount his face.
That’s when I spot the balcony doors. The big double doors framed by grand marble pillars sat mid-way along length of the room. They opened up onto a large raised patio area which had an elevated view over the magnificent gardens. More significantly were the steps at each end leading down into the garden. I had barely taken a step in that direction when one of my guards crossed my path with a raised pistol pointing at a regal elderly woman. I was shocked that someone would pull a gun on the Dowager. With her silvery hair worn in a short bouffant she looked dignified in a shoulderless sky-blue ballgown that clung to the curves of her tall slim figure. Massive dangling diamond earrings hung from her ear while her aged wrinkly neck was encircled by a semi-circle of semi-precious stones worth more than any working class man’s house. I was just about to berate him for pulling a gun on this much-loved old lady who was practically Royalty when a sharp movement kicked up the hem of her skirt. The long skirt fanned out in a sea of blue snapping through 90 degrees. CLACK! “Argh!” The gun went flying from his hand while the hem of her skirt slid back to reveal a fine set of long slim and shapely calves featuring sleek muscular lines. I was staggered that the old woman, who looked like she was at least in her 70’s and the model of decorum could kick so fast and so high.
“EEYAH!” a terrifying unexpected hoarse shout came from the regal old woman’s mouth. My mouth fell in amazement as the slender matriarch spun right around on one heel. A flash of surprisingly sexy leg shot out horizontally like a lightning bolt. A bolt of tan appearing from the flowing blue dress which the old woman held back with her a hand. WHOMP! The sole of her dainty foot pummelled the gut of the big muscular guard. “Worrrraghh!” he wailed as the old woman’s kick landed with such terrific force that he was lifted clean off his feet whilst his body creased around her foot. Her leg straightened sending the man flying across the room at tremendous speed. BLAM! His back slammed against the balcony doors with such force they burst open behind him and sent him tumbling out. “Such fun!” she exclaimed joyfully as if she were holding a plum in her mouth.
“Don’t even think about running” my wife’s voice sounded from behind with her strong Hong Kong accent. I spun around psyching myself up to confront her again and was struck dumb. Goldie had ditched the dragon dress and was standing before me only wearing her tan-coloured pantyhose. That’s it. No bra, no heels, no knickers, no nothing. Although her broad smiling face shows it’s age with a few faint lines and wrinkles, time appeared not to have told the rest of her body. Her small bare breasts were very firm, pleasingly rounded and natural with fully erect large nipples sending all sorts of messages to my loins. Her stomach was a surprise seeming much tighter and firmer than when I last saw it. To be honest that had probably been a few years ago as I didn’t bother with her much preferring much younger companionship. Not a sign of middle-age spread, her belly was very firm rising and falling gently as she breathed. As it did I could make out a faint grid-work of a six-pack delicately chiselled into her firm stomach and very sexy it looked too. In fact my wife looked sensationally hot for a woman her age, hell! For a woman of any age. “Orrrr Goldie. You look amazing” I groaned in pure lust. Looking so much fitter and sexier than I’d ever seen her, I just wanted to exercise my husbandly rights and bang her until I was done.
“I really want to make it up to you” I told her sincerely and give you a damn good banging I thought. I was seeing my wife in a new light and it was making me desperately hard. My beautiful wildcat wife smiled placing her hands behind the top of her head and pushed out her small breasts with nipples so erect they looked like they could shatter glass. Small low-laying peaks rose from the tops of her short chubby arms. So my wife had strong biceps to add to the list of surprises. “You like your wife’s body now do you?” she asked stepping close up to me speaking in low seductive tones that made my groin throb. Her mouth became a firm arrogant pout as her almond shaped eyes stared at me in challenge while her topless body stood less than an inch away. “Orrrr yes darling. Very much” “I’m in much better shape than those teenage trollops you take to your love-shack” There was no point denying it. “This body is made for making love all night long and well beyond. Can they?” “Orrrrr!” just looking at her, there was no denying it. “Do you really think you could stand the pace? You are getting along a bit you know” she teased. “They meant nothing darling. You are my wife. My one true love” I was desperate to get my hands on that hot-as-hell body with flawless skin and not a blemish or wrinkle in sight and give her a damn good seeing to. “Liar” she snapped.
The memory of the Tai Chi arse-kicking crazy woman faded with the lust for her body and I let her take my hands and run them across her stomach. “Feel how taut my belly is” She purred guiding my palms across her beautifully sculpted stomach. “Wonderful” I groaned enjoying the experience. “No flabby bits anywhere. My body is fit, strong and supple” she said running my hands all over her stomach which indeed was as rock-hard as it looked. “In better shape at 53 than your teenage whores will ever be” she said with a slight edge to her voice. “That’s what years of Tai Chi can do for a woman” she told me moving my hands to cup her breasts, the nipples erect beneath my palm. “Does this body make you hard? Husband dear” she asked in a seductive voice with a strange smile. “Oh yes” I groaned. She pressed her sensational topless body right against me pushing her face close to mine “Do I make you hard?”. Her lips pink with lipstick were so inviting. “Oh Goldie, I want you” I moaned and leant forward to kiss her.
“Pah!” Her voice exploded in my face as she twisted my hands apart and drove her right foot into my shin. WHOMP! “Ouch!” I yelped at the unexpected swift kick. “What did you do that for?” I yelled as she stepped away raising her arms into a fighting stance with her open hands poised as if to chop me to pieces. Although confronted by a virtually naked mature woman with a very desirable body, her confident fighting stance reminded me of her previously unsuspected combat skills. Her broad face broke into an amused smile pushing up her high cheekbones, her eyes wide. “You want to know why?” She asked “Because I wanted to see you get raging hard at the sight of your wife that you’ve neglected and cheated all these years” she said. “Tai Chi is all about redirecting force” she said with a tight smile. Her hands swished in front of her and before I could stop her a hand shot towards my groin coming to a halt and gently brushing it. “Sometimes it just gives a harmless little nudge” the sexy topless woman that was my wife purred as electric fingertips lightly brushed the front of my trousers. “Orrrrr! Goldie” I moaned at the build-up of pressure inside my groin almost brought me to the point of ejaculation.
“Sometimes it will cause irreparable internal damage” She said before her face hardened. “Pow!” the explosive sound was right in my face as her stiff fingers drove hard into my groin. “Arrghhhh! No no!” I screamed as it felt like she was trying to push steel needles right inside my scrotum. “Arghh no no!” I grabbed hold of her wrist with both hands and franticly tried to pull her hand away but her steely fingers were embedded deep. The pain was excruciating. “Mehehehehe” she sniggered cruelly. “That will stop you getting your little whores pregnant” she smiled as she withdrew her fingers and I bent over in agony cupping my balls which were unbearably sore to the touch.
With a victorious smile Goldie turned her back on me to address her posh friends “Once your men have licked you to complete satisfaction, we will be serving tea”. I saw red and lunged while her back was turned. It was almost as if she had eyes in the back of her head for she didn’t even look around. “Pow!” she exclaimed as soon as I slapped one hand down upon her shoulder. Her right foot drove back at blinding speed. BAM! “Aiiiiee!” I squealed as the sole of her foot stomped on my ruined balls. Her leg straightened behind her pushing me away from her before momentarily dropping without returning to the floor. Bent at the knee her foot began to rise right up behind her while she leant away from me. “Pow!” her leg straightened as the sole of her foot rushed towards my face. BAM! “Orghh!” I wailed as her foot smashed me hard against the mouth with such leggy power that my head was whipped back past my shoulders and I fell to my knees.
“Oh yes, Allam. Fight back. Give me a good workout” Goldie sounded eager, her eyes wide with heightened excitement. Her sensational fit firm body screamed ultimate femininity with the promise of untold hours of sexual pleasure, however standing before me with her fists raised reminded me of how she had demonstrated fighting skills far superior than anything I possessed. I got to my feet cautiously hands raised to show that I did not intend to fight her. However her hands did not lower but remained ready for action, open palmed, fingers stiff. Faint blocks of hardness rose and fell on her belly gently as she breathed. Together with the visible muscle tone in her arms and her strong legs, I realised what a truly awesome kick-ass fit babe my wife had become and I wanted her badly. With the sight of her hairy snatch pressing hard against the skin-tight sheer pantyhose she may have well been naked. “Oh Goldie, let’s not fight” I begged my voice full of yearning. “Oh yes, let’s” it wasn’t the response I was hoping. “I’m so much fitter than you. I can kick higher and harder than you”
“Pow!” she cried. Out of fear my fist flew straight towards her belly. WOK! “Ouch!” I yelped as my fist folded beneath my wrist almost spraining it. It was as if I had just punched a brick wall which her wonderful stomach now resembled with clearly delineated blocks of hard defined muscle. Goldie smiled me in amusement showing absolutely no signs of any ill effect. “Nehehehehe” she sniggered “What the feck was that?” she laughed, her beautiful small rounded bare breasts jiggling in a wonderful manner. “Now it’s my turn” she said her smile fading into a cold smirk. “G ... Goldie n ... no!” I stammered in fright of the short practically naked woman.