Chapter 4: Madame’s Sofia and Virginie

I must have blacked out for the next thing I hear is a commotion; a man’s raised voice. Looking up I see the 30-something tomboy standing behind a tall muscular man with his arm bent behind his back with one hand and her other forearm across his throat in a choke hold. A broad laughing smile was on her cheeky-looking face as he struggled yelping in her grip. He looks a real brute, what the English call a CHAV. As the slender young woman marched him around I saw he was sporting a fresh black eye. This was the first time I had studied the pretty tomboy close up and I liked what I saw. A simple short-sleeved white blouse covered her slender though boyish figure, barely covering her crotch and cut high over her hip giving full show of the tan pantyhose that sheathed her lovely slender legs.

Look how effortlessly Madame Sofia controls a man much bigger than herself with a simple hammerlock Madame Michelle’s voice rang out. As well as being a top-class lawyer, she is also a black belt in street fighting disciplines. The slight oriental stepped in front of the struggling man giving him a hard look. SWISH! SWISH! With a rapid threatening movement of arms she adopted an aggressive looking fight stance with both hands raised with open palms and fingers together as if she were about to deliver man-breaking Karate chops. He immediately fell still. Matthias. You are a pig-headed thug who allows his son to bully other children. When their mothers complain to you, you intimidate them and on several occasions have physically assaulted them Prove it he sneered, although wary of the potent-looking petite woman before him. The Gendarme claim they have insufficient evidence to press charges. You will give them that by signing a confession Go f*** yourself. Arggh! the short-haired blonde pressed his hand higher between his shoulder blades forcing him to his toes. Then with a spin of his arm out to the side she twirled him around to face her and released his arm. I saw him appraise her delightful figure particularly her nylon-sheathed legs. Not bad, I knew he was thinking for so did I.

With a cheeky grin she raised her fists which seemed inconsistent with such a pretty young woman yet she managed to took quite tough in a sexy way. I was brought up as the only girl with three older brothers. Her voice was soft and pleasant but the accent coarse as if she had come from the working class suburbs. I had to make them respect me and show them who was boss. With these. She glanced towards her fists. Matthias’ eyes went wide with surprise and doubt unable to believe such a sweet faced thing was capable of such violence. His hand momentarily went to his eye and I knew who had blackened it. Madame Sofia pointed at him then began laughing. Look at his face! Look at his face! she squealed in amusement while the brute’s face darkened.

Sofia, enough! the oriental MILF barked. Brawling with fists is not very lady-like. She turned to address Matthias The only way you are getting out of here is to sign this confession. Alternatively rape Madame Virginie and I will give you a million Euros for your trouble. At that point the plump mature woman I had seen earlier approached wearing a short-sleeved floral print blouse that hugged her wide low-hanging breasts and hung down to her hips below which were tan pantyhose that barely concealed a hairy pussy. Although slightly thick, she had good legs with strong calves. I ain’t f***ing, gah gah he turned into a drooling idiot as her blouse opened to expose a massive amount of wide thrusting low hanging cleavage right down to the curving arcs formed by the lower part of her titanic breasts. She was clearly not wearing a bra. I also notice her well-defined traps sloping at an angle from her creamy white neck to her an equally well-defined line across her clavicle but it was that enormous wall of breast and plunging cleavage that caught my attention and that of Matthias. 38H, all natural and far more than any man can handle she teased in a low sultry voice that had my dick stiffening with the sound alone. All yours if you are tough enough to take it. The oriental had backed away and the tomboy had released his arm leaving him standing there gaping at the mature woman’s plunging bosom.