Madame Caramel
by Hamlet



Madame Caramel's bath awaited Her. The walls of Her bathroom were covered with
mirrors. She began pinning Her hair up as She watched Her movement in the
mirrors. As Her shorts dropped to the floor, She flexed Her quads. "Not bad"
She thought. Then She slipped off Her top, admiring Her shoulders, traps,
flat belly, and last but not least, Her massive cleavage. She flexed Her
biceps and triceps as She admired Herself in the mirror. She slowly moved
toward the tub and stuck Her toe into the water to see if the water was warm
enough. She lowered Her body into the water, The mounds of muscle almost made
the water overflow the sides of Her double tub. She soaked in the tub and
studied the file and read the paper.

A cowboy builder who boasted of being 'the top man in town' is on trial at
Burnley Crown Court after overcharging confused pensioners by up to 600 per
cent for his botched construction jobs.

Patrick Heeney, 49, targeted the elderly over a 15 year period pestering them
to do building work at their homes then exploiting their vulnerability to hit
them with vastly inflated bills and demand they pay in cash. Two of his
victims, including a 91-year-old, were escorted to the bank so they could hand
over the money after being harassed for cash. Another victim, an 81-year-old
man was taken to a DIY warehouse to pay for materials and looked so frail and
petrified, staff asked him if he wanted to sit down. In his latest scam Feeney
claimed #27,000 for work which was worth #6,000, #6,130 for building work
worth about #1,000 and #2,090 for work worth #599. During his reign of
misery Feeney was on the run in Spain for three years where he hid from the
authorities. He later claimed he had frittered the money away on a #200
pounds a day cocaine habit. The case continues

Madame Caramel was furious! There was nothing that She hated more than people
who abused elderly people. She had always cared for and looked after Her
mother and could not stand the thought of elderly people being fleeced out of
their money by this bastard.She was goIng to put him out of businrss for good
and force him to repay every penny he had fleeced from these poor old people.

She finished soaking, and got out of the tub and dried off. She put Her hair
in one long braid, and left it hanging down the center of Her back . She
carefully applied Her makeup, and dressed in the black leather outfit that
looked like She was poured into. It was becoming a struggle to get the pants
on over Her quads because they had gotten bigger since She had bought the
outfit. Without the zippers that ran all the way up to the waist it would
have been impossible to get them on. The jacket sleeves were filled with Her
biceps,Her massive breasts caused the front of it to jut outward. Her 
rippling abs were clearly visible underneath the open jacket.

She was ready to go and deal with that bastard Heeney. She craved action
since She had not had any for quite a while.

She went down to the garage and got in the black Porsche. The leather was so
tight, She had difficulty getting into the car. She checked the clock , it
was two PM.The drive to Heeney's office in Laneshaw Bridge near Colne in
Lancashire would take Almost exactly 4 hours 20 miniues. She had never been
there but with Her expert navigation skills She would soon find the way

. She opened the garage door and sat in the driver's seat As the garage door
closed behind Her,She went over in Her mind the information in the file.
Heeney   was a compulsive gambler. He owned a string of bars and dance
clubs, so he should have had plenty of money to pay Her for all the damage he
had caused.

She drove down at full speed down Mare St in Hackney soon She was on the A1
heading north until She was speeding down the MI.After driving as fast as She
could she was soon in trhe village of Laneshaw Bridge in Lancashire that lay
in the distance Lanes haw Bridge was a village and in the Borough of Pendle.
It lay to the east of Colne in Lancashire and was the easternmost settlement
in Lancashire on the main road route, before the North Yorkshire border.

The roots of Laneshaw Bridge, or "The Brig" as it was affectionately known by
the locals, date from the time of William the Conqueror, when he gave some
land to the Emmett family, which they still own. It is thought that the family
were given land for their military support,[c and founded a hamlet known as
"Eamot" which later became Laneshaw Bridge, and then, for some reason, was
renamed Laneshaw Bridge before the millennium. The family resided at Emmott
Hall, the first of which dated back to 1310, but it was to be modified,
rebuilt and finally demolished in 1967.

The drive took longer than She thought it would.  By the She found Heeney's
office and parked the car, it was near 8 PM. She could now move much more
freely as the leather had loosened up during the drive.She could see a man
whom she thought was Heeney through a window, sitting behind his desk.

From everything in the file about him, there was a good chance that She would
have to beat the money out of him. That was fine with Her. She was
definitely ready for so action, She had not had any for a while.

. Heeney's office was on the third floor, in a old building in the centre of
the village . She walked out of the car and could hear heard steps, someone
was coming down the stairs.. He spoke as he passed Her.

When She got to the third floor, She gave him a few minutes to leave before
She tried to enter the office. She had found that it is easier to collect
money from people if they are alone, without an audience. When they are
around their peers, they feel as if they have to be tough guys. To save face,
they would tell Her to go f---k Herself, which always resulted in a nasty
fight. She always won, of course. She had never lost a fight in Her life.

She was not sure am not sure if Heeney was alone or not. She knocked on the
door and a husky voice came from behind it asking "Who is it?"

"I am a friend of one of your clients " She answered. The door opened and a
man about 6'1" stood there. She knew his height, because She was 6'3" in
heels and they were eyeball to eyeball. Heeney looked up at Her with a smile
on his face saying, "What a impressive looking woman you are. "

"How do you know my clients , and why would you be their friend ' he said in
a broad Lancashire accent.

"This is a personal matter." Ishe replied. "Could we have some privacy?"

"This is all the privacy that anyone ever gets when I'm taking care of
business. So, tell Her what it is you want, and ignore old Brian over there.
Have a seat" She thanked him and refused to take a seat.

. Behind the desk sat a 5'10" fat slob.

"Well little lady, and from the looks of you that is a definite
understaternent isn't it?".

She smiled at him. "I am the collection officer for a poor old man whom you
swindled out of his money. Maybe you changed you mind about paying him the
money you owe, so I am here to help you make the right decision."

Brian began to laugh out loud. "What in the hell can you do to make the boss
change his mind beside---"

Heeney cut him off. "Brian , be quiet and let me handle this."

She spoke, "Look Heeney, may I call you Patrick ? You owe him the money for
the work you botched up and I'm here to collect it, so what will it be? We
can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Heeney said "Go back and tell the old foggey I want to know what he was
thinking when he sent a woman to try to collect h money from me."

He stood up and walked around his desk. Brian was still standing off to the
side. With rage in his voice, Heeney began to instruct him to throw Her out
of the office, slapping Her at the same time

. As Brian moved towards Her, the back of Feeney's hand landed on Her right
jaw, knocking Her to the floor. Her body rolled across the floor, bumping
against the wall bringing it to a stop. He was yelling at Brian

"Get that bitch out of here!"

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