MISTRESS CHARLENE GOES OUT WITH A CRIMINAL
by Hamlet



The long, black limousine pulled up in front of the hotel. The uniformed
driver got out and went inside, tipping the doorman so that he I could park
there until he returned. The driver walked to the elevator and pushed the
button for the twentieth floor. He got out and went to room 2006 and knocked.

The door was answered by a striking looking Black Woman. "Madame Charlene?" he
asked. "Yes" She answered in a low, soft voice. "I'm Jeeves . Mr.Terry Adams
sent me for you."

She was dressed in a tight, black leather dress with a split up the side, and
it was also sleeveless. The driver marvelled to himself, at Her extreme
muscular development, as She reached for the black leather jacket that matched
Her dress and put it on. The glimpse of the muscle that he had seen was burned
into Jeeves' mind.

Big, wide shoulders and back, bulging biceps and triceps were what he had
seen, and what he remembered. The slit up the side of Her dress had briefly
exposed Her huge thighs as She moved. Now he saw Her beautiful face, topped by
Her dyed red hair.

"God the boss is gonna have a great time tonight with Her. I would like to
have some of that myself" he thought. "I guess it takes a lot of money to get
something like that". He smiled and escorted Her to the elevator and then
opened the limosine door for Her. The limosine had every possible convenience
in it. It had a bar, and on it was an opened bottle of champagne on ice with a
glass sitting beside it. A state of the art sound system and a television set
were also there. Madame Charlene poured Herself a glass of champagne as the
limosine drove off into the night.

They pulled up in front of Le Vielle Maison, a very pricey French restaurant
near Mayfair.. The driver escorted Her inside, and said to the matre d', "Mr.
Terry Adams' table please. "Of course" the man replied. "This way Madame" as
his eyes took in the spectacular looking Black Woman. She was the epitome of
dignity and class as She made Her way through the crowded restaurant. He
showed Her to Terry Adams' table.

Terry Adams was a very wealthy man in his early sixties. He owned houses in
Torremolinos in Spain as well as two houses in London. . His interests had
gone more to the erotic and a bit toward S & M as he had gotten older. He was
currently divorced from his third wife, a well known high fashion model, some
say because she refused to participate in the kind of practices that he had
engaged Madame Charlene for this evening. Terry Adams was paying Her thee
thousand pounds for the evening, plus this very expensive dinner.

Yet the payment was not only for some gentklt S & M but also to keep Her off
his back Her off his back. He would continuously have to pay Her to lay off
him and his criminal empire. He knew She ran an organization with Madame
Charlene called the Black Avengers that specialised in eradicating criminals
like him He had seen the beating She had given his brother Patsy who would be
a cripple for the rest of his life and was terrified She would do the same to
him.,

He had heard about Madame Charlene, and had looked Her up on the internet. He
had become very intrigued by Her pictures on Her website, and the things that
She said She would do in Her sessions. Terry was interested in the light
domination and muscle worship and was excited and turned on by the way that
She described Her erotic belly punching sessions. He would try that he thought
as he patted his fairly large belly.

Terry Adams was only five feet nine inches tall, and weighed a portly two
hundred and ten pounds, much smaller than Her. He had made his money by shrewd
investing, and as a corporate raider. He would take over companies, sell off
all of the assets, and then dump the shell of the company that he had
acquired. He had a reputation as being very ruthless and was very egotistical
and self centered.He was described as an Irish Catholic man of a refined and
cultured manner who collected antiques, wine, and cars (including custom-built
Cadillacs and Bentleys).

Terry had been arrested when detectives had found art and antiques valued at
##500,000, and cash and jewellery worth more than ##40,000 in his home. At a
hearing at the Old Bailey, Andrew Mitchell QC summed up the prosecution's case
in saying, "It is suggested that Terry Adams was one of the country's most
feared and revered organized criminals. He comes with a pedigree, as one of a
family whose name had a currency all of its own in the underworld. A hallmark
of his career was the ability to keep his evidential distance from any of the
violence and other crime from which he undoubtedly profited."[

Media reports suggested that his ##1.6 million house was for sale as a result
of the fees and costs arising from his 2007 conviction[ He was released from
prison in 2010.

He always got his way, and was used to people jumping when he yelled, which he
did a lot. He had secured one of the small, private alcoves the restaurant had
for the evening.

As Madame Charlene entered, he rose from the table. "Welcome, my dear" he said
in his clipped Irish accent. Madame Charlene smiled at him and accepted his
hand. He pulled out Her chair for Her. A waiter appeared with a fresh bottle
of champagne and poured two glasses.

After he left, Terry said, "I hope you are prepared for this evening, my dear"
as he handed Her an envelope with Her ##3000 in it. Madame Charlene did not
like his condescending tone, but accepted it for the present as She took the
money with barely a glance and stuck it in Her purse.

"I have a whole bagful of toys in the limo" She said. When Terrry had
discussed domination with Her, Madame Charlene decided to bring along
everything She thought She might need, paddles, whips, handcuffs, etc. that
were usually used in domination sessions. She had even included Her favourite
pair of leather fingerless gloves in case he decided to try one of Her
punching sessions. In sessions She almost always used the gloves, especially
if She might punch the client in the face, to protect Her hands and to help
keep from bruising him too badly. After all, tonight was to be Terry Adams'
fantasy come true.

The dinner was excellent, Madame Charlene, being a confirmed meat eater had
ordered a filet mignon, and it was cooked perfectly. The one thing that She
had noticed was that Terry had basically drank a whole bottle of Cabernet all
by himself. No matter how expensive it was, dry, red wines did not appeal to
Her, so She had drunk very little of it, and Terry had consumed almost all of
it. That along with the cocktails and the champagne that he had knocked back,
had made him fairly drunk.

He reached over and tried to slide his hand under Her dress, but Madame
Charlene casually took his wrist and gently but firmly moved his hand away.
When they had finished eating, Terry paid the bill and they left. As they
exited the restaurant, the limosine pulled around front to pick the up.

Jeeves leaped out, and opened the doors for them. As they pulled out of the
restaurant lot, Madame Charlene said "Now tell Me what you want to do
tonight." "I want to try a bit of everything that you do" was his answer.
Madame Charlene smiled. This was more like it. Jeeves was listening intently
on the intercom. The limosine entered the residents' drive of a gated
community and turned off on a street that ran to the Thames riverside. A huge,
two story house sat by itself on a lot that had been originally designed for
three such houses, but Terry had placed his house in the centre of what had
been three lots.

The house was magnificent, with six bedrooms, a huge family room, a separate
den, and a recreation room. There was a covered patio that ran the length of
the house with a dock in back with a fifty five foot yacht tied up there. An
oversized swimming pool and a large Jacuzzi were also between the patio and
the Thames riverside... Madame Charlene guessed that the house had cost Adams
in excess of ##4 million to build.

He led Her into a room that had at one time been a big bedroom. Now it was
bare except for one chair. Thick red carpet covered the floor, and Madame
Charlene noticed that the walls had been soundproofed. She was carrying Her
duffel bag in one hand and Her purse in the other. "Did you bring leather, my
dear?" Terry asked. "Yes, Mr. Adams. I did" She replied. "Call me Terry ,
please" he said. "Okay, Terry , I did bring My leather" She said. "You can
change in there" he indicated a bathroom in the bedroom.

Madame Charlene went in to the bathroom and closed the door. She locked it.
She reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a black leather mini skirt, and
a black leather halter-top. After putting them on, She brought out the black,
leather, thigh high boots. She had a great deal of difficulty getting the
boots on even with zippers on the sides because of Her huge thighs. They were
loaded with muscle and now measured better than twenty-nine inches. She
dropped down to the floor and did some pushups. She thought that Terry would
want to see Her muscles pumped up, so the pushups helped. Then She put Her
back to the mirror and pressed up and down with Her triceps on the counter.
Then She faced the mirror, placed Her hands under the counter, and lifted as
if She was trying to lift the top of the counter off. Her biceps strained with
the effort.

Madame Charlene stopped Her activity and looked in the mirror. Her muscles
were pumped Her biceps which measured eighteen inches now, were huge and veins
ran all over Her arms, looking like snakes under Her skin. The skimpy halter
did nothing to hide them and it also emphasized Her large breasts. She flexed
and huge cannonballs of muscle sprang up on Her arms. "Old Terry might have a
heart attack when he sees all of this" She thought as She grinned at Her image
in the mirror, picked up Her bag full of toys, and re entered the bedroom.

Terry was sitting in the chair when Madame Charlene got back into the room. He
had stripped down to his undershorts. His eyes got big when he saw the way She
looked. He had seen beautiful women and he had seen muscular women, but he had
never seen one that was both until now. The combination that Madame Charlene
presented of beauty and muscularity was far beyond anything he had ever seen.
He started to sweat just looking at Her. As Madame Charlene walked toward him
he could see every muscle in detail, She looked like She had been carved out
of black marble or onyx. Beautiful and hard!

"Well, well, well" She said. "What should we do first?" Madame Charlene had a
playful grin on Her face. She could see that the intercom button was on, so
Jeeves was listening in. Terry stood up. I'll tell you what I want to do
first" he said. "What is that?" Madame Charlene asked.

"I want to skip all of this and get that beautiful black pussy that I paid two
thousand dollars for" he said emphatically. "You want WHAT?" Madame Charlene's
voice became noticeably louder.

"I thought I wanted to play these games, but after seeing the way you look, I
just want to get the beautiful black pussy I paid for" he said. "That is not
what you paid for, and you can forget getting any from Me!" She said in a
voice that was becoming more annoyed by the minute. Terry was used to getting
his way all of the time and Her refusal did not set well with him. His eyes
narrowed and he said coldly to Her "You are not getting out of Her until you
come across". He observed that although Madame Charlene was angry, She wasn't
in a state of panic the way the other women that he had pulled this same stunt
on had been. In fact She was reaching in Her bag and pulling out Her
fingerless gloves. She looked at Terry with a look on Her face that he had
never seen before from anyone. She pulled the gloves on and clenched Her fists
several times with each hand. "I'm leaving now," She said. And I'm keeping the
money because you lied to Me about what you wanted Me to do. I don't go to bed
with anyone except the person I choose. To me sex is not something that you
can sell like toothpaste, and I don't do that,."

So get out of My way before you get hurt!"

TO BE CONTINUED Any comments to norselandic@hotmail.com