Femme Fatale
Vampire  Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com 
A neighbourhood lady imparts an invaluable lesson.


Emily was busy that day. She had to go shopping with some neighbourhood
friends.

'Honey, could you do me a favour?' She asked.

'Sure, what do you want me to do?'

'Could you take Susan (our 7 year old daughter) to Liz's house. They are
planning to sell some hand-crafted toys to raise money for charity.'

'Come on honey. You know I'm busy.' I always hated that woman Liz. She thought
she was better than everyone else around her and to make matters worse, she
was pretty attractive.

'Please, just do this for me. I really have to get going.' She said bending
down to where I was sitting on the couch and putting her hands around me,
kissed me passionately. 'Please hon, I promise I'll make it up to you
tonight.'

'Allright, allright. What time do we have to be there?'

In the evening at six, Susan and I were standing at the Liz's doorstep. Liz
opened the door and invited us in. I quickly slid past her and went in, aware
of the two-inch height advantage she had over me as she stood 6 feet. She had
a cashmere sweater on and was looking beautiful as ever, but she was a bitch
and everyone knew that. With her dismissive glances and arrogant air, she
wasn't liked by everyone.

I met a few other moms and their kids before sitting down next to Mrs.
Gladstone. I was painfully aware that I was the only Dad in the hall.

'All right, ladies and Stan...' she looked at me smiling and continued. 'We
all know the spots where the children will be selling these toys. Every child
should make their own banners to hang over their stalls. Also you need to
mention the name of the charitable organisation we'll be donating all the
proceeds to. The child who sells the maximum number of toys will win this
beautiful dollhouse,' she said pointing towards a brand new dollhouse kept on
the table. All the kids started clapping as soon as they saw the huge
dollhouse.

When I found out that she had kept the best selling spot for herself, I was
really pissed and went to her. 'Hey Liz, the spot you gave Susan isn't
frequented by a lot of people.'

'I am sorry Stan. But the spots were decided last week.' She said curtly.

'Come on Liz! Look at your kid's spot and look at Susan's.'

'Forget it Stan. I cannot do anything about the spots now.' She came really
close to me, so I had to look up to meet her gaze, 'and besides, it is all for
charity.'

I looked at her angrily for a few seconds and then turned away as I saw her
son, Nick teasing Susan.

The next day, Emily and Susan came home really unhappy.

'What happened?'

'Oh, we couldn't sell even a single toy. There were so few people around and
most of them were in their early twenties. Our target customers are parents,
grand parents but we hardly saw any.' Said Emily.

'Why don't you have a word with your best friend, Liz? Maybe, she'll switch
spots.' I said, sarcastically.

'Come on Stan! Don't be like that. Liz is a good friend of mine, but in these
cases, she can't play favourites. Besides the spots were decided in a draw.'

A week later, I found out that Nick, Liz's son had won the dollhouse. This
infuriated to me such an extent that I was ready to go to her house and scream
bloody murder at her. Emily calmed me down and asked me as to why would I get
so upset at such a trivial thing.

That day, I mentioned to a few people that Liz had cheated so her son could
win. I had to get it out of my chest. Anyway, I might have mentioned this to a
lot of people, because the very next day, when I took Susan to the park; I ran
into a very angry Liz.

I ignored her and continued playing soccer with Emily. A few moments later,
other kids joined in and I went to the nearby bench to take a breather. I
noticed that all the other children seemed to ignore Nick. Once, he came up to
join the other kids, but was badly rebuked by them. I knew the reason for it,
of course.

Liz was staring at me angrily. After a few minutes, I noticed her walking
towards me. For the first time that evening, I noticed what she was wearing.
She was looking really athletic in a sleeveless polo-neck and bermuda shorts.
I could see her big boobs even from a distance as they stretched her sweater
to the limits. As she came closer, her calves shocked me as they swelled to
large proportions with every step she took. Now she was a tall, slim woman but
her legs looked rather beefy.

She walked right up to the bench on which I was sitting. As she rested her
hands on her waist, her arms impressed me. The muscles on her arms were
evident and even they looked rather buff. She was a lean lady with really
strong looking limbs and really big breasts. I remembered how many times, I
had wished that Emily had the same kind of physique.

'Hi Stan! How are you?'

'I am fine, Liz. Listen about that...'

'Oh, that's all right. Forget about it. Listen, I really need your help. My
computer just crashed and I am really having a great trouble extracting some
data from the hard disk. I remember Emily telling me that you are a Manager in
Hardware Application. So you must know a lot about computers. Do you think,
you could give me a hand with it?'

Well! This was a real shocker. In normal circumstances I would have refused
but after this entire ordeal, I reluctantly agreed. She thanked me and went to
another bench to sit on.

After about half an hour, I called on Susan to take her home. I noticed Liz
calling her son at the same time. Both mom and son came towards us.

'Hey Stan! Why don't we go to my house and you could take a look at my
computer? I hope, you don't have something important to do right now.'

'Um ... Ok.' I said reluctantly.

'Great. Let's go.'

We reached her house in less than five minutes. She sent the kids to Nick's
room and asked me to follow her to her bedroom. The computer was on a brown
table on the opposite end of the room. I sat down on the chair and switched on
the computer. Surprisingly, the computer started without any hiccups.

I was just about to get up from the chair, when two arms snaked up from
underneath my armpit and clasped at the back of my neck. Liz had taken me into
a full-nelson.

'Hey, what are you doing?' I shouted, but she paid no heed to it. With
astounding strength, she actually lifted my body up in the air. My legs
flailed in the air for a couple of seconds and my neck felt like, it would
snap any minute. It was just like the masterlock (Readers may have seen Chris
Masters applying that hold in WWE RAW). I was in excruciating pain as she
stepped back and threw me like a sack of potatoes on the ground. I fell
heavily but I got up quickly. I stepped back so her bed was in between the two
of us.

'What is the matter with you? Have you lost your mind?' I shouted.

'You bastard, did you think I would let you go for what you did? No other kid
would play with Nick after you poisoned their minds. I am going to make you
pay for it.'

'Come on, Liz. I am sorry, but let us solve this like mature adults.' I was
stealing quick glances towards the closed door to see if I could make a run
for it. Now I wasn't scared of her, but I didn't want to fight her.

'Don't even think about making a run for the door. I've locked it and the key
is in my shorts.' Like a tigress, she stepped up on the bed. I thought about
running around the bed towards the door, but then remembered that it was
locked. She was crouching a bit, which exposed her breasts. She wasn't wearing
a bra and her tits looked really huge. Anyway, I lunged at her feet to take
her down. She was evidently a novice in wrestling. I grabbed her calves, which
by the way were really big and hard and yanked them so she fell on the bed.
Quickly, I jumped on her and pinned her. Now all I needed to do was to reach
for her pant pocket and extract the key, but before that, I had to pin her
arms under my knees. But before I could do that, she started wriggling
violently and I was having difficulty keeping her pinned. And then her arms
pushed up on mine with amazing strength so that her arms were off the bed. I
started putting in my body weight but it was futile. Evidently, her arms were
not only longer but also stronger than mine.

'Oh come on. You think you can keep me pinned. You're a wimp and today I am
going to make you realise that.'

Her biceps were now hardening into huge balls due to the exertion and that
unnerved me. I was losing my grip on her wrists as she powered her way into a
sitting position. Then with a violent push she jerked her wrists off my grip
and before I knew it, she had wrapped her hands around my chest with my arms
tucked in her powerful embrace. I was on her lap and the only thing I could do
was to wrap my legs around her ribs. I did exactly that and gave a powerful
squeeze.

'Oh my God! Are you trying to do something there?' She laughed and squeezed my
body and I could feel my ribs about to break.

'Aaaahhhhh. Pl ... Please stop!' I cried.

'I am sorry. Am I hurting you? Like you hurt my son's ego. It's only the
beginning bitch.' She snarled.

I was experiencing excruciating pain in my solar plexus as she continued
pouring in her strength. I didn't know how long she planned to punish me or
how long she intended to keep me in this python squeeze, but I knew that I
wasn't going to last more than a few minutes.

At last, I heard someone knocking the door heavily. For a few seconds she
ignored it but eventually she let go of me as I sank down on the bed clutching
my knackered ribs.

'Now listen, you wimp. I am letting you go this time but if this kind of thing
happens again, I am going to finish you off. I would've threatened you not to
tell this to the police, but no matter how big a wimp you are, I know you'll
not go down that road yourself. Because if you do that, not only will you lose
the respect of your wife and kid, but also will be known as a crybaby all over
the neighbourhood. Now get up and wash your face.'

She gave me a minute to wash my face and wipe off the water and tears and then
opened the door.

'Hey mom. Dad asked you to call him back in his office. And has Mr. White
fixed the computer yet?'

'Yes Nick. Actually, he was just about to leave. Where is Susan?'

'She's still in my room.'

'Then go fetch her here.'

'Sure mom.'