Julia and Marie-Claude were standing face to face on the patio. Both in their bikinis and they were all by themselves.
No voices were coming from the neighbour’s houses. Whatever would happen there would be no witness.
Derek had literally run away rather than face his angry jealous wife.
That made Julia even more furious.
Marie-Claude was slowly regaining her composure after the verbal abuse she had just got from her older landlady. She talked.
-“There was nothing going on between me and your husband, Mrs…”
-“Cut the crap ! I saw you, little hoar !” Julia’s voice was hoarse and she had a look of hatred on her face. She was standing there, in that white cover-up wide open on her red bikini, her hands on her hips.
Marie-Claude took a deep breath and crossed her arms under her 38c blue bikini top. She tried, patiently to reason the older woman but, from the color that was coming back to her cheek, one could see that her patience was growing thin.
-“Lady, if I wanted a boyfriend, I would pick one in my own age category. I would certainly not try to break a couple that could be my mother and father.”
Somehow the argument made things even worse. Julia was piqued by the allusion to the age difference.
-“Oh, you mean you are so much better than me because you are younger ?” She almost whispered.
Marie-Claude turned her eyes towards the sky.
-“No that is not what I mean…”
“I don’t care what you mean!” Julia shrieked before making one step towards her young tenant and grabbing her upper left arm with her hand. She tried to shove the younger woman towards the house.
-“You are gonna pack your things and leave this house, right now!”
Marie-Claude was reasonable enough not to argue with her landlady and she was ready to go but Julia’s nails were painfully digging in her biceps. So she made a move to free herself from the other woman’s claws, saying :
-“Let me go!”
Then Julia’s left hand literally acted on its own and she slapped Marie-Claude on the cheek. It was not a very strong blow. More of an insult. And Marie-Claude had had enough abuse for a day.
Brutally freeing her arm, the young woman lifted both her hands to Julia’s shoulder and pushed her away.
Julia backstepped a few feet, almost falling.
Then, she snapped. She walked towards Marie-Claude and, her long gone years of boxercise coming back to her, threw a punch at Marie-Claude’s face.
Marie-Claude was completely taken by surprise and so, did not make a move in defense. Julia’s fist connected with her left cheek, making a soft noise. It was not the strongest blow the lady could have given because she was a little bit overstretched. Nevertheless, it was strong enough for Marie-Claude to see stars and send her backward. Her feet dragged into her towel, still lying on the patio’s floor and she tripped, falling on her behind.
Julia grinned when she heard Marie-Claude’s “Ouch!” . She then hesitated, for a second, about what to do next.
Marie-Claude was already recovering and, using her hands for leverage, was already getting back on her feet, mumbling something like “You are going to regret this!”.
While she still was in a doubled over position, Julia took a decision. She moved her weight on her left foot and, using her right leg, sent a vicious kick in Marie-Claude’s rib cage. Once again taken by surprise, the younger woman fell on her side and, as she realized she was in a real fight, tried to roll away from her aggressor.
Julia followed her, her white shirt flying like wings, letting see plenty of white flesh.
She landed on Marie-Claude’s back an straddled her. She then began to rain punches on her victim’s head and tanned shoulders. Marie-Claude managed to protect her head with her arms.
Decided to give her victim a good beating, Julia grabbed a handful of Marie-Claude’s curly hair and forced her head up while punching her beautiful face with her other hand. She landed at least 4 good punches before Marie-Claude managed to grab her right sleeve and, pulling it down, effectively entangled Julia’s arm, stopping the punches.
Julia bent down and, letting go Marie-Claude’s hair, tried to choke her by putting her left arm around the young woman’s throat. At first it worked and Marie-Claude face began to change color. But then, using her other hand, Marie-Claude grabbed Julia’s shirt around the neck and pulled it over the woman’s head, blocking her sight and cutting some of her air supply.
Julia, without letting go her young opponent’s throat, tried to roll on the side. She put her long legs around the youngster’s waist, trying to take her in a body scissor.
Doing so, however, she lost some strength in her necklock and Marie-Claude could breathe again.
Nevertheless, rolling on the side, Julia managed to cross her ankles on the other side of Marie-Claude’s body, achieving her body scissor.
It was a slow, fierce struggle. Both women were fighting on the patio’s floor, with no witness and hardly any noise except for the painful sound of their breath.
Julia was holding Marie-Claude in a firm scissor hold, squeezing her waist, while still holding her neck with one arm, trying to squeeze the air out o her. Nevertheless, she hardly could see what she was doing with her shirt over her head and Marie-Claude was tightening the fabric on Julia’s face, making it harder and harder for her to breathe as well. It was turning into a contest of strength and endurance.
To be continued
