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Title :  Agnes master in martial arts.

A working meeting

It had knocked on the door. Denis got up from his seat.

-- "Enter".

  The door opened and a young woman, big and elegant, appeared.

-- "Hello, I am Agnes, your director."

She had three decades. Her face, emaciated, was not a classic beauty; nose, long and narrow, protruding chin, indicated, however, a character said.

She handed him by hand. He appealed and shook frankly, he felt, in turn, a strong grip on its close his palm and compress phalanges with vigour. Surprised by the power of the embrace, he slipped a surprised look on the width of the wrists, which heralded the sleeves slightly reported.

-- "You are the new accountant, I think. Welcome among us. "

-- "Hello madame" said he, timidly.

-- "Good. Are you installed? Yes? Perfect. RAVIER had to tell you our operating principles, is not it? No problem? "

"No, no, everything is clear," said he, a little shaken by the speed of his speech interlocutor.

She spoke with authority, although apparently the same age as him, she had insurance that impressed.

"Good. Can you stay a little later tonight, so I will explain precisely what I expect of you. "

Without waiting for his answer, she said: "So come in my office, around 19:30. A tonight. "

***

He knocked at the door slightly.

-- "Yes" she said, peremptorily. "Ah, you very well, wait a moment."

He moved deep in an armchair.

-- "Here I am to you. Come by here. "

She led to the long meeting table, behind her office.

-- "Would you drink something? Whisky, vodka? "

-- "No, thank you madame" said Denis, still intimidated.

-- "Well, see these records."

They looked the painstakingly accounting. Denis, more comfortable, questioned on the activities of the company and gave some advice on taxation.

-- "Well, I think we did the tour is enough for tonight. My god, 21 hours, I have chosen longer than expected, excuse me! "She says, embarrassed.

-- "No problem, I have no coercion" he answered, smiling.

-- "Do you want to eat here? There is the place. I order a pizza; what I drink, cheese and pie in the fridge beside the bar. This will enable us to further knowledge. "

-- "My faith, I do not want to abuse .." started there.

-- "But no, not at all. And then it will change me of the Chinese restaurant.. "

They settled on the meeting table, the atmosphere is relax quickly, the conversation bounces on different topics: recent vacation, recreation.

-- "You practice a sport?" Asked she says, watching with interest more and more assertive.

-- "I do tennis, judo, .."

-- "From judo, what a coincidence, I too am judoka" exclaimed she, in interrupting.

-- "In fact, I stopped, but I've done for 5 years" continued he says.

-- "At what level were you come?"

-- "Brown belt, when even" joked he camberde in the torso.

-- "Not bad, not bad, but not as well as I do in this sport Combat!" Said she, ironically.

-- "Ah good, you are black belt?"

-- "3rd Dan. I have no merit, I do since I was 15 years competing fighter mixed "

-- "You continue?"

-- "Of course. Here, it's easy. We have a gym in the basement, I give you've not spoken. By the way, come, I have the keys, I'll be visiting. "

He followed, they took the elevator to the ground floor, then borrowed a staircase of service that led to a metal door.

-- "It's here." She said, opening the door.

The room was spacious and well equippement.

-- "You see, you can practice all kinds of activity martial arts,  mixed wrestling , mixed boxing ,  mixed combat " said she, smiling.

-- "This is the tatami." She said, referring to a broad carpet of moss, the back of the room.

-- "The place of your exploits!" Said Denis, slightly ironic.

-- "You know what would be fun?" Asked she .

Denis looked in expectation.

-- "We could do a judo  mixed, wrestling  and then fight mixed friendly, just for fun! There are kimonos of all sizes, in the cloakroom"

-- "Why not." He said, amused.

After donning their obligation, they met a few moments later, on the tatami.

-- "Let's go," she said, giving the signal.

The two adversaries clutched; Denis, slightly exited, a connoisseur assessment technique taking kimono his opponent: she had grabbed bluntly at the neck and shoulder, although it heavier, he struggle to contain his opponent, quickly turning around him, led to his liking. He tried to get closer to it and improve its position, but it maintained a distance, arms stretched, but may not achieve liberation from hier grip, but had not fooled: it was an opponent of the first force. In a burst of pride, he assembled his energy and bandant its muscles, tried to bend the arm of the young woman. It accentuated the pressure then, and for any response, a little more to tighten its grip on the collar, pressing his forearm on his collarbone.

She felt, now completely at its thank you. She held so firmly that it was virtually stopped standing. Having secured its support, she swiveled abruptly on herself, and lifting him above her hip, the planned violently to the ground.

Surprised by the vitality of the attack, the man could not outline the slightest gesture of defence; however, he managed to fall on the side to avoid ippon.

-- "Waza Hari" announced she says, while keeping the soil. "Good response defence" appreciable "she says.

"But it's not finished, I am a specialist labour ground arts martial" she added.

Without him sufficient time to resume his spirits, she began choking. In an instant, it had slipped his forearm in the neck of the young man's neck encompasses the full power of her right arm.

It felt, at present, the biceps of Agnes, incredibly hard, pressing violently on its glottis.

Afraid , human began to become aware of its total impotence. Not for a moment, he did not envisage that it can dominate at this point.

Of all its forces, he tried to push on both hands, arm and right shoulder of the young woman who crushed irresistibly to the ground. But it reinforced the catch, placing his left arm crushed him tearing a moaning stifled.

It seemed to be a power without limit, every attempt at resistance on his part, it reinforced the embrace, accentuating the punishment.

He grabbed the right wrist, to try to loosen the capture of the judoka.

Loosen pressure for a moment, she appealed, the left hand, forearm Denis, binding him to release the wrist. Then, centimetre by centimetre, she twisted his back and crush him on the ground.

Impitoyable, she then gradually contracted right arm; completely stopped, Denis, a blocked neck, began to suffocate. Gritting her fist, she took pleasure to crush the neck of the power of her biceps and read on his face congested, the first signs of panic.

-- "You abandoned?" Asked the wrestler mixed mocking.

Unable to respond, scarlet, man suffocating.

-- "I think it is better to stop." She said in the release.

Denis made spasms, remained a long time lying on the ground, he went on his knees, looking for his breath. It was red brick, the limit of fainting.

-- "You recover , are you?" Said she, a little worried.

He nodded his head, is falling, tied throat. He was still unable to speak.

-- "I was champion France university judo mixed; it back a few years, but I think I have beautiful remnants, is not it?" She said, narquoise.

-- "What other sports did you said that you practising?" She continued, the tonnage of sight.

-- "From tennis, swimming and fight  also," he said in a voice deaf.

-- "You did the competition?" Asked she says.

-- "I made the selections of France junior championship in swimming. In  fight, I was part of a club, I had a good regional level. "

-- "I began classes  mixed wrestling  from 3 months with a professor, it seems that I am talented. For me forgive t'avoir beaten judo, I give you your other hand to fight. Agree? "

He hesitated a moment, it stressed a smile.

-- "I have the impression that you are afraid. You're afraid of me? "Asked she says, feigning surprise.

-- "Well, let's go." He said, fatalistic.

-- "Put the kimonos, there will be more comfortable."

Joining the gesture to the floor, she undressed. He looks her, while it was turning its back; she was wearing a navy blue tank top, which left nothing to ignore its muscles built by the martial arts.

She had, however, surprised his gaze and laugh, secretly admire her stupor.

-- "I get to slip?" He asked, contrite.

-- "Yes, it does not matter" said she, raising her shoulders.

When they were ready, they went on hold.

Denis was without illusion, he still remembered prégnant physical domination of the manifesto of the young woman and did not see how to overcome his disability.

He tried to catch the legs to bring it ashore. But the thighs of Agnes, large and firm, not only resisted in its thrust, but closed around his neck, it encompasses the head.

-- "Here, if I want, I'll breeze neck." She says, threatening.

Her legs were hard as steel. Denis tried desperately to remove them but he realized quickly that all efforts would be fruitless. Resigned, he made a small slap on a shapely calves of Agnes, a sign of abandoning its bid men.

-- "Already, you pleasant!"  she says.

Loosen her grip somewhat, she leaned on him and takes a hands, off the ground. Continuing her movement, she lifted completely, it now by the size and turning, upside down.

-- "Backwards , is not it?"

Hannihilate, the man did not know what attitude to adopt. He felt, however, a disturbing desire to mount him, as the young woman humiliated by the most beautiful  mixed wrestling. It was only a toy between her powerful arm and nothing could save him a terrible fix.

Shorten, little by little, the ring of steel formed by her forearm, as if she wanted to tighten a belt, it gradually strengthens its grip, compressing it more and more powerfully the abdomen.

The man blowed low, as his body, broken pleasure and pain, fell under the influence.

She continued, overthrown, for several minutes without it seems unduly tired.

It had now found his trouble and contemplated, fascinated effects. Man can hardly resist, engaging the full devastating force of his opponent.

She accentuated one last time, its pressure, punctuating her final effort of a scream, and led the ground.

The release, she took her wrists, she crushed abruptly, causing screaming in pain.

Bring down the face against earth, she kept him in the back, climbing to the shoulder, until they request clemency.

-- "Enough, I submit  me,  enough .." begged there, the height of suffering.

She got up, leaving him, prostrate at her feet.

-- "I feel in good shape." She says, exited. She seemed pleased with the situation, regardless of the man who collapsed, lying on the ground.

-- "What would you like a small meeting of squat? Fear not, you simply play the role of dumbbells, it's not painful. How scales you? ".

With falling painfully, Denis said, mechanically: "82 kilos, but .."

Before he was unable to react, it takes on the shoulder and the crotch and lifted instantly, hoisting on her shoulders.

"One, two, three, four, five, .."

A lightning speed, she did standing and squatting, man, shocked, being nothing more than a burden liabilities.

He seemed to lose the sense of reality. It was there, 1.50m soil, handled like a sack of flour, to thank you for this woman, he did not know, a few hours earlier. He was totally at its thank you, subject to his will, bruised and shaken desire, as it had never been.

He saw ceaselessly shoulders of the young woman then propel the muscular pull, propel, pull, as if this movement should never come to an end, as if his life had stretched that to do so, since forever.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two .."

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, .."

When it was going to finish it? It was impossible, unimaginable. Exited, she seemed no longer have to stop, insensitive to fatigue.

"Eighty-three, eighty-four, .."

It seemed to him, now unconscious, taken an ecstasy unspeakable slave brought to his senses incandescence.

"Ninety-nine hundred" she concluded, satisfied.

Stretched in a sigh, as if he waken a long pleasant dream, she took off her shoulders, bringing it at arm's length for several seconds, then rested on land.

The man, shocked, had lost the sense of reality.

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