A shadowy figure

At first, Zalah was greeted by nothing more than black space that was quickly pushed aside by the light being omitted into the corridor from her room, allowing her to see more of her surroundings. To her left, not more than five from her, Zalah could see a black figure having turned towards her, its figure frozen in surprise at the sudden appearance of a buck-naked, voluptuous blonde behind it. The figure didn’t need more than a mere couple of seconds before it regained its composure and could fling itself into action, but that was enough for Zalah to gain a solid idea of what she was up against. Firstly, the figure was obviously clad in a suit of skin-tight blackness, with a rag concealing all of its face, save for the eyes, and secondly, the figure was definitely female; men didn’t have large, perky tits and an hourglass-figure.

“Aren’t you a bit on the top-heavy side for a burglar?” Zalah asked the woman, who responded by swooping towards her, poised to give her a powerful kick.
Zalah too had regained her composure, and could avoid the attack by throwing herself against the wall, feeling the air tussle her hair as a foot shot up behind her head.

Moaning warmly as she felt her sensitive nipples being pressed against the cool wall, Zalah wasted no time in tossing herself sideways just before the woman kicked at her again.

Grabbing a vase that was placed on a small table in the corridor, Zalah flung the heavy decoration blindly over her head, sending it flying towards her attacker.
The vase that came flying through the air caused the black-clad woman to flinch and dive out its past, giving Zalah enough time to spin round to face her.

As the ornament was smashed against the floor, the two women exchanged an evaluating glance, both of them wondering just how good their opponent was.
What Zalah knew was that the woman that she was facing was lither than she was, even if Zalah wasn’t exactly a fat cow, but muscular enough to dish out some pretty strong kicks.

Despite having a knife strapped to her right thigh, the woman seemed to prefer to deal with Zalah without resorting to any other weapons but her hands and legs.

All in all, Zalah reckoned, her best bet was to get in close and use her superior strength and build. Not to mention that an old-fashioned grapple-fest might just give her a chance to unmask her assailant.

With a movement of her right leg, the busty stranger signalled that their moment of mutual scrutiny was over, and so Zalah too began to move.

The woman was making another shot at her, charging forwards over the short distance between them. Unlike before, Zalah now rushed to meet her. If this startled the woman, she did nothing to show it, but leaped into the air with her right leg aimed towards Zalah.

“This is gonna hurt!” Zalah thought as she leaped into the air to meet the woman, letting out a painful groan as a knee was slammed into her midriff.
Ignoring the pain for now, Zalah felt a surge of satisfaction as she came down onto the floor with the woman beneath her, pinned under Zalah’s nubile frame.

Grunting from the effort of trying to **** Zalah away from her, the woman was giving her opponent no rest in keeping her down. But this sort of close-quarter fighting was just what Zalah was used to from hundreds of nights spent in bars and back alleys, and she managed to lock her legs around her foe’s, keeping her down while reaching up with her hands to unmask her.

As the woman below her instinctively raised her arms to protect her face, the side of Zalah that the stone in her bellybutton had reinforced to the point of nymphomania took over, and the blonde vixen suddenly grabbed hold of the hem of the woman’s black suit, ripping it open in a downward move and allowing her large, round breasts to pop out into the open.

“Bitch!” The woman cried out, in a voice that was rich and melodic despite her obvious anger, and suddenly tugged herself free from Zalah’s grip, rolling out from under her.
“Nice tits!” Zalah replied as she leapt up on her feet.