No, Dragan takes a step back

It was just like the scene that had burned itself into his mind. How she had stood in the schoolyard and reprimanded him. Almost like a naughty little brat. Only one day later he no longer knew whether that had been real, whether he had really let himself be intimidated by a woman like that. Or whether it hadn't just been a bizarre fantasy and imagination. But now she was standing in front of him in the flesh again, and she was even more stunning than he remembered.

Vicious, unyielding, upset, angry and downright dominant. Like a wild cat that could leap forward at any moment to scratch him with its claws. Just the way she looked at him, full of contempt. She looked at him as if he were the lowest scum she wanted to crush under her shoes.

And so Dragan took a step back and looked Mrs Fischer up and down with wide eyes:

Probably due to a lack of time, Mrs Fischer had only dried herself very briefly and in a makeshift manner after swimming. Her long blonde hair had not been blow-dried either. She had probably just quickly put on jeans and a white T-shirt. Probably out of fear that the swimming pool might already be closing and she would be locked in. And she probably didn't even realize how much water was still on her body and hair. The soaked fabric of her shirt now clung to the curves of her upper body and had become somewhat transparent. Together with the last rays of the still warm evening sun, the curves of her large breasts were visible under the fabric. Only protected by a bra, her well-formed breasts rose and fell with every breath, and Dragan had difficulty not being hypnotized by this sight during the entire conversation. A pretty stunning sight that Mrs Fischer would certainly not allow so consciously without further ado.

Of course, Dragan had always had a weakness for blondes, and he was usually very taken with big breasts. But it wasn't just the appeal of her breasts alone, her whole body was top notch. Her jeans were tight on her pert bottom. You could see from her legs and her flat stomach that she did a lot of sport. And her exemplary posture showed off her feminine curves perfectly.

Her looks alone would make her a first-class whore. If he could win her over. But the pimp already had normal hookers like sand on the beach. It was clear to him at that moment that Mrs. Fischer was something very special. Her whole appearance expressed a mixture of anger and dominance. She had an aura that, once released from the soul, could take possession of her and never let go. And she herself was apparently not even aware of this.

If only he could somehow get her to taste the right thing. To train her as a dominatrix. Then she could serve an exclusive clientele and make him truly rich.

But he had to be really careful not to lose himself in her... Dragan had never felt so attracted to a woman before. He had never felt such a desire to submit to a woman. He had never experienced that before and he couldn't explain it. The only thing he could think of at that moment was taking possession of her. Or was it the other way around? Did he perhaps secretly wish that she would take possession of him?