A present for Jewel

The first person to receive a present was Jewel, not because of any close acquaintanceship between the two, the teacher’s quarters were simply the closest one to the seamstress’ workshop. Sabrina found Jewel when the teacher was about to leave her room.

“Hi, I made this for you,” she said in a somewhat agitated voice with a half-hearted smile, “would you like to try it on?”

“Thank you, Sabrina. You’re such a sweetheart” Jewel could be quite friendly when she wanted to, “but… have you forgotten that I’m allergic to latex?”

“Allergic?” the seamstress sounded confused, but in an awkward way.

“Yes. My skin doesn’t tolerate this fabric. I’d get an awful rash right away. If you had made a leather outfit, I’d put it on this very instant, but unfortunately you’ll have to fix this one so it’ll fit someone smaller.”

“Oh, okay. That’s too bad.”

“Ehm... yes. Is everything fine, Sabrina?” Jewel asked with a slight suspicion in her voice.

It was one thing to forget about someone’s allergies, but the seamstress’ behaviour was somewhat odd.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. I’ll just go and fix the suit,” the answer sounded bland.

“Good. Don’t worry about it, thank you for the care.”

Jewel was confused, but maybe it was just that Sabrina was having a bad day; there did not seem to be anything serious to worry about. The seamstress turned around without any more words and went back to her place.

“That was weird,” said the amazonian beauty to herself when the door behind Sabrina closed.

She just shrugged her broad shoulders and decided to continue her earlier plan which was simply to go for a walk. She would have a lot of time to seriously workout later, right now she just wanted to relax and be alone with her thoughts; she could not sit in one place while doing that, so a walk was the most reasonable choice. The teacher knew a shady secluded path along which she used to perambulate in moments like this one. She wore her favourite outfit: fishnet pantyhose, leather thong leotard and knee-high leather boots on twelve centimetre tall block heels.

Jewel had been working as a teacher for a few years already, but she still retained most of the vigilance from her police days. Even in the familiar terrain and while relaxed she was not fully oblivious of her surroundings. That was why she was not completely ambushed by the attacker. A sharp steel stiletto of a latex boot barely scratched her cheek. She partially blocked the second kick of a knee, any pain she felt was manageable. Her opponent was swift and for a moment she could only defend. Jewel was big and strong, but also fast and expertly skilled in martial arts, but because she had been ambushed she was at a disadvantage.

From heel to toe the attacker was covered in black latex, only the nose, lips and eyes were exposed. Slender feminine curves and two small bulges on the chest revealed that she was a woman. She wore knee-high latex boots as black as her catsuit, they had sharp thirteen centimetre long heels which were clearly a weapon. She was significantly shorter than Jewel, but relatively tall for a woman. Her motions were smooth and quick, and she also seemed to be proficient at martial arts.

Jewel had to block or dodge a few more hits before she finally managed to regain balance and perform any kind of counter strike. None of her hits were successful, but at least she gained some of the initiative. The teacher tried a low kick, but her opponent jumped and aimed her fist at Jewel’s head; she blocked it and the two disengaged. The attacker attempted another high kick, but this time the teacher dodged the spiked heel. She had already assessed the abilities of her opponent and was confident in her own victory. Even if the other woman could match her skill, Jewel was bigger, stronger and without a doubt had a better stamina. She tried a few more kicks and punches when she began to feel her motions slow down slightly. What the…? She barely blocked a counter strike and had to retreat to a defensive position. Block. Dodge. What was happening?! Dodge. Block. Hit! Poison. It must’ve been poison! Block. Hit. Hit. Harmless punch to the shoulder followed by a more harmful kick in the thigh. That heel... Dodge. Hit. Hit. ...was poisoned. Hit. Hit! Jewel dropped to her knees. A black boot heading towards her temple was the last thing she saw.