The Punishment Due

Even now, Patrice was so full of bluster, so confident in her abilities. Zulime had always been a confident woman but she had to admire how this actress was conducting herself. As much fun as it would be to fuck some sense into Patrice, she was a woman of her word. It was not like her to take a woman in this manner, when she didn't have a choice. But it had come to the point where there was little that she could do to mete out punishment. That being said, she was going to have some fun with it. Two fingers walked along Patrice's clavicle until her arm was looped around Patrice's neck.

"Very well, have it your way, darlin'," she said. And with that, she started the most vicious rear naked choke she had ever pulled off. She was pulling as tightly as she possibly could, doing what she could to rend the air from Patrice's body. If Zulime knew how to pull any move off, it was this one. She pushed her large chest into Patrice's back. She was the one breathing, and Patrice was not. She was the one in control, and Patrice was not. She was the one who was going to knock out the other, and Patrice was not.

It was with those simple facts in mind that a smile spread across her face. "You shoulda never come to that jazz club," Her voice was full of confidence. The same sort of confidence that Patrice had shown mere moments ago. And she was not going to let up until she felt the blonde woman go limp. There was no defense against this, not here, not now. Which made the fact that Zulime kissed the back of Patrice's head that much more humiliating.

Patrice was rolling the dice. Her bluff either worked, or it didn't. Zulime either backed off, or launched a full-scale attack on her. Or whatnot... Frankly, Patrice didn't really know. She thought she was onto something with Zulime, how she behaved, what her intentions were, or were not... But she couldn't really know. All she could do was to keep her cool, sit, wait and watch.

It started off well. The Cajun girl got up and retreated. Even agreed to do it the blonde's way. Patrice did not show it, but this was a victory. She had won the battle of the wills.

Or so she thought right up until Zulime's arm wrapped around her neck. It was tight, it was deadly. And she hadn't even had the chance to fill her lungs with fresh air.

Fuck.

Granted, there were worse things that could have happened. Now she was just going to get knocked out... All she had to do was just to sit still, keep her cool and await her fate. Show Zulime that even her meanest hold could not scare her, or make her suffer.

Unfortunately, that plan failed. By the time Zulime finished her last words, Patrice's air was almost out. And that's when her body jolted abruptly, twice, as if trying to find a desperate escape, trying still once more to save her life. But to no avail. After the two jolts, the French girl's body went limp in the chair, making her Zulime's fresh kill.

One that was sealed with a kiss.

Zulime was waiting for it. The moment when, after everything that had transpired over the time that they had known each other, Patrice would finally stop struggling against her. She closed her eyes. The Riverboat Queen was behind the blonde woman now and would not be able to see the light go out. But she would be able to feel it. So she breathed in deeply and felt the anticipation rising within her, boiling over. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than for the blonde woman to be quiet. And now she was on the cusp of that, and there was little that anyone could do to divert Zulime from this path.

As soon as she felt it, she let go. Zulime was not a psycho who would hold on for too long. She was fairly satisfied that the lesson had been learned and was content with the evening's activities. Well, mostly. There were still some things that she needed to take care of. The Riverboat Queen got up and stood in front of Patrice, appraising the beautiful knocked out woman. She reached over to her phone and snapped a quick picture of the unconscious woman, like a macabre sort of trophy from the night's goings on. Smiling, she put her phone back and leaned forward to lift the woman off the chair and hauled her onto her shoulder.

From there, it would be a quick walk over to the door. She opened it and placed Patrice onto the ground before shutting it again. Someone would be around to pick her up, she thought. And if no one came around, well, that wasn't exactly her problem. The only thing that she was worried about was what sort of wine she would have when she got home.