This is a work of fiction that portraits social and/or racial stereotypes as well as violence amongst women that may not suit everybody's taste. If you find this offensive, don't read further.
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Consuelo checked her phone just to see what she had been expecting for two weeks. The app she used to hack her husband's phone finally delivered what she was looking for. Pedro, her husband, had a successful gardening business that had him moving around town all day long. Consuelo cursed her cheating husband while reading the messages he exchanged with his mistress. Among the teasing messages, Consuelo found the one with the information she needed to know. Her husband would pay a visit to his mistress in just one hour.
At 21 years old, Consuelo was a hard bodied latina used to workout all week round, resting only on Sundays. Cute, and somewhat petite, at 5' 3" the olive skinned girl was a sturdy pack of muscles. It was Saturday 5PM and she had just finished her crossfit workout at the gym and realized she wouldn't have time enough to even take a shower if she wanted to execute her revenge plan flawlessly.
A revenge plan that demanded several weeks of planning. The hacked phone GPS also gave Consuelo all the info she needed about her cheating husband's movements. As Pedro proved to be dumb enough to park at exactly the same spot every time he visited his mistress, Consuelo already knew where she lived.
The revenge Consuelo had planned was quite simple: pay a visit to the home wrecker, teach her a lesson on the risks involved at fucking a married man, and wait for Pedro to arrive just to witness her handiwork.
As part of her revenge plan, Consuelo carried a bag with the "tools" she would eventually need on her car's trunk, so still wearing her sweat drenched workout leggings and top, the angry latina jumped on her car and drove to the home wrecker's house.
Consuelo parked several feet away from the address, grabbed the bag from the trunk and took a look around.
"Fucking rich bitch..."
She mumbled realizing she was at one of the most coveted and expensive neighborhoods in town. She walked past the front garden of the opulent house until reaching the front door and ringed the door bell. During the few seconds spent without answer, Consuelo tried to imagine how she would look like. She eagerly waited for the door to open, imagining she would be met by a twenty something spoiled rich brat wearing only a thong looking for the "latin lover" experience.
Inside the mansion, Mrs. Barbara Humpington was at the living room seating at one of the large sofas when the door bell rang. Distracted, she sipped from her glass of Prosecco and remained seated until she realized that, being Saturday, it was the housekeeper's free day. She left the glass besides the wine cooler on the huge coffee table, glanced at the clock and stood up. She was somewhat surprised by the early arrival, and after tugging down the hem of her dress, she strutted to the front door. She made a quick stop in front of one of the foyer's mirrors to check her flawless makeup, and after adjusting her dress cleavage headed to the door.
Consuelo was about to ring the bell again when the door swung open. Barbara, though surprised because she wasn't expecting her, politely greeted the young latina.
"Good evening, may I help you
?" She clearly didn't fit the description Consuelo had imagined for her husband's mistress. Instead of a young rich brat, a beautiful and slim platinum blonde in her early forties stood in front of her. The ritzy lady was wearing a snug fitting satin dress with a white top and a gold skirt that reached above her knees. Her collagen enhanced lips were covered in bright red lipstick, and by her expression (or lack of it), a good deal of Botox had been recently applied to her face. Her blue eyes were framed by false eyelashes and her shoulder length platinum hair was carefully done. Her slender legs were wrapped in sheer tan nylon stockings and a pair of white patent Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps with 5" heel made her rise to almost six feet tall. Adding to her luxurious look, Barbara also wore a pearl necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. There was only one feature that stood apart from her otherwise classy look. Barbara's impressive silicone breasts protruded the strapless sweetheart cleavage, partially covered by a skimpy white satin bolero jacket.
I took a few seconds for Consuelo to react until Barbara asked her again if she needed any help.
"Sorry, I was looking for someone else... Do you have a daughter?"
"I' am afraid I don't; you may try on the house across the street, the Van Thordsens have a girl of your age."
Consuelo was turning her back on Barbara to leave, but something made her reassess the situation. What if Pedro was cheating on her with that blonde cougar? Why that stuck up blonde seemed so surprised by her visit?
As she questioned herself, Consuelo was getting more and more convinced she had come to the right place. She had walked just a few steps away with her mind buzzing and now she had few doubts that she was in the right place. That glitzy mature had to be Pedro's mistress. Resolute, she turned back and pushed Barbara alongside with her into the mansion, closing the door afterwards.
Consuelo tossed her bag on the floor and pushed the mature beauty well across the ample foyer. Barbara was stunned by Consuelo's rude behavior, but she was still unaware of the young latina intentions.
"Listen to me young lady. I am Barbara Humpington, just in case you don't know who I am!"
The arrogant manners of Barbara made Consuelo crave to immediately knock the snooty blonde off her pedestal, but she took a moment to evaluate her opponent. Barbara's enhanced chest and the towering stilettos made her look like a big woman, but her tiny waist, slender legs and puny arms indicated that the blonde was no more than 120lbs. Consuelo was completely confident that just a little effort would be enough to overpower her. What really puzzled her was the way Barbara had dressed, more for an upscale cocktail party than for an intimate hookup with Pedro. Her husband had never cared about what she wore, and as far as she may have noticed, what any other women wore. In short, Pedro favored naked women over anything else.
Watching the latina standing in silent defiance, Barbara resumed her rant.
"I will not tolerate such a rude behavior in my house. Pick that bag and leave right now unless you want to have trouble with the authorities."
During that brief moment, though still puzzled by the situation, Barbara also took the opportunity to look at the girl in front of her. For starters, the latina's sweat stench was a stark contrast to her expensive perfume, her legs were almost twice thicker than Barbara's and her tiny top exposed her chiseled abs and her muscular arms. All this combined with her flat chest gave Consuelo a tomboyish look. That appearance coupled with the undisguisable rage in Consuelo's face made Barbara feel intimidated, if not downright scared.
"You've been fucking my husband for weeks. I'll make you think twice before screwing a married man ever again!"
The nervousness on the mature blonde was clearly noticeable. As Consuelo closed the distance between them, Barbara remained petrified with her mouth wide open until Consuelo grabbed her jacket lapels twisting them and pulling upwards at the same time.
"W...What are you... I didn't..."
Barbara stuttered while the strong youngster pulled her up making her stand on her tip toes. Consuelo, surprised at how easily she could handle the slim lady, knew she had to show Barbara who was in charge. Still grabbing her lapels, Consuelo roughly pushed her until her back hit a nearby column and kept pulling her jacket upwards.
"You are crazy! Take your hands from me!"
Barbara instinctively tried to release the hold by grabbing Consuelo's wrists, pushing and pulling the latina's arms with little effect. Consuelo laughed at the feebleness of the blonde's efforts and proceeded to use her hands not only to pull her jacket upwards, but also pressed over Barbara's breasts.
"Ooouchh! Aaaghh! You're hurting me! Let me go!"
