Dark Melissa

[DusteeBishop]

Melissa Sorensen was blessed with extraordinary genetics. Her mother was a 6'2" Scandinavian bombshell and her father was a 6'8" 270-pound Nordic warrior. Her father was a SWAT officer with the San Bernardino's Sheriff's office.
Melissa was six years old when tragedy struck and sent her life on a manic trajectory. According to the sheriff's department, Melissa's father had been killed in the line of duty. There were whisperings of a cabal of corrupt cops who sanctioned his execution after they learned he was going to reveal their nefarious operation to the Internal Affairs Bureau. Her husband's death sent Melissa's mother into a tailspin. She began abusing drugs and eventually lost custody of Melissa and her two younger siblings Astrid and Freya. The children were separated and Melissa was thrust into the unseemly world of foster care. Even at a young age Melissa possessed a steely resolve. Her ice blue eyes, blond hair and strong yet feminine features made her breathtakingly gorgeous to behold.

Melissa possessed an iron will and a commanding aura. In school she was at least a head taller than any of the other students and was an effortless leader among her peer group. A fierce intellectual, Melisa understood the dangerous nature of being a ward of the state. Melissa had been separated from Astrid and Freya but she resolved to take them with her as soon as she was able. Melissa's journey through the foster care system was a test of her resilience and determination. She knew her path wasn't going to be easy, but she embraced the challenge with the same fierce resolve she had shown since childhood. 🌟 As she grew older, Melissa focused on her education and used her intellectual prowess to excel academically. Her height and striking appearance made her stand out, but it was her unwavering focus and determination that truly set her apart. She was determined to create a stable future for herself and eventually reunite with her siblings.

By the age of 15, Melissa found a modicum of stability at her 5th foster home. James Patterson was a widower with 2 sons (Angus and Peter), ages 16 and 14 and one daughter (Felicity), who was eight. Melissa, who stood at 5' 10" and weighed 175 pounds, was a clear physical superior to everyone in the family, including James. Mr. Patterson was a relatively harmless, but entirely directionless head of household. He had let the house fall into disrepair and had been fired from his menial labor job at a local cemetery for his increasingly frequent absences. His wife had provided the discipline and structure to the family, and her death had found him wanting. Melissa quickly assessed the situation, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of the cluttered kitchen and the family's lack of direction. She realized that if she wanted any semblance of order or stability, she would have to be the one to impose it. Melissa would outline a plan to help the household get back on track, starting with cleaning up their environment and setting routines for everyone. Her presence alone would command respect, and she suspected even the older boys would instinctively pay attention, sensing a new energy and dominant persona in the home.

Throughout her Foster care journey, Melissa had kept focused on a ruthless program of physical fitness and Jiu Jitsu and MMA style self-defense. Lacking the funds or stability to join a local Dojo, she had honed skills on her own. Melissa was eager to test her skills against trained fighters to access her current level. She suspected she was an extremely dangerous young girl but yearned for the validation only one on one combat could provide. Her infrequent fights with male classmates had ended frustratingly early, with Melissa facing discipline for breaking the jaw of an older boy who had attempted to sexually assault her. Melissa usually woke up at 4:00 AM and performed a vicious set of body weight exercises for at least 2 hours, weather she had her own room or not. Roommates had learned to acquiesce to her unwavering resolve. It usually took a few words and a cold stare from her ice blue eyes to get her message across.   

On the morning of her 3rd day in the Patterson home, Melissa decided to establish control over her new family and lay out some commonsense ground rules. The Patterson's had given Melissa a wide berth, at least the males in the family. Eight-year-old Felicity was utterly enthralled by her new sister and insisted on accompanying her everywhere. Melissa thought this was wonderful and enthusiastically took Felicity under her wing. So, on Monday morning, Melissa woke up at 4:00 AM and powered through her intense workout. She took a shower and got dressed for her new school. She had skipped the eighth grade, so was now a freshman in the local high school, which, given the neighborhood was considered rough. Melissa did not have an impressive or extensive amount of clothes, especially for a strikingly beautiful young girl, but they were clean and serviceable. Melissa was not one to seek out attention or dress provocatively, but her workout routine had sculpted her body to the point where most of her clothes were tight. She shimmied into a pair of black jeans which accentuated her thick thighs and cannonball like glutes. A white tee shirt rode just above her jeans, exposing a tantalizing hint of washboard abs. She slid on her black Doc Marten Combat Boots and finally shrugged into a black MC jacket. With her hair in a severe ponytail, she was a sight to behold.  Melissa now stood at 6' tall and her 175 muscular build was imposing and frightening.

Melissa made her way to the kitchen where the family was absentmindedly foraging around for breakfast. Melissa's boots thudded down the hall and announced her arrival. She stood at the entrance to the kitchen with a wide legged stance and surveyed the dirty dishes and overall shabbiness of the house. Felicity rushed up to her and Melissa squatted down to give her a big hug. The male Patterson's were transfixed in slack jawed awe at Melissa's appearance and did not utter a word. Melissa had to postpone her reckoning with the rest of the family when she observed Felicity's bedraggled appearance. Melissa noticed that Felicity's hair was tangled, and her clothes were mismatched and dirty, a clear indication of the lack of guidance in the household. Without hesitation, Melissa gently took Felicity by the hand and led her to the bathroom, determined to help her get cleaned up and ready for the day. As she brushed Felicity's hair and helped her pick out a fresh outfit, Melissa silently resolved to bring a sense of care and stability not just to Felicity, but to everyone in the Patterson home. This was most likely to benefit the male Patterson's because Melissa's maternal instinct was blossoming. Melissa's actions that morning marked a turning point for the Patterson household. As she set about caring for Felicity, she made mental notes on what needed to change in their daily routines. Her commitment to order and discipline would soon ripple through the home, inspiring the family to rise to a new standard. Melissa knew that small acts of kindness and consistency could transform even the most chaotic environments, and she was determined to lead by example.

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CHAPTER 2
Melissa decided to walk Felicity to school and get her something to eat on the way. She doubted James had made any of the necessary steps to enroll her in High School. She had Felicity watch the small TV in the living room and went to speak with James. She sat across from him in the kitchen and looked at him until he dropped his gaze. "Listen, James, there are gonna be some changes around here and you can go ahead and consider me to be in charge." James looked at her and Melissa could tell he was getting angry, which served her purpose. "Listen, I don't know who you think you're talking to..." "Let me stop you right there. I know exactly who I'm talking to, you're a skinny, lazy little shit stain who needs someone to crack the whip and tell him what to do." James eyes went from anger to shock and then switched to rage. Melissa noticed him clenching his fists, so she proceeded with Phase II of her plan. She walked around the kitchen island and stood very close to James, forcing him to stumble out of his chair in an effort to stand up to her. "This is your Rubicon little Jamey, why don't you step up to me and let's see what happens. She then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "because I will beat the living shit out of you then decide if I want you dead, a paraplegic or a quadriplegic, so step up or sit the fuck down and look at the floor like the little bitch we both know you are." There was a moment of indecision during which Melissa stretched her neck from side to side and readjusted her legs for a wider stance, smiling demonically the whole time, her vivid green eyes burning into a visibly wilting James.  After a moment, James sat down. He was not string at the floor, but absentmindedly looking at the wall. Melissa snapped her finger and pointed at the floor, and James meekly dropped his head and looked at the floor. Melissa patted him on the head and said "very good Jamey. I'm taking Felicity to school and then I will be back and we will get our little home improvement project off the ground, Kay?" She then lightly slapped him on the cheek and called for Felicity. 

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Felicity and Melissa walked to her Grammer School which was a few blocks from Melissa's new home. As they walked, Felicity talked a mile a minute about a dizzying array of topics. Melissa bought Felicity some fruit and a turkey sandwich with the small amount of money she had. She dropped off Felicity and went into the office. As usual, she commanded a significant amount of attention from Male and Female Teachers and office staff. She was regretting her attire, but she wanted to take care of something. "Good morning, can I help you with something?" "Yes, I'm Felicity Patterson's foster sister and I was hoping to get my phone on record in case Felicity needs anything." Melissa went on to explain the situation, and the staffer she was speaking to knew the little girl with the big sad blue eyes and understood that Felicity was at best neglected. Melissa understood that because of her age she could not be considered a parent or guardian but she was hoping they would take her cell phone number and she assured them that she could be counted on to do whatever was necessary to ensure Felicity had a safe and productive grammar school career. The woman took down Melissa's information and assured her that if Mr. Patterson did not answer a phone call (which up until now he had never managed to do) she would make sure there was a note in the file to call her immediately. Melissa thanked her and walked out of the office with appreciative stares following her intoxicating and menacing black denim covered glutes. Melissa did not try to walk in a "sexy" manner, but she certainly had a predatory, feline grace to her movements which was hypnotizing.
James had had enough time out of Melissa's presence to get angry at himself for his humiliating beta performance in acquiescing to Melissa's demeaning commands. He was convincing himself that he would reestablish a dominance he didn't feel and put her firmly in her place.  Predictably, this newfound self-confidence dissipated considerably upon Melissa bombing in the front door. Melissa could imagine the mental gymnastics the poor weak little fool went through in her absence. Now that she had established her unquestioned dominance, it was time to take a different tack with little James. "James, can you please come her so we can talk about what needs to happen?" James shuffled over resignedly and sat down. "First, what would you like me to call you when the kids are around, and don't say Dad" she said with a smile. Somewhat nonplussed, James responded "Uh, Mr. Patterson?" "That's fine James, I can do that. Now, we are going to make some significant changes around here with the goal of making a positive environment for everyone, including you. James was staring at her, and Melissa noticed the unfocused lust in his eyes and she was sure he would not be able to remember her instructions in his current state. "James, I know how I look and I can see how turned on you are, I can't say I blame you, but I need you to focus on my instructions. If you need to...relieve yourself, be my guest, but make it fast and get back her and fucking paya attention." She was smiling the whole time she was speaking and somewhat unbelievably, James mumbled a quiet OK and shuffled off to the bathroom. Michelle watched him go and just said to no one in particular " Well, goddamn you little freak, go for yours."