Sandy Bouwmann 's Bad Session
By Arby
An imaginary story (but you can see Sandy's Gallery on the web site).


Sandy Bouwman was irritated.  No, she wasn't irritated, it was worse than that, 
she was big time pissed off.  Bob Lane was late for his session.  Sandy went to a 
great deal of trouble to make these sessions memorable for her clients.  She 
always stayed in either suites or the largest hotel rooms she could find.  She 
tried her best to fulfill the requests and fantasies of her clients, including 
her clothing..  She had a wide range of services she offered.  Wrestling, lifts 
and carries, posing, domination and most recently, boxing were what she offered 
in he sessions.  The boxing was new to her and Sandy was working very hard to 
learn, as she did with everything with which she became involved.   Almost all of 
her clients left satisfied with her services and she had many repeat customers.  
Bob Lane had pissed her off because he was  a first timer and he was late.  Sandy 
scheduled her appointments based on how many clients she had booked for a 
particular day, and the amount of time they had scheduled.  Bob was the last 
client of the day, and he had booked an hour.  Sandy was pacing the floor.  She 
took off the sweatshirt she had been wearing and stood in front of the mirror in 
her bikini top.  Staring back at her was a very attractive woman with sparkling 
eyes and longish blond hair.  Slowly she flexed her biceps.  A mountain of muscle 
swelled up on her arm.  She had been working very hard to add some size and from 
the look in the mirror she had been successful.  "Still got it." Sandy thought.  
She put her sweatshirt back on.At twenty five minutes after the hour, there was a 
knock on the motel door.  Sandy was wearing shorts, and a sweatshirt over a thong 
bikini which is the attire Bob Lane had requested.  Sandy answered the knock and 
looked at the man standing there.  He was about six feet even, and was a little 
pudgy around the middle.  "Are you Bob Lane?" She asked in her low, sexy voice.  
"Yes" was his one word answer.  "You're late!" Sandy said.  Bob made no effort to 
apologize or make an excuse for his tardiness.  "I'm here now." he said.  Sandy 
looked at her watch.   "Since you are the last appointment of the day, I can 
still give you the full hour if you want it."  "Of course I do" Lane answered.  
Sandy asked for her fee, "We should get the money out of the way first." she said 
to him.   Bob whipped out a roll of bills and tossed Sandy's fee on the dresser.  
"Now let's see what I get for my money." Bob said.   Sandy slowly removed the 
shorts and was standing in front of him in her bikini bottoms.  Next she 
tantalizingly removed the sweatshirt, exposing her powerful upper body.  She slid 
it slowly upward exposing her washboard abs first, then her chest and finally it 
was completely off.  Bob gasped when he saw this attractive blonde with the 
muscles standing there.  You could tell he had no idea she was so powerfully 
built.   Large caps of muscle covered her shoulders, and her biceps and triceps 
bulged and flexed when she moved.  Her abdominal muscles rippled as she breathed, 
the result of many crunches and twists and leg lifts.  His eyes slid down to her 
legs, which Sandy considered to be her best bodypart.  Twenty three inches of 
rock hard, defined muscle were her thighs, and her calf muscles had the split in 
the middle that even many competitive bodybuilders never achieve.   "Ok, Bob, are 
you ready?" she asked.  Bob Lane removed his shirt and pants.  He was wearing 
swim trunks underneath his pants and a tee shirt.  His belly rolled out over the 
waistband of his trunks, but otherwise he looked to be in decent shape.   "Let's 
wrestle, girlie!"  Bob growled.  Sandy had set up the room by moving  the 
furiniture against the wall and placing the mattress from one of the beds (This 
was a suite with a separate bed room.)  in the middle of the floor to wrestle on, 
to serve as the mat.  After all, this was supposed to be a fun experience for the 
clients and the prevention of injury took a high priority.   Sandy did not like 
Bob Lane's tone or his attitude but he was the client and deserved the benefit of 
the doubt.  Bob had wanted a competitive match, and Sandy was going to give him 
one.  They locked up, and suddenly Sandy had him in a headlock, squeezing and 
grinding, her hard biceps crushing into his head.  Sandy mangaged to get him to 
the mat while maintaining her headlock.  Bob Lane was thrashing around trying to 
get loose from the powerful woman without any luck.  Suddenly Sandy released him.  
While Bob was trying to recover,  Sandy snapped her legs around his waist and 
started to squeeze.   Her strong thighs were crushing the wind out of him, and 
compressing his ribs.  Bob struggled in vain for escape, but he could not.  He 
submitted to Sandy.  "That's 1-0" she said.  They regained their feet.  Almost as 
soon as they were standing, Bob charged her.   Sandy avoided the charge, wrapped 
her arms around his torso and took him to the floor.  This time Sandy slid behind 
him and her strong legs snaked around his head, and once more Sandy began to 
squeeze.  Bob thought his head would burst the pressure was so intense.  Without 
the ability to break the hold, and in severe pain, Bob squirmed around trying to 
get out of Sandy's deadly headscissors.  Sandy bore down just a bit more on the 
hold, the big muscles in her thighs standing out, hard as iron.  Bob finally 
submitted again.  "That's 2-0" Sandy stated as they rose to their feet.  The 
whole hour went like that, with Bob trying to attack her, and Sandy securing a 
hold or holds that would cause Bob to submit to her.  Sandy was getting a big 
kick out of this.  Bob had come across as cocky and arrogant, and he was 
projecting an attitude she did not care for.  As his losses mounted up he became 
almost surly.  She rather enjoyed putting him in his place.  While she had 
inflicted some pain, she was making sure not to cause any visible or serious 
damage.  After the last submission Sandy was sitting on his face.  As he tapped 
out she said "That's 7-0 and your hour is up."   Sandy got to her feet, and 
reached down to help Bob to his feet.  After he was standing, she reached for her 
sweatshirt. 

 "Not so fast with the shirt" Bob said.  "I paid you a lot of money, and I intend 
to get what I paid for" he said.  "What is it that you think you should get?" 
Sandy asked.  "We've wrestled for an hour, and you lost every fall.  You paid for 
an hour and your hour is up.  Please leave!"  "Get over here on this mattress and 
I'll show you what I paid for!" Bob snapped.  "I know that you girls give a lot 
more that a little roll around on the floor for this kind of money." Bob said.  
"You're absolutely wrong.  Other women  might do that but I don't! The wrestling 
is all you get Now put on your clothes and leave!" Sandy was adamant.   Bob 
Lane's eyes narrowed.  "If you won't give me what I paid for, then I'll just have 
to take it."  He lunged at Sandy.  She managed to avoid him. "I'm gonna screw 
your brains out!"  Bob announced and lunged for her again.   Sandy was tired of 
this and decided to take action.  She put her newly honed boxing skills to work.  
As Bob lunged she slid to her right and brought her left fist up in a ripping 
uppercut into Bob's belly.  Her fist driven not only by her big arm and shoulder 
muscles, but by her powerful legs as well, buried in his soft belly.  The air 
rushed from his body with a loud whoosh.  Sandy's fist disappeared up to the 
wrist in the corpulent flesh of his gut.   Bob was gagging as he struggled for 
breath.  Sandy took his arm and  lead him to the door.  "You didn't pay for that 
either, but consider it on the house." she told him as she opened the door.  "Now 
get out of here." Sandy said.   Bob Lane had recovered most of his breath, by 
this time.  There was still a dull ache deep in the core of his belly where her 
fist had violated it, and now he was angry, and determined to get what he thought 
the money he had paid entitled him to get.  "That was a lucky sucker punch." he 
said whirling around and advancing toward Sandy again.  "You won't be so lucky 
this time." he continued.  He lunged for Sandy again, this time she avoided him 
and stuck out her leg, tripping him to the carpeted floor.  As he climbed to his 
feet Sandy said, "Here's another little something that some guys pay for, but you 
can have it for free.".  As she finished her sentence,  her right foot swung 
forward, propelled by her powerful leg muscles and landed with a sickening thud 
right in Bob Lane's groin.  Her foot smashed his balls and a wave of nausea swept 
over him.  Bob dropped to his knees moaning and groaning, holding his wounded 
testicles.  Sandy reached down with her left hand and entwined her fingers in his 
hair.  She tilted his face up and cocked her right fist.  "I have a couple of 
other things for you that are also free."  She sent her fist smashing into his 
nose.  "SSPPLLAATT!!!"  Bob's nose vanished in a spray of red as Sandy's hard 
fist broke it.  Part of the spurt of blood landed on Sandy.s abdomen coating the 
muscles with red.  The force of the nose-breaking punch had broken her hold on 
his hair.  Sandy regained her grip and measured Bob for another blast.  He could 
see her drawing back that hard missile that was her fist again, but was now 
powerless to do anything to stop it.  This time she smashed his open mouth with 
it.  Sandy could feel Lane's teeth give way, bending and crumbling under her 
knuckles as her fist crashed into his mouth.  When Sandy withdrew her fist, she 
could see three teeth broken off at the gum line and hanging down on strings of 
tissue.  She reached out and pulled each of them the rest of the way out.  Sandy 
gripped Bob in his armpits, one strong hand under each arm.  "Come on, get up 
here.  I want to be sure you get everything that's coming to you. You wanted 
something extra and now I'm gonna give it to you. There is no extra charge for 
this service since it's something I am going to enjoy a lot more than you will.."
Sandy's voice was nearly a whisper in his ear.  She stood Bob Lane up in the 
middle of the hotel room floor.  He was in such agony he could not make any 
further effort to attack her, or even defend himself.  His nose hurt, white hot 
pain was shooting through his face from the damage to his mouth. Sandy changed 
her grip, taking his tee shirt in her left hand, she started pumping her powerful 
right fist into his gut.  TTHHUUDD!!!   OOOFFFFF!!  WWHHUUMMPP!!!  
UUUUNNNNGGGHHH!!!   TTHHUUMMPP!!!  AAARRRGGGHHH!!!her fist drove savagely into 
Bob's tender belly and he let loose a painful moan as each cruel punch landed.  
Each mighty blow lifted his feet off the floor.  Sandy was getting all of her 
weight behind each smash and her fist was sinking deeper and deeper into his gut 
with each succeeding punch.  He began to gag again, and Sandy stopped her vicious 
belly battering and stepped back.  It was a good thing for her that she did, 
because as he slumped to his knees clutching his gut Bob suddenly had a case of 
projectile vomiting, as the brutal beating Sandy had inflicted on his stomach 
caused it to empty everything it contained onto the carpet.  Bob was a mess.  The 
blood from his mouth and nose mixed with the refuse from his stomach to coat his 
face and eerie greenish-red color.  His lips had ballooned up and looked like two 
link sausages.  Bob was finished, but Sandy was not.  She decided to lecture him 
on his attitude.  "It's assholes like you that drive women out of this line of 
work.  You had your one hour session even though you did not apologize to me for 
being late.  Then you had to ruin it by attempting to attack me.  When you wake 
up,  you should see somebody about those teeth, maybe they can be repaired.  If 
you forget about what happened here and just get youself taken care of, , so will 
I and not report you for attempted rape!" she said.  "Now, it's time for you to 
leave." she said.  She turned Bob so that his back was facing the still open 
door.  One last time she drew back her lethal right fist.  Bob knew what was 
coming but could do nothing to stop this.   Sandy released her hold on him and 
accelerated her hard fist at his jaw.   Bob could see her prominent knuckles as 
they flew toward his face.  That would be the last thing that he saw.  
CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!! her fist landed on his jaw with a sound that filled the room.  
Bob's feet left the floor and he sailed through the open door, and landed on the 
walkway outside.  Sandy walked out and looked down at the unconscious man 
sprawled on the sidewalk.  His jaw looked like it was either broken or 
dislocated.  She effortlessly lifted him up and propped him up in a sitting 
position on a bench which was next to the sidewalk.  Sandy went back inside, and 
picked up the phone and called 911.  She told the operator that she had witnessed 
a fight and the man outside on the bench looked like he had been injured.  When 
the operator tried to get more information, Sandy hung up.   She stood there 
looking at the money on the dresser that was still there from when Bob Lane had 
tossed it.  Sandy picked up the crisp one hundred dollar bills and stuck them in 
her purse.   She called the front desk and checked out, using her credit card.  
She packed her belongings,  went out to her car and drove away.  She could see 
the unconscious body of Bob Lane still slumping on the bench in her rear view 
mirror as she drove through the parking lot.  As she pulled out into the street, 
she could hear the sirens that signaled the arrival of the paramedics and police.   
Sandy smiled broadly and looked at the slightly skinned knuckles on her right 
hand There was a little of her blood from the skinned portion mixed with Bob 
Lane's blood from his nose and mouth on her knuckles.  "I guess he got all that 
he paid for and then some." she said to herself as she headed back for Sarasota.  
She had enjoyed her last session of the day the best of all.