Sandy and the Snipers By Arby Sandy Bouwman engages in no sexual activities during her sessions. She currently does sessions in wrestling, lifts and carries, domination and bellypunching. Sandy has been taking boxing lessons and will do non-competitive boxing sessions. She can be reached at sandy@heatwave.net Her goal in her sessions is that her clients have a very enjoyable time, and she is responsive to most requests. Sandy is 5'4" and 149 muscular pounds. Sandy Bouwman awoke from a deep sleep. In her dream she had been lying on the beach, relaxing. It was the alarm sounding that had awakened her. "It's a bad one, folks," her shift commander said as her crew hurriedly dressed and rushed to the fire engine. "There will be three other stations responding as well. It's the Sawgrass Bay Club, and they are trying to get all the residents and guests out." The Sawgrass Bay Club is a posh condominium complex that also functions as a hotel and was almost one hundred percent occupied between residents and guests. It stretched from the Intercostal Waterway to the Gulf of Mexico. Prime location is the description their sales office used to describe it. This could be big trouble if anyone is trapped there because the elevators usually don't work very well even under the best of circumstances, and with the fire there are a large number of older people on the top two floors. The good news is that it is only a four story building. The engine roared into the Sawgrass Bay Club parking lot. It was easy to see which portion was on fire, it was the section that fronted the Gulf of Mexico. Sandy's unit was the first to arrive so they began hooking up hoses to pour water on the blaze. An elderly man ran up and said "There are people trapped on the third floor. Sandy grabbed a fire axe and ran up the stairs. She found one apartment with an elderly couple wandering aimlessly from one room to another. She guided them to the stairwell and down to safety. The next apartment she found a man who was obviously a tourist. He was trying to pack his things and take them with him. "Sir," Sandy said, "You must leave now. You'll just have to leave everything here that you can't carry in one trip. "I refuse to leave all of this equipment here. It is very expensive and I can't replace it. Sandy shrugged and put down the fire axe. "I have to insist that you leave now!" she said. "That equipment is not worth your life!" The man, who appeared to be in his forties ignored her. "I'm not leaving without it!" he said. By this time Sandy was standing right in front of him. She removed her fireman's glove from her right hand. The man turned back to his packing. Sandy placed her left hand on his shoulder and turned him back around to face her. "Sir, we really do need to leave right now. There's no time to get your equipment out." "Get out of here! I'll take care of everything myself. "We don't have any more time to argue about this." Sandy said. "I'm not staying and I can't leave you here." Thinking that the situation called for drastic measures, she suddenly cocked her right fist and smashed it hard into the man's jaw. The powerful punch knocked him out. There was no doubt that it would, since it was powered by a body that bench pressed 250 pounds and curled 45 pound dumbbells. As he started to collapse, Sandy caught him and slung him into a fireman's carry and headed for the stairs. As she got down she ran into more members of her unit. "What happened to him?" she was asked. "Smoke inhalation." she answered and lowered the unconscious body to the ground. "He's going to be okay, now." she continued. Sandy notice they were all hunkered down behind the fire truck. "What's going on?" she asked. "Sniper" was the reply. "There's some jerk up on the roof across the street shooting at people as they come out of the buildings. He's hit four or five so far. Now he has started shooting at firemen, so we can't do our work, we can't fight the fire or try to get everyone out of the building." As he finished speaking, a bullet ricocheted off the truck. "Has anybody called the cops?" Sandy asked. "Yes, they are sending a swat unit out, but it will probably be too late for the people trapped inside." was the answer. Another bullet glanced off the truck. "That's about enough of this shit!" Sandy said. She started peeling off her fire fighter's clothing until she was dressed only in a pair of shorts and a sports bra. "I'm going after that S.O.B." she stated. Everybody looked at her like she was crazy. "You can't do that, you'll get yourself killed!" she was told. "If somebody doesn't do something, all of those old folks will die inside that building. I have to try to do something. I can't just sit here behind this truck and let them die." she said. Sandy slipped around the truck and into the darkness. She circled around to the back of the building where the sniper was on the roof. She found the door unlocked and entered. She started climbing stairs to get to the top floor. There was no one in the building but her. After climbing eight stories Sandy reached the top. Cautiously she opened the door and slipped out on to the roof. She waited a few minutes until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "My eyes are not as young as the used to be, it takes a while to get used to this." she thought. Sandy moved carefully across the roof, crawling to be as silent as possible. She reached a point where she could see the sniper. "Shit," she said. "There's two of them." She could see two men with high powered rifles on the roof, firing down at the people trying to get out of the burning buildings and also firing occasionally at the firemen to keep them pinned down. Sandy tried to figure out what to do. Finally she took off her bra and let her breasts swing free. She stood up and approached the two men as quietly as she could. At last, she was about ten feet behind them. "High boys," she said. "Are we having fun?" The men spun around to see this beautiful, topless blonde standing there. Instead of shooting her, which they were prepared to do when they had turned around, They both gaped in amazement at Sandy and her breasts. "What do you want?" one of them demanded. "This seemed like fun, so I wanted to join in." she said. She placed her hands under her breasts suggestively. "Maybe we could go someplace and have a party later, just the three of us." she said. "Come on over here." one of them said. "I'm Bob and this is Wally" he said pointing at the other man. Sandy walked over to them. She moved in such a way that her breasts swayed back and forth. It was obvious that Bob and Wally were mesmerized by them. "I'm Sandy" she said. "I love men with big guns." The two men had no idea how to act in this situation. They were completely under the spell of the blonde and her breasts. "Could I try a shot. Just thinking about it is making me hot." she said. "Sure, honey." Wally said and handed Sandy his rifle. She aimed the weapon downward making sure to fire in an unoccupied area. She turned and put the rifle down, leaning against the wall around the rooftop. "Now let me try yours, Bob." she said. Bob eagerly handed her the rifle. Once again, Sandy fired into an unoccupied area. She turned and placed Bob's rifle down next to Wally's. "This is fun." she said. "Yes it is," said Wally. "To watch those old farts squirm and fall, the one's that we don't get to use for target practice will die in the fire." "Did you nasty boys start the fire?" she asked. "Of course we did." Bob answered. "These old farts come here thinking they can throw a few dollars around and everybody will jump through hoops for them. Well. fuck'em. We don't have to take their crap." "Do you work here?" Sandy asked incredulously. "Yeah, we do, or did." Wally answered. "I really like men who know how to take action." Sandy said. "I have a surprise for you boys." she said. "What is it?" Wally asked with a big smile on his face. Sandy walked up close to his so that her breasts were almost touching his chest."I've been wanting to do this ever since you started shooting tonight." she said. Sandy gave Wally a big smile and drove her right knee into his groin, 1,2,3 times. Wally's smile quickly turned to a frown as the powerful blonde's knee smashed into his balls. Bob tried to react, but Sandy kicked back with her left leg slamming her left foot into Bob's balls, too. "Did you know I actually get paid to do that sometimes?" she asked in a conversational tone. "You boys are getting about five hundred dollars worth of service for free. Don't you feel lucky?" Bob started to recover first. "Some of those people that you are shooting at are my friends." She said. You have to pay for that. She had grabbed Bob's collar and turned him around to face her. Sandy drew back her hard right fist and buried it in Bob's belly. TTHHUUDD!! OOOFFFF!!. Bob folded over her fist and would have fallen to the rooftop except for Sandy's grip on his shirt with her left hand. She reloaded and ripped another vicious uppercut driving up into his gut. WWHHUUMMPP!! AAARRRGGG!! Bob desperately wanted to lie down, but still Sandy held him up. A third bellywhomper uppercut from her rock like right fist. TTHHUUMMPP!!! UUUNNNGGGG!!! Sandy let Bob sink to his knees where he proceeded to puke his guts out, and then collapse face down in his own vomit, barely conscious and in severe agony from the blonde's brutal belly bashing. His stomach muscles were convulsing from the trauma of having the bare breasted woman's big fist smashing into them. Sandy was thinking that a year ago, she didn't even know how to throw a punch, now she enjoyed it enough to feel a sexual tingling as her fists smashed into Bob's soft stomach. She had enjoyed it so much that she hauled Bob back to his feet and held him up in front of her with her left hand wrapped in his shirt. Five times she sent her brutal fist rocketing into Bob's gut. Each time his feet lifted off the ground and he would have collapsed except for the grip her strong left hand had on his shirt. Each blast was accompanied by an appropriate moan from Bob, as the angry blonde took out her anger on his belly. Sandy could feel the sexual heat building as she continued her battering of the sniper. After the fifth and most vicious blast buried her fist up to the wrist in Bob's soft belly, she had a shattering orgasm. She also realized that Bob had passed out some time ago, so he could no longer feel her punishing fists, so she stopped the nearly inhuman battering. Bob was dangling there in her left hand. Sandy flung his unconscious body away with contempt. "It looks like he's out of action for a while," she said to herself as she eyed his body. Down on the ground the police swat team had arrived. The fire chief was explaining the situation to the police lieutenant who was in charge. "One of my people is up on that roof with the shooter, so be careful. You can't fire on anything up there until you make sure that it's the shooter, and not the firefighter." "No problem," said the police officer. We'll definitely make sure what is going on before we open fire. What the hell is your man doing up there anyhow?" "It's not a man, it's a woman. And whatever she's doing, the firing has stopped from that position." The swat team commander gathered his troops around and explained the situation. "No firing until you are sure of your target, and I give the okay." he said. "Let's move out." The swat team spread out. One squad of them sprinted to the building that contained the shooters and started working their way up floor by floor. The others spread out and climbed to the top of surrounding buildings that were not on fire, to get as high as they could to have a good field of fire. As Bob sank to the ground, Wally was crawling toward the rifles which Sandy had propped against the rooftop wall. Before he arrived there, Sandy intercepted him. Her iron 23 inch thighs drove her foot into Wally's ribcage. The force of the kick lifted him up off his hands and knees and dropped him about two feet from the rifles. Sandy kicked him in the ribs again, once more lifting him up and driving him farther away from the rifles. Sandy knew that Wally had at least one broken rib, she could feel it snap under her foot. He rolled around trying to get up when suddenly 145 pounds of muscular blonde dropped on his chest. Sandy seated herself on his chest and pinned his arms down with her knees. She looked down at Wally and smiled. "You're just not as luck as your buddy Bob, over there." she said. Sandy started smashing her fists straight down into Wally's face. Left, right, left, right continuous, hard smashes that turned Wally's face into a mass of cuts, welts and bruises. Sandy could feel the facial bones breaking as her stony fists repeatedly smashed down into Wally. His eyes were now completely closed, his nose was broken and she shifted her attention to his mouth. Her knuckles split his lips causing them to swell to more than twice their normal size. She could feel Wally's teeth breaking under her fistic assault, but still she continued pounding away. She intended to turn his face into something that even his own mother would not recognize. Her rocky fists rained blow after blow down into what used to be Wally's face. She could feel it turning to a soggy mush under her assault. Finally she stopped when she realized that he had been out cold for some time and could no longer feel the pain that she was inflicting on him. As she looked down, she thought Wally's face resembled a modernistic painting, all red and black and blue, with the colors running together to form a blob of color. She heard a moan as Bob was coming around and trying to get away from the avenging blonde. Sandy arose from her perch on Wally's chest, brushing a part of a tooth off her fist, and moved to Bob. She reached down and pulled him to his feet. "No more, please." he begged. "I can't take anymore, please don't hurt me." "You're wrong there, Bob." Sandy said. "You can always take more than you think you can." She flexed her biceps for him. "Look at that, Bob. I'll bet you never thought a woman could do this to you and Wally, would you." Her brutal fist blasted it's way into his gut again. Bob folded up once more. Sandy brought an uppercut from her shoetops that smashed into Bob's chin like a runaway 18 wheeler. His head snapped back, and her toppled over, unconscious before he hit the rooftop. Sandy looked around at the two unconscious me with a feeling of satisfaction. She found her bra and put it on. "I guess that distracted them enough to give me a chance to get into action." she said to herself. The swat team members came swarming onto the rooftop about that time. Sandy indicated the two unconscious shooters with her hand. "You're just a little late, fellas. But you are welcome to what's left of these two bozos." The officers lifted the two men and began to carry them away. "Radio down and let the fire fighters know that it is safe to go back to work." she said. One of the swat officers immediately complied. As Sandy headed down she could see the firefighters once more head into the blazing buildings.