Sandy Faces Road Rage

Sandy Bouwman does not engage in any sexual activity during her sessions. Sandy 
does sessions in wrestling, fantasy boxing, bellypunching, muscle worship, 
domination, and lifts and carries. You can check out her pictures on her website 
at www.heatwave.net or e-mail her at sandy@heatwave.net. You can also call her 
at 941-922-2957. Call Sandy and book a session. You won't be disappointed.
Arby January 1999



It was a beautiful January day in Los Angeles day. The smog and pollen count 
were very low, 
the sun was shining and the temperature was hovering at 72 degrees. Sandy 
Bouwman was very happy as she drove in her rental car. She was currently in Los 
Angeles as a part of her U.S. tour. She had been daydreaming, and noticed that 
she was almost to the freeway exit that she needed to take to get to her hotel. 
Sandy put on her blinker and started to move across the traffic. Suddenly she 
heard a loud horn honking. She glanced in her rear view mirror and saw a 
Chevrolet Blazer sitting on her rear bumper. As she turned and looked back over 
her shoulder, the driver of the Blazer gave her the famous one finger salute, 
raising and extending his middle finger in the typical "fuck you" gesture. Sandy 
shook her head and turned off on her exit. When she glanced back she saw that 
the Blazer was still behind her. "Must be his exit, too" she thought. When the 
traffic merged into the street, Sandy moved over to the far right hand land. The 
Blazer followed. She slowed down, the Blazer slowed down. She found her street 
and turned on to it. The Blazer followed. Suddenly Sandy felt a jar as the 
driver of the Blazer banged into her rear bumper. As if to prove it was no 
accident, the driver did this two more times, each time banging into Sandy's 
car, backing off, and hitting it again. Sandy was getting nervous. She saw a 
parking lot for a bank and pulled into it. The Blazer followed still. Sandy 
parked her car and the Blazer pulled in right beside her. The driver leaped out 
and began screaming at her. "Goddam stupid bitch, where did you fuckin' learn to 
drive?" he was screaming. "I ought to break you fuckin' neck. You damn near hit 
me." Sandy looked out the car window at the apoplectic man. He was of medium 
height and build wearing jeans and a flannel shirt with a baseball cap on his 
head turned around backwards. He had a tire iron in his hands which he now 
banged on the fender of her car. Since it was a rental, Sandy would be 
responsible for any damage. She opened the door and got out of the car. The man 
stopped in mid stroke with the tire iron. Sandy was dreading a confrontation 
with the man she thought was a lunatic, the way he was carrying on about her 
cutting in front of him because she had been lost. He saw a beautiful blonde 
woman standing in front of him. She was dressed in a tank top and long pants 
that looked like pants to a running suit. He feet were clad in running shoes. 
Sandy began an apology. "Sir, I am very sorry that you feel I could have injured 
you. I am a stranger in this city and I was almost past my exit before I saw it. 
I put on my blinker and tried not to endanger anybody as I changed lanes. You 
are completely overreacting to the situation. Please accept my apology and let 
us get on with our lives." The man was not in a forgiving mood. "You goddam 
tourists come here and think you can take over our town, do what the hell ever 
you want, then all you have to do is say "I'm sorry" and everything will be 
alright. That is not the case here. I'm gonna teach you a lesson about how to 
drive in Los Angeles" he snarled. "I'm gonna take down those tight little pants 
and spank your blonde ass." Sandy suddenly got a very intense look on her face. 
"I have apologized for the incident on the freeway. But I am giving you fair 
warning, don't try to lay a hand on me or you will be sorry." The man laughed. 
"A little shit like you shouldn't talk like that. It could get you hurt even 
worse, I might decide to dip my wick after I spank your ass and there is nothing 
you can do about it. In fact that is exactly what I will do. A little blonde 
stuff would be perfect." "Once again, I am warning you" Sandy coldly responded. 
"Do not attempt to touch me or you will suffer the consequences" The man laughed 
and tossed aside the tire iron. "Come to poppa, little blonde bimbo." he 
advanced toward Sandy. She wanted to jump in the rental car and take off, but 
she knew she didn't have time to get the car started before he would be on her, 
so she stood her ground. The man was of medium height about 5'11" but that made 
him seem to tower over Sandy's 5'4". His weight must have been around 180lbs or 
about 30 more than Sandy. Had he studied his adversary, however he would have 
been able to see her powerful upper body exposed by the tank top with it's wide 
shoulders and back, powerful arms and tiny waist. He lunged at Sandy trying to 
grab her and wrestle her to the ground. Her right foot flew up and slammed into 
his chest before he could get his hands on her. Since her muscled legs were 
covered by the pants he could not see them, but he was stunned by the power of 
her kick. He staggered back and sat down on his butt. "No fuckin' broad can do 
that to Donny Evers and get away with it." he barked. Slowly he climbed to his 
feet. Sandy had kicked the tire iron under her car. "Now I'm gonna rough you up, 
toots" he said. "You'll never cut anybody off in traffic again when I'm through 
with you." He rushed Sandy again, swinging his right fist at her head. Sandy 
caught his arm and spun around falling forward, flipping him over her head and 
against the side of his Blazer. He impacted with a loud THUNKK!! against the 
truck. Donny slid down to the ground again. "Now you've made me mad!" he 
growled. "Now you are gonna suck me off too, before I get through with you." 
Sandy was still amazed at the rage the man was showing. 

 "I've had enough of this!" she thought. Donny charged her again. This time she 
slid one step to her right and brought her left fist up in a powerful uppercut 
to his belly. Her hard fist buried deep in his gut. Donny stopped dead in his 
tracks and folded up, gagging. Sandy's vicious punch had left him winded and 
nauseated. While Donny was gagging, trying his best not to vomit, Sandy smashed 
her right fist into his eye. It landed with a loud TTHHWWAACCKK!! Donny spun 
around to his right and fell to the pavement. His eye was swelling and turning 
red. It would soon be just a slit in a mass of bruised and swollen tissue. As he 
rolled around on the ground in pain, Donny thought "I have never run across a 
woman like this. She hits like a mule's kick." He looked at her more closely. 
This time he got past her blonde good looks and chest. He could see two thick, 
muscular, vascular arms hanging from two big boulder like shoulders. Her waist 
looked thin and hard. She was still holding up two very capable looking fists, 
that had just caused the pain and nausea he was feeling. Donny really wanted to 
cut his losses and get in his truck and slink away. This powerful woman had 
bested him. He crawled to his feet and still hunched over from the pain in his 
belly, started for his Blazer. "Wait, a minute" her heard the woman say in a low 
voice. "You're not going anywhere. You have to pay for the damage to this car." 
Donny kept shuffling toward the Blazer. He felt a strong hand grasp his 
shoulder. "I said, you have to pay for the damage you did to this car." The 
woman said to him in a very authoritative tone. "Fuck you!" Donny shouted. He 
forgot all about the pain in his gut and eye and spun around to face the woman. 
I'm leavin' and there's nothin' you can do to stop me." he rasped. His answer 
was Sandy's big right fist ramming deep in his belly again. This time fluid 
began dribbling out of his mouth and nose as that wrecking ball fist ripped deep 
inside him. "I guess there is only one way to make sure you stay here" Sandy 
said. As Donny caved in and bent forward, she brought her right fist up in a 
savage uppercut that smashed just under the point of his chin. 
KKKRRRAAACCCKKKK!!! Donny lifted up on his toes and toppled over on his back. 
Sandy looked down at her assailant turned victim. "Out cold." she said. That 
ought to keep him here while the cops come. She walked over to her rental car 
and got her purse. Sandy took out her cell phone and called the police. She was 
assured that officers would be on the scene promptly. She sighed, and with a 
quick look at the still unconscious Donny, began to survey the damage to her 
car. Donny had done quite a job on it with the tire iron. "Hundreds of dollars" 
she thought. "There is no way he is leaving here without a commitment to pay for 
this. Sandy then called to leave a message for her clients that she had been 
delayed, but would keep all of her scheduled sessions. As she finished her last 
call, she heard a scraping sound from where she had left Donny. Sandy quickly 
ran around the car, and found Donny with the door of the Blazer open, and 
climbing inside. She grabbed him and pulled him out of the truck. "I told you 
that you are staying here. You have a lot to answer for. You are responsible for 
the damage to this car." "Get the fuck away from me!" Donny mumbled. "I'm 
gettin' the hell out of here." "No you aren't" Sandy said. "Do you want me to 
have to knock you out again to keep you here?" she asked. "Because if that is 
what you want, I will be glad to accommodate you." "Leave me alone!" Donny 
answered "I have to go" Sandy shrugged. " You are going, alright. You are going 
down, and out." she said. With that, she spun Donny around to face her. Her 
right fist rocketed into his tenderized belly. OOOFFFF!! went Donny and he 
folded over her fist. The cruel punch had really hurt him this time. He sounded 
like a wounded animal. Sandy's left fist came around in a perfectly executed 
left hook and exploded on his jaw. CCCRRRAAAKKK!!! Sandy could see his eyes 
glaze over. A delicious feeling shock that was almost orgasmic went through her 
fist and up her arm. Once again Donny spun around, but he was out before he hit 
the pavement. Sandy looked down at the unconscious bully and shook her head. 
"Some of you have to learn everything the hard way. Well, I'm just the girl who 
can teach you." Her last vicious punch had knocked loose a couple of teeth. They 
could be seen hanging out of the corner of his mouth, with blood dripping down 
and beginning to puddle under his jaw. His eye was swollen completely shut with 
the surrounding tissue beginning to turn black and purple. Green mucous from his 
murderous belly beating was hanging out of his mouth and his nose. The underside 
of his chin had a huge lump and was turning purple. He was lucky that his jaw 
was not broken. When Sandy saw that, she said "I must be losing my punch. I 
thought that felt good enough to break his jaw, but it didn't." Sandy heard the 
sound of approaching sirens signalling the arrival of the police.

The officers quickly ascertained what had happened. They found the tire iron 
with which Donny had attacked Sandy's car. They recognized Donny. He had been a 
trouble maker and bar brawler in the area for quite some time. "It looks like 
this time he picked on he wrong person this time" one of the policemen said. 
They impounded Donny's Blazer, and loaded his still unconscious body into the 
police car. "He will probably lose his insurance for this after they pay off the 
damage on your car, ma'am." The officer said to Sandy. She smiled and thanked 
them. "I have a few business appointments that I must keep this afternoon." she 
said. "Do you need me for anything else" The officer looked at the pool of blood 
where Donny had been sprawled on the pavement. "No, ma'am, it seems that you 
have done enough for today. I sure would have liked to have seen this, though." 
Sandy smiled at him. As she got in her car she said, "Maybe next time we can 
sell tickets and videotape it" The officer laughed as she drove away.