Flat tire		
By Underdog
Sometimes it's good to have a flat tire.

Preface: STORY OF A POISED AND CONFIDENT FEMALE BODYBUILDER 
WHO IS STRONG AS AN OX!  

Her name: BLAZE 
Occupation: Dancer, Prancer and Vixen. 
Marital status: Widow; accidentally crushed her husband's head with a scissors 
hold, then seduced the judge to dismiss the charges. 
Turn-Ons: Showing off her body to men, hoping the wife catches him looking at her. 
Age: 39 (and looking good!) 
Her stats: 45 (mostly muscle) - 22 - 37. 
Hair: Dirty Blond 
Eyes: Hazel 
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 144 lbs.
Thighs: 29" when flexed. 
(HUGE) Calves: 19" when relaxed!!! 24" when flexed. (PUMPED TO PLEASE) 
Biceps: 14" relaxed. 18" flexed (UNREAL PEAKS)   
Lifts: Anything heavy. Works out with living room furniture instead of weights. 

THE STORY: The worst heat wave to hit the West Coast in a century, the news 
was calling it. 110 degrees in the shade on the coastline, 139 degrees inland. 
"DAMN IT," Joey thought, "The day I have to go to Vegas for a big job interview, 
and its so fricken' hot." 
Joey was unemployed for 7 months now. Finally receiving a bite to his resume, 
he was destined for Vegas for a job that could offer him 60 thou a year! Determined, 
he set off, in his little Chevy Spectrum. "No air in this damn car either,"
he thought. "Its gonna be a hot one, but worth it if I get this job!" Joey was ready for 
the heat, six 5-gallon bottles of water, and a huge ice brick that musta weighed 40 
pounds in a large cooler he borrowed from his friend all placed neatly in the back 
seat of the Chevy. Taking off early to beat some of the heat, Joey set off for what 
would be the ride of his life.      
It was coming up on noon; the heat was beating down on him as he approached 
Barstow. I-15 was looking very mean and Joey had already finished a whole 
bottle of water without having to piss. 
"Dehydration," he thought. "That's a sign! I knew that from my old Navy days. 
Something we learned during training." He decided not to pull over, but to try 
to get to Vegas as soon as possible to chill out at his hotel there.
A couple hours passed and it was about two o'clock. It was getting unbearable.  
Four bottles of water gone, and two to go; only one piss.  "Not good," he thought! 
"Only 10 miles to the Nevada line and then I'll get more water at one of the casinos," 
he thought. The ice had melted too, by now. "DAMN, ITS HOT," he yelled to no one. 
Only a few cars passed him all day. Joey picked up the speed, 70-80 miles an hour 
now, pushing his little Spectrum to the max when it happened: Two loud booms. 
Joey struggled to keep the car on the two-lane road, and finally slowed down right 
next to a ditch! With his heart pounding and the sun pounding down on him he got 
out to look at the two front tires. Both were flat. "BOTH!!" he yelled. "DAMN IT, 
BOTH!!"  With only one spare, he was in a world of shit.       
His shirt now off, and his scrawny body baking in the sun, Joey was really getting 
worried. Twenty minutes had passed, and not one damn car came by. Everyone 
stayed away from I-15 today but him! Joey gulped more water, hoping to fill up his 
155 lb. body with fluid. He stood 6 feet tall, and knew if he had more beef on him 
it probably would be worse.  Then in the distance he heard a car. 
Was it a sound mirage? Nope, he could see it now, over the heat coming up from 
the freeway. As it closed, Joey, a desperate man, stood in the middle of the 
freeway and frantically waved. The car, now almost on top of him, swerved to miss 
him, went around him and stopped. About 10 feet away, Joey saw the Nevada plate 
that read: "BLAZE." Walking toward the car, a little red Porsche, Joey saw the 
driver's door open. He started to say something but stopped when he saw the driver. 
She stood up and walked toward Joey. 
"Workout much?" She laughed at him, not seeming to be pissed about having to 
sway to miss him. 
"No, Miss...." he began.
"Don't call me miss, Butthead," she interrupted, "Call me Blaze!"
"OK, Blaze," he said, "I don't work out much. Can you...."
"Shut the hell up please, and come here," Blaze said in a firm voice. 
Joey walked over to her; he thought it was actually a mirage. She was very pumped 
he thought and firm! Once Joey was near her, she felt his scrawny arms. 
"Make a muscle," she said. 
"But I need...." Joey tried to ask for help. 
"Shut the hell up, and do it!" she was determined! 
Joey made a muscle and Blaze pointed at it and laughed out loud. Joey now was 
on his last nerve. He went to grab her by the hair, and without a second thought 
she seized his wrist, twisted his arm behind his back and got him in a headlock. 
"Never, *ever* do that again, Wimp!" she yelled in his ear. "Understand?"
Joey was in pain now; his arm was pushed up his back. 
"Yes, Blaze, I do understand. Please," he begged, "Help me with my flats or give 
me a ride!" Blaze let go of him, turned him around, and saw that Joey was frightened. 
"Oh, little one, are you frightened?" she said sarcastically. 
"Check me out first!" She then flexed her left bicep. It was a mountain, growing 
and growing as she pumped it for him. "Like that? she asked.
"Yes I do," Joey said, "A lot, but..."
"Shut up, Wimp," Blaze said forcefully, "Let me see your friggen flats now." She 
followed Joey over to his car. 
"Got two spares"? she asked, smirking. 
"No I don't, Blaze; that's my problem," Joey said. 
"Now you got a bigger problem," Blaze said. The next thing Joey saw was amazing: 
Blaze squatted down and, with her leg and arm muscles, lifted the side of the car 
over and down into the ditch!  Then, she laughed out loud and walked back to her 
Porsche. Joey stared at his car in amazement. He could not believe his eyes. He 
was both pissed and turned on. 
"Blaze!" he called, "You are really turning me on." Then Blaze turned around, smiled 
at Joey and flexed for him. She was sweating now, and looked very tight all over. 
Her halter-top was stretched to the max and threads were actually starting to come 
out, her cutoff denim shorts complimented her massive thighs that were all pumped 
up just from turning Joey's car over. 
"Come here Joey, come here and beg me to flex for you in this heat!" 
Joey walked over to her; he was now showing his turned on self through his jeans. 
'Wow," Blaze moaned, "I guess I *do* turn you on huh? Feel these powerful biceps, 
Joey, look back at your car and think about how strong and sexy I actually am. 
I want you to imagine me lifting for you all day long, all kinds of things, refrigerators, 
sofas, Laz-e-Boy recliners. Picture my powerful body Joey, dominating you, making 
you want more, but only when *I* decide to give it to you." Joey's mouth opened as 
she spoke. She *was* turning him on; car lost, belongings lost, and probably job lost, 
but Blaze was turning him on. She then did a chest pose, a double bicep pose, into 
a back pose and then flexed her thighs for him, expanding them to the full 29 inches. 
Joey was both numb and horny. He lost track of who and where he was. He pulled 
out his bulge and began to stoke it, watching Blaze do dances with her stomach 
muscles, biceps, thighs, triceps and back. He exploded in ecstasy as Blaze watched 
him. She was laughing at him now. "Why," Joey thought, "Why is this bitch laughing at 
me?" Joey was now embarrassed, she made his manhood go down the tubes, he felt 
about 1 inch tall. Blaze continued to laugh at him, and with all the power he could 
muster, he waited for Blazes back to turn and grabbed her in a bear hug. "Listen bitch, 
you fucked up my car, made me cum and then laughed at me. What the hell are you, 
mental? Now, I got you and now I am going to kick your female ass!" 
"No, I'm not mental wimp, just a big tease and you are my slave, get it, Slave?" 
With that, Blaze separated his arms from around her with ease. Quickly turning 
around, she bent down and picked up Joey like he was a feather. Lifting him way 
over her head, she walked him over to his car. 
Joey looked down and could not believe what he saw. Her butt was tight as a rock 
and her legs musta grown 6 inches. He was speechless and amazed at the turn 
of events. He went to balance himself and held on to her outstretched arms, he 
could feel her muscles and sweat combined and she was packed with both.  Up 
in the air, Joey felt himself getting hard again. "What the hell," he thought, "am I 
going mad?" As Blaze got to the area of Joey's car, she went to look up to tell 
him he was about to have a meeting with his car when she saw his bulge again. 
"My oh my," she said out loud, "You are a horny one aren't you?"
"Please flex for me some more Blaze, you can laugh at me, kick me whatever you 
want to do." Blaze then let him down. "Ohhhh," she cooed, "That felt good, lifting you 
over my head, Baby. Made my awesome body bulge some more. Like to feel my 
thighs baby?" she cooed. "Y-e-e-ssss," Joey said, "Please, Oh yes!" 
As Joey reached down to feel her thighs, she grabbed his head and stuck it 
between her thighs. 
"Ouch, stop it," he yelled. "That's not even tight, Baby. Let me get a little TIGHTER." 
She then squeezed a little more, Joey's face was now red and with one big, swift 
and quick squeeze Joey passed out.      

The bed felt nice and soft to Joey, he had a terrific headache though. 
He heard grunting noises coming from what appeared to be a hotel room. Looking 
down he saw Blaze doing perfectly formed sit-ups, counting aloud: 744-745-746. 
"Blaze," he asked, "Where am I? What's going on, what time is it????" 
Hi Sleepyhead," she said, not losing count or rhythm. "You're in Phoenix, I am 
doing sit-ups and its 12 noon" 
"WHAT!" I yelled, Phoenix! Noon! I missed my interview!!"
"Oh, Don't worry Joey, you're with me now, I'll take good care of you." 
Joey's head was going haywire. "With you...? Take care of me.... What the hell is 
going on?? Explain," Joey said, "PLEASE EXPLAIN!"
Blaze stopped her sit-ups, got up and did a stomach pose in the mirror for herself, 
sucking it in she cooed, "What a bod, huh Joey?" 
"Yes, Blaze, wow, your abs are unreal." Once again, Joey got caught up in her 
body. 
"Take the tape measure Joey and measure my waist please!" 
Joey did and shouted out, "Nineteen!" "Puuurfect," Blaze cooed, "Just puurfect! 
Well Joey, I am ready for my audition in 2 hours. You are now my manager, lover 
and slave. I will be dancing each night here in Phoenix for a month and probably 
make thousands in tips a night, if I'm good enough, which I know I am. Do you 
like that Idea Joey? 
Joey grabbed his thoughts, "Well, yes Blaze, it sounds great." Joey knew he had 
no choice and was stuck with a bitch, fox, and sexual dynamo all in one. 
He was in ecstasy and felt horror at the same time. 
They arrived at the audition. 

The bar was dark except for some lights on the dance stage. 
"Name," the manager said. "Blaze, Honey, and built to last." 
The manager looked up and saw Blaze taking off her dress, she had on a bikini and 
was all pumped up. His jaw dropped; Joey knew she was already in. 
Blaze jumped on stage, and started to dance to no music, her muscles bulging 
and gyrating. She did a few bicep flexes, looking at them herself, and smiling 
each time. The manager was just staring at her. 
"Nice, huh," Joey said. "She yours?" the manager asked. 
"Sure is," Joey said, feeling like a million bucks. "She's hired! And, I want to see 
her now. In my office---alone!! I don't need no smooth talking manager to try and 
get more cash from me."
Joey went over and told Blaze, she was in the office in seconds.  Behind the desk 
sat the manager, a big man, weighing at least 200 lbs. 
"Like me?" Blaze asked. "A lot, Baby. We don't get many muscle-laden mommas 
here and you'll make a killing in tips, so I am offering you 50 a night in cash." 
Blaze was outraged. Without a word, she walked over to his desk, and slid it out 
of the way, the manager was exposed now, with nothing on underneath. 
"I knew it, Blaze said, A fuckin' pervert!"
She then sat right down on his already hard cock, flexed her biceps, bounced her 
chest muscles and showed him her tricep muscles. He was getting hard right 
under her. 
"Six-hundred a night, and I will let you watch me in private....sir! 
The manager was now really turned on. "Well, that's a little steep, Baby." 
She cooed and moaned, "Don't you like my muscles, Baby," as she watched her 
bicep bounce up and down. "YESS!" He was ready to burst now. "Please get up and 
pose some more Blaze," the manager was now begging. 
"Eight-hundred a night!" she yelled. "OKAY, OKAY YOU GOT IT."
With that answer, Blaze got up and slowly walked out of the office, right before 
leaving, she turned and said, "Think of me baby, think of me."      
"Come on Joey, let's celebrate." She explained the whole situation to Joey and that 
night made over 2,000 dollars in tips. 
Joey watched her from afar each night as she was driving men wild. She did it all 
on stage, flexing, dancing, gyrating and posing. 
Each night the manager had her in his office for 10 minutes so he could watch 
her and play with himself.  She was dynamite. Sexy and so damn strong.      
After that month in Phoenix, they both headed for California. Over 20,000 dollars 
in each of their pockets, heading for even more valuable jobs. After all, with a body 
like Blaze's, Joey knew he couldn't go wrong. 
So next time someone asks you if a Flat Tire is fun, just say 'Depends'.
     
 ***FELLOW AMAZON LOVERS AND FANS OF WOMAN MUSCLE: PLEASE 
EMAIL ME WITH YOUR 'STRONG' COMMENTS--- 
FEMALE COMMENTS WELCOME!        
UNDERDOG    *in search of a BLAZE...always*