This is of course my first ever tale and I would have never written cept I wanted to try and show someone what I meant by “scale” and “width”. So that’s really the purpose to demonstrate if I can make a story seem BIG.
So the purpose was to make her imagination Big and take her out of her real boring settings. She dared me to do it and said there is no such thing as Bigness of setting and everything happens in rural small village America only!
-Challenge the imagination I said
-Make the settings powerful,
-The issues even more so and add some energy through this.
-And get a few laughs going also
-Impossible she said
-Nothing is impossible says Viv
So lets see
That’s the background of the story so its purpose is different. It is to challenge the mind and widen the imagination and make the issues BIGGER than the planet itself. And have a laugh. And fight over REAL THINGS! And to waken the mind of that writer friend of mine whom I like teasing endlessly. So it wont be like the biff boff stuff that normally goes on here and you have to forgive me for that!!
Tracy dares…..
She was 25 and bored. Bored with her holidays in SC and staying in a matchbox of an apartment in crime ridden Chicgao. Here in her neigbourhood there was not even Big crime like the mafia bringing in truckloads of hooch, or some high end computer scam crime - even the crime in her area was a lil window broken here and a TV stolen from there. And her boyfriend wasn’t even called some big shot Italian name but was called an ordinary sounding Tom! In short she was boredddddd. Her only excitement came when she religiously went for her daily workout to her escape at her gym for Tracy believed in a “healthy mind in a healthy body” remembering her Latin teacher saying Trace “Men sano in corpore sana” while he tried to feel her up in High school. At 5’7” and 140 lbs Tracy could hold her own in a hair pull, a bitch fight or even trash talking as she had picked up a few guttural sounding menacing Italian phrases that she carelessly threw around frightening everyone. The one thing Tracy had was “spirit” and before boring Tom killed that Tracy was determined to make the difference.
She was a competitive animal our Tracy was…..for her a competition was like vitamins for her soul…it brought out the best in her and the worst in her…She became the Alpha Bitch ….. Win or lose she gave it her best. She loved the competition that fights brought out…It was her escape and from arm wrestling to Greco Roman style wrestling and to the boxing ring she was always an active participant. She didn’t fight for ordinary things like My man or Your man or your bra or my bra …she wanted to fight for Planet Earth if given a chance. That was our Tracy…the reality was ordinary but the dream was immense.
And then one day….Trace couldn’t believe it…the poster was in her face as she did her warmup 50 pushups ….Trace does her pushups “men style” not for her this modern resting on your knees sort of pushups as a warmup exercise but 50 of the best looking up and chest on the floor with arms parallel to her shoulder. Her “gym enemy” Alice did hers side by side and went up and down speedily like a yo yo while Trace took her time and slowly exercised every muscle. And every time she came up her eyes leveled with this poster… that announced “The over the top marvvvy surprise holiday contest”. Contest …..the word was like a jolt of electricity to our competitive animal….she couldn’t explain it…the very word CONTEST made her heart go pitter patter and was far more electrifying than Toms silly pretentious attempts at squeezing her breasts “accidentally”
A surprise unannounced holiday destination for the winner of Chicago’s Ladies arm wrestling championship….Trace started reading it carefully and even Alice seeing what Trace was upto came up close and tried to make sense of the words…..But Trace was a well educated lass and read everything in one shot while Alice slowly put her finger on every alphabet trying to makes sense of the word. And when she finally finished Alice smiled coyly at Tracy and said “This is not for you you wee lil thing. This calls for a real lass”, said Alice and so mad was Tracy that she was prepared to arm wrestle that stupid Alice right there on the floor of the gym without waiting for any contest!
One week to go read Tracy and anything would be better than that stupid pilgramge to SC for a holiday where even the comic characters of the 1930’s never went to…it is soooo yukky and the Tom is going to bore me on that. I hope the prize is Vegas, or Disney or could it be California thought Trace greedily and now her dreams knew no bounds. Redoubling her pushups and her arm exercises she vowed to use this opportunity to change her holiday plans. Tom poor fellow was busy booking the Greyhound bus tickets to SC for Two and sunning their sleeping bags and Tracy was busy trying to grab this return ticket for one that the contest offered. Alice was course a major stumbling block conceded Tracy - cause stupid as she was those arms were tuff said Tracy to herself. But Tracy knew this is as much a mental game as it is a physical one and she thanked her scholarships that had seen her thru colleges and given her an education. From global warming to worldwide recession our Tracy was determined to make a difference in her world.
Speed, determination and an iron will saw Tracy slowly make her way up the contest rounds ranks as she easily won the 1st 2nd and 3rd round…used the power of the Good Lord to scrape thru the Q/F’s and S/F’s and ughhhh naturally Alice was her opponent to be in the final. Trace thought deeply and said so damn close to escaping the cold of Chicago I need to win this and a sly plan slowly formed in her Mensa like brain. All is fair in love and war thought Tracy to herself and applying this thought she danced her way to her computer made up a quick poster. Then she slowly made her way to the arm wrestling table…..seated herself glared sternly at Alice and made ugly face at her wanting to scare her and said “oooops”….and went and stuck the poster on the wall behind her back such that Alice would be facing it and prepared for battle. Alice being a slow reader had a great 38 D size upper deck that men admired and gals were jealous of. But on her real upper deck that was the coconut perched atop her body- aka her head the poor gals IQ matched her bra size and Tracy took advantage of this. As the final started poor Alice kept glancing at the poster that was distracting her because she could easily read her name on it but was slowly trying to lip read what else it said. Tracy just fully focused on her opponent and match and slam slam went Tracy’s wrist pinning her opps wrist on her side of the middle line and Trace had her quick victory in the best of 3 decider. Alice was only halfway through lip reading the poster that simply said ALICE IN WONDERLAND IS A REAL CHUMP and Alice was all distracted in her reading and mad as anything when she realized that the match was over and that slut of a tricky Tracy had won by a combination of skill, trickery and cleverness.
Well all was fair and love and war and Tracy just wanted to escape that worse than comic book holiday poor Tom had his heart set on…helped him pack his bags and waved him goodbye out of the story that he had a filler role in and sent him southwards in that smoky greyhound bus that was adding to the pollution levels in her city and beyond. Tracy also was going for a holiday in a BUS but this bus was called the AIRBUS and as she did her kerbside check in wearing her stylish red mini skirt and a low cut top she pretended to be oblivious of all the envious looks she was getting. Tossing her blonde locks (that she said guarded her brains) she was a one woman demonstration package that broke the blonde myth and all the stereotyping that went with it. The only rule she believed in was that Blondes have more fun! But now she had no idea where she was off too ….the contest organizers had kept the surprise, her passport was to be given to her only on arrival and she had no idea where - And her boarding pass just had her seat number on it and when she asked that tramp of a brunette air hostess where the plane was headed all that slut said was “somewhere”. And Tracy had no idea what the airline meant when they said Top Class which was coded airline talk for a class of travel far above first class (airlines in their code called first class ruffing it out and coach class well they just pretend to ignore it totally. Naturally Top Class got all the attention and Trace found herself to be the only passenger till at the last minute a Hollywood actor popped in occupied the King Size Bed next to hers. - In top class they had no seats there were only couches and King size comfy beds that would have done a Royal suites proud. Champagne was self service from a ice cold dispenser and in no time Tracy found herself in the arms of her co passenger and as the plane slowly climbed in the skies above and crossed into the heavens she joined the mile high club that only a select few are lucky to be members of. Helplessly she found herself and her co-passenger in each others arms as the Capt announced a 10 hour flight!!! They hung the Do Not disturb sign, poured themselves each 2 or 3 BUCKETS of champagne and Tracy wasn’t even aware that they were passing the state of SC 30,000 feet below them as she was kept moaninggg in ecstacy in her co-passengers arms. This hero having faced only delicate Hollywood startlets before had no idea what tricks a tramp like Tracy knewww and all his heroism and bravado went out of the window when after multiple orgasms that Tracy had given him and when he was close to nodding off he was rudely awakened and asked “Is that all are u tired already”!!!! “Men” said Tracy are such delicate animals and have no staying power as the Hollywood Hero’s ego was shattered into a zillion pieces that all the Kings horses and all the Kings men couldn’t put back together again.
As the Hollywood Hero nodded off still in the throes of the Tracy orgasm - Tracy herself was wide awake and grabbed the latest copy of National Geographic nodded her head on environmental issues that were of deep concern to her. Glancing out of the window as dawn broke her eyes popped…..she was over a GREEN CANOPY so vassssst and so awesome and majestic it took her breath away. Normal people would be hard pressed at determining any location from this panorama but not our sharp headed blondie. Could this be what she has only read about … “The Lungs of the World”….the Amazon Rain Forest itself….No way No way said Tracy as she almost came into her panties just at the very thought of flying over her environmental dream. The green canopy stretched for as long as the eye could see from 30,000 feet and then suddenly Tracy blinked her eyes in disbelief…There was an ocean flowing thru the forest and she gasped and came in her wet panties again as she saw the sheer magnificence of the water…It can’t be the AMAZON RIVER she yelped to herself it just cant as she felt the plane descend….ohhhmigosh she scremeamed as she realized that there was A God on Earth who was bringing her to the AMAZON RAIN FOREST and she shivereeed in awe and delight.
Before Tracy could say wowwweee she found the aircraft down on the tarmac her luggage transferred and she was the lone passenger in a helicopter that was flying her direct over this gorgeous green carpet and flying so low that she could see the rapids and feel the power of the mighty Amazon River. Still in a daze Tracy found herself put down in a small little camp run by the Save the World foundation right in the middle of a million miles of awesome forest. Given a quick handbook and talk by the camp commander who kept stammering and staring at Tracys leggs she was advised not to travel on her own outside the camp boundary and she settled down for her weeks holiday being told the helicopter would return after a week with camp supplies. To whisk her back on her return leg. Tracy settled down but was taking none of this remain in the camps boundaries nonsense and wanted to see for herself what all this talk of destruction of the forest and heating up of the Planets crust had to do with this area. So she put on her kitbag left a note for the camp commander that said she would be back soon and off she bounced out of the sacred boundary. Totally lost in the beauty of the jungle and the roar of the nearby river Tracy suddenly found herself stepping out of the forest! A fast walker she was but even I she said to herself can’t have walked a million miles out of the jungle already. Peering around she saw a hub of activity and trees getting chopped down….Her trees are under threat thought Tracy and its true the world is heating up and these idiot loggers are responsible and throwing caution to the winds she threw a punch at the nearest logger who was within arms reach just to crack his jaw as he was cracking the tree trunk. Both cracks hit together and as man and tree toppled Tracy for some odd reason found herself toppling over also as the sound of wild drums and screams erupted around her. Dimly she saw an army of powerful women with leggs as strong and muscled as the tree trunks themselves round up the loggers and taking her to be a part of the tree robbers they tied her up with strong Amazon vines too. Tracy was as mad as a bee as she was on their side and now was being treated like the enemy and try as she could no one could understand her drawllly American accent or the English language and bound as she was she couldn’t wave her hands around and make the signs of peace! She saw the loggers being all men (no woman would ever stupidly cut a tree but Men are ever so senseless) were separated from her and taken away to what she imagined to be a slave camp and thought good riddance to these destructors of her favourite forest. Now maybe the earth would not heat up so rapidly thought blondie to herself. Tracy herself was still looking around when silence descended and she saw a woman tall and strong with leggs as powerful as tree trucks and muscles shimmering walk towards her with a leafy green crown made of strong Amazonian vine around her head! It’s the Queen of the Amazons thought Trace to herself as everyone around her started bowing. Queen or not Tracy thought she isn’t going to allow this bitch to get away with bossing her around and as she saw the Queens giant leg descend Tracy just rolled away out of harms way doubled up her leg and kicked the slut queen in her tummy from below. There was a collective gasp from everyone as the queen doubled over and in shock and everyone saw the fierce determination in Tracy’s face that crossed the cultural and language divide. Determination and pride are clear in every language and so was it here. There was a challenge in the air and no one was in any doubt. The Amazonians are strong people but they recognize a challenge when it is thrown at them and their mighty Queen was being challenged to a fight they could see. And slowly the drums started off in earnest - The drums of war…of a catfight without rules - Of a challenge to the queen. And now there was no backing off…the blonde challenger from the North vs. the Amazonian Queen of the Jungle and at stake was the threat of global warming. The earth was heating up but the atmosphere was already hotter than hell and tempers had erupted. Slowly two Amazon “seconds” came and helped Tracy rise and with jungle axes cut the vines that bound her and taking her to the side they dressed her in the attire of the jungle….An Amazonian outfit made from the soft rain drenched leaves of the jungle and two palm leaves strung together with jungle vines know as the Jungle Bra to cover her assets. Out walked Tracy into the open arena cleared by the thieving loggers who could never imagine that their clearing would be used for this rumble in the jungle. The drum crescendo mounted the queen stood up regally and stretched her awful legs and Tracy half shivered but reacted herself by lazily streteching her right leg and smiled softly as she saw the Queen take in the muscle definition and eyes widen in mutual admiration. Ohhh yes the atmosphere was charged and a challenge had been made and accepted and no one was in any doubt of that……And as the “seconds” moved away the battle was about to commence…..
