Post by thewobert on Apr 13, 2007 20:17:19 GMT -6
In the middle of nowhere, possibly Alabama or Georgia, there sat a Winnebago on the side of a long and lonesome road. The bright colors, every color in the rainbow, can be seen a mile away. Loud techno music echoed across the landscape from the trailer. The closer toward the trailer, the more you would notice it rocking back and forth. Grunts and groans mixed in with the techno music. Suddenly the trailer rocked violently and the door was thrown open. Out from the trailer stumbled Buddy with a tire iron in his hand. He picked himself up from the dirt and glared downward.
“Dude, that’s not cool…….” Buddy barked down at the flat tire on his Winnebago.
Over the next hour, Buddy struggled with the tire. Amongst the cursing and wine coolers, Buddy finally got the bolts off of the axel. He pulled and pulled on the tire, but it wouldn’t budge from the axel. Buddy dug his heels into the dirt and pulled with all his might. With a shout and a grunt, Buddy placed his feet on the side of the trailer and pulled. The wheel screeched on the axel and finally came off. Buddy tumbled backward and the tire went flying backward. Buddy just laid there for a moment, staring up into the sky for a moment. A loud car horn blared from behind him.
Buddy looked up from the ground and the “holla loola” music echoed in between his ears. Up above him was a heavenly sight. A massive tour bus had stopped next to his parked Winnebago. The windows of the bus were thrown open and each window filled with a bikini-clad woman. The doors opened and three women stepped out in nothing but string bikinis. First was a brunette in green. Next was a blonde in a black thong and top. Lastly was a Latin girl in red. The three girls walked over to a jaw-opened Buddy.
“Bonjour!” The brunette said with a smile.
“Hola!” The Latin girl said after.
“Hey there big fellow. We are on a nationwide bikini tour. We are looking for a grease boy to oil us up before each competition. I’m sure a muscle man like yourself would grease us up well. How about it?” The blonde gestured Buddy onto the bus.
“You are in luck. There is a town about five miles that way,” Buddy smiled and pointed up the road, “I’m sure you will find a lucky guy up there.”
“Um…… ok then. I guess we’ll‒”
“No no no no no no no! Wait a second now. Pardon my stupidity. I can be a little slow at times. The town is back that way…..” Buddy points the opposite direction.
The girls went back into the bus and slowly the bus departed. Buddy smiled to himself and went back changing the tire. With a new tire tight on the axel, Buddy was on his way. In the back of his head, Buddy contemplated going with the girls. It was his dream to be an oil boy. Rubbing oil on every inch of their bodies made the blood rush down to his pants. But he was on the mission for gold. Sliding in a CD into his CD player, the thought left his head. The techno music started up again and trailer went rocking down the highway. After a good hour, the sun started to set up ahead. It was getting dark and the stars one by one shined in the night sky. Up ahead, Buddy saw a sight that he thought was gone.
On the side of the road was the tour bus from earlier. Buddy announced his arrival with his musical car horn. He pulled up next to the pulled over bus and stuck his head out of the window. The girls looked over at a smiling Buddy. The beads around his neck glimmered in the light of the girls’ flashlights. Buddy eyed the numerous girls in their different attires.
“Didn’t think I’d see you girls so soon.” Buddy chuckled.
“Our bus blew a cylinder and we have to be the hotel by tomorrow morning.” One of the girls whimpered.”
“Um….. willing to give us a lift?” The blonde from earlier came forward.
“I got one rule. Clothes are optional.” Buddy laughed and opened the front door.
“Thank!” The blonde sighed as the girls darted into the trailer.
“Anytime gorgeous. Anytime.”
“Where ya heading?”
“Maryland. I’m on a quest for gold.”
“I see….”
The trailer started down the road.
“Can I see your boobs? I got beads.”
The Winnebago disappeared from sight.
“Dude, that’s not cool…….” Buddy barked down at the flat tire on his Winnebago.
Over the next hour, Buddy struggled with the tire. Amongst the cursing and wine coolers, Buddy finally got the bolts off of the axel. He pulled and pulled on the tire, but it wouldn’t budge from the axel. Buddy dug his heels into the dirt and pulled with all his might. With a shout and a grunt, Buddy placed his feet on the side of the trailer and pulled. The wheel screeched on the axel and finally came off. Buddy tumbled backward and the tire went flying backward. Buddy just laid there for a moment, staring up into the sky for a moment. A loud car horn blared from behind him.
Buddy looked up from the ground and the “holla loola” music echoed in between his ears. Up above him was a heavenly sight. A massive tour bus had stopped next to his parked Winnebago. The windows of the bus were thrown open and each window filled with a bikini-clad woman. The doors opened and three women stepped out in nothing but string bikinis. First was a brunette in green. Next was a blonde in a black thong and top. Lastly was a Latin girl in red. The three girls walked over to a jaw-opened Buddy.
“Bonjour!” The brunette said with a smile.
“Hola!” The Latin girl said after.
“Hey there big fellow. We are on a nationwide bikini tour. We are looking for a grease boy to oil us up before each competition. I’m sure a muscle man like yourself would grease us up well. How about it?” The blonde gestured Buddy onto the bus.
“You are in luck. There is a town about five miles that way,” Buddy smiled and pointed up the road, “I’m sure you will find a lucky guy up there.”
“Um…… ok then. I guess we’ll‒”
“No no no no no no no! Wait a second now. Pardon my stupidity. I can be a little slow at times. The town is back that way…..” Buddy points the opposite direction.
The girls went back into the bus and slowly the bus departed. Buddy smiled to himself and went back changing the tire. With a new tire tight on the axel, Buddy was on his way. In the back of his head, Buddy contemplated going with the girls. It was his dream to be an oil boy. Rubbing oil on every inch of their bodies made the blood rush down to his pants. But he was on the mission for gold. Sliding in a CD into his CD player, the thought left his head. The techno music started up again and trailer went rocking down the highway. After a good hour, the sun started to set up ahead. It was getting dark and the stars one by one shined in the night sky. Up ahead, Buddy saw a sight that he thought was gone.
On the side of the road was the tour bus from earlier. Buddy announced his arrival with his musical car horn. He pulled up next to the pulled over bus and stuck his head out of the window. The girls looked over at a smiling Buddy. The beads around his neck glimmered in the light of the girls’ flashlights. Buddy eyed the numerous girls in their different attires.
“Didn’t think I’d see you girls so soon.” Buddy chuckled.
“Our bus blew a cylinder and we have to be the hotel by tomorrow morning.” One of the girls whimpered.”
“Um….. willing to give us a lift?” The blonde from earlier came forward.
“I got one rule. Clothes are optional.” Buddy laughed and opened the front door.
“Thank!” The blonde sighed as the girls darted into the trailer.
“Anytime gorgeous. Anytime.”
“Where ya heading?”
“Maryland. I’m on a quest for gold.”
“I see….”
The trailer started down the road.
“Can I see your boobs? I got beads.”
The Winnebago disappeared from sight.