This choice: I'm at her work, still inside her shoes. • Go Back...Chapter #8Valerie, the co-worker. by: M.E   I was trying to wake myself up, but was too afraid to find out if everything was just a dream. I opened my eyes, and saw the toes of my aunt! "It's not a dream! Get me out of here!" Diane heard my cries for help.
"LOOKS WHO'S AWAKE! SORRY, MIKEY, BUT MY JOB AS AN ACCOUNTANT IN STILL AT WORK, SO YOUR STILL STUCK IN THERE! HA!" I was doomed for the moment. I sat quietly, trying to face the awful stench of Diane's socks. "MAN, THIS IS BORING RIGHT NOW. LOOKS LIKE I NEED SOME ENTERTAINMENT..." I didn't like the sound of her words. The next thing I knew, I was being grappled by the strength of her mighty toes, bringing me in, closer and closer.
"No! I don't want to go in there! I'll probably die!"
"TOUGH SQUASH! YOU GOING TO BE MY AMUSEMENT, WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! NOW SUCK IT UP, AND ENJOY. YOU SHOULD CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY MISTER. GUYS WOULD LINE UP JUST TO BE PLAYED BY MY BEAUTIFUL FEET."
"Too bad they reek like 14 pounds of sardines!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY FEET?!" I seemed to make her a little mad. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO HAS REEK FEET!" Her forceful grip on me pulled me in, and I was about to experience some real torture. First, she painfully squeezed my body on all 5 crevices of her toes. Then she placed me under her sole and rolled me back and forth, until I was becoming numb in my body. Then, I don't know how she pulled it off, but she pulled my body up in a vertical position, and stuck me through each of her toes and rolled me around, till I collected her toejam onto my body. This kept going on forever! I was lucky enough that her boss called her out of her office. Diane walk out into the hall, where everything seemed quiet. Her boss began to speak.
"DIANE, I'VE BEEN HAVING SOME COMPLAINTS."
"FROM WHO, MISS?"
"FROM THE OTHER WORKERS. THEY SAID YOU HAVE WORN SOME SHOES THAT SMELL AWFUL."
"YES, MISS. I HAVE."
"WELL I WON'T ALLOW IT! GO INTO THE LADIES ROOM AND WASH YOUR SOCKS, OR YOU'LL BE FIRED!"
"YES, MISS. RIGHT AWAY. I JUST NEED TO HEAD BACK INTO MY OFFICE."
"I UNDERSTAND." I felt her began to move again. She was probably back into her office, removing half the stench. She then removed her socks, revealing her face.
"I GOT TO GO WASH THESE FOR A MINUTE. DON'T EVEN THINK TO RUN AWAY!"
"Why shouldn't I?"
"VALERIE!" Diane placed me inside her shoes, then tossing them to the side. From the inside, I could see a chubby woman, looking like she ran here.
"YES, DIANE?"
"WOULD YOU MIND TO WATCH MY OFFICE WHILE I'M GONE? IT'LL ONLY BE A WHILE."
"NO PROBLEM, DIANE. WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?"
"THANKS" Then Diane left, leaving me with Valerie.
Valerie seemed kind of friendly at first, until she starting complaining. " 'WHOULD YOU MIND WATCHING MY OFFICE WHILE I'M GONE?' OF COURSE I MIND! UGH! I HATE THAT LITTLE SNOB! SHE'S ALWAYS HAVING THINGS HER WAY! IF ONLY I COULD GET SOMETHING FROM HER!" She sounded a little jealous from my point of view. She then turned her attention to Diane's sneakers. "HEY! I BET I CAN TAKE SOMETHING FROM HER!" She walked towards the sneakers you were in.
"Valerie! Hear me out! ! I need help!" She didn't pay any attention to me, instead she slipped off her sneakers, letting out an oder far more deadly than Diane's.
"I HOPE THESE FIT." The last thing I could see was Valerie's monster-truck size for heading into my captivity. I crawled deep into the toe section, but it wasn't enough. Valerie's foot was too big, and her toes were crushing me to the bones. "HEY, I FEEL SOMETHING IN HERE! MAYBE I SHOULD PUT FORCE ON IT TILL IT GOES AWAY."
Not a moment to pass, as Valerie applied more weight on me, trying to squash me. Then she suddenly stopped. "I THINK DIANE'S COMING BACK! I BETTER GO! AND I'M HER SHOES WITH HER!" I was terrified about all this. Was I ever going to see my family again? Valerie stopped in her tracks, probably since Diane stopped her. The first thing Diane said was...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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