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Chapter #4

Office boy at the copy machine

    by: papshee Author IconMail Icon
Naturally, it wasn't long at all before his lady boss, Beverly, spotted him starting to open his sack lunch and quickly marched over to his little desk and slapped the bag right out of his hands, scolding him; "The time for snacking is over, the lunch hour ended 5 minutes ago." He started to object and remind her of the previous assignment she had given him, but it was too late as his bag of goodies was now 10 feet away on the floor and in the main corridor between the array of desks and already was getting nudged (or kicked) down the aisle towards that dreaded copier that he thanklessly maintained by the other ladies in the office who would rather walk on a piece of trash rather than to make the effort to avoid it. Miss Beverly, (or Bev as he referred to her when she was not in ear shot) had finished her short but demeaning lecture and had just turned her back to walk back to her office and he started to get up to retrieve his bag of vitals, when she abruptly turned around, sternly commanding him to remain seated until she had given permission for him that he may get up to take his afternoon break. Helplessly he got back in his seat and watched his lunch bag move further and further away as if each office lady had radar in their feet and everyone of them managed to make contact with his precious meal. So far no real damage had been done as his officemates had only delivered glancing blows and none so hard that it wasn't more than 20 feet away at this point. Then finally Shelly one of the tallest women he had ever met was kind enough to make a solid contact with it and put it almost in arms reach of his desk, but right at the back of Bev's feet he was still glaring at him to make sure he would not attempt to get up. Satisfied with his compliance she took a half a step back and spun around to go back to her desk. Of course this macerated his lunch and dragged it back out in the middle of the corridor again. Even though Bev had squarely put her foot in the middle of his sack lunch when she spun around he figured the damage done by her wasn't a total loss and he still would be able to salvage enough nourishment to tide him over until his dinner. With Bev's shoe print branding the middle of the sack it would now be an open invitation for his other officemates to now destroy what was left. The first offender was Frances who managed to catch the middle of his bag with her heel and carried all the way down to the copier still stuck to her heel. Once there she managed to dislodge it. He still had a clear view of his rations and outside the major crush Bev had delivered it was still in reasonably edible shape. Frances had only put a hole in it and flattened the outside of what he assumed to be left of his sandwich, but it was certainly now in the worse possible place. It was in the spot where all 30 of the ladies that worked with him would stand as each of them finished what they typed and went to make a file copy of their reports. Traci was the first to line up behind her, and as Frances stepped back to allow Traci access to the machine Frances then put her foot in the middle of his lunch as she walked away. Next Traci moved the lunch slightly forward so that it was in perfect position to receive all future on-comers and then proceeded to plant the soles of both of her high heeled shoes on his noontime meal. After Traci was Dawn, then Roberta, Barb, Dominque, and still later Misty and Lexus until he practically saw every one of his office associates had managed to park one or more of their feet continuing to massage what used to be his nourishment into a messy smear on the floor. By 3 pm Bev came back to his desk and sweetly asked him that on his break right now if he would mind cleaning up a little mess by the copying machine. Bev always new how to mix a lot of sweet honey in requesting a favor so he never refused her and was always willing to do whatever she asked. Needless to say he new what the sticky mess was and eagerly went to perform his mission in the hopes that he could scrape up something of the debris and fill his stomach a little. In his haste to get to the copier before any of the other ladies approached it he neglected to get anything in which to wipe up, or scrape up the junk on the floor. Thinking quickly or perhaps not thinking clearly, he immediately laid down in the prone position with his head right over the gooey, gritty, blackened mess trying to debate to put his tongue to the floor to lap it up. Shelly however made this decision for him as she came up behind him carefully studying the report she was about to copy totally oblivious of the back of his neck below her in which her right foot now pushed to the floor quickly followed by her left foot which centered in the back of his head and thus forced his tongue and the rest of his face into the black, gritty, goo. Shelly was well proportioned for her size being very attractive, and although she weighed almost 200 pounds, had she been a petite size lady with her figure she would have only weighed 120 or so pounds. But nonetheless her enormous weight made resistance futile and his tongue reluctantly lapped up the only nourishment he was going to get before his dinner at 8 pm. He lived alone and he had a long commute and with no family her got used to eating his dinner very late, this is why lunch was so important to him. Currently despite Bev's actions he was at least getting something inside his belly. As Shelly shifted her weight back and forth he found it increasing difficult to apply his tongue with so much pressure on his head or breath with so much pressure on his neck depending of course on Shelly's posture. Of all the ladies that constantly ignored his existence he favored Shelly the most as it would always seem by whatever coincidence whatever she did often helped him out in some way. So despite the pain, humiliation, and lack of being able to breath he still loved her touch; even if it was just the bottom of her heels. He was finished licking the floor clean as Shelly reached over to collect her documents and lifted up her left foot to move it closer to the discharge bin and with his head now free he watched her plant the heel of her sexy stiletto into the middle of his outstretched hand. Pain shot through his arm and would have screamed had it not been for all the pressure still on his neck. The hand quickly went numb and she removed her right foot as well focusing her entire 200 pounds mostly through the heel emerging from the back of his hand. She paused there for a moment to gather and sort through the papers. He took this opportunity to try to flip over on his back for two reasons. The first was with his face down he felt extremely vulnerable not being able to see what was happening above him and secondly he utterly treasured every moment he got to stare at her beauty. She even shifted her left foot a little thus freeing him for his flip. Just as he righted himself Shelly repositioned herself so that she re-pinned his arms with the heel of her left foot on his index finger and the heel of her right foot in the middle of his wrist and the sole of her left foot in the palm of the other hand and the sole of her right foot on the lower arm. Somehow Jaimie appeared from nowhere and immediately slid into the same position that Shelly was a second ago. Obviously though Jaime feet were on his upturned face and his very vulnerable neck. Not caring what was below her feet she twisted them around getting both comfortable and stable for the numerous copies she was going to have to make. She immediately struck up a conversation with Shelly still standing next to her and overheard Jaimie say that she had about 30 minutes of copying and collating to do and Shelly always showing kindness to her coworkers offered to help sort while Jaimie was feeding in the copies. Now Shelly heels had free reign over his arms, face, and neck. And Jaime overlapped her territory with her spikes everything from the top of his forehead to his groin. At the moment Jaimie feet were on the top of his fore head and still on his neck. Jaimie would shift back and forth and with her entire weight on her right foot on his neck he still manage to get a trickle of air passed underneath her compressing his neck. He was more concerned how carelessly she positioned her left heel as too many times it hovered over his eyes and occasionally actually made contact with his eyelid, leaving a minor scratch or to on them. Finally Jaimie shifted over to his chest and stomach and Shelly filled the void over his face. If he was pleased with the occasional glimpse of what Jaimie held privately intimate that no man except for a very select few was permitted to view as her petite little legs rose up to a bright satiny purple at their juncture. He cherished what he now saw as Shelly's legs now towered above him. Such magnificent beauty he thought to himself as he focused on the almost transparent yellow material and could easily see the defined dark splotch that she kept well groomed and like Jaime only a very select few were allow to view. This in fact had its price to pay as she shifted her weight to the right and his neck was caught inside the arch of her heel completely occluding any attempt to get both air and blood past her weight. He loved the view as he felt himself get dizzy as he approached unconsciousness. He mused that if he were invisible to 30 ladies while he was alive, how long before the stink of his dead body would it take to discover what used to be him. No matter, this view was to die for and he again laughed despite himself. True to form Shelly always was doing nice things for him and she shifted her weight momentarily so that her left sole was now covering his eyes punishing him for his previous voyeurism, but at the same point she also shifted all of her weight to that foot and let a much needed supply of blood and air pass by. This was short lived as she next shifted the other direction and her entire weight was on her right foot as his eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. Her left foot was now freely floating over his face alternatively the heel and toe of her stiletto was exploring the different features of the surface below her foot. The toe of her shoe was forced passed his lips and she exchanged the moistness of his lips, tongue, and mouth for the grit off the bottom of her sole. He didn't mind because it was Shelly. What he did mind however was when her heel started exploring each of his eye sockets and for a brief moment he was afraid she decided that his eye socket was a good place to plant her left foot to support her weight as it seemed she was about to shift her weight back. The stiletto applied an extreme amount of pressure in the corner of his eye, and he was truly afraid that his last vision was going to be the fantastic beauty of her well formed legs. Just before the rest of the weight shifted back over the heel miraculously found its way up to the notch between his eyebrows. This would save his vision if and only if the spike heel didn't slip off its precarious perch between his eyes. So far so good as the entire weight of her body was on that tiny little area between his eyes as her sole of that foot extended beyond his facial features and her right foot was now floating free. She however left the high heel stuck to the crook of his neck as he was now feeling her bare toes on his lips. She most have been curious as to the funny depression below her that allowed the toe of the other shoe to pass inside. He also noticed the incredible foot smell emanating from that foot as well. It was obvious that this was the first time that day that her toes had seen the light of day as she spread her stretched out toes, trying to air them out quickly brushing up against his upper lip. He now wondered how something so beautiful as her foot was could smell so bad. As much as he worshiped Shelly he kept his lips closed tight trying to prevent those nasty things from entering his mouth. He could not however maintain the argument against her overwhelming strength as the toes forced their way past his lips. What an awful horrible taste she just imposed on him as he now had a mouth full of her foot sweat. She seemed to sense that somehow the smell was being reduced while she had her toes in there as she continued to push as much of her foot inside his mouth as possible with his dentures popped out when Shelly first stepped on the back of his head there was a surprisingly great amount of room in his mouth to accommodate her foot. Her toes seem to touch the back of his throat pushing aside his tonsils and all but the heel of her size 11 foot was now inside his mouth getting bathed. Again this had its blessing as the heel that was anchored in the notch between his eyebrows was now free to relocate on his forehead. She shifted her weight back over to his forehead as the foot eased out of his mouth but now rested lightly over his nose and eyes. Although the footsweat was now gone the smell although reduced was still enough to take one's breath away. But there it remained while it dried off. Her toes were not still however as they sought out to explore every facet of his eyeballs
as what she probably considered delicate pressure almost seemed enough to push his eyeball out of its socket. Every time he closed his eyelids her toes forced them open. The odor still strong enough to make his eyes water. He could tell by the conversation above him that the 30 minutes had gone by and their job was just about finished. Shelly's foot now dry sought to regain its cover and re-explored her shoe which was still anchored to his neck. In order for her to get that shoe on she had to really push her toes in hard in them and he felt that even more than her 200 pounds was applied to accomplish this. Then if there was any doubt as to the punishment she was capable of she proceeded to stamp her foot on top of his neck to get her foot in the rest of the way. He was amazed he survived this. With her shoes on she moved back over to punish his outstretched arms and hands as Jaime walked back up from his groin to his face and perched both her high heeled shoes on top of his face straddling his nose and then pivoted both feet simultaneously to face the copier. His face contorted beyond description with her maneuver. But he new that the two ladies' torment was just about over and counted the seconds that it would take to dismount. Jaimie again pivoted both her feet cruelly contorting his face as she strode off him and back to her desk. Shelly was a little slower in getting off his fingers however and when he turned to look at his hands trapped below her heels he spied the dentures she had forcibly removed. Almost at the moment he spotted them Shelly also spun around grinding the tops of his hands under her soles and strode off and her first step landed on top of his upper denture and kicked the other one 3 or 4 feet in front of her. He figured the $3000 dentures were toast but remarkably the upper supported her entire weight as she stepped on them full weight and stopped and just stood there as he imagined the strain the plastic was going through. He wondered why she stopped so abruptly but that question was answered when he recognized the legs of the new lady approaching as Bev's. Shelly's shifted slightly as Bev approached and his upper denture shot out from under her foot into the path of the approaching Bev. When Bev reached Shelly she stopped there to thank her for helping Jaime get out that mega report. In so doing she stopped right where his denture was with the arch of her heel directly over it. This would have been fine if she had only stayed motionless but such was not the case as she positioned her heel on top of his upper teeth and then shifted all her weight to that one foot as the other foot was freely in the air. He couldn't believe what she did next as some how the other foot had found his lower denture and had dragged it underneath her so that when she now put her foot down the lower denture supported the sole of that foot. Miss Beverly now was stepping on both his mouth pieces. The conversation was brief and Shelly moved off and naturally Bev now took the position on his face. Because Bev's manner was so sophisticated above the rest of the ladies and she represented power, he was especially turned on when Bev displayed her black lacy panties over him one more time as it was her turn to once again punish him. Of course he had to pay a price for this view as her heels dug sharply into his forehead and at the base of his neck. She also tested how long he could go with neither air passing into his lungs or blood passing to his head as she seem to enjoy leaning on her right foot. While with this was happening she 'walked' her left foot around sideways on his face occasionally cutting off his view of the black lace and giving him a bug's eye view of the the bottom of her heel as it poised light a snake ready to strike him in his eye. It never did although the heel did get close enough to prevent his eyelid from closing. At the same time he was ready to pass out from lack of oxygen he was shaking like a leaf of the impending loss of sight. Bev paid him no mind however she did shift positions so that the heel protruded past his eyeballs and trapped them in the space under the arch of her heel. The right foot now free as his outer rim of his eye sockets somehow supported her modest 145 pounds, began to explore the strange surfaces and bumps of his nose and lips. He heard the machine's ding indicating the completion of the copy work and thought 'wonderful' she will now leave and he could free himself of this terribly vulnerable position. Right after the "ding" from somewhere he heard the tune from EZ Top's "She's got legs and she knows how to use them" He used to really like this tune until he realized it was her cell phone going off and he was about to be the bottom of a phone booth. Turning around and leaning against the copier she really got in a comfortable position where she could talk to her teenage daughter on the phone and watch the office at the same time. She even kicked off both of her shoes at this point and he was taken a back slightly at the strength of her foot's perfume as she played with his nose and lips with her toes. Compared to Shelly her aroma was mild and he wondered what her playful toes would do if he parted his lips and made a tunnel for her to explore. No sooner than he had his mouth open the toes dived in. It was strangely erotic that this powerful women chose unknowingly to force intimacy with her foot and all of its smells. Would she be embarrassed if she knew what she was doing? ...would she be apologetic? ...would she even care? He chose to think the later as all the women in the office treated him like the dirt on the floor. By the end of her conversation with her daughter 15 minutes later he was completely familiar with the unique features of her toes. He admired how well manicured and soft they were, but at the same time capable of forces strong enough to stretch and contort his face unimaginable poses. For the most part when he wasn't staring at her toes he was staring at the black lacy patch way above his head. He thought they looked much prettier up there rather than up close and personal where he had to share the acrid smell which she had attempted to perfume over inside the ladies room hours ago. He also learned quite a lot about her daughter Amanda by the conversation on the phone which he knew by its personal nature he was never supposed to privy to. Finally she put the phone back in the slim pocket in her skirt and fetched the discarded shoes one at a time back up to his face where she slammed both of them on causing even more trauma to an already traumatized face. As she strode off she managed to re-find his dentures first stepping on one then the other. Pausing for some unknown reason on top of the denture she was standing on he imagined the terrific strain they had gone through between Shelly and her. She seemed to feel the strangeness of this bump and decided to give his upper denture a good swift kick down the corridor where 3 different ladies stepped on on kicked them again and he lost track of where the third kick had shot it to. As Bev walked away he quickly rose to his feet and in a panic searched everywhere for the missing teeth. Not able to find it before Bev found him away from his desk she glared at him pointing with her pencil for him to return to his desk at once. If he hesitated he knew it meant trouble so reluctantly sat down not knowing the fate of the $3000 he had infested in that piece of plastic. Apparently he still didn't sit down fast enough and Bev had now paged him on the overhead that he was to report to her office concerning his tardiness from the 3 o'clock break as it was now close to four. As he came into her office she began demanding to know where he had been for the last 15 minutes as she stood out there by the copier watching the office and noticed that he had not been at his desk. He was speechless as he did not know how to tell her he had been sucking on her toes all that time and just kind of stammered. He noticed something pink under her desk and discovered where either the 3rd or subsequent kicks had brought his denture. Her shoes were off and his denture had now become her little toe toy and it wasn't going to be hard to imagine what it was going to smell and taste like if and when he ever got it back. She had finished scolding him and was now giving him his next task.

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