Completely out of energy, Jack could only wait as he heard a different pair of heels tap towards him. As the shiny black heels neared him, Jack recognized that it was Viola, the manager. Viola was on her daily inspection of the hotel, and unfortunately for Jack, did not want to see what she thought was a bug.
“A bug?” She looked in shock “in the hotel concierge? This is unacceptable! Where the fuck is Kaley?”
Looking around for the bug, Jack realized he didn’t see one, and in a sudden realization, realized he was the bug she saw.
Viola lifted her heel high into the air and crashed down on Jack. Unlike Kaley, Viola was careful, and applied not too much pressure on him as she did not want to dirty the carpet.
Jack looked up and saw the triangular shape of the bottom of a heel take up more and more of the sky, until it enveloped him. This was repeated a few more times before he finally got stuck on the heel, at which point Viola started walking again.
Having got the bug stuck on her shoe, Viola thought now would be a good time for a smoke break. She got to the car park and had a bit of a smoke, before grinding the butt out with her pump. She then remembered the bug was still there, and peeled the bug off with her shoe against the concrete.
The heel then came down on him again. And again. And again. Then she started more twisting and grinding motions. I Viola was a very uptight woman, and this releasing of stress felt good, as all her anger exerted into sheer pain for Jack.
This pair of heels felt very different for Jack. Firstly, it was much older, whereas Kaley had just bought a pair for this job, Viola had been wearing these black heels for more than half a decade. As such, the wear and tear was more significant, with a rough bottom piercing into him every time she stepped on him. But Viola also had a certain passion in her stomping. Jack felt that Viola was genuinely trying to destroy him, as her heel flattened him over and over, then smeared him all around the concrete floor, before grinding him down in place, each twist and turn disorienting him and adding a new layer of pain.
After 10 minutes of the excruciating torture under her shoe sole, she switched tactics, and placed her pointy heels on him, both shoes. Normally, the tip would be tiny, but since Jack was just 1cm tall, the tip was a square that covered his entire chest and torso. Up, down, up down, she pressed into him, and quickly, he found himself aroused again.
Finishing another cigarette, Viola drops it on Jack unceremoniously, before twisting it out using the very front of her sole, a tiny area where so much power was driving downwards.
First having been hit by the cigarette, the next squishing by the heel felt doubly bad, as Jack found himself yet again victim to Viola’s heels. He felt like a challenger to the heel, which would never succeed and end in him being mangled against the concrete by a cold, indifferent heel, twisting him inwards like a pebble, which was more than what these women thought of him, yet so much energy of there’s was focused on making sure there was no more room between their shoe and the ground, with Jack being the only thing in their way.
After a few releases, Viola suddenly lets up, clicking away as if she didn’t just grind Jack into the ground half to death. Jack was now so heavily battered by the vicious assault that he just lay there, recovering. Suddenly, some people show up
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