Chapter #6Angela’s new hire. by: Ikkle2   The women laughed to each other, examining every jar, trying to find the right one. You felt your heart flutter with excitement. Your palms sweated, and your knees shook.
As all this was going on, your attention was drawn to a conversation taking place at the register.
"I'm not sure what to do, my tinies haven't been working out very well, I thought they'd help exfoliate my toes but they just whine."
https://sta.sh/011zoqc4bge1
https://www.deviantart.com/manilamagic/a...
You look to see an Asian woman, maybe in her 30s, speaking with the blonde you'd met. She was dressed casually, wearing a white blouse and blue jeans, with a pair of leather sandals on her feet.
"That's awful," the store girl said sympathetically. "You know," she glanced in your direction. "We've actually got a new tiny that volunteered to be here, I bet it'd do a better job, at least for awhile."
"Hmmm," the woman said thoughtfully as she approached your jar, eyeing you like the product you now were. Your view of her was blotted out by the palm her pale hand as she picked up your jar and brought it over to the store girl.
"Is he the only volunteer you have? I'll need two good workers, it’s been great sandal weather but I do a lot of hiking so I can’t deal with lazy tinies." She seemed concerned, but only about whether or not she’d be getting her toes properly buffed.
"I've got an idea," the store girl says in a chipper tone. "Why don't you get rid of one of the ones you've got right now, to help motivate the other one? A lot of tinies change their tunes after they realize how close they are to being crushed or eaten."
"That's a good idea," the woman replies, clearly relieved that her feet would actually be getting a proper pedicure this time. She sits down on a chair and places your jar at her feet, then begins working at her sandals. From your new perspective, you can now see a tiny man and a tiny woman looped into the toe straps of her leather sandals, looking up with worried expressions as her fingers undo their restraints. Aside from that, you noticed her feet looked relatively well cared for, although there was indeed some rough skin building up on her big toes.
"Ok you little freeloaders, which one of you will work hardest for me, and which one of you am I going to let go?" she says to the man and woman.
You can hear the groaning and sobs, but they're not in any position to do anything about it. The woman, who is clearly the more submissive one, immediately raises her hands in an effort to show she's willing to work hard for her owner. The man hesitates a moment before raising his hand.
His worried expression turns to screams as the woman suddenly snatches him up between. her thumb and forefinger, lifting him up to her mouth and casually opening wide to accept him.
"Wait! No, I'm sorry! I'll do a better job, I'll do whatever you need please, PLEASE I'LL-AHHHHHH!"
The woman pops him into her mouth and his screams are cut off as her lips close and she begins idly sucking on him, tiny struggles briefly visible against her cheeks. She keeps her lips pressed firmly shut as she swallows, and the man is gone, although his screams still echo in your ears. Just what have you agreed to?
"Ok little girl, back to work, do a better job ok?" the woman says cheerfully. She leans down in her chair and stretches her hand out to the tiny woman, placing her back on her right sandal, prompting the sobbing tiny to begin strapping herself back onto the leather sandal thong.
"See," the store girl gushes, "motivation works."
The customer puts on her right sandal, and the tiny woman begins feverishly moving her face against the toes on either side of her, though it's a bit hard for you to make out exactly what's happening.
"That is much better! Thank you for the advice, um…" the customer says, looking around shyly.
"My name is Madyson, but you can call me Mady if it makes it easier for you," the store girl replies.
"Thanks Mady, my name's Angela, I’ll be sure to come to you with any advice I need for my tinies.” She says, dumping you out of the jar next to her left sandal.
"Ok little volunteer, get in there!"
You shakily approach the sandal, the grooves of her feet and imprints of her toes visible on the soft leather. As you climb up onto the surface, you notice it's slightly damp from her sweat and smells strongly of feet. The thong of the sandal has little bindings on the back, and you struggle to fasten them correctly.
"Work hard and I’ll keep you for a long time," Angela says, watching you with a smile.
She slides her left foot onto the sandal, flanking your tiny body between her calloused toes, which clench and grasp around the leather. You wiggle and squirm in a panic to get up, but the rough pad of her big toe rubs up against you, awaiting service impatiently.
Remembering your new duty, you began to lick and nibble at her toe, gradually cleaning away at the sweat and dead skin, the salty flavor assaulting your tastebuds.
“This is more like it! When are you getting your next shipment of volunteers?” Angela excitedly asks Madyson.
“I’m sorry Angela, it’s not a normal thing, this guy is the first one I’ve ever seen!” Madyson gives an apologetic smile.
“Oh, well, let me know if something comes up, I hope this one doesn’t wear out too fast.” Angela groaned, giving a cute pout. You realize with a shiver that she’s not expecting you to live long enough for her to get another tiny ‘willing’ to work.
“Anyways, I’ll see you next week, I’m going to break these two in…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author