Story: Mall Trampling II
08-Dec-98 17:17:51

Mall Trampling II

This was the last semester of Jerry’s undergraduate college career. The prospects weren’t very promising for the Philosophy major. He wasn’t sure he wanted to teach, but he knew he didn’t want to jump right into graduate school. He felt like a man with no direction. One evening, as he was drinking back a Red Stripe, his friend Sam said, “You should work at Nordstrom’s”.
“Doing what?”
“Well, you know I’m going back to Dallas so they’ll need someone to fill my position.”
“In the shoe department?” Jerry asked in a dismissive way. Then the feeling hit him, the exciting butterfly feeling that made an appearance whenever he was close to women in high heels.
He immediately agreed, called Sam’s boss, and was hired within the week.
After several weeks he was moved to a “slow” shift, where he virtually ran the department alone. Since he had gotten the job he tried to come up with ideas on how to get women to step on him. The night was indeed slow, the first few customers (a pair of flat loafers, and lady cross trainers) had come and gone, then finally he had his first dress shoe lady.
“Can I help you?” Jerry asked the 40’s something woman holding a modest pair of brown 3” heel pumps. She was maybe 5’3, and had dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was somewhat plain looking, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.
“Do you have these in 7’s?”
“Let me go check.”
Jerry disappeared into the back room and re-entered with a pair of size 7’s.
“Here you go ma’am.”
She smiled and after Jerry placed them on her feet she walked up to the mirror to inspect.
“How are they?”
“Well, they’re comfortable, but the heel feels a little wobbly.”
Jerry pondered for a minute then smiled to himself.
“Let’s try something”, he leaned down near her feet and laying his index finger on the floor said, “step on my finger with the heel.”
“What?” The lady asked looking at him strangely.
“Trust me, it’ll give us a better idea of the heel strength.”
“But won’t that hurt you?”
Jerry smiled, “ma’am I’ve been doing this a while now”.
She hesitated but then lifted her left foot and placed the heel onto Jerry’s finger.
“Don’t be afraid, just stand like you normally would.”
With that she adjusted her weight and the triangular based heel bit into his finger tip. The pain was excruciating, but Jerry didn’t waiver.
“How does that feel?” He asked.
“It’s hard to say,” she said.
“Try standing just on your left foot and bounce.”
She lifted her right foot and now Jerry’s finger felt the full weight of the woman’s heel. Then she began to bounce the pain was intense.
“I don’t feel any wobbliness, in fact it seems pretty sturdy to me.” Jerry said, impressed that his voice wasn’t altered from the incredible pain he was enduring.
“Yes, it seems much better now.”
Then Jerry was almost surprised to hear his own voice say, “try twisting on it a little bit.”
She obliged, the twisting heel was grinding Jerry’s finger into the flat worn carpet.
Jerry started to cold sweat, he felt like screaming. The lady continued twisting until Jerry afraid of having his skin break and bleed, said “okay you can stop, what do you think?”
She stopped twisting, but to Jerry’s chagrin she didn’t step off his finger. She stood there examining her shoes in the mirror.
“I think I’ll take them, but may I try the other heel as well?” She asked. Jerry laid his other index finger on the floor. Without removing her original shoe from his left finger, she placed her right heel on Jerry’s right index finger. The pain shot up both arms as he felt his fingers turn to mush. She rocked back and forth from her toe to her heel and twisted a little bit, almost as if Jerry wasn’t there. Jerry fought back the tears of pain, and he felt his face become as hot as fire.
“Yes, I’ll take them”, she said and she casually stepped off of Jerry’s fingers. Jerry tried to conceal the deep purple indentations that were pressed into fingers. As he rang up her purchase, she smiled and said, “Thank you for your help, I’ll be sure to come back. It’s refreshing to see someone as dedicated to their craft as you are.” If she only knew.

Mat11