Supermarket Crush - Story Thursday, 06-Nov-97 17:27:37

I am the manager of a small but busy supermarket near an all-girls boarding school. All day I see them come in, wearing cut-offs or shorts usually. This is hot enough for me, but on Sundays, they like to dress for church or dinner or whatever and they wear skirts (short skirts) and heels. Since I got there, I've been trying to figure out a way to get them to crush me without their knowing it. After all, I am a businessman and it wouldn't be great for business if my customers though I was a pervert. Finally, I came up with a plan.

I usually schedule two cashiers on Sunday, since I have to pay them overtime. I told the girls that I would have to finish some work in the aisles and that they would be covered over with a rug for the entire day. I also told them that I would be working throughout the night and I wouldn't be in on Sunday, so they would have to open and close the store. I had been working on a hole in one aisle for weeks and covering it up with a rug so they would not think anything unusual. The ground was also unsteady so the fact of my would-be tormentors walking over an uneven surface would be thought of as normal.

On Saturday night, we closed the store and I got to work. I carefully dug the fake hole, covered it up again and laid down the rug. Then I switched the magazine racks so the the most recent issues of magazines would be in the aisle I would be laying in. I made sure that I would fit snugly in the hole and that the rug would not ride up when someone not picking up their feet might kick the rug. As a bonus for me, I scraped the underside of the rug so that I could look up but no one could see in because of the overhead lighting. I laid in the hole, secured the rug and waited.

I must've been tired after all that work because I fell asleep. The next thing I hear is the alarm going off and the girls racing to shut it off. One of the girls, Edie, complained, "When is that cheap asshole going to hire someone to finsh this job ! I've sick of hearing about it from my roommates !" "Asshole ?!?! Is that what they think of...." before I had a chance to finish that thought, she stomped on the rug, right on my stomach ! I saw stars, but I made no sound. Then she proceeded to scuff up to my chest and stand just below my neck ! Another step and she would be standing on my windpipe ! My heart beat faster - not just from the fear, but from the spectacular view of Edie's pantied behind rising up above her legs. From my vantage point, she was a giantess ! She stood there, just talking to the other cashier, Bette, not knowing that she was a step away from killing me. Soon customers started to filter in. I could hear the shopping carts rattle away from the front of the store as they went about their rounds. In a little while they would be rolling over me, full of food and female feet walking the length of my body !

I didn't have to wait long, as one coed, who only needed a few things came up to the register. She walked up my legs, grazed my crotch with her heel and stood right on my face. She weighed about 110 lbs, but this was enough to make me wince in pain. 'They look so f---ing light !' I said to myself. She paid for her groceries, and stepped off my head. Soon I heard a grocery cart coming towards the front. I braced myself for the weight of a full shopping cart, but it went to the Bette's aisle. 'There will be others', I said. Sure enough, a bunch of girls, coming from a Sunday service stampeded into the aisle. From what I could feel, there were six of them, all chatting and laughing. As Edie rang up their sales, they figeted on me, shifting their weight from one foot to the other, concentrating their weight on one foot. The one coed standing on my face kept shuffling, dangling her shoe off her foot, then slamming her foot back into the shoe. Each time, she would kick my head into the hole. I could see her - sheer white stockings and white shoes with a 4" heel - lifting and slamming, lifting and slamming, over and over again. Another girl, reading one of the magazines I planted, shifted her weight on one foot and was bouncing the other - on my crotch ! Though it was not a full kick, the repeated tapping of my balls to a high heel shoe was excruciating ! Another one was listening to an imaginary song and dancing to the beat on my chest. Soon, the transactions was over and the girls all filed out, stepping on various parts of my body as they left. But just before they all left, one of the girls stopped - her chunky heel digging into my neck and her thick hard sole smashing up against my nose ! Through this pain, I could hear her say, "It's going to be busy for YOU guys today - It's Parent's Day !"

To be continued.....

Matt