Author: Flatman (Aka, Anonymous) Subject: Mob Scene (story) Date: Thu Feb 5 10:46:29 1998

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Mob Scene

Its kind of a cheesy summer job. Security guard at a local outdoor concert pavilion. Its nice being outside though, when the weather is good. Today is the big Manson concert. I didn't realize that girls still go crazy over teen hearthrobs. There must be at least a couple of hundred teenyboppers here already and the show doesn't start for hours! Only problem is, two of the other guys called in sick (funny how they get sick when the monster truck rally's in town.) Looks like its just me to keep this screaming mob of young girls in check.

Boy the crowd is loaded with gorgeous girls too! Most in shorts and T-shirts (its already 85 degrees.) Lots are wearing sandals too. They are all gathering around the back gate to be close to the band's trailer. I guess I'd better get over there.

Just as I got to the narrow opening of the back gate, the trailer door opened. Suddenly the mob began to scream. There are two rather big, tall girls at the gate (they looked like sisters.) Somehow they had unlocked the gate and were about to push it open when I got there just in time to stop them. Meanwhile, the band was coming out of the trailer to rehearse. They waved at the girls and that's all it took to whip them into a frenzy. I couldn't hold the gate but I did block the way and put my hands up to signal that they couldn't come through. The two big girls came right up to me, stood on the tops of my shoes, and pushed me. I totally lost my balance and fell backward into the soft pathway.

The first of the sisters looked down at me and said, "We're not going to let a little thing like you get in our way." With that, she planted her right foot on my stomach and proceeded to meet her objective (an autograph, maybe even a kiss!) She stepped down on me with all of her weight (probably around 150 pounds) and mashed my stomach under her flat, leather sandal. Her right foot came down heavily onto my face. She deliberately stomped my head down into the soft earth, grinding my mouth and nose with the gritty sole of her shoe. Just as she stepped off my face, her sister followed suit. I think she was wearing Keds (tasted sort of rubbery.) At this point, the flood gates were open. I think only the first few girls that came through realized what they were stepping on. After that there were so many girls, I don't think they could see down to the ground. It felt like I was being stampeded by a herd of livestock! As tiny, cute, and petite as so many of the girls looked when I first saw the crowd that morning, they were suprisingly heavy when stepping on me. This could have been because there were anywhere from 2-5 on me at any given time. After the first couple dozen or so, it felt like I had been pressed flat into the path. The ground was soft because of last night's rain so the combined weight of 3-4 girls easily mashed me down a few inches at a time.

Before I was pressed too deeply into the ground, I was able to turn my head slightly to prevent my nose from being flattened. Then I found I was unable to move because the ground had formed around me in the trample. I looked up to find my vision obscured by all kinds of shoes. Flats leather soles, tennis shoe treads, Birkinstocks, you name it, I was getting crushed under it. I could only imagine that my body must be completely obscured by dirty footprints by now. Even if the girls could see the ground, would they see me?

The crowd began to slow down their stampede and then finally stopped. I knew the girls were unaware of me because they stood heavily on me as if there was nothing but earth beneath them. I looked up to see the towering figure of a girl in jean-shorts, a T-shirt, and Keds standing with one foot on the side of my face and the other on my chest (or was that someone else?) I felt like a bug about to be carelessly squished by this lovely young fem.

It was difficult for me to hear, being packed down into the ground like I was, but I think I heard the crowd "Booing." Then I saw the girl that was standing on my face shrug. She turned around, twisting my face beneath her shoe. The bodyguards must have turned the crowd back. Unlike their excited rush before, the girls trudged slowly over me now, allowing more space between them. This afforded me a better view of each girl that stepped on me. With the initial excitement of the incoming stampede over (and my fear of actually being crushed to death subsided), I relaxed and enjoyed the slow march back through the gate. It was very obvious now that my body was camoflaged with footprints. I could tell that none of the girls realized I was there by the way they walked so carelessly over me. I enjoyed the feeling of being stepped on. Of feeling the different ways each girl's foot felt as she took a step on my face, chest, stomach--wherever she happened to step. First her heel would touch, then the ball of her foot and toes with her full weight to immediately follow.

I was in pure heaven, being carelessly stepped-on by lovely, young girls. I wanted it to last forever, but eventually the crowd began to thin out. I hadn't been stepped-on for about 10 seconds when a familiar shoe sole heavily covered my face. The way this girl walked, slowly and deliberately, made me think that she knew I was there. She finally stepped off my face and I could see it was sister number 2. As she took small steps on my chest and stomach, she turned to look down at me and smiled a mischevous smile. Then my light was blocked again by a gritty, leather sole. Sister number 1 was now taking her sweet time making her way over my body and to the gate. She utterly mashed my face under her sandal. When I could see her, she looked down at me, then at her sister. She took her last step directly on my crotch, squishing my load out of me. Then they both stopped, looked at each other, and laughed. "I felt something funny on the ground just then. Felt like I squished a bug." Her sister said, "I think the whole crowd squished that same bug!" The girls giggled and walked away.

The End?

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