Her Boots
" No...that's not the way I ask you to do it...you've been working here long enough to know the right way.", said Carl, standing behind the seated dark-haired woman, the same lady looking at a computer screen.
A dirty look on her face, the young twenty three year old turned her head back and responded, " It'll be ok."
" That's not what I asked you to do."
" You don't have to be so pushy about everything."
Carl made a frustrated sigh, walked away from the terminal, went back to his desk at the other side of the room, sat down, and then said, " Meg...come here."
" I thought you wanted me to finish this up."
" Just come here."
Slowly, the brunette raised her beautiful and curvaceous ass from the seat and strolled over to the man, looking down at him, the woman's mane raised to the top of her head while she was dressed in a white blouse and a well fitting slim skirt which went a few inches below her knees together with her black leather stiletto boots, the woman finally saying, " Yea...what?"
" This isn't working."
" What ain't working?"
" You've been hired for three weeks now but you still don't do what you're told and your attitude isn't the best."
" What do you mean...?", exclaimed Meg, folding her arms and shifting her weight, "...I do my job."
" I'm gonna let you go."
" Are you telling me I'm fired?"
" Ah..., yea..., if that's what you wanna call it."
" Oh c'mon...it can't be all that bad."
" Sorry...you can leave now...I'll send you your last check in the mail."
" C'mon...you ain't fucken serious."
" Like I said...you can go now."
Meg stood there for a few more seconds until she suddenly yelled out, " OK...THEN FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU...ASSHOLE...FUCK YOU!"
" You can leave now."
" FUCK YOU!"
" Please leave or I'll call the police."
A very pissed off expression on her face, the woman returned to the work station and grabbed her purse after which she quickly went for the door and left, slamming the thing shut.
Slowly shaking his head a few times, Carl went back to work, knowing he'd have to work late into the evening to make up for the things she would've done if he didn't have to let her go. As the hours went by, Carl continued on with his work, the guy owning his own small software company, making up programs and stuff for larger firms, his office situated on one of the top floors of a downtown office building. Finally, he stepped out into the corridor, using the lavatory, realizing that the whole floor was now vacant, everyone gone for the day, the man returning to his office afterward, going back to his job.
He worked away for the next ten minutes when suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Surprised that anyone would be there, he nevertheless got up and strolled over, opening up the door, finally seeing the same lady he fired.
" What are you doing here...did you forget something?", asked Carl.
" I figured you still be here...and I didn't forget anything...I just wanna talk to you."
" About what?"
She pushed her way back into the suite and closed the door, saying, " I'll give you one more chance...give me my job back."
" What does that mean...what do you mean by "chance"?"
" I want my job back."
" Like I told you before..., no..., you're not working here anymore."
" You sure of that?"
" Yes."
" Ok...have it your way."
The hot looking brunette reached into her purse and removed what looked exactly like some regular TV remote control, the woman aiming the thing at Carl afterward, finally pressing one of the buttons
" Hey...what's going on here?", asked Carl as he watched a red beam emerge from the thing, striking his chest, a funny sensation going through his system.
" Oh yea...it's working!", said the lady.
" I don't feel right...and...and everything looks like it's changing...why does everything seem like it's getting bigger?"
" Ha...ha...nothing is changing except you...you're changing!"
" What the...no please..., this can't be...no!"
" That's right...you're getting smaller and smaller!"
The process went on for another minute until Carl was all the way down to only two inches tall, the man now staring straight at her two black leather knee high boots!
" I don't get this...how the hell...?"
Looking down at him, she said, " You jerk...after you fired me today I went home and was real mad so I threw things around but after I threw the remote...it hit the wall and fell to the floor...that's when I picked it up and found that it now has the power to shrink things...after that...I well...got ideas...like how to get even with you."
" Please...make me normal again!"
" I don't know how...and even if I did...I wouldn't...I'm here to kill you...that's all."
" Kill me?"
" Yea...like this."
She raised her right boot and slowly moved it over little frightened
Carl when the man quickly ran toward the wall, getting out of the way just
in time.
" You little fuck..., you can't get away from me!"
Looking forward, Carl saw her two boots come forth, the lady walking toward the guy, obviously wishing to step on him! As his tiny heart raced like crazy, Carl again darted off, this time over to a small table which held the computer's printer, the man going under it. And again, as he looked out from under the table, he saw her two magnificent boots come at him, the lady getting closer and closer until she took hold of the table and moved it to the side, exposing little Carl.
" There you are...time to step on you...and they'll never prove anything..., ha, ha!"
" No...Meg. please...please!"
" Ha...you seem so helpless and funny!"
" Please...don't kill me!"
" Fuck you...you're nothing but a piece of dirt."
She raised her boot again and was about to bring it down when Carl again ran away, this time hiding in a small crack made by the plaster.
" Damn this shit...you little piece of crap...I'm still gonna get you!"
Meg squatted, reached into her purse, and removed a hairpin, bending it outward, making it longer, finally sticking one end of it into the crack, moving it back and forth.
" I'm gonna get you...I'm gonna get you.", repeated Meg.
Sure enough, he quickly emerged and darted to the left, back to the printer cart, going under it a second time.
" You and that fucken cart...that thing ain't gonna save you."
She stood up and went over to the table, moved it back to its original place, exposing Carl.
" Meg...please don't step on me...please!"
" I'm gonna kill you."
" No...please...please don't!"
Amused by his helplessness, Meg pointed down at her right boot's toe and said, " Kiss it...crawl over here and kiss my boot...do it...beg for your life."
" Yes, ok...ok!", answered Carl as he went over and did as she asked.
KISS KISS KISS!
The little man went at it over and over, respecting the beautiful leather.
KISS KISS KISS!
" Kneel down too."
" OK"
Carl went to his tiny knees and continued on with his humble task.
KISS KISS KISS!
He did this for the next ten minutes until the lady finally raised the boot over his head, saying, " Good bye little man!"
" NO...MEG...PLEASE!"
" Fuck you...go to hell!"
" I got money...", pleaded the guy, "...I can give you money!"
" What are you talking about?"
" Over to the side...behind that picture...there's a safe with cash inside...about ten thousand dollars."
Curiosity in her eyes, Meg went over and removed the picture, seeing a safe behind it, the thing secured by a combination lock.
" What's the combination?"
" Promise not to kill me?"
" OK"
" The number is 5-10-26."
After she opened the thing and removed all the money, the lady stuffed the bills into her purse and went back over to Carl, stood in front of him, and then finally raised her boot again.
" You promised...you can't do this!"
" Fuck you."
" NO...PLEASE...NO!"
Down went the leather masterpiece, crushing the little man to death
after which Meg simply left the building, never to return.
The End