Hand Crush Story
12-Dec-98 03:11:20

This isn't the best story by far, but for me it's a start. I have pulled a couple of incidents like this. But this the most recent.

This girl (130-140#) isn't the prettiest girl I have ever seen, but because of previous incidents I thought my plan might work. I work in the layaway department of this retail store, and my job is to put and pull the layaways. Well as fate would have it the afore mentioned girl was my helper. She was trying to get this box out of one of the bins, and was having great difficulty so I offered to help. When I pulled on the box it slipped out suddenly and I smacked the back of my hand hard on the metal shelf of the bin. It didn't do any real damage, but I didn't act like it. She looked at me and asked me if I was ok, so I told her I think I jammed a couple of fingers and I needed her to try to pull and pop them. To my luck, my fingers rarely pop, and when she pulled nothing happened. I looked at her and told her she was gonna have to step on them to get them to pop. Looking at me with this half grin she told me I was weird. That grin told all. She was wearing these light brown women's work boots, not my fav but they'll definetely do. Putting the front part of her boot on my knuckles and fingers she leaned forward and asked how much weight. Of course I said all. She stood on my fingers for a few seconds, nothing happened, so she stepped off and went about our business. The next time we were alone I showed her my hand and said "Look, boot prints." She looked at me, gave me the half grin and giggled... ohhh... <shivers> We walked back into the bins looking for another layaway when I told her that it felt pretty good, and to step on my right. Well, we repeated process, but this time she stood a little longer, and when she stepped off I asked her to step on my hand with her heel to see if it made a difference. Sure enough, she stepped on my hand, kind of twisted a little and heard a little crunch. This pretty much made my night, but I had to have a night cap... as fate would have it I got to walk her to her car, and I asked her to walk on my back. With little hesitation, I got some nice boot marks all over my t-shirt.
Hooked on Trample works for me... :p