Mall Trample III
20-Feb-99 14:05:39

I hope that these message boards are still used for stories...I guess I just don't have anything bad to say about anyone...anyway, I hope you like this story (sorry no crushing included)...thanks. Mat11

Mall Trample III (The old man under shoes),

The old man awoke still lying in front of the mirror in the shoe store. He tried to move, but he couldn’t. He did have a mild heart attack and the effects were still plaguing him. He tried to speak, to shout out for help, but to no avail. All he could produce was a short hoarse whisper.

Eventually, the saleslady returned, “hi down there,” she said smiling, “you helped me sell all three pairs of shoes to that lady. You must be the new guy, I know that many senior citizens are returning to work, but I didn’t think the shoe store was a first choice. It is a great idea, letting women try their shoes out on you. Letting them get used to walking on a variety of surfaces, it’s a great sales technique. I think you and I will make a good team. Oh, customers...”

The saleslady went over to a mother and daughter standing looking at evening pumps.

“Can I help you,” asked the saleslady. “Yes,” said the 40 something year old mother, “my daughter and I are going to a wedding and she needs a new pair of red heels.”

The old man tried desperately to move, but the feeling in his left side had completely gone. After a minute of trying the saleslady returned with several pairs of red heels. “Go ahead try these on and step up on Ed to see how they feel,” the saleslady said. Both mother and daughter looked at Ed laying helplessly at the foot of the mirror. “Are you sure?” Asked the 18 year old girl. “Oh absolutely, that’s what he’s there for.” The girl tried on a pair of strappy 3” heel pumps. Then walked slowly up to Ed, placing her right foot on his chest, she stepped up. Then placed her left foot next to her right, still on Ed’s chest. The heels lightly pressed into him, as she walked cautiously. “Oh, you can walk normally on him. Don’t tippy toe, you want to feel what the shoe would be like.” With that the girl relaxed and both heels sunk into Ed. The pain was excrutiating, but the girl just stood there. “Walk around”, said the saleslady, “how do they feel?” The girl stepped onto Ed’s stomach and thigh, then spun and walked up to his chest. “How are they honey?” asked the mother. “They’re a little snug” said the girl as she leaned forward on her toes, then back on her heels. Ed winced in pain, but not loud enough for the girl to take notice. She just examined them in the mirror then stepped off of Ed. “Let me try the red sandals,” said the girl. She returned to Ed wearing a pair of sandals with a 3 ¾ inch heel, this time she was a little more confident. She stepped up on his chest and immediately spun on her heels. She stared into the mirror and smiled, “these are sexy, aren’t they mom?” “Those are beautiful shoes”, answered her mom, as she walked over to the clearance rack to find shoes for herself.” The girl continued marching up and down Ed, who despite tears of agony was ignored. Each step sent shock waves through him. Her heels left marks from his collar bone down to his thighs. She finally stopped stood for a moment then got off of Ed. “I think I’ll take them.”

“Great”, said the saleslady, “ if you want I can ring you up over here.” “Wait,” said the mother carrying a 3 1/2” navy pump, “do you have these in size 8”. “Let me check,” said the saleslady, and she disappeared into the back room. When she returned the mom put the pumps on. “Wow,” said the daughter, “ those look awesome on you.” “Let me try them out,” replied the mother. She stepped over to Ed and climbed onto him heavily. The tall narrow heels stabbed into his chest and stomach. Ed gasped, and the lady slipped, her heel sliding down his side and ripping his shirt and the skin beneath it. “You clumsy idiot,” said the mother, as she kicked him in the head. “Hold still!” This time she stepped up onto his throat. She smiled again at the shoes as her heel crushed Ed’s windpipe. She dug her other heel into his forehead. “How much are these?” She asked sweetly to the saleslady. “Oh, those are currently $49.95, they were originally $65.00.” The mother continued to lean on her heel as it suffocated Ed. Then she stepped down to his chest again and modeled the shoes, back and forth. Ed’s body throbbed in pain and cold sweat appeared on his brow. What do you think?” The mom asked the daughter. “I don’t know…walk around a bit more.” Ed was horrified at this as the mom once again walked up and down him. Her heels sank and scraped Ed’s chest through his shirt, but she didn’t stop there she stepped up onto his face. The sole forced Ed’s head back into the floor, and her heel slammed into his chin just below his bottom lip. He started to bleed from the mouth. She spun on the heel and returned to Ed’s chest. Ed began shaking mildly, yet uncontrollably. “I want them,” said the mother. The daughter agreed and the mother stepped off of Ed. Who looked pathetic, pale, and in a great deal of pain. “Let’s ring you up, if you’ll follow me.” The saleslady wearing stacked heels stepped forward, her heel landed right in the middle of Ed’s palm. She didn’t say a word and just kept walking.