Crisis Meeting (Patreon)

As far as Nicole could tell, the room was quiet. The only sound she could hear was the blood racing through her ears in fast, pulsing waves. She’d folded her hands neatly, but her fingers were twitching almost imperceptibly. The four figures before her sat in a close group, looking up at her. The atmosphere was electric, Nicole looking down on her friends’ turned rivals cowed before her. Each a fraction of their former sizes, they looked adorably pathetic.

“I trust I have your attention?” She said, her voice wavering as she fought to suppress a smile.

“Go to hell.” Emma squeaked, wrapping her arms about her bare chest.

Sneering, Nicole tilted her head back. “That attitude got you into this mess to begin with…” Reaching out, she lightly tapped the blondes scalp with her index finger. “…but I suppose that's part of your charm.”

“Fix us.” She growled, trying and failing to stand her ground. Nicole beamed, watching Emma's head bob down as Nicole’s fingertip gently rested against her scalp. “Fix us…Now.”

Pouting, Nicole smirked. “Emma, I think you need to see… how’d you put in that email? The…bigger picture.” Sliding her finger tip along Emma’s jaw, Nicole slipped her nail under Emma’s chin, pulling the girls face upwards, Nicole tilted her head to the side. “Though… for the moment, everything’s bigger, isn’t it.”

The little blonde glared up at her, Ana, Nathalie, and Jenny were whispering to themselves, wrapped in the rumpled ball of silk that had once been Natalie’s blouse. After a moment, Emma’s tiny jaw tensed, and she snapped her left arm up, batting at Nicole’s finger and gesticulating wildly in her direction. “If you think for one second I'm going to sit here and be taunted by a giant bimbo I…”

Nicole’s palm slammed roughly onto the top of the conference table. The four tiny women rattled in place, bumping into one another as Nicole’s eye’s narrowed.

She let the table ring, the girls squeaking and wailing like hatchlings in a nest. “Girls, girls…girls.” Purring, Nicole let her hand slide forward, her hand gnarling it’s way into the hem of the blouse. “I'm surprised at you.”

Planting her thumb on the table, she twisted her wrist, wrenching the shroud/blouse from the shrunken women. The squad tumbled atop one another in a heap.

“The four devious minds behind the anonymous buyout should be shrewd enough to see that the game is over…” Nicole growled, tossing the blouse off to the side where it landed beside the discarded puddles of clothes each woman had been wearing. “And I've won.”

Ana, Emma and Jenny’s faces paled, only Nathalie was still able to look her in the eye. “We don’t have the foggiest idea…” Jenny sputtered, sitting her bare butt on her heels.

“Lies. Won’t. Help. You… As I said, I have your emails.”

Natalie’s face darkened, through the strands of her hair, Nicole could see the miniature woman's furious gaze. It may have even been intimidating, if she wasn’t three inches tall.

“How did…” She growled, shifting on her knees.

“Iva told me.” Nicole snapped. “We’re dear friends, I only needed to put a little pressure to get her to open up.”

The girls stood, and huddled together shoulder to shoulder. Nathalie took a deep breath and inched forward. “Nicole, don’t…”

“Ms. Corcoran.” Nicole snapped. “Let’s not forget the hierarchy here.”

Natalie’s eyes burned. “Ms. Corcoran...” She hissed. “We need to think of what’s good for the company and…”

“Shutting me out is not that.” Nicole quipped. “Especially not for such a paltry sum.”

“You won't get away with this.” Ana whined,  fidgeting in place. “People are gonna notice we’re missing. Keeping us…”

“Who said anything about keeping you?” Nicole said. “What sort of monster do you take me for?”

“You’ll let us go then!?” Jenny said.

“Eventually.” Nicole replied. “Maybe. If you're good little dolls.”

“Don’t call me that.” Nathalie snapped.

The protest hung in the air for a moment, the group staring each other down. Nicole grinned, reaching out a hand.

The group whimpered and scrambled, only Emma darted away in time. In one hand, Nicole scooped Jenny, Ana and Nathalie up. Lifting the trio, Nicole leaned her seat back, lifting her bare foot and dropping her heel on the table beside the tiny Emma.

“I’ll call you whatever I please.” Nicole said. Opening her fingers, she seized Nathalie by the hips. Jenny toppled off her palm, bouncing off her forearm and onto her shoulder.  As she slid down her chest, Nicole pinched Ana’s ankle and dangled her upside down.

“Now, I don’t want this to ruin our relationship. So let’s talk restitution.” Lifting Nathalie up to her face, she beamed as she gave the tiny woman’s body a gentle squeeze. “For a start, I’ve been… torn apart… by your betrayal. So, sign over your shares to me and I'll let that be the end of the business side of things… You’ll still be valuable members of the team. Just with…reduced… roles.”

“You… you just expect us to agree to that?” Nathalie whimpered.

“For a start.” Nicole said.

Lifting her other foot and crossing her toned legs, she pressed her heel into the tiny nude body of Emma.

“What…else?” Ana pleaded. Dangling upside down her face was turning red.

“Make me happy.” Nicole purred. “You and Nathalie can rub my shoulders; Jenny can manage my…” she looked down in time to see the tiny brunette catch herself on the bridge of her plunging neckline. “…uh…chest… I guess… And Emma?”

She tilted her head to grin at the blonde peering around her comparatively giant foot. “Since you seem so obsessed with critiquing my footwear, I think you’ll make amends by massaging my feet. Mmmkay?”

“Then… then you’ll let us go?” Nathalie pleaded.

Nicole’s eyes narrowed once more. “Oh no.” Smiling, Nicole brought her little friend close, Natalie’s wide bouncy hairstyle tickling Nicole's nose as she planted a big kiss on Natalie’s teeny cheek. “This is JUST the beginning.”