Fired (Patreon)

I didn’t think she worked here. In fact, one good look at her and I was sure. With those long black boots, a fur-trimmed coat and a huge red leather handbag, she liked to stand out and there’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed her. At the moment I couldn’t ignore her--she’d parked right next to me in the garage and was leaning against her passenger door, blocking me from getting to mine.

I noticed she was taller than me when I got closer, and I gave a polite smile when we made eye contact, but then she just didn’t move. I naturally planned to flirt a little, but the impulse faded as I stood there in a long awkward moment, holding my briefcase while she just watched me wait.

“Excuse me.” It took more effort than I expected to say something, but it was ridiculous that I even had to speak. She still didn’t move, at least for a long while, and when she finally did it was only to take a couple of steps away, and she continued to watch me the whole time. I don’t know why she was fucking with me, but at this point I didn’t care. I jumped in my car and took one more glance at her while I reached for the keys.

When our eyes met again she smirked at me, and with a snap of her fingers my world erupted in a flash of light.

A long moment passed before I recognized the blackness that filled my windshield had the texture of leather. I surged forward in a panic, barely able to comprehend the shape of her boots towering over me, and I followed them up for what seemed like a mile and still couldn’t see the top.

She was colossal, like a skyscraper above me, and it was like I forgot I could scream or even move. I remembered when she started to bend down, the creaking of her leather-wrapped legs bending at the knees and the shifting shadows straining my senses.

I went for the door but her hand already wrapped around my entire car. I broke into a sweat, howling as I was yanked up from the ground, pulled hundreds of feet in the air in a split second.

She gave me that same twisted smirk, but now it completely filled my view. I felt a heavy thud beneath me and realized she must have set me down on top of her car. Her eyes dropped while she fished something out of her bag, and I realized I might have my only chance. Even if my whole car was small enough to be picked up with one hand, it probably still worked and I needed to be anywhere but here. The keys were still in my hand, jangling as I trembled, but I managed to get them in the ignition and cranked the engine in a panic.

The noise instantly got her attention, but little else besides an annoyed glance. Her hand shot out before I could even get it in gear and she simply flipped the whole car upside down, sending me spilling from my seat.

She’d been reaching for a roll of Scotch tape. I clutched my ears as she pulled off a long strip, and I hadn’t even pulled myself together before she was wrapping it once around the doors and windows of my car. When I finally got the chance to try, I couldn’t budge them with all my strength. A single piece of tape, and I was totally trapped.

I seethed with anger and screamed something at her, I don’t remember what. It didn’t matter--she didn’t even bother looking at me after that, just lowered me carefully into her bag. There were a few loud clunks and scrapes, and if I pressed my face all the way to the window, I could see the shapes of at least a couple other cars underneath me. At least until the zipper closed above and left me and whoever else she’d captured in total darkness.

*****

I was kind of getting used to being home. I’d finished with my tears and applied to a few new places, but I’d also spent a week straight in yoga pants just watching Hulu and playing around on my computer.

I was supposed to clean up the kitchen today--something I remembered the moment I heard the front door unlocking. I jumped up and tried to look busy, glancing over my shoulder to see Victoria open the door.

I stopped still when I saw her. My girlfriend was always pretty dressy, but I wasn’t prepared for her to come home like this. She knew what those boots did to me. I already felt small around her, but those tall heels and thigh-high black leather made me absolutely weak.

“Did we have plans tonight?” My voice kind of faded away as she stepped into the room and I felt the impact of her steps through the floor.

She gave me a little smile and closed the door behind her. “I went by your work today.”

It wasn’t my work anymore. That didn’t matter. I knew what she was capable of and it sent chills through my every inch. I could barely whisper, “What did you do?”

She reached into her bag and slowly pulled out a model car, a dark, shiny blue Nissan. I knew her, though, and I knew it wasn’t a model.

She started turning the little vehicle over in her hands, smiling softly as she made a show of inspecting it. I was torn between getting down on my knees before my gorgeous dominant goddess of a girlfriend and getting closer to take a look myself.

“So, who do I have here?” Her question made my decision for me. I didn’t recognize the car aside from having seen it in the garage regularly. I bent down a little even as I approached and tried to get a good look at the tiny man tumbling back and forth with every movement of her hands. I watched for a while, enjoying how easily she manipulated him, how terrified he was from even the slightest movements, and eventually I admitted it.

“I have no idea, but he definitely works there.”

She shrugged and lifted her eyes, meeting my gaze through the dangling dark spirals of her hair. “I think that’s good enough for me.”

I nodded my agreement, maybe too enthusiastically, and sunk down to my hands and knees, following along the car as she bent at the waist and lowered the car to the ground.

“Do you want to tell him what’s going to happen?” I let my eyes slowly travel up along her tall, perfect black boots, the shape of her powerful thighs and the rest of her tasty curves. I absolutely didn’t deserve her, and again I gave an eager nod.

“You guys definitely picked the wrong receptionist to fire.” With every word I sounded more dark and vicious. I leaned forward on my hands, my ass rising in the air. “Because now my girlfriend’s going to step on you.”

I swayed a little as I flattened towards the ground, moving my face just inches away from the poor idiot stammering and shaking his head inside the little car. “She’s going to crush you for me,” I purred. I was her sexy panther, her evil kitten, her little pet. I loved her more than words could say. “You’re going to die under her boot, because she likes how it feels and because it turns me on.”

I heard the tiny engine crank, but Victoria was too quick. Instinctively I backed up a few inches with her boot’s sudden movement and the gentle creak and crunch as it settled on top of the car.

She could easily have crushed it completely if she was wearing flats, but her pointed toe and stiletto heel kept her boot from completely covering the car all at once. I stretched out completely on my side so I could see every detail and watched the windshield crunch and buckle under the curve of her rising arch. Shattering glass was such a delicious sound, and I knew she wasn’t even really stepping down yet.

I laughed a little while the engine revved and the tires squealed uselessly against our wooden floor. He was trapped and pinned, completely at her mercy even before her weight started to come down.

The front tires exploded quickly, two loud little pops, and the noise of the hood crumpling and caving in under her toes was almost musical. I scooted a little more to the side so I could watch my tiny, unidentified former coworker uselessly batter his little fists against his window. Even the engine block couldn’t resist the incredible crushing weight of VIctoria’s boot. Her stiletto heel settled to the floor just behind the car while the front end flattened out with a few more bursts of noise and some sparks and smoke. I stole a glance upwards and saw she was staring at me the whole time. She didn’t need to look at her foot, she could feel every detail beneath it.

I shivered a little when her boot lifted just a bit and I could see the crumpled, smashed remains of the car’s front half. Earlier today the man inside had driven it to work, and it could have fit five of me inside with room to spare. Victoria was so amazing, so unbelievably powerful and merciless--my every dream come true.

He was trying to force his way out through the smashed windshield when her boot settled back onto the car. His clothes were torn and bloody, and he looked up into my eyes while he tried to squirm through the jagged shards.

“Byeeeeeee~” I whispered to him and wiggled my fingers, grinning ear-to-ear. I could just hear a little bit of his screams before the noisy snaps and crunches of her descending boot took over. Steel screeched and buckled beneath her awesome weight. Glass crunched and burst, plastic snapped and splintered, and still she stepped down, crushing all of it into the ground.

Eventually the sound came to an end, and Victoria just stood over me with her boot resting on the flattened ruin. I didn’t even have to think--I slid forward and pressed my lips to the top of her foot, a long and passionate kiss, and then another and another.

It wasn’t until she spoke that I looked up. She was peeking through the window of a black Mercedes. “So, do you know who this one is?”