John Blaze
11-06-2010, 11:37 AM
Its been a while since I've posted anything. I have some unfinished stories I will try to get to when I get some more down time. However, until then enjoy part 1 to this idea I had. Of couse, as always, its totally fiction!
NO PARKING
The Perfect Storm
Nadine was having a very bad day! In fact, Nadine’s bad days had strung together for so long it was a downward spiral of bad weeks, months, and approaching a horrible year. The recession had caused the last three firms she had been with to downsize. She was going for her graduate degree and had been interning with different companies. However, as the economy collapsed, each company had been forced to release her. Every time she had managed to find a new “home”, it was only to be released again. Until eventually her sponsor could no longer afford to send her to school and she was out! Just like that! A young 22 year old with no real experience, she had searched for work for a very long time and found nothing. Eventually, she joined the traffic department… as a meter maid! This was, in her mind, a tremendous fall from grace and she approached each day as a small humiliation! A beautiful young woman with clear skin, dark brown shoulder length hair, deep brown eyes, and a tight athletic frame - she looked like an Italian model who belonged in Milan. Instead, each day she put on her blue shirt, dark grey jacket and matching dark grey skirt… and don’t forget the “little hat” as she called it… and walked the streets of the city! People treat meter maids like crap and each day was a new insult or humiliation for her! Today was exceptionally bad! She had broken up with her boyfriend two nights ago and was in a depressed state. For whatever reason, the people had been extra rude today! That really fat woman who pushed her aside as she snatched her parking ticket, the old business man who cursed her out, and the young frat boy who actually SPIT at her as he drove off. She was tempted to cry, tempted to quit, and tempted to lose it! Instead, she marched on “walking the beat” on this 97 degree summer day!
Trenton Smith was also having a bad day. Although to look at him you would never know! He wore his $1000 suit and Italian leather loafers with pride. He was dashingly handsome and his expensive diamond watch glistened in the hot sun. He hopped out of his $180,000 Mercedes Benz and ran into the store to grab a pack of cigarettes. Two things were wrong. ONE: He was in an AWFUL mood because he had just lost two VERY big deals and was about to have to face his boss to explain why. TWO: he had “borrowed” his bosses car and was racing to get it back before lunch ended so nobody would know… but he had parked by a fire hydrant as he ran into the store.
Nadine approached from the south and saw the car. Normally she would wait a few minutes to see if the owner ran out, but today… screw that! She walked up to the driver side window and started writing the ticket. Then she noticed Trenton come running out of the store! He looked angry as hell and she braced for what was sure to be another negative “lowlight” of her day as he sprinted right up to her.
The Confrontation
“Lady wait! I was only inside for two seconds”!
Nadine kept writing.
“Lady did you hear me? I was coming right out!”
Nadine lifted her eyes slightly from the pad she was writing on and said calmly but coldly “You parked by a hydrant”
Trenton started to panic, he couldn’t get a ticket in his bosses “borrowed” car! He tried the charming approach. “Wow, how can a cute little thing like you be so cruel!?”
Nadine literally laughed in his face and kept writing! Now, furious, Trenton started to scream and curse! “You stinking BITCH! It was only a few moments and you don’t have to give me the freaking ticket! You’re a skank who just needs to feel powerful because you probably can’t get a man, you’re in a dead end job, your life is going nowhere and you are miserable. Fine write the damn ticket! I can probably buy your whole life and pay the ticket with one day’s pay!”
Nadine did all she could to not cry as he hit ALL the sensitive buttons on her mind! She kept writing as he continued. “I’m having a horrible day and …”
She cut him off. You think you’re having a bad day? I’m hot, I’m exhausted, every jerk is giving me a hard time today and my feet are KILLING me!”
Trenton let his eyes follow her attractive sheer nylon covered legs to her feet in old ratty black leather slip ons… just what you’d expect a young, struggling, “meter maid” to wear. Trenton smiled and pulled out $500. “If you had a real job instead of annoying people they wouldn’t hurt! Look at those shoes! A little broke slut like you has to pound the pavement in those old, ratty, things because you’re broke and useless! They probably smell like a wet dog! You’re tired feet are not my problem little girl. But here… go get some REAL shoes or something.”
Nadine was tempted to take the money and run… but instead she finished writing the ticket and extended her arm to hand it to him. Now incensed, Trenton threw the $500 in her face. As the money slapped against her face she felt his hand roughly slap her arm to the side causing the ticket to go flying. Nadine just lost it! Something snapped!
Her leg instinctively swung all the way back as far as it could go and then forward with all of her might. The top of her shoe landed directly on Trenton’s crotch with such force she could have kicked a 40 yard field goal! He crumbled to the floor in the street. She knew she may have just lost her job but she didn’t care! She had had enough! She looked down at the man who had just belittled her so badly, rolling around on the ground at her feet moaning in pain. His cream colored expensive suit turning dirty grey as he rolled in the dirt uncontrollably. This sight caused her to smile… then to giggle… than to laugh hysterically. She looked around and nobody was anywhere in sight. As luck would have it, this quiet street behind the restaurant was more or less deserted and people at the far ends of the block walked about with a purpose - not glancing down the alley to see this sight.
His $300 dollar sunglasses popped out of his shirt pocket and skipped to a rest in front of her left shoe. He rolled over one more time in pain and his chin was on the floor 8 inches from his sunglasses. He looked up and saw the evil grin on her face. He knew what was coming. He wanted to scream. He wanted to reach out and grab her foot. He wanted to do anything. But his body had all but shut down due to the excruciating pain and he could only watch as the old, ratty black shoe came down and crushed his designer shades. From inches away, he had a front row seat as Nadine ground the glasses into the pavement slowly and deliberately. Laughing hysterically at the look of horror on his face. Nadine looked down at her foot crushing the glasses and delighted in the cracking noises they made. She watched as her foot demolished something expensive of this jerk‘s. As her foot grinded down on his glasses she realized she had gone to far to stop now. She might as well go all the way! She had a ton of frustration to let go!
Seizing Control
Nadine looked at her foot on the mangled glasses and imagined for a split second that it was this guy’s face! The naughty thought delighted her immensely! She looked down and saw he was struggling to get to his hands and knees. Truth be told, his entire groin and gut were throbbing so intensely that he was acting on instinct but was still “out of it”. She placed her shoe on his back and applied pressure as if to step up onto a bench. He collapsed under her weight before she could even apply 50% of her weight. His face hit the pavement hard. His mouth was open which allowed the concrete to severely chip his upper front tooth. Trenton lay there on the ground with his groin on fire, his stomach turning and his mouth pulsing with pain due to his newly chipped tooth. Nadine looked down at her foot on his back and thought how this would have been a crazy sight if anyone was there to see it! Here was this beautiful young lady in her meter maid’s uniform with her foot on the back of this well dressed man pinning him to the ground next to his expensive car.
She probably should have been worried about losing her job or being charged with assault. Instead, all she could think about was how satisfied she felt … and how powerful! When she removed her foot from his back she noticed a dark, dirty foot print from her shoe on his cream colored suit jacket…. dead center. “I want that on his face!” was her immediate reaction. She lifted her foot high in the air above the side of his face and thrust it down. It wasn’t so much of a stomp as it was a placement because she was careful not to lead with the heel or the toe. Instead, she wanted her entire shoe sole (or as much of it as possible) to make contact with his face. She wanted the “shoe print” again! When her foot slammed into his face she pressed it down hard, pinning his head and forcing his face into the pavement. She pressed her foot down firmly despite his moaning protest. Holding the side of his white Mercedes for balance, she lifted her body off of the ground and stood with one foot on the side of his head for a few moments. Trenton’s head felt like a grape about to burst! Then she lifted her foot off of his face and looked at her handiwork. It wasn’t quite as “perfect” as the one on his back, but across his face was a dirty shoe print. Nadine laughed and clapped spontaneously in excitement.
With the battered “rich man” still writhing in pain on the floor, Nadine walked around the front of the car and pulled out her pocket computer. She plugged in the license plate number and up popped a page full of traffic and parking violations… all of them unpaid. Now she had the ammunition she needed to add insult to injury and crush this man for good. Nadine walked back over to where he was still on the ground. She placed her foot on his head again, this time the sole of her shoe was partially in his face and partially ruffling his previously well kept hair. With a cold and matter of fact voice she started to explain the situation. She told him about the violations the car had accumulated and how it would be her pleasure to call it in and have his car towed and impounded before she left. She laughed at what she thought was this final insult.
However, when she removed her foot from his head he was able to scramble to his knees. He then explained frantically and almost crying how this wasn’t his car, how he had stolen it from his boss to impress a client, how he had lost two major deals, and how he could NOT allow this car to be impounded. She remembered his words to her earlier and paraphrased them back to him in a mocking tone “Your car problems are not my problem little boy”. Trenton, panicking beyond control, lowered his head to her feet and grabbed her ankles. He then started to beg. At her feet… literally!
At first Nadine giggled at the sight of this man begging at her feet. Then the reality of the amount of control at her disposal started to sink in. Today she was not an under employed meter maid! Today, she was a conquering general with her enemy cowering at her feet. Today she was a queen… a goddess! And he was to be her fool, her jester, her…slave! She turned as if to walk away from him. He grabbed her ankles firmly and continued to plea. She quickly worked through potential next moves in her head … what would she do with this perfect gift of a situation. She remembered his comments about her shoes… about her feet hurting… about how the shoes must smell like a wet dog. Truth be told, he was right! After all it was mid day on a 97 degree afternoon! She slowly popped her heel out of her shoe and slid her nylon covered foot backwards just slightly.
“Maybe I won’t tow the car…. Hmmm…. How can you convince me you’re not so arrogant anymore? Remember what you said about my shoes smelling? Why don’t you get your nose in there and let me know if you were right?”
Trenton couldn’t believe his ears! Did this bitch - who had just kicked his ass - want him to put his face virtually in her shoe and smell her feet? Reality sunk in and he realized he had no choice!
Slowly, reluctantly, Trenton inched his face towards the small crease between the back of her shoe and her slightly “popped out” heel. When his nose was close he could feel the warmth emanating from the shoe and he took a deep breath. Indeed there was a not so faint smell.
“No, no no! Get IN there” Stooping slightly and looking back over her shoulder, she pushed his head down with her hand before standing back up. He turned his head sideways and forced his face forward “into her shoe”. The warm, sweaty heel of her foot slid over the bridge of his nose as he forced his face under her foot. His lips were pressed against the back of her shoe as he struggled to cram his nose into her shoe. He took a deep breath trying to be loud about it so she could hear him. The leathery, rubbery, sweaty foot funk filled his senses as it filled his lungs. He coughed a little - simultaneously grossed out and humiliated at his task. Nadine felt his face under her sweaty heel and felt the air moving inside her shoe. She laughed at her creative way of debasing this fool and shivered with a mix of excitement and power! She slid her foot backwards out of her shoe further and thus slowly dragged it across Trenton’s face. The soft nyloned heel slid back across his face followed by the warm sloe. Trenton cringed in disgust and humiliation as the moist, warm foot slid freely across his face until it covered the side of his face just as her shoe once had. The ball of her foot came to rest on his cheek. Her soaked toes draped across his nose. She wiggled them about and played with his nose, rubbing it all about with he grubby toes. She maneuvered her foot so the base of her toes were right on his nostrils and again shivered as she felt his breath skirt through her warm toes! All the trapped stench filled his nose directly from the base of her toes as she wiggled them in his face. Then she shifted her weight backwards and with her foot pushing his face down, “stepped on his face” and forced his face downward into her shoe sole. Repositioning her foot onto the back of his head, she put her hands on her hips and mushed his face firmly into the warm damp sole of her shoe. “Keep sniffing like before”
Nadine laughed as she looked down at her black toenails in his hair through her nylons and tried to imagine what could be going through his mind as her foot and shoe became his world. She grinded on the back of his head as she had ground on his glasses before. Truth be told, with her feet killing her as they were - it felt great and refreshing to get one out of that old shoe. In fact, his soft hair felt nice on her feet as she rubbed her foot around just as his facial features had moments before.
Trenton felt her foot rubbing around in his hair and somehow, he instinctively knew she was relieving her tired feet by massaging them in his hair. As her foot forced his face further into her shoe, the sweaty smell of her old shoes seemed to be everything to him…. He seemed to swim in the aroma.
“Wow”, she thought. “I’ve got this guy IN my shoe and under my foot… and he cant do anything. He NEEDS to keep me happy!” She laughed a wicked laugh and then decided this was a dream come true!
To be continued…
NO PARKING
The Perfect Storm
Nadine was having a very bad day! In fact, Nadine’s bad days had strung together for so long it was a downward spiral of bad weeks, months, and approaching a horrible year. The recession had caused the last three firms she had been with to downsize. She was going for her graduate degree and had been interning with different companies. However, as the economy collapsed, each company had been forced to release her. Every time she had managed to find a new “home”, it was only to be released again. Until eventually her sponsor could no longer afford to send her to school and she was out! Just like that! A young 22 year old with no real experience, she had searched for work for a very long time and found nothing. Eventually, she joined the traffic department… as a meter maid! This was, in her mind, a tremendous fall from grace and she approached each day as a small humiliation! A beautiful young woman with clear skin, dark brown shoulder length hair, deep brown eyes, and a tight athletic frame - she looked like an Italian model who belonged in Milan. Instead, each day she put on her blue shirt, dark grey jacket and matching dark grey skirt… and don’t forget the “little hat” as she called it… and walked the streets of the city! People treat meter maids like crap and each day was a new insult or humiliation for her! Today was exceptionally bad! She had broken up with her boyfriend two nights ago and was in a depressed state. For whatever reason, the people had been extra rude today! That really fat woman who pushed her aside as she snatched her parking ticket, the old business man who cursed her out, and the young frat boy who actually SPIT at her as he drove off. She was tempted to cry, tempted to quit, and tempted to lose it! Instead, she marched on “walking the beat” on this 97 degree summer day!
Trenton Smith was also having a bad day. Although to look at him you would never know! He wore his $1000 suit and Italian leather loafers with pride. He was dashingly handsome and his expensive diamond watch glistened in the hot sun. He hopped out of his $180,000 Mercedes Benz and ran into the store to grab a pack of cigarettes. Two things were wrong. ONE: He was in an AWFUL mood because he had just lost two VERY big deals and was about to have to face his boss to explain why. TWO: he had “borrowed” his bosses car and was racing to get it back before lunch ended so nobody would know… but he had parked by a fire hydrant as he ran into the store.
Nadine approached from the south and saw the car. Normally she would wait a few minutes to see if the owner ran out, but today… screw that! She walked up to the driver side window and started writing the ticket. Then she noticed Trenton come running out of the store! He looked angry as hell and she braced for what was sure to be another negative “lowlight” of her day as he sprinted right up to her.
The Confrontation
“Lady wait! I was only inside for two seconds”!
Nadine kept writing.
“Lady did you hear me? I was coming right out!”
Nadine lifted her eyes slightly from the pad she was writing on and said calmly but coldly “You parked by a hydrant”
Trenton started to panic, he couldn’t get a ticket in his bosses “borrowed” car! He tried the charming approach. “Wow, how can a cute little thing like you be so cruel!?”
Nadine literally laughed in his face and kept writing! Now, furious, Trenton started to scream and curse! “You stinking BITCH! It was only a few moments and you don’t have to give me the freaking ticket! You’re a skank who just needs to feel powerful because you probably can’t get a man, you’re in a dead end job, your life is going nowhere and you are miserable. Fine write the damn ticket! I can probably buy your whole life and pay the ticket with one day’s pay!”
Nadine did all she could to not cry as he hit ALL the sensitive buttons on her mind! She kept writing as he continued. “I’m having a horrible day and …”
She cut him off. You think you’re having a bad day? I’m hot, I’m exhausted, every jerk is giving me a hard time today and my feet are KILLING me!”
Trenton let his eyes follow her attractive sheer nylon covered legs to her feet in old ratty black leather slip ons… just what you’d expect a young, struggling, “meter maid” to wear. Trenton smiled and pulled out $500. “If you had a real job instead of annoying people they wouldn’t hurt! Look at those shoes! A little broke slut like you has to pound the pavement in those old, ratty, things because you’re broke and useless! They probably smell like a wet dog! You’re tired feet are not my problem little girl. But here… go get some REAL shoes or something.”
Nadine was tempted to take the money and run… but instead she finished writing the ticket and extended her arm to hand it to him. Now incensed, Trenton threw the $500 in her face. As the money slapped against her face she felt his hand roughly slap her arm to the side causing the ticket to go flying. Nadine just lost it! Something snapped!
Her leg instinctively swung all the way back as far as it could go and then forward with all of her might. The top of her shoe landed directly on Trenton’s crotch with such force she could have kicked a 40 yard field goal! He crumbled to the floor in the street. She knew she may have just lost her job but she didn’t care! She had had enough! She looked down at the man who had just belittled her so badly, rolling around on the ground at her feet moaning in pain. His cream colored expensive suit turning dirty grey as he rolled in the dirt uncontrollably. This sight caused her to smile… then to giggle… than to laugh hysterically. She looked around and nobody was anywhere in sight. As luck would have it, this quiet street behind the restaurant was more or less deserted and people at the far ends of the block walked about with a purpose - not glancing down the alley to see this sight.
His $300 dollar sunglasses popped out of his shirt pocket and skipped to a rest in front of her left shoe. He rolled over one more time in pain and his chin was on the floor 8 inches from his sunglasses. He looked up and saw the evil grin on her face. He knew what was coming. He wanted to scream. He wanted to reach out and grab her foot. He wanted to do anything. But his body had all but shut down due to the excruciating pain and he could only watch as the old, ratty black shoe came down and crushed his designer shades. From inches away, he had a front row seat as Nadine ground the glasses into the pavement slowly and deliberately. Laughing hysterically at the look of horror on his face. Nadine looked down at her foot crushing the glasses and delighted in the cracking noises they made. She watched as her foot demolished something expensive of this jerk‘s. As her foot grinded down on his glasses she realized she had gone to far to stop now. She might as well go all the way! She had a ton of frustration to let go!
Seizing Control
Nadine looked at her foot on the mangled glasses and imagined for a split second that it was this guy’s face! The naughty thought delighted her immensely! She looked down and saw he was struggling to get to his hands and knees. Truth be told, his entire groin and gut were throbbing so intensely that he was acting on instinct but was still “out of it”. She placed her shoe on his back and applied pressure as if to step up onto a bench. He collapsed under her weight before she could even apply 50% of her weight. His face hit the pavement hard. His mouth was open which allowed the concrete to severely chip his upper front tooth. Trenton lay there on the ground with his groin on fire, his stomach turning and his mouth pulsing with pain due to his newly chipped tooth. Nadine looked down at her foot on his back and thought how this would have been a crazy sight if anyone was there to see it! Here was this beautiful young lady in her meter maid’s uniform with her foot on the back of this well dressed man pinning him to the ground next to his expensive car.
She probably should have been worried about losing her job or being charged with assault. Instead, all she could think about was how satisfied she felt … and how powerful! When she removed her foot from his back she noticed a dark, dirty foot print from her shoe on his cream colored suit jacket…. dead center. “I want that on his face!” was her immediate reaction. She lifted her foot high in the air above the side of his face and thrust it down. It wasn’t so much of a stomp as it was a placement because she was careful not to lead with the heel or the toe. Instead, she wanted her entire shoe sole (or as much of it as possible) to make contact with his face. She wanted the “shoe print” again! When her foot slammed into his face she pressed it down hard, pinning his head and forcing his face into the pavement. She pressed her foot down firmly despite his moaning protest. Holding the side of his white Mercedes for balance, she lifted her body off of the ground and stood with one foot on the side of his head for a few moments. Trenton’s head felt like a grape about to burst! Then she lifted her foot off of his face and looked at her handiwork. It wasn’t quite as “perfect” as the one on his back, but across his face was a dirty shoe print. Nadine laughed and clapped spontaneously in excitement.
With the battered “rich man” still writhing in pain on the floor, Nadine walked around the front of the car and pulled out her pocket computer. She plugged in the license plate number and up popped a page full of traffic and parking violations… all of them unpaid. Now she had the ammunition she needed to add insult to injury and crush this man for good. Nadine walked back over to where he was still on the ground. She placed her foot on his head again, this time the sole of her shoe was partially in his face and partially ruffling his previously well kept hair. With a cold and matter of fact voice she started to explain the situation. She told him about the violations the car had accumulated and how it would be her pleasure to call it in and have his car towed and impounded before she left. She laughed at what she thought was this final insult.
However, when she removed her foot from his head he was able to scramble to his knees. He then explained frantically and almost crying how this wasn’t his car, how he had stolen it from his boss to impress a client, how he had lost two major deals, and how he could NOT allow this car to be impounded. She remembered his words to her earlier and paraphrased them back to him in a mocking tone “Your car problems are not my problem little boy”. Trenton, panicking beyond control, lowered his head to her feet and grabbed her ankles. He then started to beg. At her feet… literally!
At first Nadine giggled at the sight of this man begging at her feet. Then the reality of the amount of control at her disposal started to sink in. Today she was not an under employed meter maid! Today, she was a conquering general with her enemy cowering at her feet. Today she was a queen… a goddess! And he was to be her fool, her jester, her…slave! She turned as if to walk away from him. He grabbed her ankles firmly and continued to plea. She quickly worked through potential next moves in her head … what would she do with this perfect gift of a situation. She remembered his comments about her shoes… about her feet hurting… about how the shoes must smell like a wet dog. Truth be told, he was right! After all it was mid day on a 97 degree afternoon! She slowly popped her heel out of her shoe and slid her nylon covered foot backwards just slightly.
“Maybe I won’t tow the car…. Hmmm…. How can you convince me you’re not so arrogant anymore? Remember what you said about my shoes smelling? Why don’t you get your nose in there and let me know if you were right?”
Trenton couldn’t believe his ears! Did this bitch - who had just kicked his ass - want him to put his face virtually in her shoe and smell her feet? Reality sunk in and he realized he had no choice!
Slowly, reluctantly, Trenton inched his face towards the small crease between the back of her shoe and her slightly “popped out” heel. When his nose was close he could feel the warmth emanating from the shoe and he took a deep breath. Indeed there was a not so faint smell.
“No, no no! Get IN there” Stooping slightly and looking back over her shoulder, she pushed his head down with her hand before standing back up. He turned his head sideways and forced his face forward “into her shoe”. The warm, sweaty heel of her foot slid over the bridge of his nose as he forced his face under her foot. His lips were pressed against the back of her shoe as he struggled to cram his nose into her shoe. He took a deep breath trying to be loud about it so she could hear him. The leathery, rubbery, sweaty foot funk filled his senses as it filled his lungs. He coughed a little - simultaneously grossed out and humiliated at his task. Nadine felt his face under her sweaty heel and felt the air moving inside her shoe. She laughed at her creative way of debasing this fool and shivered with a mix of excitement and power! She slid her foot backwards out of her shoe further and thus slowly dragged it across Trenton’s face. The soft nyloned heel slid back across his face followed by the warm sloe. Trenton cringed in disgust and humiliation as the moist, warm foot slid freely across his face until it covered the side of his face just as her shoe once had. The ball of her foot came to rest on his cheek. Her soaked toes draped across his nose. She wiggled them about and played with his nose, rubbing it all about with he grubby toes. She maneuvered her foot so the base of her toes were right on his nostrils and again shivered as she felt his breath skirt through her warm toes! All the trapped stench filled his nose directly from the base of her toes as she wiggled them in his face. Then she shifted her weight backwards and with her foot pushing his face down, “stepped on his face” and forced his face downward into her shoe sole. Repositioning her foot onto the back of his head, she put her hands on her hips and mushed his face firmly into the warm damp sole of her shoe. “Keep sniffing like before”
Nadine laughed as she looked down at her black toenails in his hair through her nylons and tried to imagine what could be going through his mind as her foot and shoe became his world. She grinded on the back of his head as she had ground on his glasses before. Truth be told, with her feet killing her as they were - it felt great and refreshing to get one out of that old shoe. In fact, his soft hair felt nice on her feet as she rubbed her foot around just as his facial features had moments before.
Trenton felt her foot rubbing around in his hair and somehow, he instinctively knew she was relieving her tired feet by massaging them in his hair. As her foot forced his face further into her shoe, the sweaty smell of her old shoes seemed to be everything to him…. He seemed to swim in the aroma.
“Wow”, she thought. “I’ve got this guy IN my shoe and under my foot… and he cant do anything. He NEEDS to keep me happy!” She laughed a wicked laugh and then decided this was a dream come true!
To be continued…