celestejordan
01-30-2012, 2:39 PM
Here's a repost of my story of me attending a woman's conference and someone pulls the fire alarm and the ensuing rush for the exits, only to find them locked.
ire!
We were attending an “options” conference. It was a “ladies” only seminar. We were there to learn how to trade stock options. Most of us were in business attire…blazers and skirts. Many of us were wearing stockings and spike heels. Some even had heels that were five inches! Most were at least four-inch heels.
We listened intently, as we sat with our legs crossed. Some were dangling their heels from their toes. Flicking their shoes as it were. As I looked around I saw so many sexy women, many with short skirts, leather skirts, blouses with a lot of cleavage showing, hair, makeup so perfect. I thought “wow! If I were lesbian I could sooo have a fun!”
Suddenly…the fire alarm sounded! OMG! Such a stampeed for the exits! I don’t know why but the doors we closed and locked!
There was a security guard at the door trying to stop us from getting out! The crush of sooo many women soon made him fall to the floor.
I was one of the first at the door trying to get out. I was being pushed and shoved from behind. So many women in a panic!
As it happened that day, I chose to wear a short leather skirt, white silk blouse, matching bra/panties and my favorite spike heel shoes. I found myself standing on the guard’s chest! I looked down at him and mouthed. I’m sooo sorry” because I knew that my heels were digging in to him soooo hard, but I couldn’t help it! Funny thing was, they still had Disco music playing on the PA.
Suddenly there was a lot of smoke in the room. The ladies went crazy trying to get out! I was one of them. We were banging on the door ….Let us out! But they stayed locked!
I was being pushed and shoved from behind, I knew I was standing on a man but I couldn’t get off of him! OMG I was sooo stepping all over him…his face, neck, chest, groin, I knew I was killing him with my heels!
I kept looking down at him, seeing the pain in his eyes…
I mouthed, “I’m sooo sorry!” Just as I said that, I was pushed again and my spike heel shoe stepped right on his face!
It was then that I realized he wasn’t going to survive the crush of women. I started to enjoy what I was doing to him. It was really making me wet to think that I could trample a guy to death under my heels and no one would know. He wasn’t going to survive so why not let it be me? That’s when I started to enjoy what I was doing to him.
OH MY! I soooo let myself be pushed and shoved, all the while my spike heel shoes were stepping all over him! I looked down a few times and saw sooo much blood! I smiled and mouthed to him…”I’m so sorry but I think you’re going to die tonight”. He looked at me with such fear in his eyes… I loved it!
And then I didn’t care anymore. I just stepped and trampled him under my heels. Wow! When I felt my heel sink into his “private parts” and his eyes…I was sooooo wet! I loved trampling his head! I was laughing and swinging my hips. I was loving it! Laughing, dancing…
When the doors finally opened, I looked back and saw him lifeless. So many of us trying to get out, so many running, screaming, our heels, our weight, sooo many women, trampling him…poor baby.
It was a false alarm but the poor thing got trampled under so many ladies.he was the only causality. When they did the autopsy they wouldn't be able to explain the many marks on his body.
I knew it was from so many women stepping all over him. The marks were from our heels. I’ll always remember him and what we did. Each time I think of him, I know I’ll be wet.
ire!
We were attending an “options” conference. It was a “ladies” only seminar. We were there to learn how to trade stock options. Most of us were in business attire…blazers and skirts. Many of us were wearing stockings and spike heels. Some even had heels that were five inches! Most were at least four-inch heels.
We listened intently, as we sat with our legs crossed. Some were dangling their heels from their toes. Flicking their shoes as it were. As I looked around I saw so many sexy women, many with short skirts, leather skirts, blouses with a lot of cleavage showing, hair, makeup so perfect. I thought “wow! If I were lesbian I could sooo have a fun!”
Suddenly…the fire alarm sounded! OMG! Such a stampeed for the exits! I don’t know why but the doors we closed and locked!
There was a security guard at the door trying to stop us from getting out! The crush of sooo many women soon made him fall to the floor.
I was one of the first at the door trying to get out. I was being pushed and shoved from behind. So many women in a panic!
As it happened that day, I chose to wear a short leather skirt, white silk blouse, matching bra/panties and my favorite spike heel shoes. I found myself standing on the guard’s chest! I looked down at him and mouthed. I’m sooo sorry” because I knew that my heels were digging in to him soooo hard, but I couldn’t help it! Funny thing was, they still had Disco music playing on the PA.
Suddenly there was a lot of smoke in the room. The ladies went crazy trying to get out! I was one of them. We were banging on the door ….Let us out! But they stayed locked!
I was being pushed and shoved from behind, I knew I was standing on a man but I couldn’t get off of him! OMG I was sooo stepping all over him…his face, neck, chest, groin, I knew I was killing him with my heels!
I kept looking down at him, seeing the pain in his eyes…
I mouthed, “I’m sooo sorry!” Just as I said that, I was pushed again and my spike heel shoe stepped right on his face!
It was then that I realized he wasn’t going to survive the crush of women. I started to enjoy what I was doing to him. It was really making me wet to think that I could trample a guy to death under my heels and no one would know. He wasn’t going to survive so why not let it be me? That’s when I started to enjoy what I was doing to him.
OH MY! I soooo let myself be pushed and shoved, all the while my spike heel shoes were stepping all over him! I looked down a few times and saw sooo much blood! I smiled and mouthed to him…”I’m so sorry but I think you’re going to die tonight”. He looked at me with such fear in his eyes… I loved it!
And then I didn’t care anymore. I just stepped and trampled him under my heels. Wow! When I felt my heel sink into his “private parts” and his eyes…I was sooooo wet! I loved trampling his head! I was laughing and swinging my hips. I was loving it! Laughing, dancing…
When the doors finally opened, I looked back and saw him lifeless. So many of us trying to get out, so many running, screaming, our heels, our weight, sooo many women, trampling him…poor baby.
It was a false alarm but the poor thing got trampled under so many ladies.he was the only causality. When they did the autopsy they wouldn't be able to explain the many marks on his body.
I knew it was from so many women stepping all over him. The marks were from our heels. I’ll always remember him and what we did. Each time I think of him, I know I’ll be wet.