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Bad Day at The Office pt. 6
🕑 Added 2023-03-05 09:45:30 +0000 UTCNow it was Shelly's turn and he had obviously worked up a sweat by now moving over 600 pounds of mildly grateful ladies. Shelly looked at him sweetly said, "Are you sure? I am a little bit taller than the rest of the girls. He said no problem my pleasure, knowing that she was self-conscience and said taller rather than heavier. He picked her up and tried not to show he was straining and carried her across and when he set her down he was exhausted but tried not to show it and ended up almost bowing at her feet to cover the fact that he was breathing so heavy and also she had begun to slip and his bow was an effort to hold on to the bottom of her legs and try to set them properly on dry ground. This was more or less successful but he managed to get his hands tangled with her feet and she ended up stepping all over his hands. As she stood on his fingers she thanked him sweetly for not dropping her and then turned around grinding his fingers on the cement and announced to all the ladies to please be patient, and to keep their heels on, and that this man would help all of you to cross over so you didn't have to ruin your shoes. Everyone crowded around her tightly to gain access to him. Because they impatient ladies crowded in so close Shelly was completely unaware that she was still stepping on him and the ladies around her were paying attention to what she was saying rather than looking at him. Shelly remained in place pulverizing his fingers trying to get the ladies to form a single line. Finally when it looked like the women were somewhat organized she stepped off and disappeared into the crowd to go to her car. This allowed him to stand up but the ladies became impatient and someone inadvertently pushed him back and he simply fell back into the water. As he lay there he was more or less centered in the 8' span so that there was a little over a foot between him and either side of the water. Also the water was just deep enough to come up to the edge of the top of him as he laid down on his back. One lady up front asked him if he was ok and he heard him mumble something as he waved an ok sign. This lady misinterpreted this action and his claim that he was ok as an invite to walk across him using him as a bridge. (He was perfectly positioned for it). He had no idea who she was other than she worked on the 2nd floor and she was very attractive. She walked very slowly on him careful not to slip off using little baby steps as she proceeded up his body. As she stood on his chest she looked down at him and smiled a thank-you as she stepped on his face. She hesitated a little while standing on his face making sure that she couls make that one final step over the remaining foot of water. After the first lady made it safely the next one ventured out and again slowly stepped her way up to his chest. As she also looked down at his face she looked him in the eye and then stepped forward again smashing his face some more. There was no smile in her face as she did this only a worried concern that he might not keep his head still while she was stepping on his face. The next lady behind her was already up to his crotch as the 2nd lady stepped off his head. The interval between ladies gradually became smaller as they were getting more and more impatient. And frequently he had 5 to 6 ladies stepping on him at once. The longer he stayed there the longer the line got it could have easily been over 200 young ladies waiting to use the bridge. None of the ladies seemed to indicate that what he was doing was anything that was above and beyond the call of duty, although there was still a few that smiled down and mouthed out a sweet thank you. He doubted if some ladies realized just how painful their high heels were when they stepped on some one. He was caught by surprise when a small gap between ladies on his chest gave an opportunity for one lady that had been patiently waiting on the office side to step over to his head. Mean while there was 5 ladies already on him trying to inch their way forward going the other direction. So suddenly no one could move in either direction and the lady standing on his face insisting that it was her turn to move across and that she had waited long enough. She was wearing a particular attractive set of heels that were wet as she was one of the brave ones that had waded across and now wanted some dry shoes that were in here car. It took about 5 minutes of arguing the direction of flow before they ladies on the lower part of his body were able to turn around on him and back off of him. There was a little foot stamping between the ladies that were on his face, chest, stomach, and groin. The young lady on his face was very attractive but he wondered what type of personality she could have that would permit her to be so self centered as to forget that she was standing on a human being and stomping his face with her heels over some argument with another lady. Furthermore she remained poised on his face until all the girls were off and she had a clear path to finish crossing the rest of the 'bridge'. She started to step forward as the ladies on the parking lot side began to chide her to hurry up and she defiantly but her foot back on his face and stared at them making them wait some more. She finally stepped off and once again paused briefly, turned slightly, and looked down at him, and asking him if she had a pretty butt. Her next step on his groin were baby steps until she found his member and then did the cigarette grind on it. Because her shoes were wet it moistened his face and now as each lady stepped on his face, it left dark smudges on his cheeks as their soles of the heels were being cleaned. The queue quickly formed on him again as 5 to 6 ladies were on him all moving the same direction. Shelly in the meantime had lined up and was quickly moving up towards the head of the line. She was impressed with how fast the line was moving and assumed that other men had been shown a good example from Bob and were doing an exercise in chivalry by assisting in carrying the women across. She was quite surprised when she got to the head of the line and saw that there was no other help and that he had become a 'human bridge'. She cautiously stepped on him unsure that he would be able to handle a 'tall' lady. When she got up to his chest, she congratulated him on his unique thinking in figuring out a much quicker way to facilitate so many women. She then apologized for her shoes as was thinking that he would keep her feet dry and instead of picking her tennies she picked a brand new pair she of heels that she bought a few days ago. This pair of heels had a particularly narrow heel that was about 1/4" round and she knew that it was going to sting like crazy when she stepped on him. She was forgetting that she had already baby stepped her way up to his chest so far and just by standing there talking to him was prolonging his exposure to the weapons on the bottom of her shoes. As she stepped forward her foot hovered over his face and he heard her once more say sorry as the heel came down and the pressure of her heel was as intense as he had felt anything so far. Just then another lady was stubbornly staying in Shelly's way trying to find out more about the gentleman that was sacrificing his time to help these many ladies. Shelly was quick to praise him and told this lady that he works for her and that he was such a considerate guy and started to relate many instances where he had done things for his company. Shelly subtly shifted the focus on her role in the company and was doing a little boasting of her own. She totally forgot for a few minutes where she was standing and the heels that she was wearing during the course of this 'interview' she had shifted her feet a few times and every place her heel was now oozing blood. She finally walked off and was so engrossed in her conversation with this potential client that she never looked back to see what type of carnage she had done. Meanwhile the next 50 or so ladies that stepped on his face now left what ever grit or dust on their soles mixed into the blood oozing from his cheeks and chin. The line was diminished considerably at this point and he recognized the next set of heels that stepped up to his chest as the attractive blonde that asked if she had a pretty butt and had a little grind on Mr. Happy. No one was waiting to cross at the moment so she took this opportunity to squat down allowing him to have a complete view of her panties and gently stroked his forehead where she recognized the heel prints on his fore head where she had remained in place for over 5 minutes. He spoke to her and said yes you have a very pretty butt. She smiled at him sweetly, stood up, took a step backwards, and used both feet this time to grind back and forth on his groin. Then as she returned to his chest she very slowly lowered her foot on his mouth and said you deserve to be able to see everything I have underneath this dress for what your doing right now. Then just as slowly brought the other foot up to his mouth as well sliding the first foot a little to the side so that she could move each foot an inch forward in slow motion giving him plenty of time to study her legs, panties, and anything else he wanted to look at. Her right foot now just barely covered his left eye and he could really see the red stain on her soles (courtesy) of Shelly. Still in slow motion he was getting a detailed look at the bottom of her bloodstained sole inch by inch. He began to worry that if she continued this he would more than likely have the pupil of his eye trying to support the beautiful towering weight above him. Slowly the arch of her shoe bottom was now centered over his eye and he could see very clearly the Versace logo on the bottom. The next step he tensed up on has for a second he was looking down at the bottom of the heel coming straight at his eye.
