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The girls of Midnight Club - (incomplete)
🕑 Added 2020-06-16 18:04:10 +0000 UTC“I was an experiment, okay? It’s not my fault!” I blurted out after being pushed away from the stage. God knows how drunk I was. That big bouncer working for the strip club didn’t like me to be there. “And I’m rich, so, get the fuck out of my way!” I added, not really weighting the consequences of my words.
“You’re just a freak, little man.” He said, looking like he would kill me. He dashed forward and grabbed my right leg and easily lifted me up in the air, upside down and walked in the Midnight strip club towards the exit. He was interrupted by a cuter blonde stripper serving drinks at a table.
“Bob, leave him alone, he tips well.” She said in a sexy voice, trying o convince that stupid doorman to let me stay. The music was loud, all the men grunted and drank beer stupidely, watching the girl currently giving a pole dancing show.
“Fine.” He said, dropping me. I landed on the disgusting bar floor with a thud, next to the strippers huge clear plastic Pleaser platform high heels that had seen better days. I laughed and tried to get myself back up on my feet, standing up to my proud 12 inches tall. Yep, that’s my height.
I had a hiccup and a sudden need to throw up. I had drank half a beer and for me that was like a whole keg maybe. Damn real life, I hated it. I looked up at my giantess savior, she smiled down at me. I stumbled walked to her high heels while she was talking to the other customers and I kneeled. I kissed her feet and toes to thank her. She didn’t mind at all, she even thought it was funny. She then walked back to the bar, away, leaving me down there on the floor of the strip club. I just walked back to the stage, climbed one of the chairs and up the edge of the stage, where I sat, my back facing the show. Yup, 12 inches tall, 18 years old.
I was born like this, in vitro experiment from a private company trying to create humans with live cells. Experiment worked, I mean, most of my life was spent in that stupid laboratory with people taking care of me. Problem is, I never grew up. They raised me as a child, then a teen, then a young adult, but fuck, we’re in a free country aren’t we? So at 16 I sued them, and made a shitload of money, hundreds of millions maybe, I can’t even recall how much. They went bankrupt and had to stop all experiments and activities in there, everything wasn’t legal anyway. I am the one of the smallest human being on earth, not the only one, but certainly the richest. And I spent a shitload of money in strip clubs like that one. I had no goal, nothing to strive for, no qualities, no competences in anything. Can’t even pass easy math tests. I’m a good writer tho, when I am sober. You know.
Daisy was dancing at the pole, sexy girl, really. I turned and looked at her and ordered another half beer. The guy besides me looked at me.
“What are you looking at fuckface?” I asked him. He laughed and smashed my body on the stage floor, then pushed me away. I tumbled down near the pole’s base, laughing. I was used to be bullied and my cellular structure was so dense it was like trying to hurt a brick. Yeah, some even call me Brick. I sometimes call myself that. Anyway, I looked up, Daisy was looking down at me, half naked. She placed her huge red stripper pleaser platform high heel on my chest and stood on me full weight and twisted around the pole while standing on me. Then she acrobatically lifted herself up with the pole, freeing me from her normal human girl weight. I smiled and stayed there. She could trample me all she want, and she knew it. Daisy was one of my favorite stripper, she would always sit with me and talk sometimes when she wasn’t on the stage. Men laughed, tipped the woman, screamed, blurted stupidities, me I was just enjoying the view I had at this beautiful stripper while looking up from the pole base. She danced above me, sometimes teasing me with the sole of her huge high heels that smelled like dried beer and dirt. Then, her panties fell over me, they smelled like flowers. Grunts were cheering, the show was over. Daisy stepped away from the pole and winked at me then motion me to follow her. I clumsily got back on my legs and followed her backstage.
Daisy was a babe. Blonde, slender, sexy, curvy firm breasts, thin butt, long nails, pedicured hands and feet. She looked like a porn star with all the makeup. We stepped backstage, other girls were there, in sexy lingerie and heels, preparing for their own show at the pole. There was Tina, Crystal and Sunshine, probably not their real name, but at least hey were the names I knew them by. I’ll describe them later, for now, they were busy looking at themselves in the mirror and bitching about Zoe the on shift barmaid and a few other girls out there on the floor serving drinks and shooting at guys who would drink them from their boobs.
Daisy slipped her panties back on and sat at her mirror desk and lit a cigarette. She crossed her legs.
“What’s with that Bob guy, what an asshole.” I said. Girls laughed and said hi to me. They knew me of course, I was a regular customer.
“He’s new. Give him a break.” Said Daisy, puffing on her cig and topping the ashes in the ashtray next to her cellphone. I walked to Daisy, standing next her huge red 6 inches high heel shoe that was dangling. Un gently unstrapped it and pulled on it, it was heavy, almost as big as me, it fell on the floor beside me. Daisy readjusted her sitting position. I walked under her bare foot and grabbed it like a hug, face first into her soft humid wrinkled creamy stinky sole. I inhaled deeply in her foot smell and she just playfully pressed down on me. My back was arced backwards. Daisy lowered her toes on my face. I licked the underside her toes while she chatted with the other girls. He toes smelled like her shoe, and like lotion, and cigarette, and foot sweat. Daisy’s body odor was always perfect. I licked her toes, my small tongue going all around them, under them, over them, using my hands to help me. Daisy sometimes looked down at me without much care, she just enjoyed her foot massage like usual.
When I was done, I pulled a small towel on the floor and Daisy uncrossed her leg and placed her perfect foot on the towel. She crossed her other leg up and I removed her other shoe and resumed my smelling, licking massaging. The bar music was faded, Tina was called on the mic, it was her turn to dance. She looked down at me at Daisy’s feet and just before going on stage she said: “I want you under my desk as soon as I’m done, Brick.” I nodded, and continued licking Daisy’s feet.
“Are you drunk?” asked Crystal.
“Yup.” I answered. We laughed. I loved my strippers, I loved this place, this stripper club. Only one person knew that I owned it, and it was my trusted manager Shelly. As a matter of fact, I’d have to talk to her about the new guy she hired.
Chapter 1
The next week, on another hot summer Friday night, dry and comfortable, everything was going just fine. The club had air conditioning to the perfect temperature, but I knew that it would become really hot in there as customers would pour in gradually. The music was on target, Crystal was doing an amazing dance, guys up front were tipping her like mad. Tina was in a booth for a one on one, Bob ready to act if anything would go wrong with the drunken happy guy in there. All the staff were doing their job under Shelly’s strict command. She was actually at the bar, serving shooters to some construction worker who just got in after their shift.
I was sitting on the bar counter looking at Crystal dancing, sipping my beer. Nobody cared that I was small, every customer knew or at least knew that this strip club had a tiny man customer every now and then. Me. Nobody knew I was the owner and living this double undercover thing was the best thing my life could offer me. I had fun, really, to be 18 and incognito amongst all these peoples.
Shelly got closer to me.
“Did you talk to Bob?” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s gonna be a sweetheart with you from now on, darling.” She said, almost purring. I looked back at her, amazed that such a beauty was my friend. Her jet black hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing a tank top that showed her well rounded super breasts. She was 30 years old, dedicated, trustable and efficient. She ran the place like an ace, sometimes asking for my opinion, but mostly, I was giving her all my trust.
She went back to other customers. Crystal’s dance was over, guys cheered, and then, a fight occurred between two drunk customers. I smiled and enjoyed looking at it, usually we let them fight a bit before the bouncer gets in and throws them out. I like looking at brute normal height men fights, usually they fight because they think the stripper on stage likes them. Pathetic and ridiculous, but yeah, good money. I saw John and Travis, they intervened, they brought the two fighting men outside.
A fine evening indeed, perfect in everyway. Cash was flowing in, girls were pretty and sexy, customers were happy, order was maintained. I sipped my beer some more. Shelly needed back up at the bar, since Crystal was now backstage. Another of the girls came in and started serving customers at the bar with Shelly. Crystal finally walked back in the bar room to get her tips. She was beautiful, coming down on the floor after her dance like a queen. She came over next to me at the bar and sat down. She needed a break and a drink. Men were gathered around her, telling her all sorts of compliments. She looked at me, placed her elbow on the counter in front of me, her hand up in the air about my height. She extended her fingers, showing me her red gloss nails. I stood up and since I was about as tall as her forearm, I had her hand all for me. I caressed it, I kissed her fingers, kissed her hands, rubbed them. Crystal loved when I would take care of her.
“Hi Baby.” I said. She smiled at me.
“I need a drink, hand boy.” She said, ignoring all the compliments of other guys.
“Everything you want tonight is on my tab.” I said kissing her hand all over. I would sometimes just give pop kisses in sequences. I kissed her wrist, the soft skin there is always a treat.
“Thank you. If only you were tall, Brick, I swear you’d be a gentleman to marry.” She said to me. I blushed. She ordered her drink from Shelly. “A bit too young tho. You should get a job you know?” she said.
“At my height? What kind of job?” I retorted, skill massaging her hand.
“Vent cleaning tech? Shoe shine boy? I don’t know....Foot massages maybe?” she said.
“Want me to give you a foot massage later?” I said.
“Only if it’s on your tab.” She said. I nodded and kissed the top of her hand again. She went away with her drink and started to flirt around and do what she does best: use her body to get money. It was Daisy’s turn to dance, all the men in the bar flocked back to the stage, or their sitting places at tables, with their friends, loud, heavy and drunk. Shelly walked back to me after cleaning the counter top.
“You know Brick, we’ll need a couple new dancers.” She said. “I think I know of a girl who would sign up for Saturdays and Sundays, her name is Mindy.” She said, cleaning a glass.
“Sure thing Shelly.”
“She’s got Chinese origins, very sexy. You think they will like her?” she asked me.
“Who doesn’t like a Chinese schoolgirl stripper?” I asked. She winked. Then suddenly, she looked very tired. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Brick, I found another job.” She said. My heart skipped a beat. Oh crap, that was something. There was nobody in the whole wide world that I trusted more than Shelly to manage my club and she was telling me that she was soon going to leave, and that she also had this guy she liked, they would move in together upstate and all. I didn’t know what to say. “I’ll leave in a couple weeks, just so we have time to find someone else to replace me. I’m sorry Brick, I need to move on.” She explained. I couldn’t blame her. But I was now in the trouble of finding another person who I trust to run the place. I knew it would happen someday, but that soon? The music was loud, Daisy was beautiful as ever. Damn, I wanted to kiss her feet again, but I wanted to be incognito a bit, not to blow up my cover. Shelly smiled at me and went to serve cold ale to a customer than walked back to me.
“It’s okay Shelly. Will you help me choose someone and help train them before you leave?” I asked.
“Yeah sure, how about Daisy?”
“I don’t know.”
“Crystal and Sunshine too, I mean, they’re all capable and competent to do the job, they are the ones in charge when I am not around.” Shelly said.
“Bah....I know fuck all about how to run this place, baby. You’re the only one I trust.” I said, a bit on the emotional side of myself. Shelly smiled and looked sad.
“C’mere.” She said, inviting me for a boobs hug. I stood up and walked on the bar close to her, she surrounded my little 12 inches body with her arms, gently squeezing me on her firm coconut fragrance soft skin double D breasts. I stuffed my head between them and enjoyed the boobs hug Shelly was giving me out of compassion and also because she just told me she would leave me for a greater life. “I’m sorry.” She said.
“It’s alright, I’ll be alright.” I said, with an uncontrollable tear running down my cheek.
“Want to get down here with me?” she offered. I nodded at the invitation and slipped myself down the inner edge of the counter top and dropped myself to the floor, behind the bar, at Shelly’s feet. Her short skirt showed her incredibly beautiful long legs and down there with me, her black sexy high heels she wore with pantyhose. They were closed toe baby doll stripper shoes with a 5 inches heel. Like huge white patent leather high heel pumps. I knew these shoes too well, Shelly wore them often at the bar because they were more comfortable than other heels she got. I looked up at her, she pretended I was not there, but gently removed her right foot from her pump, then her left. I laid on the floor on my back. Shelly knew I loved being trampled and she gently placed her right smelly hot tan nylon foot on my torso, with my head sticking out. She placed her other foot on my lower body and stood there, relaxing while Daisy was giving her show. Shelly was smiling down at me here and there but mostly looking away in the distance. The other barmaid was taking care of the customers. I think her name was Flower. I didn’t interact a lot with her, she thought I was a bit on the weird side for a customer. I respected that, just like I respected every girl working for me, even if they didn’t know it was me their boss.
Shelly gently trampled me, shifting weight, sometimes making me smell her toes, sometimes, posing, sometimes just resting there on me, her incredible normal human weight pressing me down like a heavy fluffy small cushion. Shelly was beautiful, standing on me like that in the dimmed colored lights and heavy rock music. I was just admiring her while she trampled me behind the bar, sipping on a glass of water she had close by. She deserved that short break. Daisy was about to finish her dance, the cheers were louder. Above me, Shelly slipped on her high heels, but continued to trample me under them. The soles were wet and smelled like beer that had fallen on the floor, and she had stepped in it. There were tiny broken pieces of glass incrusted in the soles of her shoes, pressing on me. Awhhh, the pain was exquisite. She then poked me with one of the long and deadly heel and walked away, meaning the show was over and customers were flocking back to the bar for more drinks and stuff. Some of the girls walked back to tables to do their jobs, I just stood up and decided to walk back in the bar room, avoiding being kicked by the clumsy drunk men out there. I walked up to the stage and around it, climbed and sat on a stool, sitting just at the right height, pretending to be just another customer, only I was 12 inches tall, and not them. I waited, pondering, for the next stripper to climb on stage.
Almost 19 years old, millionaire, owner of a strip club, spoiled at the beautiful feet (and sometimes body but I prefer feet) of beautiful girls, and I didn’t know anything of the world except that. When I left the laboratory I was amazed at how the world was crap. Why did my soul had to choose this body, why did it have to be me that small, why not somebody else, why wasn’t I a grown gentleman to marry? Nah, I was a tiny foot freak, and I was humiliating myself at the feet of strippers. I knew I could do something better of my life, but I didn’t want to. I was to serve the girls of Midnight club every week, getting drunk, and making money.
Next show was about to start, Sunshine got on stage and grabbed the pole and waited for her song cue. I was bumped by a man I had never seen before in the bar. He apologized and I climbed back up on my stool. Despite Sunshine’s beautiful body and lovely dance, I decided that I needed time to think and walked out a bit, towards the employee restricted back rooms, then down the corridor and I looked around. I lifted the small carpet. Nobody was around so I entered my code into the electronic lock under the carpet. The floor trap unlocked and I slipped myself in the hole, down the stairs, and locked the trap back behind me. Nobody but me and Shelly knew about the club’s basement. It was my house, where I lived, I had made it a living space to be alone and thinking. I had security camera feeds, a small toilet that I had made up for my size. Small sink, small kitchen, everything I need was there. I had a room for stored food, beer tap, TV, internet, everything. Right there in the basement. I paid people to build this for me, and paid them a lot for them to stay quiet on the fact that there was a tiny human living in the basement of the Midnight Club. I was like a huge penthouse for me, with VERY high ceilings, since a normal human could stand in there no problem. I went down the huge living room and walked to the other side of the basement where my secret lied. I had been owner of this club since I was 18, so almost a complete year, and many strippers come and go. I had over 50 of them, some working only part time, some full time. Strippers can be brilliant ladies doing this for money to pay for school, they can also be messed up girls with no future. But they all had one thing in common. They were beautiful, and they all had tons of pairs of shoes, either to dance or everyday use. Being a foot fetishist and strong shoe fetishist, I had to do something about that. On a closed day, back in the early days, it was something I did almost as soon as I became owner of the club: a hole. Yup, a hole down at the bottom of a bin that would be in the corner of a backstage room. Let me rephrase that: There was some kind of trash bin backstage with large letters on it: Used heels and shoes. Any girl working for the Midnight club would wear a lot of high heels because they got used and worn out quickly. Once a girl would think her shoes were done, she would throw them down the bin, and that bin had a hole leading down to the basement, to my secret room, where they all piled up. Then Shelly would give them 200$ to go buy new ones.
It wasn’t said what the club did to the shoes, none of the strippers knew and they all didn’t care much, they got their 200$ to buy new ones. It was one of the advantages of working for the Midnight club. Free shoes! Yay! But it remained a mystery for everyone but me and Shelly. Were the shoes recycled? Thrown to the trash? Or were they just piling up for the fetishist owner to collect. Yup, it was my shoe collection. Hundreds of high heels were in that room, and the number was constantly increasing. The room had it’s own special odor too that I loved. I sorted them, categorized them. I would drag them around one by one, and place them all in line when I had time. Some of those shoes were completely trashed by strippers wearing them all the time to work. Some were extremely smelly, and I loved it. I had a large container for the ones that were way too worn out and sometimes I would just spend hours in that room, smelling shoes in my collection. I especially like Daisy’s, they were my favorites. Once in a while, one of the girls would throw in some boots, or some sneakers that were also worn out. It didn’t matter, they got 200$. Every girl working for the midnight club would make money out of her old shoes, straight from my pocket to them. I didn’t care to give the girls a couple hundred bucks every now and then, I was a god damn millionaire.
My dream was to have that room completely filled with shoes and dive in it like if it was a pool.
I could spend days in that basement, never coming out, so this would not rise any suspicion of me being always there. I wanted people to think I was just a regular customer, coming in and out, having a good time with the girls, and then leaving. That Friday night tho, I stayed alone in my secret room, surrounded by the smell of hundreds of shoes from dozens of different girls, all babes, and I bathed in the humiliation of being me, thinking about who could actually replace Shelly, my beautiful Shelly.
When the club’s music started to fade out and customers were all gone, I knew up there it was over. Last call maybe, then locked doors and au revoir. Everyday was pretty much the same, and I liked it like that. Why did Shelly had to leave? Speaking of, she texted me at that time, maybe 4 AM. “Can I come in?” she texted. I replied back that she could. A couple minutes later I heard the trap door open and Shelly the giantess walk down the stairs into my lair. It was always surrealistic when she came down here. I left a real sized chair for her, but I had my tiny furniture and stuff to live comfortably. Kelly would sit on the large giant chair, and me on the floor doing my stuff, we talked.
“I’m sorry Brick. I know it must be hard for you.” She said, removing her black heels and throwing them at me. I caught one but tumbled down, and the second one landed over and fell aside. Shelly giggled. She undid her pony tail and yawned. She was beautiful indeed.
“I’ll manage. Don’t worry.” I said, coming out from under the huge heels that landed on me.
“Can I ask you a favor?” she said.
“Anything you want baby.” I said, getting a whiff of her shoes. She’s been wearing them all night long and they smelled strong. I loved it.
“I need 50 grands.” She sighted. “I swear I’ll give it back once things are settled, but I really need that money right now. With the moving upstate, we bought a house and things are more expensive than we planned.”
“Sure Shelly, no problem. I’ll write you a check. And don’t bother giving it back, consider this a bonus for everything you’ve done for me.” I said, standing up. I walked to my giantess’s chair and to her feet. I started to massage them and suddenly realized I forgot to give Crystal the massage I promised her earlier. Oh well, I would make up to her with a stupid excuse and massage her feet next time she works. For the moment, I focused on caressing and rubbing Shelly’s stinky nyloned feet. Her foot smell almost invaded all of the basement room I lived in. Shelly and I talked for a while, about how much we’ve done together and how the club got back on track since I bought it and how it was fun to work together for all that time. While talking, I was down there at her feet, kissing and rubbing every inch. She was tired after that night’s shift at the bar and after calculating all the money, closing the place.
“I’ll miss having you under my stinky feet.” She said before she stood up and trampled me like she did behind the bar, only this time she was looking down at me instead of looking at the customers and pretending. Now she just looked down at me and forced my head under her toes, trapped under the nylon mesh into her stink. She giggled. “You’re a unique person, you know that.” She said.
“Yup. I know” I said, my voice muffled by the heavy toes pressing down on me.
“Trampling a tiny man like you without caring, is priceless. Every woman on earth would enjoy it I am sure.” She said, squeezing her nyloned toes on my face. I looked at her up the nylon mesh between her toes, she was smiling. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked. I just nodded under her toes, she felt it, pressed harder. She just stood there on my body, perfectly balancing her weight with my face under her toes, knowing i was stuck in her smell and forced to smell.
“Anyway I got to go, I need sleep.” She said, she stepped off of me and put her shoes back on and walked towards the stairs. “See you tomorrow Brick.” She said. And left. Lovely girl, irreplaceable. I only had a couple weeks to find someone else.
I had to get to work.
Chapter 2.
Early in the morning of Saturday, while the bar was closed and everything was calm and all the lights were off except some beer signs flashing, I went upstairs. I loved to walk on the clean floors of the big room alone. It was all mine after all. I walked and pondered. I was glad the people at the laboratory gave me good education, but it wasn’t enough and I was still too young to understand how to run a place like this. And it’s not something I could really do being 12 inches tall. I needed a good manager, a reallllly good one.
I walked backstage to the girl’s room where they were always getting ready for dancing. I walked down under Daisy’s desk and spotted a pair of classic black classic very high heel pumps and I kneeled next to it. I bent down and inhaled the inside’s fragrance of her feet, and leather. They were very used, some black good had accumulated inside, so she’s been wearing them barefoot. I loved how those shoes smelled. Yeah, Daisy was fantastic, maybe I could tell her everything and promote her to manager.
I then walked up to Crystal’s booth and under her desk too, she didn’t leave any shoes down there before leaving last night. I knew Crystal was a good girl, dedicated and fun, but I didn’t have much of a relationship with her I guess. I really needed to promote someone I had full confidence in, someone that would understand me.
Then I thought maybe I should hire someone from the outside. New blood in the business; someone for whom there would be no illusion to break, no lie to uncover. I frowned as I walked over some more of the girls’ booths and saw that Sunshine had left a pair of running shoes down under her desk. I walked to those and inhaled inside. Wow, what a fragrance of pure foot sweat mixed with sneaker material. I wished I had more interaction with Sunshine, maybe next time I see her I would try to get a lap dance or trample session.
I frowned and went back to my basement lair house, locking myself in. I went to my ipad, which was a huge computer for me and looked at my emails and stuff. Something caught my eye, Shelly sent me an email early in the morning. Pictures of that girl Mindy with her resume. She was cute, looked serious and sexy. Her asian origins really would add something new to the club. 22 years old, shoe size 7, very slim, goodness, she was a beauty. I replied to Shelly with only one word: hired.
Later during that day, when the bar opened in the afternoon, I decided to go upstairs and play my customer role again but this time I went directly to see Crystal, she was serving other early customers at a table and I gently touched her ankle, standing next to her giant normal human body. Her reaction was instant, she bumped/kicked me gently and I fell backwards. She palced her huge red high heel platform stripper shoe sole on my chest and continued to serve the customers.
“Hey babe, come on, let us see your boobs while you stand on that idiot.” Said one guy at the table. Crystal giggled and gently teased the guys with her boobs while she stood on me, the guys tipped her generously. Then she walked away but after a few steps she motioned me to follow so I did. She walked to the bar the get the drinks the guys ordered and told me to wait. I waited, standing on the floor next to a bar stool, looking at her sexy body walking in the bar room to the table with the drinks. She walked back and sat on the stool next to me, her feet off the floor she teased me with her shoes and poked me.
“You forgot my foot massage yesterday.” She said.
“I know sweetie.” I said, touching her feet encased in her huge pleaser shoes. I kissed the top of her foot, and then her toes, they smelled good. I caressed her foot with my tiny hands, kissed the sides of her foot when her sole meets the insole of the shoe and wrinkles tend to form up. I kissed the soft skin wrinkles on the sides of her feet. She really seemed to enjoy this moment with me, in the bar room, everyone could see but the bar was almost empty, just a few guys at tables grunting and talking loud.
“You deserve punishment.” Said Crystal above me, teasing.
“Oh really now?” I said back. “What kind of punishment?”
“I should make you lick my disgusting shoes.” She said, suddenly lifting her foot higher and presenting the soles of her high heels to me. Since she was sitting on the stool her feet were already not touching the floor, so I got closer and started to lick the soles of her shoes. She looked down at me with great disinterest, like if what I was doing was disgusting and pathetic. I loved the way she looked down on me like that. It was both exciting and humiliating. She knew she would get lots of tip from doing this to me, everything on my infinite tab. “Lick them clean!” she said to me. I kept on licking the dirty used soles of her shoes just as instructed to do. Shelly walked next to her and looked down me as well.
“Hey Brick, my shoes will be jealous.” She said to me. “Why don’t you meet all of us backstage after our shift tonight?” she said.
“Yeah, I want my promised foot massage.” Crystal added.
That was basically Shelly inviting me backstage, a place that normally customers aren’t allowed to. I was perhaps the only customer who could go in there without being judged or be kicked away. The girls liked the tiny man at their feet after a long shift.
“Sure thing, I’ll be there.”
“Don’t be too drunk.” Shelly said. “Come on Crys... table 5 and 10, their drinks are empty.” Said Shelly, walking away. Crystal looked down at me under her shoes and hopped off the stool, landing hard on my tiny body. She wiped the soles of her super high heels on my white T-Shirt, towering over me and using me as a shoe cleaner. She winked down after trampling me full weight and walked away to her tables, to actually do her job. Ah...I stood up slowly, a bit stunned. Yeah, Crystal could be the new manager, she’s fun, sweet and works hard.
I had to think about it.
Something highly unusual happened an hour later. The place was getting crowded and there was a group of loud young men celebrating a bachelor’s party for that guy who would get married soon. Goodness, the guy really had the special treatment, he went into a private booth with Sunshine AND Flower who both gave him a good time. His friends were paying for everything. Sometimes they were looking at me and pointing, probably the first time they were seeing a small guy like me. Sunshine was on fire that day and she walked up to me, I was at the bar, my usual spot, drinking my small glass of beer and watching everything.
“Hey Brick.” She said.
“Hi there baby.” I said back and smiled like a don juan.
“You know this group on a bachelor’s party over there?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“They’re offering me 500 $ for a private show. They want me to strip while trampling you in the private room.” She said, planting a big lipstick kiss on my face. Her huge lips all over my face.
“Sure, that’s easy enough.” I said back.
“They also want me to piss on you, when it’s done.” She added. “We can split 50/50 so you get to make 250$.” She said.
“You want to piss on me?” I asked.
“They.....not me, silly! They want me to piss on you. Golden shower, you know.” She said.
“You guys do this in this club?” I asked.
“Not really, but, it’s easy money. We have showers backstage, it’s no biggie really, is it? If you don’t want it’s alright I’ll just tell them it’s a firm no. It’s the first time they see a tiny guy like you and they want me to....”
“Okay, let’s do it.” I cut her, chugged my beer, barfed and stood up. “But you keep the 500$, I don’t want money, I have enough from that failed experiment that ruined my life.” I told her. I hopped off the bar ont he stool then climbed down on the floor and walked carefully between giant people to the bachelor’s party table. I pulled on the one of the guy’s pants to get his attention. He looked down at me and laughed. “Hey, come on, this way.” I said. The guys laughed all together and they followed me and Sunshine in the private room in on of the club’s dark corner. Sunshine kind of winked to Bob the bouncer to follow too, he would supervise things, just in case it goes wrong. We all walked in the private room, there were stools, a small stage for performance, a pole and dimmed red lights. I climbed on the stage, Sunshine stood up on it and grabbed the pole. The guys all sat on stools around the small stage and started to talk loud and laugh at me.
“Hey man, thanks for doing this. This guy here, Frank, he’s doing the worse mistake of his life, getting married. And we want him to understand that soon, he’s gonna be just like you with his wife. A tiny bug she steps on and pisses on!” the guy laughed.
“That’s some way to give someone a lesson. Hey Frank, don’t get married.” I said and smiled to him.
“Too late....and...I love her...” he said. Guy was drunk as fuck. I laid down on the floor at the base of the pole and Sunshine looked down at me, cute girl, her long brunette hair flowing down her back, her juicy lips sending me a kiss from up there, her long legs towering each side of me and those black stripper heels with an ankle strap. She was gorgeous.
“Why are you so small man?” one of the guys asked. I looked at him, he was also very drunk.
“I got married.” I joked, they all laughed a lot at this.
“Yeah, little man here is a customer, he doesn’t work here, so you guys better be nice with him, alright?” said Bob from the doorframe. Sunshine looked at me with a look that asked me if I was ready. I nodded. Her giant left foot lifted up from the floor and she placed it on my right arm and shoulder/chest. She balanced her weight and shifted, crushing half on my body, holding some of the weight with the pole behind her. She lifted her other foot and brought it down next to the other one, the dirty sole crushing my left arm and shoulder and torso, only my head was now sticking out from between and under her magnificent high heel shoes and her full weight. I loved this, the feeling of a normal woman’s height on me, the incredible weight, how my body’s compacted cells and muscles were holding her. Sunshine started to move her ass and hips, sexy dancer was giving hell of a show. Every time she would lift up using the pole, she would gently land back on me. When she turned around it, she would carefully step on my body twisting the shoe on my chest. It was erotic as fuck, the guys talked and enjoyed the show. Me, I enjoyed the view. Thoughts ran in my head as I was being danced on about the fact maybe Sunshine could be the new manager. Hard to say, but Shelly was right. Crystal, Daisy and Sunshine were the stars of my club, my favorite girls, and they were in charge when Shelly was not there. I tried to think about it, but Sunshine crushed my skull with the heel of her right shoe, and the guys laughed and chugged on beer.
“See, this is what marriage will do to you Frank!” one of the guy yelled.
Sunshine was so sexy, she teasingly removed her bra and let it fall down next to me. She danced more and then she teasingly let her string slip down her legs until it slipped down to her ankles. She really was a professional stripper. She managed to removed her G string from between her ankles only using her feet, keeping the shoes on, always. She was now fully naked, on top of me, sexy like sexy can be.
Unbelievably, she used the sharp tip of her high heel, that scary thing threatening to pierce my body, to actually pull on my t-shirt and help me remove it. After all, it was a tiny t-shirt that would easily come off.
She used her foot top push me away from the pole’s base and knelt over me. Knees on each side of my body, spreaded, her clit right over my body. I looked up at it’s perfect shape, all shaved and clean, a bit sweaty from the dance and probably a bit wet from excitation. She was actually doing something she enjoyed I guess. She looked down on me with a smile I could not forget. She used her fingers to actually play with herself, right above me, her body still dancing a bit, her other hand playing with her hair and moaning. I could tell the guys really enjoyed it because they fell silent a bit, watching as the humiliating moment would happen any time soon. Sunshine looked down at me, dominating eyes impaling me body down.
“Open your mouth!” she said. The guys all exclaimed some kind of cheer, all mystified and drunk. I opened my mouth, ready to welcome Sunshine’s hot piss on me. And there it was, she let it go little drops at a time at first, then she just let it go, all the warm piss falling all over me, making she it wouldn’t get on my pants, but, all in all, it was hard for her not to just pee all over my small 12 inches body on the floor between her legs. The warm piss got in my mouth, I swallowed, the guys cheered, I pretended to be disgusted, in fact I was enjoying this more than I thought I would. It was maybe one of the most humiliating moment in my life, but also, it was done with confidence, trust and care. It was erotic, highly exciting, and gross at the same time. There was something transcendant with this absurd scene, me being covered in sunshine’s piss like if I was the most meaningless thing on earth.
“Ohhhh.” “Wooooh!” “Oh my god!” “This is disgusting man!” “See Frank, that’s you and your future wife....I mean, figuratively...” the guys all kept cheering and talking and poking their soon to be married friend. They had the show they were paying for.
I needed a shower. I excused myself and walked backstage to one of the showers. I stripped naked, my pants were ruined, I needed to change and I needed to make sure nobody would see me go downstairs in my lair. Sunshine joined me minutes later, holding lots of 20$ bills, and she was like “Oh my god, that was easy money!” She helped me turn on the shower, the handles were way too high for me. “Thanks Brick, that was awesome.” She said to me. She pulled a clean string and a clean matching bra. She made sure the water was warm for me and then left me alone, pulling the curtain and leaving me to my privacy.
I showered.
Sunshine turned off the water when I was done.
“I washed your clothes in the sink with warm water and soap, Brick. I used the hand dryer to dry them but they might be a bit wet still, you can stay here and get out when you’re ready, okay?” Sunshine said. What a real sweetie. I nodded. She went back in the main bar room to do her job. Serve customers, be sexy, make money. I was a bit entranced, probably in subspace. I needed a hug and I was alone backstage. I decided to just rest. I walked to Sunshine’s gym bag where she has spare clothes and shoes and I crashed in it. It was opened, like a bed for me to sleep in. I actually did fall asleep, naked in her gym back, surrounded by her scent, clean clothes and a pair of high heels that smelled like her feet. I fell asleep in peace, with the heavy music in the background.
Chapter 3.
I woke up to the sound of many many high heels walking close and girls giggling. I was still in the bag, but it was late, the shift was over. There was something I forgot, but couldn’t say what. The girls had a great evening, made tons of money. They were all there, Daisy, Sunshine, Crystal, Shelly, Flower, a few other girls too were there, some of them I never interacted with. They all talked and laughed about how guys can be stupid when they are drunk and all that crap.
“Hey Sun, Brick is your bag!” Crystal said pointing at me. I groggily stretched. “He owes me a foot massage.”
“Oh yeah?” Sunshine said.
“I think he owes us all a foot massage!” said Shelly, winking at me.
“Yeah that would be great, my feet are killing me!” said Daisy.
“And he’s got his tiny man privilege to come over backstage, what a lucky man.” Added Sunshine. Giggles, laughs, the girls were in a good mood.
“Uhm? What time is it?” i said, waking up groggily.
“Almost 4 AM, man, Bar’s closed.” Said Daisy.
“Oh, sorry, I got to go back home...” I said, trying to get out of the bag.
“You’re not going anywhere, Brick. You haves lots of feet to clean!” said Crystal.
“And shoes...!” added Sunshine.
“Let the poor guy go, come on girls, this is a bit ridiculous...” said Flower. All the girls stopped talking and looked at Flower. “What?” she said. “Feet are gross.” She said.
“It’s okay girl, I am the tiniest foot fetishist on earth. And I am sure you’d love to have your feet licked.” I said, struggling in all the clothes and trying to get out.
“Hmm.....uh...” Flower said. That took her by surprise, she was hesitating. “But...”
“Come on Flower, you’ll love it!” said Daisy. The girls all tried to peer pressure her into doing it and she finally accepted.
“Alright...alright...” she finally let out, walking towards the group of girls.
“Let’s give him a treat he won’t forget.” Said Crystal. She gently picked my naked body up and brought me down on the ceramic floor, on my back. I was surrounded by 5 tall, sexy, porn star looking giantess beauties in their early 20’s. They were towering over me in circle. The point of view was absolutely magnificent. I was aroused and couldn’t deny it. It is absurd and quite disorienting to feel like being both the luckiest and the unluckiest man in the world. But this wasn’t my first record breaking feat.
“Wait...” Shelly said. She walked a few steps to reach an object then came back. “Tonight he won’t move like last time.” She said showing a roll of duct tape. She bent down and pulled on the tape to break a piece.
“Uh oh!” Crystal laughed, the girls were mostly smiling, and giggling. Shelly duct taped me to the floor in a star shaped vulnerable position on my back. Spread legs, spread arms, tap over each of my legs and over each of my arms. One over my chest. I literally couldn’t move, except my head maybe.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked. Shelly winked at me and stood back up. I was there taped, helpless and vulnerable on the floor of the backstage room with 5 goodhearted babes in high heels with nothing but bad, wicked, torture intentions. What I didn’t know, is that they had talked about it all day long, preparing their coup on me. They had planned to stay up all night and drink. Shelly had called that the next day would be closed, for everyone to get some good sleep, and of course, I was to be the one paying for that. Shelly wanted to give me the ultimate treat. Maybe it’s because I gave her 50 grands, I will never know, but that night was probably the best ever.
Crystal turned the music on small speakers, Sunshine got the rum out and the shot glasses. Flower didn’t know much what to do, she wasn’t part of the whole operation and joined in only just minutes before. Daisy placed the sole of her shoe right on my face and pressed its dirty used stripper heel grime, I felt my nose carve inside my head, I didn’t care much it was already broken anyway. She twisted her ankle on me, laughing. I hear her above say: “Cheers!” The shot glasses clinged together. There a moment of silence, and then they all cheered again and started to actually have a party.
The first minutes were confusing as the girls started to talk, some started to dance, Daisy lit on a cigarette, her heels were replaced by red ones, those were Sunshine’s. She looked down at me for a brief second and waved at me and blew me a kiss before bringing her other heel, full weight on my arm. She then started to gracefully show her curves and teasingly danced on my body. I looked up at this incredibly beautiful babe as she was full weight dancing on my body, crushing my arms, legs, torso, sometimes my face. She wasn’t looking at me anymore, she was in her “dancing bubble”. She then stepped off and was replaced by none of than Shelly. She didn’t care for teasing, she just stepped on me like if I was not there, her sharp 5 inches heel landing between my legs and the sole of the shoe on my body. She danced too.
“Woooh!” “Sexy girl!” “is he squishie?” asked Flower. Daisy was smoking. I caught glimpses of the girls and each them seemed to be having fun. Every time I would be able to look at what was happening above me, when no shoe sole was on my face or head (cause sometimes my head was on it’s side and all I could see were some more shoe, very close, also dancing). They all took turns dancing on me, wither making small steps, or literally stomping. I go Daisy’s heel right on the head, full weight. Yes but hurt, but I was a brick, and I could easily handle the pressure of these tall giantess dancing on me. Flower was more timid. She was wearing black pleasers heels and tried to be careful on me, but as alcohol was taking over, she became more interested in trying to crush me and her dance moves were better, encouraged by other girls.
And an hour went on like that with me completely trampled, crushed, danced on, stabbed by heels, scraped, jumped on, trodden on, kicked, squished, humiliated and sometimes in between all of these actions, one of them would either wink at me, blow me a kiss or look at me like if they wanted to kill me. They were not actually acknowledging me more than that. I wasn’t part of the conversations; I wasn’t part of the jokes, the bitching. Hell I as taped on the floor and danced on and walked on by a group of girls having a party after their shift. Must have been 5 am by now.
At some point they all placed on heel on me; I was under 5 heels digging on my flesh. They turned around and did the same with soles. They catwalked on me. Like models. One by one, always stomping me a different way, looking down at me just before mashing my body into the ceramic floor under the laughs and cheers of the others. They were unstoppable. There was always one saying something that started as “Hey let’s....[insert torture here] him!”
“Hey let’s try to be two on him at the same time!” one said. I honestly was knocked out by all of this. They then tried to stand on me, two girls at the same time, their heavy platform shoes all over my body, crushing me with their combined weight.
“Hey let’s remove our heels!” one then said. And they all parted away from me, leaving a rush a fresh air flow over my dirtied almost blackened bruised body. I hear shoes fall on the floor, I know that sound too well to ignore it. Then they all came back towering above me in circle, drinking, smoking... barefooted.
I have never been smothered by feet and toes like that night. I had smelly, dirty barefeet on me at all times. Sometimes full weight, sometimes not. Sometimes all at the same time. Soemthing that cannot be forgotten is being literally buried under toes, as they tried to cover my whole speeded 12 inches body with their toes. They stood on my trapped me under the arch of their dirty feet, one after the other, pressed their foot flesh and skin over my body over and over and over and over..again. And again.
Daisy tiptoes on my chest, stood on my like a ballerina.
Sunshine buried my face between her two roughened fleshy heels, and I knew that she was chugging a beer while doing it because of the encouragements.
Shelly smothered my face under the arch of her feet.
Crystal just drunkenly played absentmindedly with my face between her toes in non-stop movement.
Flower, the new girl, she was so drunk, she kept repeating “Smell my foot, loser!” while pressing all the different parts of her creamy soft skin soles on my face. She was really into it now, and having a good time.
Then the brought a chair, in front of me, and some other chairs in circle around me. Someone changed the beat for something more smooth, rap mostly. Cigarettes were lit, beers were opened. Feet were on me.
They rested. With their feet all over me, not even talking to me anymore, just talking with each other, smoking, relaxing, they were probably tired because they had been dancing and partying for almost 2 hours now and the alcohol had been probably kicking in for a while now. I served as a central footstool.
“Alright boy...You wanted to lick my feet, now’s your chance, fucking lick them clean.” Flower then smothered my face. I started to lick slowly the grimy sweaty foot taste she had prepared for me. It was disgusting and I loved it. I got shiver from licking that new girl’s feet for the first time. She made me like the soles, the toes, under the toes, the heel, of both feet. Then, Crystal did the same thing. And so on, they all took turns for the feet licking part of the party. Approximately 5 minutes for each girl, here and there, I kind of lost track of time at that point. Being abused like that non-stop by the partying girls of Midnight club was indeed a treat I would never forget. Daisy’s feet tasted so sweet like usual.
“Whew....What a night!” said Sunshine, enjoying my tongue between her smelly dirty dusty toes. And like any party on earth one of them would be the first to say “Alright girl’s, I monna get some sleep now, I’m calling a taxi.”
“I’ll tag along...” said Crystal. Both girls started to gather their stuff, put on some jeans or jogging pants. They gave me a final goodbye, each of them before leaving for their taxi. Crystal made me lick her sneaker’s soles clean, and Sunshine did the same, with her ankle boots that looked like dirty timberlands, worn all loose. I had a hard time getting all the dirt between her boots’ grooves and she was laughing at me. And then they said goodbye and they were gone. I was left with Daisy, Shelly and Flower. The party was over, practically, the 3 remain girls chatted with background music, their eyes closing by themselves. I was still there, smelling feet. Then Daisy stood up and started to dress up too, she was going too. Shelly didn’t take long to join in.
“Thanks, it was a fun night.” Said Daisy to me, before planting her Nike sneakers soles on me while tying up her hair in a ponytail. “Kiss my shoes goodbye Brick.” I kissed the crushing soles of her sneakers. And Daisy walked away and dumped a pair of her heels in the Shoe bin.
“You know the security code?” asked Shelly to Flower.
“Yeah, no problem I’ll close the shop and bring the boy back to his place. No worries.” Flowered answered. I was under the impression that Shelly was leaving me like this, taped to the floor, abused, dirty, like an old piece of rubbish on the floor, alone with the new girl Flower. And it happens I was right, Shelly made me lick the soles of her knee high brown flat boots, all the dust always from that flat used sole before leaving me in the company of Flower, which I barely knew.
She took the chair in front of me and placed her both feet side by side on my arms, leaving my face free and she looked down at me. She beautifully replaced her hair behind her ears. She smiled down at me, I had no idea how to understand that smile. Was it happiness, compassion, evil with bad intentions, I didn’t know. But then, with low background music, alone in the almost echoing backstage room of the midnight club, Flower, that beautiful girl I barely knew, said:
“Looks like it’s just you and I now, boy.” She then raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile drawing itself on her cute, naughty girl’s perfect face.
Chapter 4
She trampled me, jumped on me, made me kiss her soles, everything. She sat on me, my face up in her butt, I was completely smothered by her cute ass. She was drunk, silly, and torturing me. But it didn’t last long.
She literally fell asleep on that chair. Too many drinks, lots of fatigue, she was exhausted. Fact is she napped like for 2 hours, her dry soft skinned soles right on my face, her feet cupped over my little body. I wish I could move, but the tape was preventing it. All I could do is smell the feet of this beautiful young girl while she slept over me. I was eagerly waiting for her to wake up and when she did, the sun was already up outside.
“I need a coffee.” She said, squeezing my head between her big and second toe. She trampled me a bit and took a shower. Then she dressed up while chit chatting to me, never untaping me from the floor. She wore boot cut jeans, a tank top and combat boots that looked like old Dr Martens with flowers. She explained to me that her stripper’s nickname was because of those old boots she wore to the interview when she was hired by Shelly. She of course stood over me in her giantness and made me lick the soles of the boots clean, just like that, while looking at her cellphone and completely ignoring me. At some point she looked down, between her feet, when I was done with the first boot.
“You like this, do you? I mean, feet and shoes?” she asked.
“Yes, I do, I’ve been conditioned to enjoy this when I was younger. Being small and all, at the laboratory.” I said.
“That’s a sad story. Come on, lick the other boot and I’ll free you. We could go get a coffee and talk, and I can drive you back to your place after, sounds good?” She said. I nodded. Oops. What would I say? I couldn’t tell her about the fact I was the owner and actually lived here. I had to think of something, while licking the dusty soles of her old combat boots while she looked at her cellphone again.
The tape removal really hurt, she didn’t even try to do it gently, she just peeled it off and I felt like my skin would literally stick to it and get ripped off my bones. She just laughed because I screamed and said I was pathetic. She offered that we should go have breakfast and coffee together. Not that I didn’t want but I rarely go out of the club, being small in the real wide world was always an adventure. I agreed tho, maybe it would help me to breathe fresh air after all of this. But what made me realize that Flower was the real person I should befriend and tell the truth to, was when we got to her car and she asked me: “Do you want to stay at my feet while I drive? You could kiss my boots all you want.”
That’s it, I knew. She was the one. I stepped into her car down there on the floor of the driver’s seat and kneeled at her feet. She was driving and I was kissing her boots. Sometimes she would kick me. I wanted that girl to be my girlfriend. I think I was in love, but I couldn’t love anyone, that was not permitted for me, the little guy. Why would a beautiful girl like her be interested in a tiny man like me? It was absurd, but in my mind, and in my little heart, Flower was winning me over. I looked at her with big eyes full of admiration. And I kissed her dirty boots like she asked me to.
To be continued….maybe.
