You had no time left! Almost on instinct, you leapt for Hayley’s toes. Just as the beautiful girl’s hand brushed past where you were, you felt your body make contact with the thong of her flip-flop. As your body wrapped around the black column, you felt gravity and the slickness of the plastic pull you down to the surface of the flip-flop below.
“Shit! What am I supposed to do now?” you said as you looked at the walls of flip-flop and flesh surrounding you.
“Guess it was nothing.” You heard Hayley say from above as she straightened up and began walking again.
You found yourself gripping onto the flip-flop’s thong for dear life as Hayley began walking once again. When you leapt, you thought you would just be able to stand between her toes and ride this out, but as you could now see that wasn’t possible. Not only did Hayley’s stride throw you around like a rag doll, but every time the singer lifted her foot an opening large enough for you to fit through appeared between her foot and the falling flip-flop.
You held on tighter as Hayley continued to walk around her room. This was insane! Just as your arms began to get heavy Hayley’s toes squeezed together, apparently irritated by the thong rubbing against them. This was the last straw for you…
You screamed as you fell down and into the space between Hayley’s toes and the flip-flop. Suddenly, you found yourself in free fall as you stared up at Hayley’s expansive sole above you. You saw the ridges form as Hayley flexed her toes to remove the itch. You expected to fly off at any second and get left on the floor once again, but you wouldn’t be getting so lucky.
Just as you were about to get off the flip flop, Hayley put her foot down, satisfied with her itch. As the ground flattened out below you, your slide came to a stop. You looked up and screamed for your life as Hayley’s heel came down on you.
THUMP! .... CRACK!
You groaned in pain as the weight of Hayley’s body began to focus on you. The initial landing had completely shattered your legs, turning them to a red paste under Hayley’s heel. You didn’t give up yet though; the pain was nothing compared to the fear of dying! Terrified, you began pounding on Hayley’s heel with all your might, willing your mistress to take notice of your presence. High above, your message got through loud and clear to Hayley, but not the way you wanted….
“Ugh I hate these flip flops today! They make my feet so itchy!” Hayley cried as she began grinding her heel into her flip-flop.
It was instantaneous. As Hayley put her weight onto her heel, you exploded beneath the pressure. Her grinding obliterated any trace of your body; all that was left was a red smear. Hayley sighed in contentment and carried on with her day, completely oblivious to the fan she had crushed beneath her heel. Later that night in the shower, she would look at the red smear on her foot and sigh as she washed off the remains of, “Another fucking bug!”