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Bus Stop pt. 8 (ID #1342212)
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When I start to see again Cortney’s is standing next to my face with her black shinny boot toe pressed against the bridge of my nose.
Cortney then steps forward with her other foot on my head to ask Maria a question.
The left side of my body, just flops and twitches uncontrollable now.
My fingers are missing a few nails, their swollen, blackened with blood and dirt and I think my arm is finally broken. My shoulder … I can’t feel the thing, let a lone move my arm.
Maria is standing on my legs while Cathy, Ms Gray boots, has both of her flat heels crushing across my back. I just can’t seem to get any air into my lungs.
I have a splitting headache, Cortney’s boot is almost in my eye, the heel is resting on the side of my nose. If she moves her foot now, I’ll be blinded for life.
My face is pushed partially into the earth a the rim of the leaf covered ditch.
“Your sure you heard someone moan” Asks Cortney to Maria.
“Well it did sound like it. There were several low moans, pretty scary. It came from around here but all ladies are talking so much we couldn’t tell.”
Besides that was about 10 minutes ago, and we haven’t heard anything since!
“Well I wouldn’t worry about it. If there was someone sick around here, you would seen them by now.”
Cortney re-steps her foot that’s parked on my head. “What I’m I stepping ON?”
“That’s the paint can” This area is so full of crap, it’s a wonder no one gets hurt here.
Cathy tells Cortney.
“So why are you guys sweating so much?” Maria then smiles at Cathy, then she speaks to Cortney. “Oh nothing much, just early morning jumping jack’s.”
“You should try it, It really gets the blood flowing before your stuck in your office all day. We found that tree root again, and really bounced on it to pieces, but it’s still there.
“Do you want to try it? Maria asking Cortney.
“Like I told you before, I don’t want to get messed up.
Cathy smiles and says “But there’s always casual Friday.”
Cortney steps forward again, and now with her other boot hard sole, crinkles solidly on my broken fingers. Her heel is then lifted from my hand and joins it’s mate on top of my head, as I sink further into the dirt. Her boot heels now spear my scalp though the leaves, as she steps off my head and stands by my left side facing her friends.
The smell of all these women’ fruity sensual perfume, their feet digging into my back is pure joy. Their walking on me and mashing down on my back and twisting their feet on my body is sweet.
The women’s scents. The women’s leather aroma of their worn shoes is erotic, the mixture of the crowds many fragrances.
The perfume that they are wearing. The smell of them in the early morning with fresh shampoo, fine leather coats, burnt cigarette smoke, shinny black heels, their hair spray, fur and woolen coats. Then as luck would have it, I feel a new unfamiliar pressure on the side of my only working hand, it is strong and has a flat crushing feel.It’s a young female college student. A brunet young woman. One of the young women call to her from down the street, Crystal!
I can’t see her girl friend now, but I hope she’s wearing some mean looking footwear. My thought’s are now focused on Crystal. She now steps with her shoe much firmer on top of a few of my right hands extended fingers. I turn my head to slowly see what type shoe I’m dealing with.
I look closely at her blue jean covered leg and then down to her shoe top. I am careful as not to move any of my leaf cover lose. I then move my head slightly closer to a leaf opening. I then see that Crystal is wearing black suede, deep tread lug hiking boots.
These shoes have real thick rubber soles! They look so cute with their yellow and black plaid colored laces. Her full weight of her slender body is positioned wonderfully on me. Crystal then moves her inch thick heel to stand firmly right on my wrist. There is a strong firm clenching pain.
Maria who’s still standing on my legs, drills her high heel, into my thigh muscles, and twists her foot to get off of me. Cathy then steps off my back, I can now get some air into my crushed lings. Cortney then follows them back to the curb, as the area keeps getting more crowed with other commuters.
Crystal, a young college student, then shifted her hips. She then moves her body so that her leg had is forcing more of her heel to be resting against my wrist.
I’m in exultation since I see her stern hiking shoe wiggling, as it’s mistress is forcing her soles bottom still to compact even harder on my hand with her young strong body weight.
Suddenly Crystal makes her foot turn sideways along the side axis of her shoe. She stands on my hand with her shoes side edge acting as a rubberized knife blade.
A few long moments pass, then just as suddenly, she puts her foot flat against my skin releasing the blood flowing back to my hand. I’m in bliss, because I see my hand still flattened under her white, cute stockinged, strong female legs and ankles.
This new woman feet seems to be very fidgety. One of Crystal’s girl friends then walks quickly by and stands close to Crystal and in doing so, her flat heeled bicker boot, lot’s of leather fringes, zips past my face. She too almost steps on me.
Rebecca, also a college student, is wearing frayed dirty black, flat heeled boots. Her leather boots scent is very strong, the smell makes me so hot.
But then suddenly Rebecca turns to her side and then steps back with one foot and lands her boot partly against the side of my face. Crystal then moves closer to Rebecca to stand completely on my right side’s hidden arm with both her nasty treaded hiking boots.
“I waited for you at my house, where were you, I can’t be late again!!” - Crystal yelling at Rebecca!
Crystal’s once warm feeling soles now sends a sledge hammer of pain into my hand at the bottom of her thick legs forceful stomp.
Rebecca, then backs up some little to avoid Crystal’s violent motions. She then lifts her booted foot that’s pressing down on the side of my face and jumps back with both hard feet to land on my head! Another bolt of lightning sears through my skull!
Her solid body is smashing her boot soles into the side of my face. I feel a snap in my mouth, as the most terrible pain is felt there. I think my jaw is fractured now!
Rebecca’s worn boot bottoms feel like sandpaper, as her ruff soles, re-twist constantly on me for her balance. Mouth is in agony, as I twitch in spasms of madding dental pain.
I try to smell the bottom of her old boots, as the exposed rusty nail studded heels, grind into my face. -- I still try and enjoy the moment.
They have the smell of stale musty cigarettes and fresh leaf rot“Remember you told me to meet you at the bus stop since your car was not running!” -- Rebecca Yelling at Crystal.
As she speaks, Rebecca then re-steps her foot and grinds one of her heels more firmly into my face, to emphasize her point. My vision is now pinched shut! Her heel’s exposed little nails cuts into my scalp, as her two pointy soft toes curve up on my face.
I smell her grungy boot bottoms, smashing wonderfully against my cheeks and ear.
Waves of pain roll over me, as my jaw compacts under her weight.
“My car’s running, It’s my dad’s car that’s in the shop!
“He took mine again.” – Crystal more calmly speaking to Rebecca.
Crystal then feeling the tensions ease a bit, stands only on the edges of her turned outward hiking boots. Both edges of her hiking boot soles are now spreading my the skin of my hand in two directions at once.
“So why didn’t you call me, I was waiting for you.” -- Rebecca say’s grinding her foot in my face again, as she’s annoyed by Crystal’s lack on concern.
-- Oh stop stop stop is say to myself.
“I did call,” --- Crystal stamp’s her foot down on my now swollen hand once more!
-- But you didn’t answer!
“I was outside waiting for you! -- Rebecca digs at the ground with the heel of her boot.
(my mud caked ear is under her foot)
I’m starting to lose conscious again. Another flash of pain.
“I have that zero period class, I can’t be late for It” – Rebecca
The “R7 bus pulls up to the curb, behind me I hear the people talking and laughing about the start of the day. I can’t turn my head to see them, since Rebecca is still standing fully on the right on the side of my face, with Crystal mashing my hand to the ground.
My day has begun, with a crushed body that probably only the Coroner will find.
The R7 bus pulls away from the curb, in a cloud of blue diesel smoke, which leaves everyone now waiting for the main, city center bus to arrive. “Mid Town #1” -- The “M1”
It’s usually very crowed by the time it gets here. So the women now start jockeying for a position on the line. The many women now bunch up.
There’s about twenty people more still here. I hear my friends talking in the background.
(Cortney & Maria)
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